InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ For My Friend, For My Lover ( Chapter 32 )

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Chapter 32: For My Friend, For My Lover

 

“You need to get Sango away from here!”

 

The Houshi sat staring at the Slayer. He wanted to believe that she had just reason for killing Ayame, but what could the reason be? How could she have attacked the sleeping girl in such a cowardly manner? Regardless of her reason, would he ever be able to see pass the innocent blood that now coated her palms? Hearing the Hanyou's suggestion the Monk turned his head in his direction and with his eyes he asked, why?

 

“Look, Kouga saw Ayame as his mate even though he had not mated her.” He stated in a manner that said the Monk should have already known that.

 

Feeling movement from the girl in his arms the Hanyou glanced down and searched her face for some sign that she was about to awaken, but finding none, he continued, “regardless of what Sango's reason was, if it had been Kagome that she had done that to…I would gut her from the inside out!” He knew that was a harsh thing to say but it was the truth.

 

The Monk gasped as he turned his attention back towards his fiancé whom still sat as if frozen a few feet away from the woman she had just murdered.

 

“If I would do that to her, what do you think Kouga is going to do when he gets here?” Inuyasha finished as he stood to his feet and cradled the girl in his arms close to his chest as if he was soothing an infant.

 

He hadn't thought about that! He hadn't had time to think about that! Kouga would surely want revenge! Could he let the wolf do what he himself would no doubt demand had it been Sango on the other end of that knife? Feeling his heart began to beat once again with in his chest he nodded weakly towards the now standing Hanyou and turned his attention back towards the Slayer. “Yes Inuyasha, perhaps you are right.”

 

He did want answers, so perhaps if he took her else where, to some place safe and quiet, perhaps he would get those answers…perhaps she would say something so profound that he would have no choice but to forgive her. That was his silent wish, anyway.

 

Standing to his feet he slowly stalked over to the slayer still crotched down on the floor. Standing there for a moment he just stared down at her. Part of him didn't want to touch her, but the bigger part of him that included his heart wanted more than anything to embrace her to hold her and tell her that it would be okay. It wanted to tell her that what ever this was, wherever this road would lead them they would face it together. He said nothing as he bent down and picked her up.

 

Turning towards the door he stopped but didn't turn around. “Inuyasha, I will not ask what or how you will deal with this situation, because honestly I don't really want to know, but however you handle this…what ever you have to do…I will forever be indebted to you.” With that being said the Monk walked out the door.

 

A moment later the Hanyou still stood looking at the empty doorway as he heard the monk shout for the Neko Youkai, Kirara. That was a good question how was he going to deal with this? What was he going to do with the girls' body? What if Kouga came back before he could think of anything? `I've got to stop helping people!' He thought angrily to himself as he heard a slight groan come from the girl in his arms.

 

“Inu…Inu…” she mumbled incoherently.

 

He of course was happy that she was finally waking up but now was just not a good time.

 

`Damn!! Where is everybody!' He thought frantically as he paced the floor looking from the girl in his arms to the body of the female wolf youkai lying in the corner of the hut. He didn't want her to awaken to a sight such as this.

 

Stomping over to the door he stuck his head out looking for someone anyone that could at least watch over Kagome for a moment while he disposed of the body and cleaned up the mess left behind. “Shit!” He hissed not seeing anyone.

 

“Inu…Yasha”

 

Stopping his tirade he glanced down at the girl then quickly scooped up one of the many blankets that Kagome had brought back from her time and threw one over Ayame's body. After making sure that the body was fully covered he walked back over to the other end of the hut and sat down. “Oi, it's about time you wake up.” He stated as calmly as possible as not to arouse any suspicions that anything was amiss.

 

Her eyes slowly opened at the sound of his voice. It took a moment for them to focus but once they did what she saw was a welcomed sight. Her Hanyou held her tightly with in his grasp. His golden gaze seemed to be smiling down on her. She herself as weak as she felt was able to offer him a reassuring smile as she weakly reached up and laid a small hand against his cheek. “Hey.”

 

“Hey, yourself.” He replied as he nuzzled into her touch. “I thought you were never going to wake up.”

 

Clearing her throat a little she closed her eyes and leaned in closer to his chest, “can you hum another song for me?”

 

“You heard that?”

 

“Uhm, hmm”

 

He couldn't stop the rose color that covered his cheeks, “maybe later, but for right now I need you to drink something, okay?” He stated as he reached down with his free hand and scooped a cup of water out of the water bucket that the hag always kept in the hut.

 

“How do you feel?” He asked her as she slowly drank down the water.

 

Gulping down the last of the water she stated, “My head hurts a little, but…Inuyasha where is everyone?” She didn't really understand why she was asking him that, but something didn't feel right. It was too quiet. Whenever she or any of them were sick the others were always around to lend support, so where were they now?

 

“Everyone?”

 

“Uhm, hmm”

 

“Umm, well…Umm…”

 

Opening her eyes again she fought back the pain so that she could look him directly in the face, “what's wrong? Where is everyone? Did something happen?”

