InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Little Adjustment to the Status Quo ❯ Sit, stay, roll over, beg! ( Chapter 3 )

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Kagome flipped Inuyasha over briskly and straddled him. "Now that we've got that sorted out--" Inuyasha surged up, growling. "Sit!" He thumped back down. "As I said, now that we've got that sorted out--"

 

"Bitch, you dare touch me, I'm gonna--"

 

"What?" Kagome smiled at him from her comfortable seat on his belly. "Viciously lie down at me?"

 

"You can't say 'sit' forever!"

 

"No, but I can say it for the next hour and a half, and that's all I'll need."

 

Inuyasha snarled under her. She was right. He was trapped. He felt a sickly fluttering in the pit of his stomach as he realized that no matter what he did, this was going to go very, very badly for him.

 

At his look of fear, Kagome's cocksure smile wavered. She stroked his cheek. "I'm not going to rape you," she murmured. "If you don't consent, I'm not going to do it to you. But you're going to do more than consent." She leaned so close that their bodies pressed together, her soft curves against his hard lines, with the rigid length of the strap-on digging into his belly. Her scent filled Inuyasha's senses. As she whispered, her lips tickled the tiny hairs of his ear. "You're going to beg."

 

Inuyasha shivered.

 

The tip of her tongue traced the edge of his ear.

 

Inuyasha began to relax. If she wasn't going to use the strap-on on him without his consent, then all he had to do was--not consent. He could not-consent for hours. His whole life had been a training in not-consenting. And until Kagome figured out that her efforts were futile, she would try to convince him with lips and tongue and--/ahh!/ Her hands slid into his kimono, palms hot against his skin. She would try to convince him with lips and tongue and /hands,/ hands were very good, must never forget the hands. She parted them, and his kimono drew open, the fabric gathering at her wrists as she stroked his chest. She straddled him a little wider to make room. The tails of his kimono pulled out of his hakama and whispered open, falling to either side. It had been several minutes since her tongue left Inuyasha's ear, but he barely noticed the loss. He was intent on following the path of Kagome's hands as they stroked up his chest, along the collarbones, down his sides to his waist, across his firm stomach, up his chest…

 

He made a beautiful picture in the moonlight: the fairness of his naked skin, the ivory of his under-kimono, the flood of silver hair, all of it a pool of delicately contrasted whitenesses laid against the darkness of the forest floor. He lay with his head tipped back and his eyes half-closed, panting softly as a flush spread across his face. Moving as slowly as a sleepwalker, he lifted his hands and placed them on Kagome's. His touch was light, just heavy enough to follow the motions of her hands.

 

Above him, Kagome chuckled. She watched him for several seconds, keeping up the entrancing motion, then leaned over, her black hair adding a new note to the composition, and swiped at Inuyasha's nipple with her tongue.

 

Inuyasha's eyes flew open.

 

A jolt of pleasure had run through him, strong enough to make his hands clench hers convulsively. Before he had time to absorb this new development, Kagome repeated it, tracing tiny circles around his nipple with her tongue. At the end of every circle, the tip of her tongue darted into the center of the circle, flicking his nipple. Every flick made him tremble. The bursts of erotic sensation were echoed in his cock, which came to full and desperate attention, untouched. He shifted to try to ease some of the pressure, and Kagome laughed against his skin, the tip of her tongue tickling his hardened nipple, and redoubled her attentions.

 

Inuyasha whimpered. It was a fantastically wrong feeling, as though his fingertips or his elbow had grown nerves it wasn't supposed to have. It was a queasy feeling, too, because only /women/ had sensitive nipples. Inuyasha pushed Kagome's shoulders gingerly. "Oi, sto--"

 

"Sit!"

 

The force of the universe smacked him prostrate, arms flung to the sides.

 

"Good boy," Kagome murmured. Inuyasha could see her pleased little smile even in the faint moonlight. She bowed her head and returned to her task. Waves of guilty pleasure washed over Inuyasha. He squirmed. When squirming didn't help any more, he dug his fingers into the forest floor, and when that didn't help any more, he carefully, so carefully, raised a hand out of Kagome's range of vision and--

 

"Sit!"

 

--sat. The back of his hand hit the forest floor uselessly. Inuyasha scowled as Kagome sat up.

 

"Hands above your head, Inuyasha. It's the only way I can trust you."

 

"Put 'em there yourself, bitch," Inuyasha growled. He hoped she wouldn't notice how pink his face was or how ragged his breathing had become.

 

"Either you hold them up yourself," Kagome said, "or I say--" Inuyasha flinched. She smiled. "--/the word/ every ten seconds for as long as I need you down. You pick."

 

Inuyasha glowered at her, reddening with humiliation. Slowly, reluctantly, he dragged his arms above his head. It was bad enough to be forced to lie still, almost unbearable to be made to participate in his own subjection; as he lifted his own defenses, he felt as though he were abandoning his body, ceding it to Kagome. More vulnerable than he had ever been, he laced his fingers together and waited for Kagome to do what she would.

 

 

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Can you believe that this was supposed to be a quick little story? One chapter of setup, one chapter of mind^H^H^H^Hforeplay, one chapter of blistering heat, with perhaps a little burp of an epilogue to clear up a problem I introduced in Chapter 1. *glances up at the intertwined characters*

 

…Oh, well.

 

One expects pacing problems in one's first smutfic, I suppose. And because this is my first smutfic, it's no doubt riddled with other problems as well. Please tell me what they are! Blunt, merciless concrit is a good and happy thing. Lack of blunt, merciless concrit makes people think that Inuyasha/Santa Claus mpreg fics are a good idea.

 

Please, save Santa Claus.

 

-- Orain

 

 

Note: Though I haven't yet made this clear in the story, "Status Quo" takes place three years after the start of the TV series, making Kagome 18 and Inuyasha 19/69/200+, depending on how you want to measure his age. They are therefore of legal age. We at Orainglaie Enterprises support the /ethical/ molestation of hanyou.

 

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