Rise Of The Demons

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

So here is chapter #4 with what you've been waiting for...a lemon? *gasp* my god, say it isn't so! Yes, a lemon and i go straight to it mind you. Who do you love now? Me?! Why thank you! Enjoy ^_^

Chapter 4 - The Desired Sin

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They stood laughing together in front of the large table before them. It had been a long day and her body ached and was sore from the hard work. His mind tired and ready to rest. It was only when the laughing started to wane that they noticed it. At first it was just a fraction of a thought before becoming more prominent in their minds. They’re bodies ever so close to each other as it dawned on them and a chill went through them.

A sigh and grunt could be heard, an almost unsure laughter that was barely there in there throats until it was quiet. The chirping of the night outside the walls greeted them. Her mind began to race and wonder. Perhaps she was imagining things, or maybe?

His body didn’t move away though and she made no attempt to walk away as the front of her upper thighs graced the edge of the table in front of her.
They seemed to stand still for eternity there before they shifted, somewhat uncomfortably. As he then shifted again, the fabric of his pants brushing against her. For a moment she had to think though she wasn’t sure after the moment had past. She had thought somewhere there was a voice telling her that they shouldn’t, she shouldn’t. It just wasn’t right, it wasn’t really wrong but it surely wasn’t right.

Before she could allow herself to hear the voice any louder though she had shifted her body in response. Just so as to let the curve of her backside grace against him ever so slightly. For a moment she had thought she’d heard him breathing behind her when she realized the hands were upon her. There, just above where her hips they rested, ever so lightly as if they still weren’t sure. Did he too hear the voice telling him no?

It was too late by then, for both of them couldn’t hear it anymore or perhaps they wouldn’t. She closed her eyes and relaxed herself as she felt her finger tips grace the table top. All while the warm hands moved slowly up from her hips, letting them feel the silky fabric of her dress move under them. Too lightly to feel the firm and warm body beneath the material, though his hands wanted to. They were both still unsure, uneasy but unwilling to stop. And as he did this, she moved her head to the side as if thinking and he felt her tense. The faintest touch of his hands made it hard for her, how her body wanted to shiver but she held on to her control as they moved further up her. Slowly, carefully and still so lightly now up over her stomach.

He starred over her bare shoulder, his eyes wandering over the warm flesh that glowed from the days basking in the sunlight. How warm he knew she would be yet he hesitated as he studied the silk gently grasped between his long fingers. He felt her relax settling back against him, though not entirely. She was testing him, waiting for his reaction as her body gentle graced against his. And almost instantly any thought of hesitation was removed from his mind. As the warm skin of her exposed back, brushed against his bare chest. His hands became more firm but still gentle, wanting her to feel him as he caressed her.

She starred off across the room as her mind stayed focus, completely and utterly on what was going on. Her body tingled as his hands now held her. The feeling of his palm flat over her stomach, his fingers wide and spread out so as to explore every inch while the other hand slipped up her side. A shiver ran up her body, she couldn’t hide it and then decided she didn’t care to as she closed her eyes again.

Gently she pressed back against him, letting him feel her firm ass through the heavy, purple pants he wore simply with a gold sash as a belt. Instantly he felt a heat race through his groin as the curve of her moved against him. It was the slightest movement he had thought though it nearly drove him mad in a mere second. He found himself pressing back and soon enough there bodies were moving together. In smooth, gentle motions so not as to overwhelm but entice each other.

The warmth from her body was wonderful as they seemed to slowly grow hotter with the passing minutes. It was almost painfully slow yet neither of them dared to rush it. Testing and searching, they carefully went on as he slowly ran his hands up her body further, letting his fingers extend fully outwards. The silky and thin fabric that hung down her body was amazing to feel between his fingers. He felt the bare skin start just before where he knew what would be her breast. The fabric of her dress splitting into a v shape that he remembers to show off the wonderful bust. She was no child, she was a woman. A tasteful woman of perfect proportions, which any man would lust after. The outfit she wore made it even more so as it showed her cleavage, a great hint of the warm and ample breasts that were just as golden as any other part of her.

