Below is a snippet from my InuKag Greek Mythology AU, entitled Bound.
The angel known as @moonkissedart devoted her incomparable talents to a piece from this chapter that I am compelled to share; it must shine in all its breathtaking glory.
Traditional art by @moonkissedart. Permission to share granted by the artist.
Thank Moonkissed for this peek, and please tag her in any compliments you have about THE EXTRAORDINARY ART OH MY GOD IT’S UNBELIEVABLE THERE’S MAGIC IN HER HANDS 🥰❤️
⚠️ CW: Smuttish? Idk how to rate this, but it’s a little filthy.
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Chapter 7: I Shall Not See The Shadows
He was coming for her.
Red moon ascending in the sky, Kagome sprinted through the twilight-basked wood, landscape a blur. Her arms pumped at her sides as she leapt over roots and dodged branches with all the grace of a deer.
He was hunting her.
The split hem of her white tunic whipped around her thighs as she ran, heartbeat pounding in her ears. She tried to maintain control over her breathing, coming in pants, as she sped up.
Kagome tightened her fists until her knuckles turned white. She knew her efforts to flee him were in vain. It didn’t matter how quickly she ran; he would catch her. He was faster than her, bigger than her, stronger than her -
A fearsome roar tore through the atmosphere, quaking the earth itself and leaving panic in its wake. At once, the forest became a frenzy of activity. Petrified birds hastily abandoned their nests and skittered away into the sky. Groundlings either scurried into the safety of their burrows or the nearest hiding place. Those frozen in fear merely cowered in place.
But Kagome couldn’t hide. She could never escape him.
“Aaah!” She winced as the pointed tip of a passing branch sliced her thigh. The scrape stung and she knew it was bleeding.
He’ll smell it.
Kagome’s stomach twinged. She may as well have lit a homing beacon. She cursed herself for this foolish mistake, but she didn’t stop running.
Near instantly, beyond the trees, she sensed a truly powerful demonic aura barreling towards her at an incredible speed.
She thought she’d have more time. Her heart fluttered maddeningly in her chest as the demon closed in on his target - her.
Not a moment later, mid-stride, two clawed hands roughly seized Kagome from behind, yanking her backwards into what felt like an impregnable wall of stone. Feral snarls overtook her screams. One large, calloused palm gripped her throat tightly, forcing her to tilt her head up. The other held the curve of her hip in an ironclad grasp.
Belatedly processing what had just happened, Kagome’s chest frantically rose and fell as she tried to calm her nerves and regain her breath despite the hand lightly squeezing her windpipe.
He caught me.
Kagome found herself trembling, but it wasn’t from fear.
Warm lips pressed against the shell of her ear. Unknowingly, she angled her neck submissively in response. The sharp point of a fang pricked her there before dragging languidly across her pulse point and down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The titillating sensation had her mewling and arching her back, pressing her hardened nipples into the fabric of her tunic.
“You know.. what it does to me.. when you run.”
His voice was gravelly and low, interspersed pants betraying his true bestial nature. As if to punctuate his remarks, he snaked his arm around her waist, hand splayed across her abdomen pressing her bottom more intimately against him. His cock was hot, hard, and pulsing with the strength of his need. Knees weak, Kagome’s mouth fell open as she threw her head back, grabbing onto him to keep from falling.
Her mind raced with all the different ways she wanted him inside her.
He moved his hand from her throat to her breast, massaging its fullness in his palm before roughly pinching and twisting the taut peak between his index and forefinger. The breaths that left Kagome were wanton as goosebumps glided over her glistening skin.
Growls emanated from the chest of her captor, rumbling through Kagome’s body and culminating at the apex of her thighs. She squeezed her knees together when she felt a fresh wave of desire seep from her womanhood and dampen her underclothes.
The demon grunted in a way that told her he was smirking. Oh, he was downright delighted; depraved and even a bit diabolical. His prey was finally in his grasp, totally at his mercy, and effectively melting into him. He pushed his nose into the side of her neck, smile on his lips, then intentionally drew in a slow, deep breath to highlight her condition.
“Smelling my bitch wet and wanting me.”
The thick, intoxicating scent of her arousal had him drowning in a lusty haze. He could barely think straight, let alone maintain control over his demon, so desperate was he for a taste of her. The mere thought of her moist silky folds on his tongue had saliva dripping from his fangs and open, eager mouth, onto Kagome’s shoulder. The hotness of his breath on her neck combined with the wetness of his drool had Kagome’s toes curling in anticipation.
She knew he was going to devour her.
Kagome couldn’t stop the broken whimper that left her throat.
“Inu-yasha!“
Traditional art by @moonkissedart. Permission to share granted by the artist.
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