InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strength of Bond ❯ Dream? ( Chapter 1 )

01/12/05- edited. This story is an Inuyasha/Kagome. Other pairings will be revealed later, but will not have the extensive detail as the primary pairing. I have also added a little bit of foreshadowing to this very short chapter. Of course, do make sure you keep in mind what happens as all things are connected in some shape or form.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Warnings: Whole Chapter Lemon!

Chapter 1

Something felt off. As the girl's dream clouded haze started to life from her rem sleep, she felt… aroused? She had no idea what had caused this unusual feeling, though maybe it was because she was about to slip into another dream cycle before the next rem. She vaguely felt the chill of the cool air inside her room, but vaguely remembered she had left the window open. The strangest thing, however, was the fact that she was extremely warm, almost like she was reaching a fever temperature. Unconsciously her back arched suddenly, as a spiral of sensation coursed from her head down to her toes. Her first thought was that she imagined it, but a moment later felt the spine tingling sensation again. It felt good, almost too good, especially in her dreamy state.

A tickling sensation coursed down her sides, but soft and gentle as to not cause acute awareness of what was happening in the land of reality. She sighed softly, as her back relaxed down into the comforts of her mattress and pillow. A moment passed before she felt a wet sensation flicker over her ear. She nudged her head more toward the strange exploration to try and figure it out. The trail of wet fell softly from her ear down to her cheek, past her jaw line, and finally down to her neck. She twisted her head slightly, allowing more access to the wet object. It, in turn, lathered her neck and shoulder with particular interest, especially gentle with the area between her neck and collarbone.

She didn't understand what was happening, still too lost in the realm between sleep and wakefulness. It felt almost like something was licking her, and she was reminded of Buyo, her obese cat. She was quite sure, however, that the cat's tongue was far rougher than this one. This felt almost like a combination between dog and human tongue. She tipped her head back a little, as the wet palpation drifted down from her shoulder to her sternum, just below her chin.

At this point she wondered if she was really awake or not. A soft graze across her skin told her that what was occurring couldn't possibly be real. She had felt something similar to fangs pressed against her flesh. Therefore, what was she dreaming about? She stifled a giggle, as she felt the fangs graze against her skin again. Vampires. Maybe she should stop reading all those horror books. Fangs are not a real accessory to anything but animals, mythical beings, and deranged humans.

Another tingling sensation coursed through her body, eventually to settle down between her legs. She jostled herself from her thoughts to explore this new awareness. She had felt something similar to this before when she cleansed herself. It, however, had been nothing like this appeared to be, and it certainly hadn't felt this good when she actually touched there. Then again, if this was a dream, who knows what her unconscious mind was up to. Heck, who's to say her mind was even in control of what her body was sensing? She certainly wasn't sure if she was intentionally the cause of these reactions.

She barely registered the coarse hands that drifted down her body, its nails drawing goose flesh. She instead returned to focus on the wet trail that had begun again, as it dropped down to her breasts. A soft tug on one tip, caused her to arch her back, her arms grasped a large object above her. Yet, even then, she did not register what she was dreaming. She gasped loudly when she felt the pin pricks of teeth upon the tip. She felt like she was being devoured. Maybe that was what she was dreaming: The process of being eaten alive by a vampire.

She shivered. That would feel painful, wouldn't it? She supposed, however, that painful experiences in her dream induced state could feel like anything. Not that she had reason to complain about this dream's lack of pain. She rather liked the... well… nice and pleasurable disposition her body seemed to be in. If she could feel this every night, she would feel no remorse about it.

A soft vibration rippled across her flesh. It felt almost like a purr or growl. She was positive she had not made the vibration. She brought her focus to the low rumble, before the conclusion was that it came from a figure above her, one that she happened to hold with her hands, as she felt another soft tug on one of her breasts. The scraping of the `fangs' combined with the rumbling `growl', almost pulled from her innocent perusal of her `dream.' Nothing human could do those two things, the growl and the fangs, together convincingly. Still, she wasn't exactly afraid of what was happening, so she must be safe from harm. Though, maybe she should lay off the horror novels for awhile.

