InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cerulean Skies ❯ Spite and Obligations ( Chapter 17 )

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Chapter 17

 

Spite and Obligations

 

 

 

(WARNING: HET LEMON. Turn back now if you just can't handle it! However, you will be rewarded with a very nice BDSM Yaoi lemonin the next chapter, `Bound For Pleasure'. Hope you like pain. Hehehehe, Please thank Hellfyrre for helping me out with this chapter. Looking back over these things gives me a headache because they are so bad. I can only spend so much time. Hope you like it! )

 

 

 

Kouga entered the den heading toward Ayame's quarters. Attempting to choose the correct direction, he stopped just outside sniffing the air.

 

`Where is she?' he thought, finding her scent too slight to be where he expected.

 

Sniffing around, he picked up her trail and followed it to the well lit cavern housing an underground hot spring. She had already transformed, but her naked body showed the pink scars that would disappear within the next few hours. Without announcing his presence, he watched from the entrance. His eyes were drawn to her ample breasts when they fell forward as she attempted to keep her balance while climbing over the rocks. The rosy, pinked tips hung like droplets of water from the two soft, white swells of flesh. Long, auburn hair fell over her pale shoulders and flowed down her back, having been loosened from its ponytails. Well-toned buttocks were bared to him as she stooped down and slid waist deep into the water.

 

Kouga continued to watch, his curiosity getting the best of him. He had never seen such a beauty in all her naked glory. She was lithe and pale, her slim figure glowing in the flickering light. A slight twinge in his groin warned Kouga that perhaps he should leave, but he had a mission to carry out and now was as good a time as any. Especially since she was having the desired effect where he needed it most.

 

`I know I'm supposed to do this. But…I'll enjoy it and that just seems so wrong. What about Sesshoumaru? I love him. Even if I am pissed at him.'

 

Ayame dipped beneath the surface of the pool, coming up covered in streams of water that glistened under the torchlight. Her rosy nipples hardened at the change in temperature and Kouga found himself wanting to warm them with his mouth. Lust, pure, unbridled lust was taking him over while she ran her hands over her body in slow sensuous caresses.

 

“I know you're there, Kouga. I can smell your arousal.”

 

Kouga nearly jumped at her words.

 

“I can help you,” she murmured, turning to gaze at him with triumph in her eyes.

 

`She knew I was here and she teased me! The conniving wench! But it only makes my job easier. Humph! Screw Sesshoumaru!'

 

Ayame's eyes roamed over Kouga's bronzed, muscular body while he casually sauntered toward her, dropping one garment at a time until he stood stark naked, his eyes darkened with lustful intent. Her gaze settled on his erect manhood. Knowing he was about to fulfill his duty to her, she smiled up at him in triumph. It was a boon to her confidence that this powerful prince found her sexually alluring.

 

Kouga slid down into the water without hesitation and didn't fail to notice that Ayame had begun to breathe a bit faster. He smirked to himself. She would remember this. He would make sure of that. No, he wasn't going to take out his anger on her by being rough. Just to spite Sesshoumaru, Ayame would experience what his gentle, loving touches could do. Just thinking of all the things he could do to her made his cock ache with anticipation.

 

How cold and calculating. Sesshoumaru would have been proud.

 

Boring his gaze into her deep emerald eyes, Kouga cupped her face and ran his fingers over her ears sending a quiver through her body.

 

`This is going to be so easy,' he thought to himself as he leaned in and closed his eyes, brushing his lips feather soft against hers.

 

`What is happening?' thought Ayame as Kouga settled his lips on hers. She couldn't believe it. He wasn't going to just take her to do his duty? He was actually going to make love to her?

 

Heat gradually rose throughout her body while his tongue delicately traced the line of her lips. And still, he continued to cup her face in the palms of his hands. She never thought it could feel like this, never imagined that she could win his favor. Not after he made he clear that he resented her, maybe even hated her for what she'd done.

 

`Is this a new game? Please don't let it be,' she begged any power that would hear her.

 

She moaned in sweet surrender as Kouga's hands slid from her face, his fingers trailing down her neck and behind her back, pulling her flush against him. His mouth, with nips and forceful pressure, demanded that she open to him.