She was nicely shaped in all manners and as he thought of this, images began to appear from the evening just passed. How wonderful she looked walking around. From a side view he could see the long and lean legs as slits ran up from all sides of the long skirt that hung from her hips. The material on all sides was doubled so as not to expose too much but rather give her better movement. But how delightful it was, those long legs and the sight of her breast as she turned just right from the side. He felt a heat in him growing more now and he let his hands run up between the valley of her breast.

He watched as she let her head fall back slightly as his hands found her breasts. Rubbing and massaging them, letting the soft mounds rest in the palm of his hands as he held her. It was then he heard her breathe, growing heavy now as his was too. He watched half out of the corner of his eyes as he continued to explore her. The feel of the silk gathering in his hands as he squeezed her. How her body moved then and she pressed her shoulders back against him. He could feel his body brushing against her ass as she arched her back slightly at his next move.

Having felt a strong desire growing in him he’d run his hands down just below the ample breast that he found himself to be found of. Only to let them come up again, just where the silk parted and sliding his hands inside the lining. The difference was amazing, the warmth of her skin seemed much more than it had been before. Though the fabric he knew was thin and almost sheer though not quite. Yet the touch of her skin, her breast in the palm of his hands, felt so much warmer than before.

Pulling at her, making her lean against him as he went to work yet again. Teasing the harden buds that where her nipples as he starred at her with such a look in her eyes. He could hear her moan now as she began to move her body against him and he felt a knot in his throat. It was becoming more maddening by the minute it seemed and yet he refused to rush.

It was still a few more minutes before he became annoyed with the fabric and letting her stand straight, her shoulders no longer resting against his form, he pulled at her dress. He tore at it where it wrapped around her slender neck until it came loose and broke from her neck. Using his hands to purposely peal it from her body, sliding it down her perky chest. Down further till it came to her waist where he hesitated for a moment. Gathering the bunch of fabric before forcing it off her.

“Finally” He had thought as she stood there between him and the large table, completely naked and ready for him. He stood closer as he rubbed his enlarged member against the curve of her body. She leaned forward against the table and moaned instantly. His hands went to her sides as he made the movement again and again only to her hear moan every time before pulling her straight up against him. Her bare back pressed against his strong bare chest. She looked back over her shoulder at him, arm bent and reaching behind her so her fingers could find their way to the back of his neck, up into the dark locks of hair that fell to his shoulder.

Her eyes were warm like liquid and he starred at her, wanting to taste her lips but dared not. The voice suddenly echoing in the back of his head that had vanished long ago to remind him what he was doing. The sins he had already committed yet cared not about as he fought back the voice of guilt. He began to move against her, allowing their entire bodies to touch and meet. She shivered and he watched her, almost smiling as she looked back at him. Her slender fingers tangled in his hair, the sensation they made as they snaked along his scalp and he felt one smooth motion run her body back against him in such a way. She’d perfectly done it, molding herself against him for just a moment while giving just enough friction between them.

He moaned with her as she’d done this as they starred deeply into each others eyes. Both panting and breathing heavy, rubbing their bodies against one another as his hands explored her naked form. Finding her breast again to be most appealing and she let her head fall to his shoulder.
It was as if he were torturing her slowly, her body becoming so warm she wished for a cold breeze or at least more. He could see this as she moaned; eyes closed and head on his shoulder, her hand grasping the back of his neck as she steadied herself against him.

Such an aching feeling he had, his whole body seemed to ache as he watched her. It was torture, her lips wet and parted. He wanted them so bad but tried to reason with himself that he couldn’t. She looked at him now, knowing the whole time what he must have been thinking and reminding her in the same. The sins she’d made, the wrongs they were doing yet she couldn’t stop. She starred at him for what seemed like forever before he became angry with himself for thinking such things.

Pushing her forward so she leaned over the table, holding herself up she froze for a moment before she realized what exactly they were doing. There was only a moment of silence and simply confusion before it was gone and with one gentle thrust he entered her. The tension easing, as he felt her surround him. Her mouth falling open as he pressed into her, rocking against the curve of her perfectly rounded ass. The touch of her soft skin gracing his with every thrust he made. The feeling was enough to banish any guilt he had felt before.

