InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking the Stalemate ❯ I'm begging you to beg me ( Chapter 4 )

IV. I'm Begging You to Beg Me

 

When they rejoin the group, Kagome notices that Miroku is grinning from ear to ear, while Inuyasha won't meet anybody's eye. She briefly wonders what they've been up to, then returns to the question that's been torturing her all afternoon—how can she lose these people and find a quiet place to get herself off?

 

The answer comes when they camp for the evening, and she quickly volunteers to collect firewood. They're in a hilly, wooded region punctuated by small copses dotted with fragrant wildflowers. Slipping and scrambling in her hurry, she makes her way to a dip in the landscape far above their campsite; invisible from below, but open to the late afternoon sun and wheeling hawks above. She slides to the ground and the sun-warmed grasses enfold her like a blanket, cushioning her fall.

 

Without conscious prompting, her left hand moves under her blouse to tweak her aching nipples while the right pushes her skirt over her hips. The sun is hot on the tops of her thighs, and she closes her eyes, the better to imagine a strong, clawed hand on her groin as she pulls her panties to one side for easier access…

 

…and feels a shadow over her face. Accompanied, dear gods, by a voice that causes her to nearly faint with embarrassment.

 

“Ka…Kagome?” He speaks softly, as though holding himself back, and she can sense his utter confusion.

 

A jet of anger shoots through her, though she still lacks the guts to look at him. Stupid fucking Inuyasha, does he think he's the only one with frustrations to work off? It's not like she can even go around smacking people with that long, hard sword….

 

It's no use; she's busted, and the shame of it overwhelms her. Her body curls into a protective knot as tears burst from her closed eyelids. She's praying for an earthquake, a rockslide—anything, no matter how painful, to shield her from his questioning eyes.

 

“Kagome. It's okay.” The voice is warm and soft, a rumble in his chest. Slow, tender fingers wipe her tears away before coming to rest on her temples.

 

Almost imperceptibly, she begins to relax. ”Inu…yasha?”

 

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Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up…. The words race through his mind like salmon tumbling upstream, and he hangs onto them with the last shreds of his sanity. He's faced death in a hundred ways, but can't ever remember his senses being as overloaded as this. The scent of her, hot and ripe and tantalizing, mixed with the crushed grass and sun-warmed earth…the full breasts spilling out of her lacy bra, fabric pulled awry across her chest…the graceful hand pulling her panties aside, fingers already tipped with the glistening liquid of her arousal….

 

She's ready for you, his youkai (or is it hentai?) brain whispers. She wants you. Take her, now! He lets out a low moan. No. She's embarrassed, and she's scared. She's… “Kagome. It's okay.” Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up….

 

His heart stops as she finally opens her eyes. “I'm sorry,” she whispers.

 

In spite of himself, he smiles. ”For what? Baka.”

 

She actually smiles back, and he feels like he's been saved. “This is so—embarrassing.”

 

“Keh.” His fingers move from her temples to her glossy, black hair, wondering at the way it springs under his touch. “Speak for yourself. This is the best thing I've seen in a long time.” He says it casually, but it hangs in the air between them and her eyes widen. Shit! Did I go too far? His ears perk and swivel, looking for clues.

 

Suddenly her arms snake around his neck, throwing him off-balance. Before he can steady himself, she pulls him down into a crushing kiss.

 

“Inuyasha….” She's kissing every part of him she can reach, whispering into his skin, and it's like being repeatedly hit by lightning—burning paths of pleasure trailing along his face and down his jaw line. “Inuyasha, please…don't make me wait any more.”

 

Words fail him, but luckily, nature takes over. He growls deep in his chest, equal measures of triumph and anticipation, and feels his fangs lengthening as he captures her mouth, forcing it open so he can ravish it with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands are roaming her body possessively, covering every inch of her with his scent as he memorizes the terrain, from her flat belly to the soft curves of her waist and even softer breasts, topped by swollen pink nipples. Here he stops, kneading them between thumb and forefinger, careful not to scratch with his claws, and she moans into his mouth as she arches her back against his hands. She is beyond beautiful, lying open and eager for his touch in the late afternoon sun, and he thinks he will go mad from the sheer, desperate pleasure of possessing her at last.

 

For her part, Kagome can't stop saying his name—crying it, moaning it, breathing it. She molds herself against his length, fingers fumbling as she helps him remove his clothes, and some part of her stunned brain whispers, This is really going to happen. Then all words are gone, and she's lost in the wonder of the body she's dreamed about for so long: smooth, golden skin punctuated by faded scars and tufts of snowy hair, ridged with muscle in all the right places. She scoots down under him to flick her tongue over his nipples, feeling his erection pressing into her stomach and wondering, briefly, how this monstrous length will fit into a space that feels tight even against her fingers. She dismisses the thought: she trusts him, everything will be fine when the time comes. After all, she would endure torture and slow death to make him happy, and this is bound to be better than that.