 

She held back nothing. It didn't matter that it might be a new game. She wanted him and would have him. Again, Kouga surprised her. Instead of plumbing her depths, he gently stroked her tongue with his, allowing her to decide just how far she wanted him to go. Tentatively, she sucked on his tongue, drawing him further into her mouth, inviting him to take more liberties as she felt her body swell with wanton desire.

 

`Sesshoumaru was right. I don't have to be in love with Ayame to have sex with her. I can't believe she can turn me on like this,' thought Kouga as he gave just enough space between their bodies to slide his hands around to cup her breasts, tracing the underside of the soft globes of flesh with his thumbs.

 

The hitch in Ayame's breath was enough to spur Kouga on. Her nipples were hard beneath his fingers. The flush of heat was rising to his cheeks as he took the nipples between his thumbs, his forefingers lightly pinching and twisting. A moan tickled his lips and it was too much. He drew away from the kiss and skimmed his lips and tongue down her neck, pleased that she leaned her head to the side giving him better access. He quickly made his way to his goal and pulled her left nipple between his lips, tugging at it.

 

“Kouga!” she gasped, fisting her hands in his hair.

 

Deciding to tease her, he pulled away and looked up, only to see her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

 

“Do you want me to stop?” He put as much sincerity in his voice as possible, knowing that she might hate him for this later.

 

“Gods, no,” Ayame panted. “Please don't stop.”

 

Kouga smirked and went back to his task, though that wasn't quite the word for it. He was rather enjoying himself. Her skin was soft, smooth, and pliable to the touch and she tasted of clean spring water. He licked the water from around her breasts, his eyes closed as he savored the delicate skin. One hand traced down her belly sneaking its way beneath the water.

 

Ayame stiffened as her most intimate area was caressed. Above the waist was not so bad, wonderful in fact. But below the waist was a bit disconcerting. He was being gentle and not rushing her, but no one had ever touched her like this. And, never `there'.

 

Realizing that Ayame was stiffening under his touch, Kouga sucked her right nipple into his mouth, teasing it for all he was worth. Tugging hard and stretching her breast outward with his mouth, Kouga teased with his tongue the skin that seemed so fragile.

 

He was quite pleased with himself when her body relaxed and she gave into him with a loud moan. Her simple response to his touch heated his desire to take her. And take her he would…eventually. He let his fingers explore the warmth between her thighs. Despite the water, he could feel the thicker, slick wetness dripping from her. Carefully easing away from her breast, he rose to take her in a searing kiss, feeling her quick breaths against his cheeks.

 

While Kouga's right hand was busy skating between Ayame's most intimate folds, he lifted his left hand to slide up the nape of her neck and into her hair. The kiss became gentler as his thumb traced the side of her neck and shell of her ear. He could hear her heart thumping against her chest and feel the rise and fall of it.

 

`She is so responsive. She's been so mistreated that I never would have thought she would give in without a fight,' Kouga mused.

 

`I can't believe this,' was all her muddled mind could manage as her skin became more sensitive to his touch.

 

Kouga slid his hand from between her thighs, wrapping his arm around the small of her back. He crushed her to him as he plumbed the depths of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air.

 

“Kouga,” mumbled Ayame as her vision blurred with the intensity of the desire that Kouga lit inside the depths of her being.

 

“Eep!” she exclaimed, feeling herself swept up from the water.

 

Kouga chuckled.

 

“You could have warned me, you stupid baka,” admonished a very startled Ayame.

 

“What would have been the fun in that?” joked Kouga as he carried her to the bank. “Get dressed. I want to take this someplace more…private…and comfortable,” he said gazing down at her with so much dark promise that her knees nearly gave way.

 

Ayame threw her clothes on, not paying attention to how disheveled she appeared. Kouga grinned at her anticipation as he grabbed her around her waist and thighs and hoisted her over his shoulder.

 

“Oomph! Hey! I can walk,” protested Ayame to his gorgeous tight ass.

 

“So. You're my lupa and I'm going to carry you.” Kouga sauntered out of the cove, smacking her ass.

