InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Grudging Loss ❯ In the Bedroom ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11: In the Bedroom

 

The rating for this story has now changed to `M' for Mature Content.
Citrus alert for this chapter. Do not read if you are underage.

 

A big round of thanks goes to my betas blackdeathmessenger and Theleb Karna. Both of them asked for a more extensive chapter than what I had originally wrote. I hope you enjoy it!

 

 

Kagome's lithe nude body was underneath his. Her long ebony locks were spread out around her head and spilled onto the white sheets. She looked at him dreamily and his long black hair cascaded down his shoulders, drifting onto her body and her breasts. His fingers played against her lips tracing an `O' shape before she opened her mouth to let him kiss her deeply. Then his lips moved further down to capture one breast and then another in his mouth. As he suckled on her he leaned on one shoulder and brought another hand to the junction of her legs. Her face blushed and she gasped as he touched her. His fingers brushed up against her core and felt warm wetness. He stroked her briefly to make sure that she was ready before he moved his hardness to the tip of her entrance. She gave him a look of complete trust and love as he maneuvered to push himself into her.

 

For some reason he wasn't wearing a condom and he loved the way she felt against him. The intimate joining of his flesh with her wet, warm velvety insides was almost as addicting as her scent. Her body arched and her face contorted in pleasure as he moved in and out of her. It was almost perfect. He frowned. He couldn't smell her scent. He wanted to smell her while he made love to her. Without her scent it was like looking at a colorful artistic masterpiece in black and white. There was simply too much missing that kept you from fully enjoying the beauty before you.

 

He smiled as he pulled out of her briefly and then pulled her body up by putting an arm under her back to turn her over. He wanted to enter her from behind. The dog in him wanted it and perhaps the position could help him fulfill his desires. He placed her on all fours before him and ran kisses down her back. Then when he was sure that she wasn't going to look back at him, he took his ring off and electricity jolted through him. He felt his heart beat faster and he couldn't help but to breathe her in deeply. He loved the scents of cherry blossoms and jasmine that permeated the air and the added layer of a musky scent that let him know she was aroused. Her lovely scent was all around him and her juices were in full bloom on his own skin.

 

He neared her entrance from behind and with a cry of pleasure plunged in deeply. Electricity filled the air and he felt intoxicated. No drug and no amount of alcohol could measure to the immense feeling of pure bliss that enveloped him. Somehow her scent was what drove him on as it wrapped around him, coaxing him, chiding him, playing with him and bringing him to the brink. He moved to lean on her back so that his knuckles could rub her nub while he stroked her from behind. “Come for me,” he murmured as he did his best to keep his clawed fingers from prickling her skin. His silver hair tumbled down her back and curtained her sides. His tongue found the dip between the dimples of her ass and her spine. He slowly licked up her spine as he throbbed within her. Her enticing scent clung even deeper to her sweat and he couldn't help but to draw it into himself. He moaned as he lipped and lapped her salty essence that clung to her body. “Ka-go-me…,” he stuttered in abandon as his lips kissed her spine and he plunged in and out of her.

 

She gasped in pleasure, “Ash!” she screamed. Her words echoed against his mind and he couldn't help but to think how wrong her words were and what she should have been saying instead. He felt like a jilted lover who had been wrongly accused in the heat of passion. Somehow he felt the need to slam forcefully into her again and again to make up for her lapse in memory for the wrong name that she had cried in pleasure. She couldn't have known that the name she had cried in ecstasy was a wrong as his deception.

 

Soon he couldn't stop the steady buildup of energy that was expanding inside of him and was dying for release. Her warm scent called out to him too deeply for him to hold off any longer. He rammed himself into her a few more times, his balls slapping against her warm and firm ass. As he came, he howled in a cry that seemed to emanate from his very soul—as if his very being had been ripped from him, torn in two, then healed and placed perfectly back in place. He felt so broken, yet so whole as waves of pleasure engulfed him and his paralyzed body refused to respond to the sudden overload of his senses. “God! Kagome!” he screamed.

 

His body spasmed with the aftereffects of his orgasm as he noticed Kagome turning to look at his silver hair that was draped over her sides. “Ash?” she questioned. He tried to move, but he felt paralyzed as his spent body froze. He could only watch in horror as he saw her slowly turn around to look at him. Her face that had once held pleasure and trust, now contorted into confusion and horror. Suddenly his own heart lurched deeply within him and twisted in pain.

 

She pulled her body away from him and covered her breasts as she twisted to look at him. “What?” she stammered. “Who? Oh God!” She stared at him in absolute misery and hurt. “You're…”

 

He picked up on the scent of her fear and could even hear her heart that spasmed within her chest. His own heart mimicked hers as it started to beat wildly in fear--thumping deep in his breast. He tried to grab his ring off the bedsheets and put it back on again to let her know it was really him and that it had always been him. “I'm Ash. I'm Inuyasha. Please Kagome, don't be angry…”

 

“Angry? Angry?” she yelled as she jerked her clothes back on. “Was this all some sort of game to you?!”

