Moonlit Pleasure by MoonlightGoddess

Passion

Moonlit Pleasure

She blushed prettily as her lover slowly and sensually made his way over to her, his smooth contours seeming to almost shimmer in the soft moonlight. The warm summer breeze sang softly in the trees, an unearthly choir that spoke of lost hopes, dreams, and a new love unfurling. Her god of the moonlight paused a moment, plucking a rose from its lofty perch atop an ancient tree that spanned the height of the garden wall that she rested on.

He reached towards her, his eyes silently telling of things yet to come, and tucked the rose into her wavy, soft, midnight tresses. She smiled slightly and raised her flower-soft lips to his, pressing them almost hungrily. He responded instantly, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed across her lips, begging for an entrance. She let him in, pushing hers into his as well. They explored the warm caverns of each others mouth, increasing their passions fervently. She traced her lily-white hands over his god-like features, pausing a moment to gaze into his liquid amber eyes, now turned golden as the sun with the heat of their combined passions.

She pressed herself closer into him, moaning erratically into his throat as she worked her hands up and down the front of his clothing, pushing them off as she went. He too began to move her clothing aside, never breaking from the intensity of their kiss. She felt the blood pool at her waist, and by the look of her lover, the feeling was there too as well. He moaned softly as well, his inner fire and turmoil increasing with each passing moment. She had finished moving aside his shirt and was working now on the belt of his haori. He pressed her into the grass beneath them and was tugging the soft silk off her alluring feminine curves, their lust increasing tenfold with each brushing of flesh. He trailed kisses down her throat and across her jaw, and she groaned loudly, arching her back and pressing into him. The finished discarding their clothing, both as bare as the day they were born. He finished trailing his feather soft kisses down her throat and now into her torso. He sensually presses his tongue between her breasts and around her nipples, now stiff with the heated excitement between the two. He rolled them between his fingers, as she pressed the inside of her thigh against his.

With a soft jerk, he was inside her, moving deeper with every passing moment. She screamed his name into the black sky, arching higher and higher, pushing him deeper and deeper into her. He pulled back for a moment, and she pressed his lips as hard as she could, crushing him to her, driving him deeper than ever before. She kissed him with all the love and lust she felt in her body, as she neared the highest point of their embrace. With a downward rush it was over, and both lay panting, his manhood still embedded deep in her flesh. She gazed into his eyes, and smiled as he pulled out, and began to kiss her again; rekindling the fire that now lay content. She felt her blood begin to stir as she arched into him, pushing him inside again. She moaned his name and they began again working their way to the height of their passions. She kissed the moon upon his brow that reflected the one in the sky, and felt herself at the breaking point yet again. She shuddered sensually as they moved against each other, flesh pressing against flesh as they reached the breaking point yet again. She called her mate's name into the night as she began to peak...

"Wench! Wench! Come on, dammit, wake up!"

Kagome stirred and she raised her head, looking at the irate hanyou with half lidded lust filled eyes. Inu-Yasha drew back, not knowing what to make of the look, before marching off muttering about stupid women and their stupid looks and dreams, a slight blush marring his face. Sango and Miroku peered at her, Sango actually doing the peering and Miroku leering at her. Kagome colored intensely as she realized she had been talking, well, moaning in her sleep again.

She sat up and looked round the camp, noting the kitsune kit that lay undisturbed on her sleeping bag still. She sighed and lay back down, ignoring those around her as she shifted around on the ground, trying to again find the one comfortable piece of ground. As she moved around, she couldn't help but feel a bit sorry that it was only a dream. A really nice dream. A dream that had yet to be resolved. She felt her smile quirk against the pillow as she once again felt herself enter the garden and the waiting arms of her beloved god and keeper of her dreams. Her dreams...and her heart.

Owari