InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bound and Found ❯ Bound and Found ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: This is just something that I derived from some story on ff.net one day at my grandparents house because I was bored. So, I completely understand if you totally hate it, but still, please r&r!
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. He still belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. That doesn't mean that I don't want him, though(I mean that in more ways than just one. Shippou too, but for different reasons. I wonder if you can adopt an anime character...) One of the worlds many mysteries. Like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. I counted once... But now I forget.
He blinked drowsy, golden eyes open and stared dully at the ceiling. What happened? The last thing he remembered was confronting Kikyou in the forest. How had it come to pass that he was lying on this cot feeling light-headed and feeble? On top of that his whole body felt strained. The sun that filtered in through the open window burned his eyes so he shut them and let out a groan. One name returned to him and he suddenly had the irrepressible urge to get up. Kagome.
His eyes jerked open, wide in surprised when he realized that he couldn’t rise. He twisted on the mattress, craning his neck to view the source of resistance, squinting in the bright light to examine the pale cloth which twisted around his wrists and connected them through an intricate pattern of woodwork in the frame above his head. Black symbols in faded ink marred the pale cloth, and he knew instantly that he was looking at a powerful spell. The wooden frame spanned the length of the cot, and at the foot his ankles were spread wide and secured to the posts, holding his body taunt to the mattress. He stared at the bindings blankly, watching the muscles move under his skin fluidly as he twisted his wrists against the unyielding cloth. Confusion set in, strengthened by his lack of memory and for a moment he felt panicked at his predicament and jerked wildly against the bonds, causing the wooden frame to rock and creak. His strength was useless.
“Kagome!”
He wasn’t sure where the sudden outburst had come from, but he couldn’t keep from calling out for her. What had happened to her? “Kagome, where are you?”
Please be safe. He sighed deeply in frustration. He didn’t have time to waste on this; he had to go find her.
“Inuyasha.”
The sound of his name stilled him. He repeated, “Kagome, where are you?”
“Right here, Inuyasha.”
He strained to see her slender form as it leaned casually against the door frame, head tilted down and arms crossed over her sailor fuku, the dark cloth of her short skirt contrasting against a pale splash of thigh. He stared dully as she pushed off and padded toward his outstretched form. Her movements worried him; he had never seen her this way. She seemed confident, suggestive and somehow dangerous. And suddenly he felt embarrassed for her to see him vulnerable in this way.
It took all of his inner strength to remain still as she examined him, her eyes roving the length of his body. Something was definitely wrong. “Kagome, are you okay?”
“Mmm, never felt better,” she replied automatically as her fingers found the strips of cloth that held his hakama closed.His breath hitched in his throat as the strips fell loosely away, and she pulled his haori free, exposing the pale skin of his chest. He squirmed then, trying his best to ignore her actions as he continued, “Something strange is going on. Hurry and free me; it could be dangerous here.”
She looked at him then, seeming to register his words for the first time, a look of curiosity and amusement lighting her features. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your release.”
As she spoke, she ran her palm over his skin from his stomach up across his chest to grip his collarbone, digging her fingernails into the base of his neck. He struggled then, trying to break the wooden frame but found it an impossible task due to the influence of the spell's power. In response, she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips and leaning forward to press against his arms, forcing them against the mattress. Her long hair spilled forward tickling his bare skin as she rode his struggling body, and he found himself peering into her face now just inches from his own. His eyes widened as she closed the distance, forcing his lips to part as she pressed hers against them in bruising force. He yelped in surprise and pain, but it was muffled against her mouth, and he felt the warm wetness of her tongue as it invaded him, leaving him feeling helpless to her advances. He kissed her back, hard and passionate even as he knew he should restrain his actions. All of his repressed longing had surged forward at her touch, and he felt himself hard and straining against his pants.
Instantly, he regretted it. This wasn’t Kagome. She wouldn’t want this, him. Yet he found it impossible to control himself as she licked and sucked at his mouth, inviting impatient whimpers as he longed for her to stroke him.
“Don’t,” he breathed when what he really wanted to say was, “please.”
“I’ve been practicing,” was her only explanation.
