InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Kagome vs. the Modern Era ❯ Afternoon Delight ( Chapter 11 )

Caution: Lemon Ahead!

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Riiing! Riiing!

Kagome sat up wide-eyed in bed, jostled awake by he persistent shrieking of her cell phone. Glaring at the offending object and checking the Caller ID, she groaned.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ thought Kagome, looking at her glowing alarm clock, which read in giant, digital numbers, 7:43 A.M. ‘I’ll kill her.’

Flipping open her cell phone, Kagome grumbled, “You do know your life is now forfeit.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your favorite cousin, Kago-chan!” sang Keiko. “I know, I know. You are anxious to find out the reason for my wake-up call?”

“Anxious isn’t quite the word I would use, but please, by all means, continue,” was Kagome’s growled retort.

“Hush, now,” continued Keiko, ignoring her cousin’s sarcasm, “Yusuke finally made it home at 4:30 this morning from that damn baby’s! He said that–”

Kagome was awake instantly, breathing a sigh of relief. ‘Kurama is okay, then.’

“–some youkai named Lord Sesshoumaru barged into their meeting,”

‘Oh, shit!’ “S-Sesshoumaru? Are you sure?” questioned Kagome, almost yelling frantically into the hand-held device.

“Yeah, that’s what Yusuke said. Why? I don’t suppose you know this guy, do ya?”

“The old dog is still alive,” murmured Kagome, smirking to herself. “Keiko-chan, remember when I told you about Inuyasha’s older brother?”

“Hai,” responded Keiko, a light bulb finally flickering on in her head, “I knew it! I knew that name sounded familiar! So, this Sesshoumaru dude is Inuyasha’s brother? That would also explain why he was looking for you!”

“Me?” squeaked Kagome. “Why now?”

“I’m not really sure. I tried to get more info out of Yusuke, but that baka is worthless when he’s tired. He did mumble something about having to meet with Koenma again today,” Keiko paused to let out an aggravated sigh. “I swear, that toddler sees Yusuke more than I do anymore!”

“You think you’d be used to it by now, Keiko-chan. Look on the bright side, though. How many other girls can say that their boyfriend is out there saving the world on a daily basis?”

“True, true. Unless…” drawled Keiko, “didn’t you have a date with Kurama last night? How’d that go, and spare me the scandalous details, ‘kay?”

Kagome chuckled remembering Keiko’s reactions yesterday to her sexual escapades with the fox, “Hai, Keiko-chan, don’t worry. We ate, we drank, he asked to court me, I sang karao–“

“Court? No way!” exclaimed Keiko, “Don’t leave me hanging! What’d you say to him?”

“I accepted,” sighed Kagome happily, holding the phone away from her ear.

“Kawaii, kawaii, kawaii!” squealed Keiko obnoxiously, her voice seeming to raise an octave with each syllable. “Kagome-chan can’t resist that dreamy kitsune bishounen!”

“It’s not just about that, you hentai!” said Kagome, rolling her eyes. “Kurama is special. I’d be a fool to deny him. I’ve been rejecting guys left and right for the past two years, afraid of stepping into a serious relationship because I was waiting for something bigger to come along.”

“Something bigger, Kago-chan? Like, oh say… Kurama?”

“I-I want to say ‘yes’, but I’m really not sure. There was always this tiny corner of my mind expecting Inuyasha to knock on my door, take control again, say, ‘Let’s go, wench!’ and be back in my life just like that. He’s been on my mind off and on, especially in the past couple of days. I believe he is still alive, and now that I know Sesshoumaru is out there, I’m even more positive that Inuyasha is somewhere close by,” Kagome paused to calm herself, “I just want to find him and know that he is okay.”

Keiko was silent for a moment, then she spoke carefully, “You’ll see him, Kago-chan, if he is indeed out there; however, what happens when you do meet up again?”

“Keiko, out with it,” started Kagome, her voice becoming thick with seriousness, “Just what are you insinuating? ”

“Can you honestly blame me for asking? I mean, you tell me that Inuyasha is your ‘best friend’, but the way you speak of him sometimes indicates he still means more to you than that. Kurama is your lover now, not Inuyasha.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” replied Kagome. She was exhausted by the turn of this conversation. “Listen, Keiko-chan, Kurama is coming over for lunch, and I still have to tidy up the apartment and run to the grocery store…”

“Fine, fine. Your aversion skills do need work, though!” joked Keiko. “I’ll let you go. Maybe we can meet up later? Love you, Kago!”

