Fanfic: Refilled
Title: Refilled
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Kagome/Kikyo
Community/Prompt: iyhedonism/Week 35 - "Deep"
Word Count: 661 words
Chapters: Oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Angst, Tragedy, Soulcest
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Yuri, Explicit Sex.
Story Description: Kagome feels the call of her missing soul. Kikyo has never known a carnal touch. Together they can both find what they were missing... but at a price.
Refilled
By Sarga
Kagome could feel it in there, way down.
The pull of her missing soul called to Kagome just as surely as the jewel shards called to her. Whenever a certain resurrected priestess drew nearer, the call blotted out everything else. Kagome wanted that soul.
Kagome needed it.
And Kikyo was so close, the call was almost deafening.
“He won't come for you tonight,” Kagome, speaking conversationally, finally broke the self-imposed silence between her and her unaware 'guest'. Startled, the resurrected priestess whirled around, a maelstrom of ghostly soul-collectors giving her inhuman aura an even more ethereal glow.
“He will come.” Unphased, despite her initial start, Kikyo glared hard at her soul's descendent, the woman whose very existence threatened to pull her apart from the inside. Only Kikyo's long-held control, honed after nearly two decades of life and three more years of un-life, kept the rogue soul firmly attached. This fledgling priestess was nothing to Kikyo. Not yet.
Maybe once the girl had grown Kikyo would lose the essential core of herself that kept her aware and focused. When that day came - and it would come - Kikyo would give up her hold and permit the girl-turned-woman to do what she could not: send the vile hanyou to hell.
“He won't come,” Kagome reiterated, succumbing to her lost soul's thrall. Moving closer to her soul's predecessor, she reached up to brush a rogue hair out of Kikyo's eyes.
The move, so startlingly gentle, broke the priestess' concentration.
“He can't come.” Kagome was whispering now, her lips a mere hair's breadth from Kikyo's. “He's in another time.” With soothing circles, the younger woman caressed behind her elder's ear with the pad of her thumb, drawing out delightful chills that ran down both their spines.
Unwilling to wait any longer, Kagome leaned forward just that much further. Sweet, soft, pliable lips met cool, rigid, dry lips and Kagome nearly lost herself in the sensation. Surprisingly, Kikyo didn't push away, didn't stop her... didn't respond.
With a frown, Kagome broke the kiss, her eyes searching her mirror-image's 'windows to the soul'. Kikyo looked speechless, not aghast.
Kagome kissed Kikyo again. Harder.
Winding her arms around the priestess, Kagome plied her lips against Kikyo until the woman responded. Tentatively at first, Kikyo's response was unsure. One of the few things she hadn't done as a human was partake of carnal pleasure.
Kagome had to share the experience.
Backing the priestess into the Goshinboku, Kagome pressed her body close. With her thigh, she started rubbing sensually against Kikyo's untouched nether region while her hands caressed cloth-covered breasts. Feeling the woman moan into her mouth, Kagome rubbed more erratically until Kikyo's breath was coming out in harsh pants.
“Onegai...” Kikyo's pleading whisper was enough to drive Kagome to her knees. Knowing what to do - from a clinical perspective at the very least - Kagome untied Kikyo's hakama and slipped them slowly down her hips. Kagome gasped at the sight of Kikyo's hairless sex. When Urasue had created a new body, she had not made pubic hair...
Her hands gripping the priestess' thighs tightly enough to leave marks, Kagome darted an inexperienced tongue forward into Kikyo's folds. With a strangled cry, the priestess gripped onto the younger girl's hair, driving her forward with need for release. Kagome could feel the ecstasy, the sheer rightness of the experience, kissing and licking her way closer to Kikyo's undoing.
As Kikyo's orgasm exploded around her, she cried out in bliss, yielding all control to her successor. She never even felt when her clay shell fell to dust around a sobbing girl from the future.
The missing piece of Kagome's soul returned to her and buried itself down, down, down, seeking the furthest reaches left void by its absence.
Yet there was a new empty place now, one the now-destroyed priestess could never be asked to refill.
Kagome could feel it in there, way down.