 

“Shush, you worry too much, everything's fine.” He lied as he turned his head away from her for fear that she would be able to see into his mind and tell that he was indeed lying.

 

Narrowing her eyes at him she turned her head so that she could look around the hut. “Inuyasha what's that?”

 

“What?” He replied trying to act as if he had no clue as to what she was talking about.

 

“That, over there in the corner under my favorite blanket. What's that?”

 

He didn't answer her. He didn't know how to answer her. She had always been a very sensitive person so if he told her that it was Ayame's dead body and that Sango had killed her would she be able to handle it? Would he then have to tell her Sango had almost been raped? What kind of effect would it have on her, especially now while she was in such a weakened state?

 

“Inuyasha, please tell me what's wrong. I can feel it…something's not right.” She pleaded weakly.

 

Looking down at her with sorrowful eyes the Hanyou leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. He then begrudgingly began to tell her the entire ordeal, as he knew it, starting with the night by the well.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

The hands that he used to kill and maim hundreds in one beat of his heart felt like soft rose petals against her skin as he gently caressed and rubbed her body.

 

Taking his time he would pool a hand full of the tepid water and let it fall slowly over her shoulder to ripple down her back and over her breasts.

 

His hand was a wonderful thing; so gentle, so kind, soft, and comforting. It said things to her body that he would never say. Every caress was a whisper against her soul. Every gentle rake of his claws against her skin made her heart skip a beat. The feel of his breath on the back of her neck whenever he dipped low to pool more water in his hand told her that he wanted her, begged her to turn around, told her that he craved her.

 

His hand brushed softly and sensually over her nipple and she gasped as she felt a shiver run down her spine.

 

“Are you okay?” The white lord whispered sensing an increase in her heartbeat.

 

Shaking her head she tried to dispel the dizzying feeling that had overcome her. Stumbling back she bumped into his bare chest and she froze. Her naked body was pressed firmly against his. Her heart rate increased, her breathing became labored. She wanted him. This feeling, this need that was slowly growing with in her was turning into something akin to a fever. This feeling…this want…the need…what was it? How could a feeling so alien feel so right?

 

Her skin was hot against his. It beckoned him. It told him that she was ready, that she wanted him, and that she needed him. It told him that now was the time. This moment, right here, right now was right.

 

He could hear her heart pounding within her chest. He could feel the temperature of her skin slowly rising. He could smell her scent and it drove him mad with desire. The carnal passion that he felt at this moment was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His loins hardened against her back, his soul begged to be united with hers. Leaning down and into the crook of her neck he inhaled the aroma that enticed him to the heights of the heavens and he moaned the name of its possessor. He whispered her name as he draped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

 

Turning swiftly within his grasp she gazed up into his eyes begging him with her own to answer the call of her body.

 

His hand slowly rubbed up and down her back as he felt her chest heave against his moistened flesh. Gazing into her eyes he saw a wanton woman filled with desire and need. With her eyes she begged for him to please her to give her what no other could. “Rin,” he whispered wondering if she knew what she was asking him, wondering if she knew just what she was doing to him.

 

“Kiss me…please, just kiss me.” She stated breathlessly.

 

Without giving it a second thought he scooped her up out of the water devoured her lips with his. Licking and sucking on her bottom lip he begged for entrance. She greedily met his need with that of her own as she opened up to him and allowed his tongue to explore the crevices of her mouth.

 

His fangs raked soothingly over her lips and her tongue. He kissed down her jaw to her neck and back up to her earlobe where he nibbled and sucked.

 

She moaned as he rubbed against her, kissed her touched her and still she wanted more. Placing her arms around his neck she pulled him closer as she shifted her small body with in his arms so that her breasts were within his reach.

 

Pulling away from her he looked into her eyes then down at her breasts, `who is this woman?' He questioned.

 

“Please my Lord.” She begged as her breast heaved up and down in his face silently whispering his name.

 

Hearing her plea he closed in her breast as if it was the first meal he had eaten in months. Taking turns sucking and nibbling on each of them he made sure to be careful of his fangs, because to scar her would be nothing less then a travesty.

 

As he continued to suck she moaned and gyrated with in his grip silently telling him that she loved his touch and that she craved more and wouldn't stand for anything less.

 

She didn't exactly know when it took place but as he took his time sucking her breasts he had began to walk back towards the bank where his Mokomoko-sama lay.

 

Lifting his head from her chest he licked his lips as he looked at her.

 

As if she was answering his unasked question she nodded in a positive fashion. He then gently laid her down then took a step back and simply stared down at her as if she was nothing less than a goddess.

 

Realizing that he was staring she tried to cover her self but stopped when she heard a disapproving growl echo low with in his chest.

“You are simply amazing.” He whispered.

 

“Only for you Milord.”

 

Reaching down he untied his remaining sash that held his hakama tightly around his waist and kicked off his boots. Stepping out of them he stood there as if waiting for her approval before he continued.