“Ja ne,” Kagome shut the phone and let out a long sigh. ‘Kuso! That girl gives me a headache sometimes. I do understand where her concerns come from though. Don’t worry, Keiko-chan. I’d like to think I know what I’m doing.’ Another, more annoying side of her brain echoed, ‘But do you really?’

A little over four hours later, after Kagome had straightened up the place, made a trip to the market, and taken a long, hot shower, she stood over the kitchen counter preparing sandwiches and waiting for Kurama. Her mind began to process the new information Keiko had revealed earlier.

‘Well, well, well. Sesshoumaru was in Koenma’s office earlier with Yusuke and the guys. How in the world does he have ties with the Rekai? I wonder what exactly happened. At least the detectives are still alive according to Keiko,’ just as she finished the thought, she felt Kurama’s approaching aura skimming across her senses. ‘Looks like I’m about to find out. Time to get some answers, Kagome.’

She ambled over to the door slowly, checking her hair and light make-up in the entryway mirror. Kagome couldn’t help the slow smile that spread across her face when the kitsune rapped lightly on the door.

Kurama waited patiently for Kagome to answer, and he suppressed a knowing smirk when he detected her purposely hesitating on the other side.

When she finally swung the door open, Kurama openly ogled and appreciated his miko girlfriend. Kagome’s long ebony locks were pulled into a loose, messy bun at the nape of her neck, a few pieces left out to frame her beautiful face. He almost growled when he got a glimpse of her creamy, exposed neck. Her torso was encased in a light pink camisole that was cut to reveal just a modest hint of cleavage. The dark denim skirt that Kagome wore sat loosely on her hips and came down to about mid thigh. ‘Well, that certainly doesn’t leave much to the imagination.’

Kagome was in a similar state as she admired Kurama. The redhead sported a green, fitted polo shirt with a pair of clean, distressed jeans that fit snugly on his muscular thighs. ‘I bet they fit just as well on that handsome ass, too. Gods, I just want to throw him down and… no! Answers first. Play later.’ Shaking her head clear of lustful meanderings, she greeted,

“Come in, Kurama-kun.”

Kagome took his hand and intended to lead him inside; however, Kurama had other plans in mind. He tugged Kagome close to his body and kissed her sweetly on those cherry lips that he so adored. Kagome moaned lightly, opening her mouth a little so Kurama could further explore her moist little cavern. Tongues mingled and stroked each other until the clearing of a throat interrupted.

“M-My bad, Fujioka-san,” apologized Kagome to the narrow-eyed elderly female neighbor across the hall. The neighbor turned around and with an uppity ‘humph,’ slammed her door on the two amused young adults in the hall.

“Perhaps we should move this,” Kurama said, squeezing her bottom lightly, “into your apartment.”

“Tsk, tsk. Hentai fox,” Kagome answered, withdrawing from his embrace and entering the apartment, one riled up kitsune in tow. Kurama shut the door and removed his shoes. Kagome had already disappeared into the kitchen. He found her stirring a small pot full of soup to accompany the sandwiches on the counter. Kurama was about to pounce on his Kagome from behind, but she turned around, spoon in hand and commanded,

“You,” she pointed to Kurama, and then flailed her arm over to the kitchen bar. “Over there. We have much to discuss.”

Now Kurama was curious, but decided to obey for the time being. He sauntered over, lowered himself to a stool, and purred, “Indeed.” He waited for Kagome to shut off the burner, join him at the bar, and serve the soup and sandwiches before he continued, “We were called to Koenma’s in regards to an unusual blast of miko energy detected by the Rekai spirit gauges.”

This came as a surprise to Kagome. She replied dumbly, “My unusual blast of miko energy?” ‘Baka! Of course yours!’

Kurama chuckled. “Very astute, my dear. Yusuke let it slip that you were indeed the source, which caused Koenma to throw a fit. In short, he wants to meet you to determine that you are not a threat to the fate of the world.”

“Okay. When?” asked Kagome, not disturbed at all by the demigod’s request.

“You have no qualms about this?”

“Nah. I think I can handle Koenma’s inquiries. If I had been planning world domination, then maybe I’d reconsider,” joked Kagome, then continued almost too coolly, “I hear there was an unexpected visitor in the Rekai last night?”

It was Kurama’s turn to be surprised, though he should have known Yusuke would tell Keiko, who would waste no time relaying information to Kagome. “Hai, Kagome. Lord Sesshoumaru interrupted our meeting, demanding to know your whereabouts. I assume he sensed your flare in power yesterday; whether or not he was in the Makai or Ningenkai is yet to be determined.”