He blinked at her with clouded, golden eyes, unable to focus on the meaning of her words and actions. “I don’t understand.”
She slid off of him slowly, content merely to brush her fingers through his bangs. “Kikyou-sama has been teaching me about my spiritual powers. I made these bindings just for you.” She flashed him a bright smile of white teeth."And it looks like she was teaching me very good, since you can't rip them." She added, running her hand up to his shoulder. He shivered. Not just because of the things she was saying and the way that she was saying them, but also because his shoulder was warm and her hands were freezing.
"What's the matter? Does my puppy not like the cold?" She questioned, leaning down to lick from his shoulder all the way to his ear. He shivered again. "Or does it just feel too good?" She questioned, emphasizing feel and good by squeezing his upper arm with her hand, cauzing his muscles to spasm.
"You see, Kikyou and I worked out a plan. I told her that you go running whenever you see her Shinidamachuu, and she said you'd come running if you thought I was in trouble. So that's what we did." She said. He looked up at her. She bent down until she was about an inch from his face. " And you fell right into our trap. Though, you do weigh a lot." She frowned, then continued. "I should stop letting you have ramen all the time." She said, smiling evilly. He didn't think it was worthy of his worry at the time, though. She stood back up.
She slid her hand across her chest, making herself shiver slightly. "Ooh! That is cold... Maybe you don't want it after all..." She said, getting a depressed look on her face.
“What the hell is going on?” Inuyasha finally interjected, feeling unnerved by her actions. Something was definitely wrong with Kagome. “Is this your idea of a joke?”
It wasn't exactly clear wheather or not he expected an answer, but she gave him one. She grasped the red tie between her breasts and tugged a little, purposefully (though he didn't know that) tugging her fuku down to expose more skin and a little bit of red cloth to him. Then she finally replied, "I don't know what you're talking about, InuYasha. Why would you think that I was joking?"
“You---" He started to say, but was cut off.
With eyes bleeding darkness, she leaned down and covered his lips with her own for a simple, chaste kiss, nothing like the one earlier.
The first sense that returned to Inuyasha was a mild recognition of the taste of metallic bitterness filling his mouth. He must have bitten his tongue.
She began to undress, revealing to him that the red cloth was her bra, part of a matching set, apparently, and that she looked absolutely delicious in it. Her stomach was flat, and her chest was larger than he had originally thought. It wasn't exactly easy to tell from that 'uni-form' she always wore. And when he had seen her bathing, he didn't look long enough to tell... That, or he was being thrown into the ground by those damned beads, and sometimes knocked unconcious by Sango. Her hips flared out from a tiny waist, something he had seen often on the nights that she kicked the covers off of herself in her sleep for various reasons.
When she went to take off her undergarments, he couldn't keep himself from watching, something that she giggled at, making him blush. She reached behind her, making him wonder what it was that she was doing until the 'bra' came loose. She peeled it away, dropping it beside her on the ground with the rest of her sheded clothing. She bent over and began peeling her other undergarment off and his eyes widened and his blush darkened about ten shades. He licked his lips.
When she stood up straight, he started panting. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and even though he didn't want to defile her in such a way while she was clearly not in the correct state of mind, he found that, once again, he couldn't make himself look away. She turned and walked to set her clothes, neatly folded, in the opposite corner of the room, at the same time giving him a full, good view of her ass. His hands twitched, trying once more to get them out of their bindings. He gave up, realizing that it was impossible to mess with them.
She was standing on the side of the mattress now, rouge lips parted in anticipation, dark eyes wild and frightening.“We were tired of waiting, InuYasha. So, we made the decision for you."
He looked up at her, afraid of the look on her face and what she might do to him.
“I think it's time to teach my puppy a lesson.” She nodded to herself, emphasizing the 'my' to prove that they had definantly made the decision.
He closed his eyes.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~Soon, Kagome's naked form that crawled on top of him, though honestly he could no longer tell what her plans were. Thick, dark locks spilled forward as she leaned over him on hands and knees between his open legs. He couldn’t get over the sight of her breasts, milky and full where they hung free in the cool morning air. He wanted to knead them with his hands, feel their soft texture against his palms and other things. He groaned, eyes involuntarily sliding shut as his back arched under her sudden touch. She ran her hand the entire length of him several times over the thick fabric of his pants before busying herself with the strings around his waist.