 

“Oooh, you'll pay for that!”

 

Smirks and catcalls followed them to his chambers. Kouga returned them all with a cocky smirk.

 

“I'll get you for this,” growled Ayame as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. But she didn't fight him. `If this is what I have to do to get what I want, then so be it. But it doesn't mean I can't do something about it.'

 

Ayame's hand wandered down the fur of his wrap and made its way to the hem. Much to Kouga's surprise, it didn't stop there. He nearly tripped when one delicate little hand came to rest on the inside of his thigh. All the oxygen in his lungs took flight when that hand squeezed the muscle of his leg then began making its way northward.

 

`Holy Shit!' Kouga took off at a dead run for his chambers. If only he could've seen the look of smug satisfaction on Ayame's face.

 

Kouga laid her on a blanket of furs, giving her no time to really consider what to do next. His muscular body landed on top of her while he took her in a searing kiss, all thoughts of Sesshoumaru forgotten.

 

`She is so soft, yet so strong,' he thought as his right hand cupped her left breast. `I will show her my appreciation for her loyalty.'

 

The kiss became tender, his tongue lightly stroking hers, occasionally nibbling at her bottom lip and she gave as good as she got. He could feel her breathing becoming frantic and drew away to give her a chance for recovery. He gazed into glazed over emerald eyes. The sight of her pale cheeks, flushed with blood, drove him on.

 

Feather light kisses dusted her cheeks before he made his way to her right ear. Running his lips and tongue along the shell then tugging at the lobe with his teeth, his tongue teased the delicate skin. Small, mewling sounds escaping Ayame's lips shot heat through his body stiffening his already half aroused manhood. Rocking between her thighs was reciprocated by her legs wrapping around his waist.

 

“Ayame,” he murmured against her neck as he trailed open-mouth, wet kisses down her neck, soaking up the feel of her skin against his lips.

 

She gasped as he came to that large pulsing vein and nipped at it. “You…you can't, Kouga,” she groaned, even though it was what she wanted most in the world.

 

“I know. I know,” he whispered, scraping his fangs down to her collar bone.

 

His tongue paused at the small concave in her throat before heading straight down through her cleavage, dragging a moan from her deep within her chest and prompting her hips to jerk up into him.

 

“Off,” he demanded, pulling at her bodice.

 

She wasted no time obeying her wolf prince. But she didn't stop there and he joined her, laying on the furs, skin to skin, no barriers. Taking his time, he teased her rosy nipples with his mouth while his hands cupped them, massaging and squeezing. His hot wet tongue flicked the hardened buds as his lips tightened around them, suckling, tugging and pulling them, almost painfully, but not quite. His claws dragged down her ribcage and she deliciously writhed beneath him.

 

“Please…” Ayame wasn't sure what she wanted him to do, but her body wanted, hurt with the pain of so much desire.

 

He didn't answer verbally, but he did slide down her body and lower his face between her inner thighs.

 

“What are you doing!?” she asked placing her hands over her most intimate of places.

 

“Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you,” he said, pulling her hands away, trapping them against the furs.

 

“But…it's embarrassing,” she complained.

 

“There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're beautiful. Besides, you need to get used to it because this is what I want and you will like it too. You said `please' didn't you? I can make it all better.” He turned a dark, heated gaze up to her face and she found that she couldn't refuse.

 

Ayame nodded and tried to relax into his touch, pulling her hands from his and covering her face so she wouldn't have to watch.

 

`I can't believe he's going to look at me. No one has ever done that.'

 

“Ah!” she squealed in surprise, quickly trying to wriggle away from him when his tongue met the outer folds between her thighs.

 

Kouga looked up to wide scared eyes. He trapped her hips with his ever so large strong hands. “You have to trust me, Ayame.”

 

“O…Okay,” she barely whispered.

 

Kouga dipped his head back down as he gently pulled away the outer folds to reveal flushed and swollen skin in the shape of a beautiful flower. Tenderly licking the petals, he tasted the musk of her womanly essence. Noticing a slight trembling in her legs, he tried to reassure her.