“So, it’s true,” came the quiet reply from Kagome. “Sesshoumaru is alive. I cannot begin to believe things ran that smoothly if he’s the same dog I know. I’m guessing at least one of you ended up held to a wall with a hand around your throat.”

Kurama coughed uncomfortably, almost choking on his sandwich.

“Unbelievable! You?” gasped Kagome. “I would have thought Yusuke for sure with that mouth of his. Sesshoumaru never did have a tolerance for the outspoken. I would certainly know. He didn’t rough you up too much, did he?”

“I’m fine. He wasn’t too thrilled when I questioned him about his business with you.”

Kagome reached across the countertop and grasped Kurama’s hand. “I’m touched you would defend me, Kurama.”

He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but gratitude. “I was skeptical of his intentions at first.”

“I understand. I was leery of him until about the fifth time Sesshoumaru attempted to kill Inuyasha and me,” she casually said. She felt Kurama bristle, but reassured him, “Oh, not to worry! He wouldn’t try that again. As I told you, we became allies near the end.”

“He tried to kill you multiple times?” Kurama stood and came over to her side of the bar. “And you were able to forgive him so easily?”

Kagome looked down into her lap. “Hai. Sesshoumaru was merely holding a grudge for way too long. I felt bad for him. He’s insufferably arrogant and his icy demeanor is just a cover-up. Sesshoumaru really isn’t evil at all, just a pompous ass,” She looked up at Kurama and smirked, “Still, I’m surprised he went so easy on you. Sesshy must be getting soft in his old age. When will I have the pleasure of meeting him again?”

Kurama inwardly sighed, having mixed emotions about the scheduled reunion, “First, Koenma would like to be introduced to you sometime today with Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Keiko, and myself in attendance,” reaching into his jean pocket, he produced Sesshoumaru’s Ningenkai business card and proceeded, “and Lord Sesshoumaru will meet with you tomorrow morning at this address, the other detectives and myself will also be joining you then.”

Kagome took the card and examined it thoroughly. ‘Taishou Technologies? Strange. Who would have thought Sesshoumaru, a wealthy businessman among humans?’ She ran her manicured fingernails over the embossed, blue crescent moon logo. ‘ I think I’ve passed this building downtown before.’ Then again, to her, all the steel giants looked identical to one another. ‘I’ve never sensed any youki. Interesting.’

“There’s more, Kagome,” Kurama supplied. He watched Kagome carefully to gauge her reaction and continued, “Lord Sesshoumaru will not be the only youkai meeting us at Taishou Technologies. Inuyasha and Shippo are alive also.”

Kagome dropped the business card to the floor and covered her mouth in relieved shock. “They are alive? I-Inuyasha. I knew it.” She visibly flinched and made eye contact again with Kurama.

He was happy to let Kagome know that her friends were alive, but a little bothered by her reaction. “Knew it?”

“Hai. Last night, during the cab ride home from your place, I fell asleep. I had a dream about Inuyasha… I just knew then that he was still alive,” said Kagome. “Kami, I’ve waited two years for this. Until Keiko had told me about the Makai, I had just assumed all youkai were secluded in hiding or dead.” She stood up and hugged Kurama, who was still digesting the fact that his girlfriend was dreaming about her ex-lover. “Arigato, Kurama-kun,” she whispered against his neck.

His arms slowly came up to grasp her hips and circle his thumbs around the sensitive skin there. Kurama noticed her sharp intake of breath against his neck. He smoothly commanded, “Look at me, Kagome.”

The miko tilted her head back and gazed up into Kurama’s expressive emerald pools.

“I cannot lie to you and pretend I feel fine when I hear you say Inuyasha’s name, it’s just not in my nature to dismiss his once claim on you,” said Kurama. He felt Kagome stiffen against him. “But I refuse to doubt you, Kagome.”

“You tell me that I’m amazing, but you, Kurama, are that and more,” Kagome spoke in awe of the youkai before her. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers. “I don’t know what will happen Monday, but I promise to stand by you. I accepted your courting proposal without hesitation in my heart. If this, you and me, wasn’t supposed to happen, there’s no way I would have been able to let you in so easily,” and then she kissed him before he could respond.

Kagome fought to pour everything into this kiss: passion, promise, loyalty, lust, and she even conceded a piece of her very soul.

When they were required to part due to lack of oxygen, Kurama and Kagome were panting with want for each other.

Kurama backed her until she made contact with the kitchen counter. Kagome let out a startled squeak when her kitsune slid his large hands to her waist and hoisted her up to sit upon the glossy, flat surface. Kagome’s little denim skirt inched up higher on her when Kurama stepped in between her spread legs.