 

He tried to explain as he stuttered assurances and pleaded with her. But the look of horror and betrayal on her face remained. Her pain became his as he reached for her. He only needed to hold her and to touch her. He needed to calm her and to keep her. But she shrank from his touch and hot, salty tears cascaded down both sides of her cheeks—burning red rivulets in their wake. She ran away from him in terror and bounded out his bedroom.

 

“No, Kagome,” he moaned as she disappeared from his field of vision. “Kagome!”

 

A large pillow hit him in the face and he turned around startled. “Shut Up!” yelled Koga. “I'm trying to sleep! Jack off in the bathroom!”

 

Inuyasha removed Koga's pillow from his face as he stared at the ceiling. He was laying in his bed in his room--his heart thundering loudly. His hand was gripping his cock and warm cum was all over his hands, his lower body and his twisted sheets. “I was dreaming?” he murmured. His heart was still pounding and his body was drenched in sweat.

 

“Yeah, a wet dream. Now shut up!” yelled Koga as he pulled a pillow over his head and turned to sleep on his stomach.

 

“It wasn't real, it wasn't real,” he kept on saying again and again to himself. His heartbeat stopped its' wild thumping and with heaving breaths his heart started to beat again normally. `Then why can I still smell her?' he thought. Her scent was still in his room. He breathed in deeply again, jasmine and cherry blossoms assaulted his senses. `But where is she?' He turned to look at his pillow and his sweatshirt that he had placed on top of it while he slept.

 

`What an idiot I am,' he thought as he picked up the sweatshirt that Kagome had worn last night. Her sweat and scent was all over the jersey fabric. The last time he had slept with a scented object was after his mother had died. He had raided her bedroom searching for anything that had her scent on it. He slept with her old jackets and scarves for well over a year before her scent had completely faded from anything he could find. Somehow her scent made his separation from her less painful. He hadn't slept with a scented object for comfort since he was a child. Why had he felt the need to sleep with something that had Kagome's scent on it?

 

He brought the sweatshirt Kagome had worn up to his nose and breathed in deeply. Her scent enticed him and his mind drifted off to his dream of her. Her intoxicating scent enveloping him, entering her from behind, letting himself slap against her ass and letting loose in pleasure as her insides caressed him intimately. It was so real, but he came to the painful realization that it was something he couldn't do with Kagome. He couldn't take her to bed until she knew who he really was.

 

A few weeks ago he wouldn't have hesitated to get her into bed, in whatever guise he had available. He had told himself he just wanted a quick fuck—that he wanted to humiliate her and that he was going to grab her panties as a prize. Women had never been anything other than a quick romp to him. He had been so angry over how women had ignored him for being a half-demon, but then threw themselves at him once he became a celebrated college sports player. He had always felt that they deserved the callous behavior he showed them in the bedroom. He would often fuck them and forget them. But when he thought about treating Kagome like he had treated the other women he had taken to bed, all of the sudden the thought just sickened him.

 

His hands fisted in his sheets as he stared at the dark ceiling of his room. He really wanted her, all of her. He certainly didn't know for how much longer he could keep his hands away from her. Her scent was just too perfect for him to keep away too long—her body too luscious to not be touched. Yes, he wanted to make love to her in wild abandon. But for the first time he felt a need to keep her, to cradle her within his arms, to protect her from whatever forces were out there that might harm her.

 

But how could he do this? She didn't even know who he really was. Plans made their way through his fevered brain as he continued to stare blankly at the ceiling. Maybe Ash could go away on an internship, maybe as far away as overseas? Maybe he could then be himself around Kagome and offer her his solace as Ash was gone? He groaned briefly. Myoga wouldn't hear of it. He was now trapped in his role of spying on Kagome every week during her practice. There was no way that Ash could leave her life until the end of the sports season. Until then perhaps he could weave his way into her life as Inuyasha? She did have a crush on him didn't she? It couldn't be too hard to get her to fall for him, right? All of the other girls swooned over him if he showed them the slightest hint of attention. For once things seemed right again in his world. All he needed to do is turn on the charm and she would be putty in his hands as Inuyasha. She'd never know what hit her? Right?

 

He groaned as he got out of bed to get a towel to clean up the wet, sticky mess that was all over him. “Kagome…,” he muttered again as he walked to the bathroom.

 

Author's Notes:

My laptop of four years just bit the dust. I guess it's not a smart idea to have your laptop running while you run upstairs and drop it. My poor iBook! Luckily I had a backup copy of this story or it would have taken a lot longer for this chapter to be out. The next few chapters might take a little longer than normal until I get another laptop or get my old one repaired. Sob sob!

 

Next Chapter: Kagome sees Inuyasha for the first time since the competition (or so she thinks)…

 

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