Nocturne - An Inuyasha Fanfic

Chapter Four: Midnight Fantasies

Nocturne - Chapter Four: Midnight Fantasies

Rated - M (for suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, and coarse language)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

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Kagome could feel a soft, featherlight pressure trailing along the inside of her thigh, the sensation so delicate it bordered on unreal. It wasn't enough to fully rouse her from the depths of sleep, but it stirred her in that liminal space between dreaming and waking. The warmth of her dreams—comforting, safe—wrapped around her like a cocoon, shielding her from the cold reality beyond. She didn't want to leave, not yet.

The touch returned, deliberate yet teasing, skimming along her skin as if testing her reaction. Goosebumps rippled in its wake, the tingling sensation sharp and electrifying despite her half-conscious state. It moved higher this time, its path slow and measured, drawing her further into the thrall of her dream.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as the pressure trailed back down, only to glide upward again, lingering now in a way that sent heat pooling low in her abdomen. Her legs shifted slightly, inviting the phantom touch to continue its ascent. When the pressure finally reached the apex of her thighs, a weight—substantial and warm—settled over her legs, pinning her in place without malice, only an unspoken command.

Kagome's eyelids fluttered, her lashes damp with the haze of sleep as she strained to open them. A soft silver glow flickered in her periphery, illuminating the darkness beneath the covers that had somehow been tossed aside. The cold air of the room brushed against her skin, heightening the warmth that now burned within her.

Her mind, sluggish and detached, struggled to piece together what was happening. But the dream would not let her think—not yet. A new sensation claimed her attention, this one bolder, more intimate. A wet, heated touch glided over her sensitive folds, sending a sharp gasp tearing through her. Pleasure blossomed in her core, sharp and sudden, drowning out everything else. Her legs parted instinctively, offering herself to the teasing, tender strokes.

A moan spilled from her lips, unbidden, a name tangled within it—soft and breathy but lost to her own ears. She didn't know whose name she'd spoken, and in this moment, she didn't care. Her fingers found themselves entangled in strands of something soft, silken, and cool to the touch. Silver threads? She tugged them gently, the texture grounding her even as her mind slipped further into the dream's intoxicating grip.

The pressure between her thighs deepened, the rhythm unhurried but insistent, sending jolts of sensation rippling through her. Kagome's back arched slightly, her breath hitching as a flood of warmth surged through her veins. Her chest heaved, her body quivering as the tension within her built to an almost unbearable crescendo.

Flashes of light and color swirled in her mind's eye, disjointed yet vivid—golden eyes piercing through the darkness, their intensity burning into her soul. A crescent moon glimmered briefly, hovering just out of reach, before disappearing into the haze. The dream blurred the line between fantasy and memory, and for a moment, she was entirely consumed.

The climax hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, powerful and unrelenting. Her body trembled as the sensation engulfed her, leaving her breathless and trembling. A strangled cry escaped her lips, and her fingers tightened instinctively around the silken strands she thought she held. Her pulse raced, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she lingered in the fading aftershocks of pleasure.

But then the warmth began to fade, replaced by the cool, biting chill of the room. Kagome's eyes flew open, her breath ragged as she bolted upright. She blinked rapidly, her vision adjusting to the dim light cast by the dying embers in the hearth.