Standard disclaimer applies: I do not own Inuyasha or it's characters.
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His Fantasies
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He watched the group of chattering females.
No, he had to be honest with himself. He was watching, staring intently at one specific female, as none of the others were worthy of his attention.
Golden eyes slowly slid over her features, taking in the sparkle of her vivid sapphire gaze, the happy flush of colour that rose into her cheeks as her perfect, pouting, tempting pink lips curved sweetly in a smile. He could stare at those lips forever, hell, he fantasized daily all the wicked things he wanted her to do to him with that hot little mouth.
Shifting his position, careful not make sure he was still hidden out of sight, he reached down and stroked a hand firmly against the swell of his rising erection.
The wind shifted, and caught the loose mass of black silk that fell down her back in gentle waves. He’d had the pleasure of touching that softness once, completely by accident and without her knowledge. It was another thing he added to his fantasies, the thought of those locks sweeping over his skin as she crawled over him…
He shuddered lightly and with a deft flick of his wrist, snapped open his pants, drawing down the zipper and allowed his cock to spill out into the open air. He hissed at the change of temperature against the heated flesh and imagined it to be her blowing on him softly as she wrapped those tiny, oh so dainty hands around him firmly and pumped.
In response his hips lifted, and he grunted softly as he fisted his cock.
Heated predator eyes shifted to linger at the sight of her neck as she casually tossed her hair back over her shoulder, revealing the curve where shoulder and neck met. Her skin looked so soft, it was healthy and sun kissed just so with no tan lines. Often he had wondered what she would look like, skin flushed from intimate activities and glistening with sweat?
He purred thinking of her scent, it both soothed and aroused him; summer and rain with an under laying spice that drove him slightly wild, he knew she would taste divine.
He would kiss that hot little mouth, tugging at the bottom lip until she gave access then devour her before slowly going down, alternating between kisses, licks and tiny bites to that soft flesh, marking her as his.
He could almost hear the soft moan she would emit as his hands traced over that lush figure, teasing the both of them to distraction as he nuzzled into her breasts, fingers plucking and rolling her nipples as he weighed her breasts in his palms.
How often had he wondered if she hid a soft pink of nipples, or a darker brown? He leaned towards the soft pink, it suited her better, and he was eager to latch his mouth on those points and suckle until they turned red and the nipples were hard and stiff so he could lave at her with his tongue after.
Fuck, it would be amazing, and as she panted from his attentions, her hands would be buried into his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp before sliding down over his shoulders, over his back as she wrapped those incredibly long-long legs around his narrow hips.
One memory came to him, he had arrived at his father’s house for a visit and seen her bent over a bag, searching through it, oblivious as his eyes took in the length of those gorgeous legs to the swell of her hips and that perfect, firm round ass.
He would love to nibble that that little ass of hers, exploring diligently until he found her cunt. He expected it also to be a pink colour, licking his lips, he imagined tasting her. He would give her no chance to refuse, he wanted, needed to taste her.
And while he did, he would play with the entrance to her anus, would she be willing to let him fuck her there? Or would she be too shy?
Mouth curling up darkly, he knew he would be able to persuade her. Gripping his cock harder he pulled at the impressive length panting lightly. Swiping his thumb over the sensitive tip roughly, he shut his eyes and his head fell back as he continued to pleasure himself, images of him gripping her ass and lifting her up to run his cock against her, coating himself in her juices flashing through his head.
He would fuck her, gods would he fuck her, until she was screaming his name, until she was so delirious with pleasure, from him that she wouldn’t look at another male again. He could imagine it, with her being so god damn tiny in comparison to him, she would be tight, so fucking tight, and hot.
He would pound himself into her, first in the missionary, then he would rise up on his knees and place those legs over his shoulders and tilt her back and listen to her scream before he would flip her over and assume his favourite position. He would mount that little female, thrusting himself into her and fuck her hard and fast, giving her no chance to escape, holding her hips in an unbreakable grip, playing with her clit making her orgasm over and over again around him.
Her screams would be absolute music to his ears.
“Fuck.” He growled and increased the pace of his hand, squeezing the hard flesh working himself to the point of no return. Roughly he pulled at his balls, snarling with pleasure as they drew tight until it was painful. “Fuck!” Hips jerking as his entire body stiffened, he fisted himself desperately, eyes tinting red as he stared at the dark haired female outside.
He didn’t look down to his cock, which he knew would be a deep red in colour, he didn’t watch as his ejaculation sprayed through the air and landed on the wall next to where his chair was placed at the window.
He kept his gaze on the female that held his obsessive attention, the only one he could fantasize about.
The only one he was forbidden to have.
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My first attempt at smut on this site. Not sure if I will keep this as a one-shot or continue...
Please tell me what you think :)
Kessa