Which brought her back to the thought of whether or not she was truly dreaming. She had never dreamed that she was getting eaten by vampires or any other `creatures of the night.' She was, after all, only sixteen years old and ignorance is bliss. Another tug, on the other breast, and she found her way to a new idea. She wasn't being eaten- per say; however, such little contact she had with members of the opposite sex didn't make her that entirely naive. She had a fairly adequate notion of what was happening now, even with the little amount of personal experience.

Sure television showed many things, especially here, where Japanese tend to be more liberal about exhibiting such things. Still, it was unusual for these sort of sensations and experiences to occur to a girl below the age of twenty, and then it was typically within wedlock. Furthermore, the male populace still tended to be shy about serious relationships. Sure she knew girls and boys went out on dates, but physical stuff was usually kept to a minimum. With this in mind, it is easy to see how she would be confused and ignorant of the things happening in her dream.

The dream progressed further, increments increased in intensity as she finally registered the hands that dragged and rubbed across her skin. She wondered why her eyes remained closed, but figured that the dream wanted to show her the sensations itself, not the being creating them. Her fingers clenched into the back of the being, her fingernails dug deeper with each spiral of intense feeling into the skin. Hot slick skin rubbed against her palms. It was then that it finally registered completely what was happening. She was having sex in this dream. Hot and heavy, and oh so real it was almost frightening.

She could now feel the numerous places their bodies met, the points burned like wild fires. The soft panting breaths she gave off were now accompanied by a deeper, foreign set- masculine with a touch of something almost wild and primal. Her only thought was how strange vampires were in their feral love-making dances. They were seducers, just like the dark being above her was, and yet he paced himself to warm them up. Why did she need to complain to herself too, instead of enjoying the sensations of her dream world and dream lover?

Abruptly, the tug upon her breast ceased. A few gentle licks glazed over her erect tips, before she felt the cool sheets upon her back that showed he was done with that particular torture. The `tongue' lapped between her breasts, before it traveled back up to her neck. She could hear his breaths more clearly, as they were held close by her ear. They were heavy and amazingly loud to her own ears. This surprised her. Why hadn't she heard them before? They sounded strained, as if the being was forcing himself to remain under control.

The loss of touch, released a small whimper from the back of her throat. She arched her body toward the being, so she could coax him back down to touch her. She knew now that he was the one who had caused the sensations her body craved. Her hands clenched harder upon the body, nails digging into the skin more forcefully, as she pulled him back down. Another rumble, one she believed to be approval, resounded from the one above.

The wetness returned to her skin, delicately dancing upon her lips. She gasped suddenly at the feel of something else touching her core between her thighs. The gasp, allowed a foreign object to enter her mouth. The tongue, as she quickly cheered her brains for the right assumption, battled with her own and suckled upon the recesses of her mouth. It delved further into her, devouring everything within it's reach. She tentatively responded, not really sure how to do this. She had never been kissed and all her previous dreams had never felt like this. Nevertheless, the experience and taste was intoxicating.

So consumed by this alone, she didn't even register the insertion of another object into her opening below the waist. It was a soft and gentle caress, testing the wetness there. As his mouth took more control of the kiss, she felt his calloused hands slide down her sides to her legs. Gently coaxed by the drag of long fingertips along the inside and outside of her thighs, told her to open her legs wider. She complied without thought, her tongue seeking out of her own mouth and into the being's own.

She felt him freeze, surprised by the action, and stilled his hands to receive her kiss. She dragged her hands up his shoulders, registering the fact that his hair was sticky from sweat and longer than his shoulders. Longer than her own, in fact, as she felt the tell tale signs of hair that danced past her body and the edge of the mattress. With calculated slowness, she brought her hands to his face to pull herself even closer to him and explored his mouth. She dragged her tongue across his own, but she never really tested to see if he truly had vampire fangs or not.