Deep.
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Kagome/Kikyo
Community/Prompt: iyhedonism/Week 35 - "Deep"
Word Count: 661 words
Chapters: Oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Angst, Tragedy, Soulcest
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Yuri, Explicit Sex.
Story Description: Kagome feels the call of her missing soul. Kikyo has never known a carnal touch. Together they can both find what they were missing... but at a price.
Refilled
By Sarga
Kagome could feel it in there, way down.
The pull of her missing soul called to Kagome just as surely as the jewel shards called to her. Whenever a certain resurrected priestess drew nearer, the call blotted out everything else. Kagome wanted that soul.
Kagome needed it.
And Kikyo was so close, the call was almost deafening.
“He won't come for you tonight,” Kagome, speaking conversationally, finally broke the self-imposed silence between her and her unaware 'guest'. Startled, the resurrected priestess whirled around, a maelstrom of ghostly soul-collectors giving her inhuman aura an even more ethereal glow.
“He will come.” Unphased, despite her initial start, Kikyo glared hard at her soul's descendent, the woman whose very existence threatened to pull her apart from the inside. Only Kikyo's long-held control, honed after nearly two decades of life and three more years of un-life, kept the rogue soul firmly attached. This fledgling priestess was nothing to Kikyo. Not yet.
Maybe once the girl had grown Kikyo would lose the essential core of herself that kept her aware and focused. When that day came - and it would come - Kikyo would give up her hold and permit the girl-turned-woman to do what she could not: send the vile hanyou to hell.
“He won't come,” Kagome reiterated, succumbing to her lost soul's thrall. Moving closer to her soul's predecessor, she reached up to brush a rogue hair out of Kikyo's eyes.
The move, so startlingly gentle, broke the priestess' concentration.
“He can't come.” Kagome was whispering now, her lips a mere hair's breadth from Kikyo's. “He's in another time.” With soothing circles, the younger woman caressed behind her elder's ear with the pad of her thumb, drawing out delightful chills that ran down both their spines.
Unwilling to wait any longer, Kagome leaned forward just that much further. Sweet, soft, pliable lips met cool, rigid, dry lips and Kagome nearly lost herself in the sensation. Surprisingly, Kikyo didn't push away, didn't stop her... didn't respond.
With a frown, Kagome broke the kiss, her eyes searching her mirror-image's 'windows to the soul'. Kikyo looked speechless, not aghast.
Kagome kissed Kikyo again. Harder.
Winding her arms around the priestess, Kagome plied her lips against Kikyo until the woman responded. Tentatively at first, Kikyo's response was unsure. One of the few things she hadn't done as a human was partake of carnal pleasure.
Kagome had to share the experience.
Backing the priestess into the Goshinboku, Kagome pressed her body close. With her thigh, she started rubbing sensually against Kikyo's untouched nether region while her hands caressed cloth-covered breasts. Feeling the woman moan into her mouth, Kagome rubbed more erratically until Kikyo's breath was coming out in harsh pants.
“Onegai...” Kikyo's pleading whisper was enough to drive Kagome to her knees. Knowing what to do - from a clinical perspective at the very least - Kagome untied Kikyo's hakama and slipped them slowly down her hips. Kagome gasped at the sight of Kikyo's hairless sex. When Urasue had created a new body, she had not made pubic hair...
Her hands gripping the priestess' thighs tightly enough to leave marks, Kagome darted an inexperienced tongue forward into Kikyo's folds. With a strangled cry, the priestess gripped onto the younger girl's hair, driving her forward with need for release. Kagome could feel the ecstasy, the sheer rightness of the experience, kissing and licking her way closer to Kikyo's undoing.
As Kikyo's orgasm exploded around her, she cried out in bliss, yielding all control to her successor. She never even felt when her clay shell fell to dust around a sobbing girl from the future.
The missing piece of Kagome's soul returned to her and buried itself down, down, down, seeking the furthest reaches left void by its absence.
Yet there was a new empty place now, one the now-destroyed priestess could never be asked to refill.
Kagome could feel it in there, way down.
Deep.