As Kurama caressed her silky thighs, Kagome looped her arms around his neck and breathed sensually in his ear, “Anything else you needed to tell me?”

Kurama grinded his obvious arousal against her panty-covered warmth and grunted, “Not that I can recall, vixen. The rest is just details.”

“G-good,” Kagome stuttered out as he created a delightful friction, “because I believe you owe me. I remember being left quite unsatisfied last night.”

Grrr. “Well, I’ll have to rectify that immediately,” growled a very horny fox at Kagome’s taunting. “By the time I’m through with you, my little miko, you will be satisfied many times over.” To punctuate his point he slipped a hand underneath her flimsy panties and traced a finger around her already wet pussy lips, earning a deep moan from his lover.

Kagome wrapped her tiny fingers in his flaming locks and crushed her mouth against his in a hungry, lust-hazed frenzy of teeth and tongues. Kagome bucked against Kurama’s fingers, trying to get the kitsune to reach that spot she so needed to be touched.

“Please, Kurama,” panted Kagome huskily, tearing her mouth away from him. “Kami, I need to feel you.” She began clumsily unbuckling his belt and working on the buttons and zipper keeping her from Kurama’s hardened cock. She paused for a moment and sucked in a breath when Kurama started circling and applying pressure to her throbbing clit. Kurama also started nibbling on her exposed neck, reveling in her throaty little outbursts.

Finally, the fox’s pants clattered to the floor, and Kagome began rubbing his pulsing manhood through the confines of his soft, blue boxers. Kurama groaned and pried her anxious hands away, then, hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and drug them down her long legs. He also took the opportunity to step out of his jeans.

The panties slid across the tiled floor, forgotten.

He stayed in a crouched position, draping her spread legs over his broad shoulders, and inhaling the aroma of her sweet, mouth-watering honey. Not wanting to wait another moment, he pushed her skirt clear up her waist and dove into her aching pussy. His talented tongue circled around her hooded nub as Kagome clenched her hands in his hair, pressing him further into her. Kagome’s head thrashed violently when Kurama decided to nip and suck on her clit. He was pleased when a fresh wave of juices poured from her core, which he greedily devoured, entering and withdrawing his long youkai tongue. Kurama stopped when he felt the insistent tugging of Kagome’s fingers.

He came face to face with his Kagome and plunged his tongue into her hot mouth. Kagome was invigorated by the taste of herself on his lips.

Kagome lifted up Kurama’s shirt, eager to feel more of his muscled physique against her thrumming body. He granted her silent request, divesting himself of the polo shirt. Kagome raked her nails up and down his hard chest while Kurama pushed up her top, sliding his hands underneath her bra and kneading her sensitive mounds. Kagome shoved down Kurama’s boxers roughly and grabbed his firm ass, bringing his stiff, long dick against her naked sex.

Harsh, needy moans and heated, sexy groans ricocheted off the kitchen walls, filling the room with a passionate song.

No more words needed to be exchanged as Kagome wrapped her fingers around Kurama’s cock, lining him up with her tight hole. Kurama wasted no time in thrusting forward, burying his dick to the hilt inside Kagome.

Time seemed stand still, bewitched by the fiery miko who once fell down a well and the former fox thief.

Kurama pressed his forehead against Kagome’s, and the two were unable to tear their eyes away from each other. Kurama retreated from her rippling core until only the tip his cock rested at her entrance. Clenching his teeth, the kitsune drove into Kagome again, pleased when her mouth opened in a silent scream. He began pounding into her hot, tight sheath at a rapid pace. Kagome’s nails were leaving reddened welts up and down Kurama’s strong back as she clung to him. Their hips met furiously again and again, the slapping of skin reverberating off the walls.

“Kura-ama. Kurama… KURAMA!” Kagome murmured then screamed against his thin lips on a particularly hard thrust. “Kami! C-can’t take muuuch more!”

She was pleasurably stunned when Kurama picked up the pace, slamming faster and delightfully harder into her sopping, squeezing insides. Kagome leaned her head forward and bit Kurama’s shoulder to keep from yelling in ecstasy. The lovebite triggered an immediate response from Kurama, sending shockwaves straight to his pummeling male member. Kurama held Kagome’s hips tightly to his as he shot a thick load of cum into her clenching, spasmodic channel.

Kagome’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she bit down a little harder on Kurama when she felt his warm, rushing seed coat her womb. Releasing her teeth from his tough skin, Kagome slumped bonelessly against the fox still buried deep inside her. Her breathing was ragged and her entire body was still shuddering at the sensations coursing through every nerve ending.