The being finally responded to her kiss, deepening it. His hands, once again gently moved her legs further apart, before settling his weight between them. The heat suddenly pressed onto her lower body, caused her to pull back from the kiss, a sigh upon her lips. She pushed herself against him to feel the entirety of the new sensation of his body pressed against hers. A soft bite upon her lip followed by a nuzzle of a nose to her own, told her what words could not. She opened her mouth again, and the being slipped his tongue into her mouth. With her legs spread apart, he deepened the kiss further, and he slowly maneuvered himself into position to join with her. She vaguely registered his hands along her inner thighs, eliciting soft moans from her throat. Then she felt a warm, slightly throbbing object near her lower opening. She didn't have to guess what it was, as he slowly eased his tip into her.

The penetration was gentle as first, before a quick twist and lunge of the being's hips ripped through her insides. Her eyes flashed open, blue-gray orbs that were wide with surprise and pain. The scream was stifled by the beings mouth, and if she hadn't had her hands on, she wouldn't have known was there. She could see nothing in the pitch black darkness of the room. She suddenly came to the realization that opening her eyes would have made no difference in the first place. There was no light to help make out anything, not even shapes. She was blind in this dream world, her senses dulled significantly into useless workings. This, however, was the first time she had ever felt pain in a dream. It was surreal, yet not. She figured pain had to show up too, since the other sensations had felt so real. Besides, if she was truly making love with this `vampire' then pain had to expected as she was a virgin.

The mouth drew back from her's, and lapped at her face, as the being held still for her to adjust to him. Such a considerate vampire... She would have snorted at that thought, if she wasn't so focused on what was happening to her. First thing in the morning, she decided that all those horror books were going into the trash. She felt his hands drag up along the sides of her body, before they took her hands from his face and carefully drew them to his back. As soon as she gave a testing grip, he pushed into her softly. She gasped in response, pain and a touch of pleasure burned through her core. Slowly, they began to move together in rough motions, hot sweaty skin against equally warm flesh.

She moaned in response to each thrust, digging her nails into his flesh. The slow pace pushed against her in just the right spots and caused her to arch her back again. Her eyes flickered closed, and she returned to the realm of touch and sensation. Harder and faster came the thrusts, as she felt a small warm coil inside her twist tighter and tighter. She dug her nails into the being harder, urging him on to something she had no idea. He complied, losing the syncopated rhythm her body had started to kept with his. She was now just holding on for dear life, as the being above controlled the rest.

A moment later, the coil of slight pain and overwhelming pleasure burst apart, a silent scream erupting from the back of her throat. She didn't register the pain that followed as teeth sunk into her neck. She didn't register the growl from the being on top. She didn't register the warm substance filling her insides. But the thing she didn't register the most was the fact that this wasn't a dream.

After her climax, she felt the being shift on top of her. Moreover, her exhausted body and mind ignored it, still wallowing in the seventh heaven she had been transported to. She slipped back into rem sleep, and thus she didn't feel the shift of the mattress nor the replacement of her clothes back upon her person. In the morning, she would never know whether all that happened really had been a dream or a possible living nightmare.

Of course, it wouldn't be till later that she would actually be informed that the act taken place tonight had just sealed her fate and her body to another. That other being the `vampire' in her dreams. Of course, vampires are not real and they really have no baring on this story. Still, for this moment, sit back and pretend that this girl's assumptions are real. Should she feel enthralled, excited, scared or some other emotion when the truth is finally revealed? Well, that is a question that will be answered down the road. Still, keep in mind that a single bond has been formed, and that if why this hanashi must be told.

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Updated 1/12/05

Translation notes and Pronunciation:

Buyo- (boo-yoh) A Gnat. However, buyobuyo means flabby and soft.

Hanashi- (hah-nah-she) Story, tale.