Bracing her against the table, palms flat on the warm surface as her body rocked against the hard table. Lifting her body off the table slightly, she felt her hardened nipples graze the table top every so often. Her golden hair falling down the length of her back. Bouncing back and forth, she leaned into him more with every thrust he made. The constant friction between them was amazing, ironically she thought because of the circumstances. The man who was now inside her was forbidden fruit. And though this should have upset her deeply she couldn’t help but feel pure joy. The sensations he was giving her made it hard to feel otherwise.

Running his hands down the sides of her legs, he leaned forward to allow him to reach further before gripping onto her and lifting her just enough. Instinctively she followed his moves and pulled herself up onto the table’s edge. Legs bent and under her, she felt hands pull gentle at her. Leaning forward as he pressed into her in one smooth, fluid movement. She parted her legs more.

He soon found his hands at her sides, holding her there as he ran himself deep within her. Watching as she arched her back in response, the sound of her moaning seemed to echo in his ears. With every moment he found himself getting closer to the edge. The tension quickly returning to his groan, he held onto her. His breathe was fast now as he gazed at the curves of her figure before him. A sudden need to have her closer to him rushed into his head as he pulled her up against him. Holding her naked body against his, his bare chest pressed to her back. A path could be drawn down the length of her spine where the beads of sweat traveled as they did down his bronzed chest.

A sudden excitement took over her as he entered her like this. The friction was wonderful as he pressed deeper within her. The pleasure grew more intense with every stroke. He watched her face carefully as she closed her eyes, lips barely parted and wet. The sounds that came from those lips entranced him as he rocked back and forth against her.

Looking back at him as she looped her arm around his neck, bracing herself as his hands rested on her stomach. Holding and sometimes pulling her to him. Feeling the muscles tense under his hands as her cries became more desperate. Faster and harder he went with every thrust until their bodies couldn’t stop if they had wished it. It was just as he felt her tense all around him that he lost control. The look in her deep and dark eyes was easy to see as he came with her. And in but a moment he found himself taking her lips with his. Kissing the woman he held so tightly to him as he rocked back and forth again and again. Coaxing every moan he could from her as he slid his tongue into the crevice of her mouth.

They stayed there like that for a minute as he took his time in tasting her. His hand going up to hold her face gently, as he slipped his tongue along hers. The soft moans vibrating now into his mouth. Carefully pulling from her wet body, as he did her lips to hear the gasp. Starring up at him for awhile as she tried to find an answer to what had just happened. Breathless and tired now, she let herself fall forward to catch herself before resting upon the table.

There they stayed for the night in silence. Her naked body laying on the large table as he found himself a seat by which he gazed upon her in mindless horror. The sin he had made was unforgivable yet he couldn’t banish the idea of having her again yet he resisted as they both slowly fell asleep soon in the humid and warm dining hall.

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It was early in the morning and the sun had yet to rise as they sat quietly. A strange feeling had come down upon them in recent hours. How they would have thought the weight of the world would have been lifted from their shoulders. Yet they seemed just as heavy as before. It was then the door slowly opened in the dark. A shadow moving slowly into the way of light from the darkness with staggered movements.

Masika gasped as she saw her, both startled and shocked. The woman leaned against the wall, body heavy and slow in movement as she seemed to struggle to stay standing. Meier rose to his feet when she stopped with her simple question. “What have you done?” A mixture of emotions played across her face as she stood there against the wall, half trembling as she starred at them.

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The small spheres fell to the ground with a muffled thud as they met the dewy grass. The light from the moon shining through them and making them twinkle with the stars above as they peered through them. The covered hand reaching out and plucking one of the small objects from the grass to look within it. Curious eyes starred for the longest time before throwing the objects to the ground in frustration. Useless and lifeless as they were. They left them there in the middle of the valley, all three spheres, black and lifeless.

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There, i finally gave you a lemon. I told you i would, i did, now give me a review already : - P There will be more lemons along the way, i promise. But i can't promise them for every chapter, sorry. In all, i hope you like it, i rushed it a bit but meh, not to bad for rushing i think. Anywho, maybe i'll add more before x-mas? I hope, do you?