 

Meanwhile, she can't get enough of him, and she knows the feeling is mutual. She wishes she could swallow him whole, absorb him into her body and never let him go. He's hurting her a little bit now, scraping his fangs against her skin as he nibbles a fiery path down her neck to her breasts, and she just winds her fists into his flowing hair, urging him to do it harder. He's right there with her, suckling her nipples while his hands flow down between her legs, one above her body and one beneath. Briefly he squeezes her buttocks, kneading the hot flesh before he brings the two hands together, one hovering over her swollen, hooded clit while the other explores the entrance beneath. She gasps, and he looks up long enough to smile into her eyes as he sinks one, then two and three fingers into her velvet heat, knuckle first so they won't slice into her, while his other hand teases her clit. Time telescopes, tremors of pleasure building and releasing, until she begs, “Please, yes, now!” as her body tenses, contracts, and then breaks against him like ocean waves smashing against the rocks, pounding and dissolving at the same time.

 

Hearing her scream—making her scream—affects Inuyasha more than he would have believed possible. She is his now, his woman, his bitch, and he cannot wait to claim her completely. As she strains against him, he licks the warm pulse at the junction of her neck and shoulder, totally focused on the pulsing desire in her blood. Soon his blood-lust aligns with hers, raging through his body and into his cock, as red slashes waver across his face.

 

Gently he spreads her legs, bending her knees and bringing them up to rest against his chest. He's working purely on instinct; he feels a deep urge to take her from behind, but wants even more to see her lovely face as he slides into her for the first time. “Kagome?” he says softly, growling her name from deep in his throat. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

 

To his surprise, she giggles. He follows her glance down the length of their slick, sweaty bodies; she is under him, open to him, with the scent of her arousal overwhelming the flowers crushed against her back. “Inuyasha, exactly what do I have to do to convince you I want you? Do I need to beg?”

 

He laughs. ”Oi, wench! Just checking. But now that you mention it, I like the sound of that.”

 

“That?” She furrows her brow.

 

“Begging.” He lifts himself slightly away from her, smirking at the way she arches her back to reach him. “Let's hear it.”

 

“As if—ohh.“ She stops talking as he grinds his erection against her pelvis, teasing her sensitive nub with the tip. Not breaking eye contact, he flicks a claw across each of her nipples in turn until she gasps, “You…impossible…prick.”

 

“Not impossible. Very possible,” he whispers, pushing just a little further in. She's trying to trap him, but he slides to one side before she can draw him past the point of no return. He nuzzles her ear, then breathes the words so low she can barely hear them. ”Now, koibito. Beg.”

 

She resists for about ten seconds before folding like a house of cards. “Inuyasha,” she moans, moving her hips in slow, sensuous circles that almost drive him over the edge, “Take me. Fill me. Make me yours.”

 

“You are mine. Now and always,” he growls in that same intense voice, and she knows it's as final as any blood pact. Rubbing his shaft over her slick entrance, he lets her set the pace as he slides gently inside. The pain is worse than she'd imagined, and the obstruction, when they reach it, feels more solid. “Relax,” he whispers. She breathes deeply, slowly, and he matches her breath for breath, each inhalation bringing him a little deeper.

 

They speak at the same moment: He says “Tell me when” while she whispers “Now.” He doesn't have to be asked twice, and slams through her barrier in one savage thrust. She winces and tears spring to her eyes, but he kisses them away. And then they're moving together, and the pain coalesces with a pleasure more profound than any she's experienced.

 

The urge to pound into her with all his strength is maddening, but Inuyasha sees fear in her eyes and controls it while she stretches to accommodate him. After a few, gentle thrusts, he feels her legs sliding down from his chest to wrap around his waist. He pauses to wait for her next move, and she looks up at him with a smile so dazzling, he nearly loses his balance again.

 

“I love—“ he starts to say, but she puts a hand over his mouth.

 

”I know,” she says. There will be time for that, all the time in the world, but what she wants right now is pleasure. She squeezes her legs more tightly, running her hands along the length of his back until they come to rest on his butt. ”So, great powerful dog demon, is this all you've got?”

 

“Are you—wench!” He bares his fangs as she pinches him, hard, and slams into her for the first time with his full strength.

 

Her head rolls back, eyes widening, as she moans, “Ahh, better….”

 

Is she teasing me? Game time's over, you bitch! He pulls out, savoring her look of sudden loss, before flipping her over onto all fours. “If you're going to mess with dog demons,” he growls, “You deserve what you get.” She's not frightened; in fact, she looks back at him over her shoulder, never losing eye contact, and deliberately spreads herself wider. The pain is a fading memory, and she wants—needs—to take all of him as far inside her as he'll go.

 

The sight of her submitting to him completely destroys his self-control, and he rams into her as fast and hard as he can, savoring the sensation of tight heat giving way before him. He's arched over her back, biting her shoulder as his hands move around to pull at her nipples before sliding down to her clit. He pinches, none too gently, and she screams his name as she bucks against his slamming hips, feeling the coiling heat in her pelvis expand and explode. As she finishes, he grips her hips in both hands and finds his own release, pushing so deeply inside her that the boundaries between them waver and dissolve.

 

And then he slumps over her as she collapses onto the grass, and there's silence except for panting, gasping breath and the beating of their hearts. He waits until their heartbeats begin to slow before gently rolling her onto her side and wrapping his arms around her from behind. He is still lodged deeply inside her, and she squeezes her pelvic muscles to keep him there as long as possible. If she had her way, she'd never let him go.

 

When she speaks, her voice is calm and almost—spiritual. ”That was incredible. Inuyasha, I love—“

 

Quickly he covers her mouth with his hand. ”I know.”

 

-The End-

 

A/N: Oh, that was fun! Please comment—I look forward to hearing from you.