“Don’t do this.”
His protest sounded pathetic even to him by this point.
“You will surrender your body to me.”
She was sure, confident and perfectly in control. It drove his thoughts to that of a more sexual manner and added to his excitement at the same time silencing any further protest. And then he felt himself spill from the front of his pants as she peeled them away. He was straining almost painfully, but couldn’t bring himself to beg for her touch. If anything, he was stubborn. She was staring at him, drinking in the sight of him with those carnal, dark eyes, and he looked away shamefully.
He jerked when he felt cool fingers brush the soft skin of his tip and tried to bite back a whine(failing completely), fighting to control the reactions of his body.
“You’re hot to the touch.” Her voice was breathy as she spoke, and when he didn’t respond she added sensually, “Don’t pretend like you don’t want it.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but she took that moment to swallow him, and he choked.
She was slow and skillful, beginning with long deliberate strokes of her tongue before sucking every inch of his soft skin, teasing his tip with light flicks before engulfing him completely, carefully working her mouth down the length of him. Had he been thinking at all, he would have wondered where she learned such techniques. Instead he was drowning in the sensation of it all.
No sooner had she wet him than she was straddling his hips, carefully guiding the length of him as she lowered herself slowly. He cried out as she suddenly forced him inside of her, but was cut off abruptly by her lips smothering his own. He tried to pull away but her slender fingers dug into his cheeks, holding his chin in place. He could have broken her hold but relented at her insistence, instead opening himself to her kiss at the scent of her excitement. She slid down to his hilt and rocked her hips experimentally, causing his body to involuntarily buck against her, while simultaneously the kiss deepened. He felt trapped in every way, embarrassed at how the thought of it made him burn hotter. Finally the kiss was broken, and he found himself staring into dark-chocolate brown eyes.
“Is this what you really want, Kagome?”
“I want you.” He shuddered at her words and intense gaze, added to the brush of her fingertips where she circled his left nipple playfully. She leaned closer to him as she thrusted and added, “I want you to pleasure me, Inuyasha.”
Subconsciously his hands jerked against their bindings at her words and he felt a look of confusion cross his face.
“How–”
A moan ripped from his chest as she began sliding on and off of him, her speed increasing quickly. She reached above his head and tried to focus on untieing the bindings. As soon as they were untied, he reached for her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. At this proximity and time, her scent was intoxicating.
“If you come before I do, you’ll be in trouble,” she announced, leaning forward to pinch his nipple(again) pointedly.He moaned his acknowledgment, and she picked up her pace once again after having to slow slightly when ripping his bindings off. It was nearly impossible to use self-control, but he found himself working harder and harder to elicit Kagome’s pleased whines, both with his hips and with his hands, and sometimes even his mouth. The scent and taste of her drove him wild as her thighs trembled and she panted his name with each thrust of their hips and each nibble of his teeth.
She pulled his head up from her neck to her mouth for yet another fiery-passionate kiss. Kagome cried out loudly as she clenched around him, and it was then that Inuyasha felt himself empty into her uncontrollably as his teeth closed around her jugular, making sure to pierce the skin around it, yet not it.They lay there for a few more moments before she pulled herself off of him and turned to untie his feet. As soon as they were free, he scrunched his legs up and spread them back out again, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back on top of him. She cuddled up on top of him on her own as he licked her neck, muttering, "You're my bitch, mine, Kouga can just go fuck himself, because you are my bitch. Oh, yeah! I don't want to see you talking to that 'Homo' guy again, or letting Shippou crawl all over you, or letting Mir..." He went on, cut off (once again) by Kagome kissing him aggressively. After about a minute, she pulled away.
"Are you happy now? Yes, I'm your bitch, even though I don't like being called a bitch." She said, exasperated. "Why? I'm an inu youkai. Why wouldn't I call you my bitch?" He asked, confused. "Oh. I never thought of that. Nevermind, then." She said, smiling and snuggling into him as they both fell asleep.