 

“It's okay. Don't worry. You taste good, Ayame.”

 

His soft spoken words seemed to relax her muscles. He spread her legs a little farther apart and slightly lifted them, giving him better access. Turning his attention back to the origin of her heated scent, he earnestly began to give pleasure.

 

Sparks skittered along her insatiable skin as her body relaxed into Kouga's caresses. Seemingly of their own accord, her knees drew up further and her hips rose to meet Kouga's exploring tongue. Fire blazed through her tightening abdomen, spreading like a raging storm throughout her entire body as Kouga drew her swollen bud into his mouth and skated his tongue back and forth across it with blinding speed.

 

At the first sign she was reaching her climax, Kouga reached around her thigh and rested his hand against her quivering lower abdomen. He couldn't hold back his curiosity and so rolled his eyes up to gaze at her flushed face. Her hands had dug into the furs at her side, her jaws clenched as if to ward off the whimpers and moans that she swallowed. When his index finger of his right hand found her slicked entrance, she jerked at the pressure he put on the bone above the source of her aching.

 

“Shh,” Kouga whispered before covering her in the warmth of his mouth.

 

He wanted her to experience some of what it could be with him inside of her, but without the pain that was to come later. So he withheld his finger, merely tracing her petals as his lips and tongue continued their torture.

 

“Kouga,” Ayame panted then groaned, quickly clamping her jaws shut.

 

“Almost, my little flower,” Kouga murmured against her.

 

Ayame's hips rose as blinding white light drowned her vision. Her hand flew to her mouth as her body tensed on the verge of something large overwhelming her senses. Kouga pressed down on her pelvis as her tension sprung loose and she convulsed beneath him. Despite her jaws being clenched tight and her hand covering her mouth, Kouga heard the muffled scream. He imagined how it would have felt being inside of her at that moment. But, he would have that soon enough.

 

After wiping the evidence of her orgasm from his face, Kouga climbed up her body and gazed down at the shivering woman. Her chest rose and fell in quick pants, her head lying to the side, eyes still closed, lips parted.

 

`So beautiful. I could get used to giving this to her.' The barest hint of Sesshoumaru's wrath ghosted through his brain, but he ignored it.

 

He stared at her ample breasts and couldn't help himself. They were too inviting. He heard her gasp as he tenderly pulled her left nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around and over it. Moving to the right, he felt her tremble when he lightly traced it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

 

“It hurts, Kouga,” she whined.

 

`What did I do wrong?' Kouga frowned. “What hurts, Ayame?”

 

“Inside. It feels too swollen.”

 

`Ah,' Kouga smirked. “I'll fix that, but it will hurt at first. Do you trust me, Ayame?”

 

She gazed up at him, eyes wide with fear. “You're going to do IT?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“It's what I want.” She gave a slight nod. Though this was what she had been waiting for, she was afraid. Even so, the tightness that she felt inside, the need for something to stretch an almost bruising ache was so overwhelming that she didn't care what it would take to relieve the pain.

 

This was right. Though she was saddened by her place in the trio, she was getting what she wanted, what she needed. And nothing would get in the way, not even her own disappointment, jealousy and fear. She would allow Kouga to do this. After all, he wasn't only doing it for himself and Sesshoumaru. He was doing it for her as well. With that thought, she willed herself to relax and accept what was about to happen.

 

In order to provide some small distraction, Kouga lay down on her, gracing her lips with a gentle tug and the warmth of his lips while he nestled his swollen shaft between her legs. Her body tensed then slowly relaxed as he nibbled on her neck and rocked his hips back and forth, teasing her still swollen flower, those delicate pink folds that he couldn't get out of his mind.

 

“Relax,” he murmured as he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, carefully nudging forward.

 

“Please, Kouga. Just do it. I need you inside of me,” she whimpered, her courage waning.

 

One carefully measured thrust broke through the protector of her innocence. He winced at the small yelp uttered in pain and surprise. It was done. He had taken her, but he wasn't finished. Not by far. But he had to wait for her to become accustomed to his intrusion. In the meantime, he could enjoy the warmth encircling him in a tight embrace.