Kurama stood up straighter and wrapped Kagome’s legs around his hips. The movement initiated another orgasm to wrack Kagome’s petite frame. Kurama carried Kagome down the hall and to the bathroom, each step causing his already reanimated cock to hit that deep soft spot inside the miko. He came again, though not as powerful as before, as he set her down beside the sink. When his seed had emptied completely, Kurama dislodged his flaccid length from Kagome’s dripping depths. He proceeded to tenderly cleanse both her and himself with a washcloth; only then did he carefully remove her remaining garments.

Wordlessly, he lifted Kagome bridle-style and transported her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the plush, comfy Western-style bed. Kurama kissed her lips before disappearing for two or three or maybe ten minutes.

Kagome’s deliriously pleasured body and hazy mind faintly registered his light footsteps when he re-entered her room, dressed in his boxers and carrying their discarded clothing. She lazily opened her cerulean eyes and whispered,

“Do we really have to see Koenma today?”

Kurama chuckled lightly and answered as he crawled in behind Kagome, “Unfortunately we must; however he didn’t designate a specific time for our meeting. It happens to only be quarter after two, so you have time to… recover.”

“Give your ego a break, Kurama,” Kagome replied, snuggling back into Kurama’s bare chest. “Although, I must admit that you may have just fucked me stupid.”

“Why, Kagome-chan, I’m flattered,” exaggerated Kurama. “That was not my intention, I must say.”

“I know. What can I say? I bring out the beast, ne?” laughed Kagome, wiggling her bottom seductively against Kurama’s groin.

Growling softly and nipping at her ear in reprimand, Kurama scolded, “Do not test me, my lovely vixen. Or will I once again have to demonstrate how much I can satisfy?”

“Intolerable kitsune,” said Kagome quietly under her breath, though she was sure Kurama caught when she felt him smirk against her neck.

Kurama tightened his arms around his miko. “Rest. I’ll contact Yusuke and the others with an appropriate time to meet in the Rekai.”

“M’kay,” mumbled Kagome, as she drifted off to dreamland, feeling sated and complete.

Kurama waited about twenty minutes until Kagome’s breathing had completely evened out and slipped out of the room gracefully. He smirked when his little vixen pouted cutely in her sleep. Sauntering down the hall and into the living room, Kurama used his cell phone to call Yusuke. After a couple rings, the detective answered gruffly,

“Hey, man! You talk to Kagome?”

“Hai, Yusuke. She’s taking a nap. Perhaps we can schedule a later meeting time?” questioned Kurama.

“A nap? It’s like two-thirty… wait a minute! Kurama, you sly fox! You were hittin’ that, weren’t ya?” laughed Yusuke into the receiver. “Damn, she is hot!”

Kurama had just begun to growl at Yusuke’s crude comments when he heard an altercation brewing on the other end of the phone. ‘Looks like Keiko beat me to it.’

“Ouch! Shit, Keiko! I was just saying your cousin is hot! It ain’t like I’m trying to get with her,” yelled Yusuke.

“Yusuke no baka! How can you say that about Kago-chan? And right in front of me! Baka, baka…”

“Uh, listen, Kurama, I gotta go! Ningen females, well, you know I guess! We’ll go see the toddler around six, sound good?” asked Yusuke, trying to fend off Keiko’s slaps.

“Hai. Good luck with Keiko,” Kurama said, suppressing the urge to throttle Yusuke for his wandering eyes. ‘Serves the idiot right. Hopefully, he remembers to contact Hiei and Kuwabara.’

He returned to Kagome’s bedroom, not at all surprised to see his angel still in the exact same position as he left her. Kurama set the alarm on the bedside table for five o’clock, and once again, he climbed in behind the sleeping miko, who sighed contentedly and murmured, “’Rama-kun,” when the smiling kitsune youkai wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek softly.

A soft summer rain began to fall on Tokyo, the tiny water droplets pittering and pattering lightly against Kagome’s window.

‘Sleep well, my Kagome.’ Kurama, too, succumbed to the pull of slumber next to his precious miko.

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AN: I hope this short, WAFF-y, smexy, KurKag-packed chapter was to your liking!

I’ll be in New York City this upcoming week, so don’t expect a new chapter until at least Friday evening! I’ll definitely post it before Christmas as a gift to my readers.

Reviewers, you are too kind! Thank you for the praise and your generous comments.

Ja ne!
xoxo sammy_sakura