The Strongest, My Only by alakeshadow

Distractions

The Strongest, My Only

by alakeshadow

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Rumiko Takahashi's characters. This fanfiction is for my benefit alone and do not harbor any malicious intent towards the original creator or any one person or body by writing this story

Chapter 1: Distractions

They are not gone who pass

Beyond the clasp of hand,

Out from the strong embrace.

They are but come to close

We need not grope with hands,

Nor look to see, nor try

To catch the sounds of feet.

They have put off their shoes

Softly to walk by day

Within our thoughts, to tread

At night our dream-led paths

Of sleep.

~Hugh Robert Orr (Excerpt from "They Softly Walk")

*His entire body was coated in a thick sheen of sweat, its sour tang invading his mouth as he anxiously moved himself against the unknown woman who had been appearing to him for over a fortnight.

She was beneath him, her hips thrusting up to his in a welcoming gesture that sent electrical pulses through his body. Her hands were tightly clasping his back, her long nails digging into the muscled flesh as she yet again released a small, catlike mewling noise that made him growl hungrily for more.

His mouth swooped down onto hers in one fluid motion as her hands moved to his back to his shoulders to skim over the taunt skin. Her mouth opened automatically on contact, letting his large tongue invade the damp recesses and mate itself with her own. She released a long, guttural growl of pure and unrestrained hunger and opened her closed eyes to look into his. The once amber depths were now a smoky, clouded red and he growled in pleasure at her own desire filled brown eyes.

His mouth opened further over hers, threatening to swallow her as his clawed hands ran down her shoulders, over her collarbone, and then came down to grasp the full mounds of her large breasts. Against her will, her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the pads of his thumbs trace across her taunt nipples, the hard peaks straining for his attention. He released her mouth, his tongue running a wet trail of saliva over her cheek, down to her breasts. Her back arched.

She whimpered, her hands grasping the sides of his face as she begged him to come back to her. He purred, the sound a low growl of pleasure and shook his head against the space where her heart was beating. It was a wild tattoo against her ribcage.

"Why do you torture me...?" And with that he nipped at her right breast. Her body jerked in surprise and pleasure and instantly, he began to suckle upon the rich mountain of silk.

Her back arched again, this almost to the point she thought it would break, and a scream of pleasure escaped from her mouth as his teeth began to nibble and gently bite. One of her knees came up and rubbed up against his hip, begging him to stop the ravenous torture he was inflicting on her.

"H...harder...!" She could only whisper, her sweet, husky voice music to his ears. Her hands buried themselves in the silky hair and the back of his head, her fingers curling and delving threw it. He watched her head swing back and forth upon the mountain of silk pillows and growled in masculine pride at her wild, erotic appearance. Yes...she was his, and his alone...and she wanted only him.

"S...Sessho...maru! I...ah...ah!" Her body jerked again as the pressure of his mouth became harder, his hands coming down to trace the silky skin of her inner thighs, his claws tickling the sensitive skin as they went.

"Why can't you give me all of yourself?" He whispered against her breast.

She couldn't respond, only pant, desperately trying to circulate air through her strained lungs. She heard his growl of disappointment at her inability to respond and then inhaled sharply as she felt him press his lips into the valley of her breasts, and then move down...down past her ribs...down past her navel...and arrive very slowly just above the damp mound of curly hair that hid all of her secrets.

"My sweet angel...what is your name?" He whispered brokenly and before she could respond, his hands spread her for himself and his mouth opened over her.

Her scream of pleasure and surprise filled the air as his tongue slid over the damp petals of her womanhood, and then without warning, delved deeply into her, greedily drinking all that he could reach. Her hips bucked frantically against his mouth and slowly, he retracted his tongue, only to let it delve back into her, his sensual rhythm rocking throughout her entire body.

It was almost time...he could feel her coming...could smell the breathtaking scent that was her release and delved his tongue deeper into her, his hands cupping her buttocks and parting her further while pressing her closer.