 

“You feel so good, Ayame. So good,” he groaned into her hair while he fought with himself to stay still.

 

Ayame swallowed hard, wetting her dry throat. Her chest rose then fell in a shuddered breath.

 

“It's okay now,” she murmured, caressing his left calf with her right foot. He had stretched the swollen walls that had seemed to threaten to explode if something wasn't done. “It feels better now…doesn't hurt anymore.”

 

Kouga experimentally withdrew, watching her face. There was no sign of pain. In fact, she gave him a small embarrassed smile. He returned a one-sided smile and, with calculated care, lowered himself back into her. He watched as her neck arched and her eyelids slid shut before he dipped his head to the crook of her shoulder and groaned.

 

As the tortured sensitive tip parted her walls, it was like a furnace squeezing his shaft. Without thinking, he drew back and thrust into her, pushing her body up along the furs, seeking to completely bury himself in that hot, wet, and oh so tight heat. It tugged and rippled around him, tickling him into a scorching need for friction.

 

“Kouga,” Ayame gasped, but not from pain.

 

A glistening sheen of sweat covered him, providing a lubricant that allowed their bodies to meld together into one writhing tangle of limbs. Ayame's legs wrapped around his thighs, urging him forward, begging him for release while his body slid upward along hers, pressing her into the furs.

 

`I never knew this could feel so damn good,' he thought while he quickened and strengthened his pace.

 

Tangling his fingers with hers, he held her hands down above her head. He continued to assault her lips, neck, and ears. Moans and mewls filled the room as their movements became more frantic in their search for the release that would take them far beyond the confines of the mortal world.

 

Kouga's mind had lost all worry of what he might think of himself when the sun rose the next day. All of his awareness was focused on the tight heat encircling him, the friction raking up and down his shaft while shoving into that tight canal, the pleasure beating through his veins, his blood singing out in jubilation, swimming ever toward the crescendo of bliss that would at once explode then die into silent wonderment.

 

His heart pounded against the wall of his chest as though it was attempting to escape a prison of flesh and it was almost pain. But the coiling chains yanking him onward would not be broken. He had to have it, had to have that last bit of pleasure. It would not be denied. And so, he flew with unbridled desire for that completion, frantically thrusting into Ayame, harder and faster. He may have even forgotten who is was lying beneath him, his hunger was so great.

 

And then he felt it, that swell before his body released and imploded in upon itself. His body was never so real, his mind never so deep under the sea of raging desire as in these moments of complete abandon. It swallowed and crushed him and then spit him out in a fountain of release. He heard nothing, saw nothing when his body convulsed almost painfully, releasing him from the bonds of the pressing need. And as he sank into the restful silence, he felt the fading tremors of Ayame's spent passion.

 

`I wonder,' he thought to himself then shifted his hips to move inside of her. He heard her gasp as her inner walls gripped him over and over again, her back arching, body trembling. It was joy to know he could do such a thing to her. And oh, he would do it again and this time he would watch her, revel in his accomplishment.

 

He didn't just do it again. He took her many times before the rays of the early morning sun lulled him to sleep. Though he was pleased, he was also confused, and somewhat fearful as he held Ayame in his arms.

 

`I enjoyed that more than I should have. Were Sesshoumaru to know…'

 

 

 

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Gen50

Ah, despite Sesshoumaru's jealousy, he knows how important it is to please the pack. Kouga's position and happiness within his own home depend on fulfilling his responsibilities, one of which is to bed Ayame. Yep, and I can't say that Sesshoumaru will be happy either. I did do this for a friend who has an obsession for Kouga. Heheh. It was difficult as inu/sess is my favorite too. Thanks for reviewing. ^_^

 

J0ker

Well, though Sesshoumaru knows that this needs to be done, that doesn't mean that the green-eyed monster of jealousy will not rear its ugly head. Be watching for it. Thanks for reviewing!

 

Sesshys numba1 gurl

Yup, Sesshoumaru will definitely have a difficult time with this, even though he knows that it is required. Thanks for reviewing!

 

 

 

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Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru.

 

 

 

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