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InuYasha › Yuri - Female/Female › Kagome/Kikyo
Rating:
Adult +
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1
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8,176
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4
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Currently Reading:
1
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Bound
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Author's Note: This oneshot was originally written for and took first place at the LJ community "iyhedonism" for the "Without Permission" prompt.
Dedication: I give thanks for inspiration in style to jenerik_brand, forever the goddess of the first-person, present-tense, angst/passion oneshot. This is darker, not yaoi, and there are no monks to be seen, but I hope attains at least a touch of her mercy.
Bound
Your mouth is open in the shape of a perfect, tiny o. You cannot believe I’ve done this, but I have and you will, soon.
There is a touch of blood at your left shoulder where my arrow grazed your flesh as I aimed it to bind you to the Goshinboku. I frown, watch the little wound bloom, crimson on white. Did I mean to pierce you? Not consciously, though why else would the shot have strayed? But the second attempt achieves its purpose flawlessly, holds you in place at your right shoulder by your clothing alone.
You cannot soar, like our Inuyasha, so you are not bound to his spot. Your feet still touch the ground. I am certain you are wishing that if you must be made to suffer at my hands then it should be at precisely the place where your--our--beloved suffered. Romantic child, be rooted. All is as it should be: you are held for real demands, not escapist fantasies.
I silence whatever the first words out of your mouth would have been when I kiss you. You have not overcome the shock yet, so you are passive and soft. Your lips yield and I relish the small, intimate pressure. Yet my need is deeper; my goal lies lower.
Your stillness opens into a tiny whimper when, eyes on yours, I lift your short gown. I crouch, tug off the strange undergarment, and press my lips to your core. Such rich beauty there: were I alive as you are, I could taste more than just heat, feel more than the vague brush of curling hair, smell more than mortality. But any more than this would be almost too much. I kiss the beautiful closed bud firmly, then spread open and savor with lavish pleasure the blossom that even our Inuyasha has not yet dared to enjoy.
I draw my tongue--softer than my life ever was and my unlife ever could be—between the delicate yet firm young layers of you and settle to suckle at the little swelling heart-node. Your struggling hand at last falls, stops trying to remove the arrows I have bound you with. You yield to me now as I have had to yield always to you, to your ascendance in my world and in his heart. And I would still give you more.
My mouth tells you all, Kagome. I have known such desire, such deep and frightening passion. I have wanted, craved with an ache unnamable in words, unattainable in action. I loved with magic and fire in my heart. And yet he saw only the frail, faint surface of it. I withheld more than I ever gave, though I never meant to be so afraid, to keep so much inside, to leave so much undone. Is this how you love, too, sister of my soul? You are a brave girl--braver than me--and still you contain so much more than you unleash of yourself.
Show me more, brave miko. Let my arrows’ restraint free you into my knowing embrace. Share yourself with me now, so I can teach you that which I could not learn myself.
Yes, feel my arms wrap around your hips. Move into me, despite and because of your need to be free of me. Reach out, soar, die a little in my embrace. Give us both this glimpse of immortality.
Understand, Kagome, that you and I share both a soul and the object of our first ardor. I helped him to ripen and you will pluck the fruit. This is our shared fate. I accept it, willingly. But first, see: burning envy can so easily become blazing passion. Before I fade forever, I must summon your courage by feeding, hoping, worshiping here, in the mirror between your pale thighs.
Author's Note: This oneshot was originally written for and took first place at the LJ community "iyhedonism" for the "Without Permission" prompt.
Dedication: I give thanks for inspiration in style to jenerik_brand, forever the goddess of the first-person, present-tense, angst/passion oneshot. This is darker, not yaoi, and there are no monks to be seen, but I hope attains at least a touch of her mercy.
Your mouth is open in the shape of a perfect, tiny o. You cannot believe I’ve done this, but I have and you will, soon.
There is a touch of blood at your left shoulder where my arrow grazed your flesh as I aimed it to bind you to the Goshinboku. I frown, watch the little wound bloom, crimson on white. Did I mean to pierce you? Not consciously, though why else would the shot have strayed? But the second attempt achieves its purpose flawlessly, holds you in place at your right shoulder by your clothing alone.
You cannot soar, like our Inuyasha, so you are not bound to his spot. Your feet still touch the ground. I am certain you are wishing that if you must be made to suffer at my hands then it should be at precisely the place where your--our--beloved suffered. Romantic child, be rooted. All is as it should be: you are held for real demands, not escapist fantasies.
I silence whatever the first words out of your mouth would have been when I kiss you. You have not overcome the shock yet, so you are passive and soft. Your lips yield and I relish the small, intimate pressure. Yet my need is deeper; my goal lies lower.
Your stillness opens into a tiny whimper when, eyes on yours, I lift your short gown. I crouch, tug off the strange undergarment, and press my lips to your core. Such rich beauty there: were I alive as you are, I could taste more than just heat, feel more than the vague brush of curling hair, smell more than mortality. But any more than this would be almost too much. I kiss the beautiful closed bud firmly, then spread open and savor with lavish pleasure the blossom that even our Inuyasha has not yet dared to enjoy.
I draw my tongue--softer than my life ever was and my unlife ever could be—between the delicate yet firm young layers of you and settle to suckle at the little swelling heart-node. Your struggling hand at last falls, stops trying to remove the arrows I have bound you with. You yield to me now as I have had to yield always to you, to your ascendance in my world and in his heart. And I would still give you more.
My mouth tells you all, Kagome. I have known such desire, such deep and frightening passion. I have wanted, craved with an ache unnamable in words, unattainable in action. I loved with magic and fire in my heart. And yet he saw only the frail, faint surface of it. I withheld more than I ever gave, though I never meant to be so afraid, to keep so much inside, to leave so much undone. Is this how you love, too, sister of my soul? You are a brave girl--braver than me--and still you contain so much more than you unleash of yourself.
Show me more, brave miko. Let my arrows’ restraint free you into my knowing embrace. Share yourself with me now, so I can teach you that which I could not learn myself.
Yes, feel my arms wrap around your hips. Move into me, despite and because of your need to be free of me. Reach out, soar, die a little in my embrace. Give us both this glimpse of immortality.
Understand, Kagome, that you and I share both a soul and the object of our first ardor. I helped him to ripen and you will pluck the fruit. This is our shared fate. I accept it, willingly. But first, see: burning envy can so easily become blazing passion. Before I fade forever, I must summon your courage by feeding, hoping, worshiping here, in the mirror between your pale thighs.