She screamed again, her hands burying themselves painfully into his hair to the point where he felt same loose strands break themselves free of his head and knew...knew that now...finally after all of these long, hazy nights that she would finally come for him...*

He jerked awake. Snapping to attention almost immediately, he realized that he was in his castle, in his own bed and that there was no one else there. The mysterious woman from his dreams...was not there. His howl of near completion split the calm night air.

No...it couldn't be true...she had almost come for him! He had almost had her! Gods, he had felt it! Not again...anything but again waking from such painful torture and knowing that the raven-haired beauty that haunted his dreams was gone again into the shadows of his mind.

He howled again, this time in utter, unabashed rage and frustration as he slammed his fist into the stone floor beside his makeshift bed made of silk pillows and animal furs. The force of it created a small crater where his fist had hit, along with several deep cracks leading from the original hole for a good ten feet. He felt as if he had forgotten how to breathe and as he tried to stand, he only fell back onto his knees. His engorged shaft was screaming for release...a release that had eluded him for the past month and he could no longer hold himself back.

Roaring, he launched himself out of his bed just as his hot and eager seed exploded forth. Spent, he collapsed onto the cold stone floor instead of the warm flesh of a woman. He roared again, ignoring the raw soreness of his throat and struggled to his feet, holding onto the wall for support. Looking down at his seed, he felt a deep, unexplainable disgust rip threw him and looked away from it. It was not the first time it had happened, and the servant's knew better then to ask questions.

He staggered out onto the connecting balcony and gasped in the fresh mountain air like a starving man. The morning was still young...maybe four or so and far below he could faintly see his guards patrolling the eastern side or the castle of the Western Lands...his lands.

Bringing his hands to his face he buried the tips of his fingers into his bangs and leaned his elbows against the balconies wooden railing, uncaring of his nakedness. The air was chilled and he welcomed it as it was bringing down the almost unbearable heat his body was radiating.

He could still hear her voice...still hear her moans and whimpers and begging pleas...could still taste her...but now it seemed to be getting blurred. Her voice seemed to melt away... What was happening to him? Was he going insane? Every night for the last month he had went to sleep peacefully...and every morning he woke like this. He had gotten no sleep ever since the exquisitely draining dreams had started...and they had finally begun to take their toll on his appearance.

Deep circles were beginning to form under his eyes and he had recently found himself prey to insomnia. No...he would not let this get to him! He would overcome this!

*S...Sessho...maru! I...ah...ah!*

"Damn it all!" He hissed dangerously as he clutched his head, his silver hair twinkling in the fading moonlight. Birds started to chirp, signaling the morning, and he hissed at them to make them still. They flew away.

His red eyes widened at his momentary loss of control and he bent his head, breathing hard. He forced himself to relax. He had to get a hold of himself! His reputation was built almost solely on his appearance...his cold and icy demeanor and aura. He had to manage things...he had to many responsibilities he needed to attend to! He didn't need this...utterly...enticing, little...

No. Distraction. Yes that was what this was...she was nothing more then a distraction, and may the gods help him for whatever reason she had started to appear to him. Every time the dream occurred, he saw bits and pieces of her, and every night the dream became more vivid...more realistic. The first night the dream had happened, every thing had been fuzzy...confusing...but now...he could still feel her lips against his...could still feel the soft silky feel of her bare skin against his...and by all he was, it was too damn real to be nothing more then a simple dream! But then, what else could it be?

*H...harder...!*

"Desist!" He whispered harshly, his raw throat finally catching up to him. This was it then. It was his time to finally follow the requests of his advisors. At least this way he might rid himself of these...dreams.

"So be it...I shall visit Shikiba...and find her so that I may stop this madness." He growled out, his eyes flashing in the still morning light. Turning from it, he went back to his room to change and ready himself to leave.

Thoughts – As much as I do think that lemons are a must-have in my stories, I still get embarrassed whenever I read them. That and its one thing to have it written for own private use on my laptop and another when it's posted on the internet for anyone to read. Oh well. I'll have to get over I guess. For all of you with questions don't worry. That's what the next chapters are for. I didn't have much time to write the first chapter, that was why it was so vague...