The Unthinkable

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Prologue

Taboo

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Does this count as taboo?

How did things end up like this anyway?

Nothing was comprehensible anymore. If they went on, the later consequences could definitely leave one or both of them hurt. This was dangerous territory, and yet he was doing nothing to stop it.

In fact, he was welcoming the whole event by responding to her touch, his senses lighting on fire.

His lips captured hers in a bruising kiss, and she returned it, with the same urgency. Both backed into the room, unable to hold out for much longer.

"Why do you do this to me?" he whispered, nuzzling his nose to her neck. "I don't feel like myself anymore."

She smiled, running her fingertips through his long black tresses, pulling him close as he lapped at her neck.

"I-I don't know." she breathed, as he kissed her, and she grabbed at his head from the wonderful sensation. "B-but don't stop."

Hands wandered, seeking, feeling heat, and he tugged at her kimono, which had begun to come undone. She shuddered to his touch, as his hands pulled away the last of her top, coming to a stop at her under robes. But that didn't end there. Feeling left out, the young woman grasped the tie to his own robes, and pulled hard, letting the heavy material fall to the floor, forgotten. Her eyes roamed over his chest which peeked from his under robes, and feasted on the well toned muscle, and letting them come to rest at his waist.

Blushing, she pressed herself to him, rubbing her thigh against his manhood. His demonic nature caused him to growl at the tease, and sought out her lips once more, backing into the bed that was in the middle of the room.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, laying her down on his king bed, and nestling her between the pillows. She blushed harder, as he settled himself on top, bending down to kiss her cheeks.

"Qu-quite sure." was all that she could muster, feeling his hands caress her body, his heat transferring to her despite her thin under robe.

Slowly, he finally removed her under robe, revealing a creamy strip of skin in the middle. Carefully he peeled it off her body, taking in her sweet, light scent, driving him almost to the edge. He traced his hands down from her chest, to her stomach, making her arch her back in her pursuit of more friction.

Madness, pure madness was all he felt, seeing the vulnerability that he was causing. No doubt he too, was showing the same susceptibility. Like a slave to her touch.

He memorized every patch of her skin with his touch, and moaned as she touched him in return.

Then, after making sure that she was prepared, he plunged into her warmth, making her gasp and bite her lip, as he broke through for the first time. Small pain followed, her body tensed, as she tried to take in air. A few tears left her fair face, making him slightly concerned at the pain he had inflicted. He licked the tears away, and it was not too long before she shifted her hips, telling him to continue.

His gave a slow thrust at first, and gradually, he picked up the pace, until they were nothing but a tangled mass of sweat, and passion, whispering each other's names in pure bliss, hoping to reach the edge together as one.

She then screamed out his name, giving into him completely, grasping him so tightly, also sending him to his completion. Her face lit with ecstacy, as he pounded into her harder, smouldering her lips with his own. He too, shouted out her name, marking her with his essence, before he carefully pulled out, and collapsed next to her, holding her lithe body close to him.

Her expression was tired, yet content, nuzzling her face to his chest, while he rested his head on top of hers.

No more words were exchanged and she fell asleep in his arms, comforted by the rhythmic beatings of his heart.

He sighed contentedly, as the last of the light feeling finally left him. It was surprising, but he felt so complete, at that one moment, and yet it felt so wrong. Oh so wrong. Even one look from those eyes could leave him in the state of need, but he knew they couldn't be. Probably because he could see the guilt in her expressions when he took her for the first time, as though she knew the betrayal that she was pursuing, for her brother, also for her family and friends. Or probably because they were never meant to be, for a half demon like him, and a woman like her could never be together. Some things just weren't meant to be.

So how did things end up this way?

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C.A.: I hope it wasn't so uh, intense for the first part. Pretty short too, I know, sorry about that. Please, I hope you don't get me wrong, but I love the respectable pairing fics, but I just have the thirst for doing some sort of odd pairings-is that bad? Which is probably what's go me into writing an Inuyasha fic of my own, but I thought that all the stories that I've read were so good, ( fan of Sango and Sesshoumaru ; ) I didn't think I could compare. So here I am.

Actually, while I was browsing on the internet, I realize how big of a risk I'm taking by making this....Oh, and I do hope they weren't so OOC.

And yes, I am planning on adding on to their story, so if you would please tell me properly on what you think? Thank you.