 

She stared dreamily up at him. His tight framed body, the color of his skin. His chiseled stomach, powerful legs…

 

Running her fingers across her lip, down her neck, over her breasts to her abdomen she curved her back up away from the Mokomoko-sama silently calling him to her, begging him to use her to quench his thirst…to use her in whatever manner he saw fit.

 

Her legs felt like they had a mind of their own. They just fell apart as he dropped to his knees before her. Pushing herself up she pulled him towards her so that he was nearly covering her.

 

“Rin, there's no rush. We have forever.”

 

Innocent eyes stared back at him as she ran her fingers through his mane, “I know, but…I want you…I need…it hurts…please.”

 

He could not deny her but he knew that she was a virgin and a man of his stature could easily injure her small body. He would have to take his time; he would make sure that she was comfortable, and that she felt as little pain as humanly possible.

 

“You'll let me know if I hurt you?” He asked as he slowly descended on her lips.

 

Tossing her head back she whispered, “Yes”.

 

Kissing his way down her neck he allowed his hand to roam gently down her side. He knew he had grown quite accustomed to having one arm but he never knew he was quite this good.

 

She moaned and ground her hips below him as she whispered his title, “Milord.”

 

“Call me…Sess…Sho…maru,” he whispered between body kisses.

 

“Sesshomaru,” she whispered barely above an octave. Her mind was lost in euphoria her breast ached with pleasure. She wanted to scream for him to do something, anything that would relieve the tension within her abdomen. She would've called him Kami at this moment if it meant he would give her what she needed.

 

Not willing to rush their mating Sesshomaru pushed him self-back so that he is kneeling between her legs once again. Dragging his hand down her belly and over her abdomen to her plush pocket, the aroma, the scent of her was intoxicating.

 

Slowly he brought one of his clawed fingers down as he gently parted her lips. He mastered her body with one finger, two fingers, three fingers, his hand moved gently, cupping, holding, and entering her repeatedly, possessively with more passion and gentleness than he knew he was capable of.

 

Her head turned from side to side, her body squirmed under his touch, her bottom rose up to meet his hand as she begged him for more. Her small hand clawed at his Mokomoko-sama, this feeling what was it…this erotic haze inducing feeling… “Oh…Kami…Oh…Kami!” She whispered breathlessly as she gyrated harder on his hand. This feeling…this feeling…this feeling…

 

He watched her close her eyes as trembles ravaged her body while sweet noises unlike anything he had ever heard spilled from her lips causing his heart to leap.

 

She looked up at him breathlessly amazed at what he had just done to her and she knew that she would forever belong to him. She would do as he asked and she would ask no questions.

 

“Are you ready?” He whispered as he carefully positioned himself between her legs.

 

She nodded quietly.

 

“If you want to back out, now would be the time.”

 

“N…never,” She whispered still trying to still the tremors passing unhindered down her legs.

 

Placing his hand in the small of her back he pulled her down to meet him as he lowered him self so that his member sat at the entrance to her womb.

 

Noticing that he might have a little trouble with entering her she reached down and took a hold of the part of him that she craved and held on to his waist with the other hand as she gently guided him to her entrance.

 

“You are truly amazing.” He whispered as he lowered his mouth to cover hers and pushed forward causing her to gasp.

 

She felt him stretching her opening to fit him. She dug her nails into his back as she shifted her hips up so that he could enter her deeper hoping that it would ease some of the pain that she was feeling.

 

“I'm sorry,” He whispered as he pulled back and shoved forward quickly breaking the barrier that said she was a virgin.

 

She screamed as she dug her claws deeper into his back and tightened her legs around his hips.

 

“Rin,” He stated worriedly as he scented the smell of her tears. Kissing her mouth to muffle the sound of her whimpers he stilled his movement and waited for the pain to ease. Moving his head up he began gently placing kisses all over her face as he apologized profusely for causing her pain once again.

 

“It's okay, I…I just wasn't expecting it.” She whispered as she kissed his cheek and his neck while rubbing his back reassuringly.

 

The feel of her was hot, wet, inviting. It was something he couldn't fight, but if it meant she would suffer he would not continue this. Preparing to push himself up and out of her he stilled as he felt her legs tighten around him and a gentle rock of her hips against him. “Are you sure?”

 

“Please, I want to belong to you…to only you…Please continue, I'll be fine.”

 

Slowly he began to move with care, easing in, easing out to the tip, teasing the spot the beckoned him. He listened to her body, felt her nails digging into his flesh as her body slowly began to tell him what she wanted.

 

She rocked against him slowly at first as the pain turned into sheer pleasure. This man…this Youkai…this Lord was her Lord. Closing her eyes she allowed her self to get lost in the feeling of him…his body lost with in her own.

 

He felt her insides quiver he smelled her scent change. He knew she had never done anything like this before, but the way she moved…the way she whined her hips beneath him, her moans, the feel of her breath on his face was driving him insane. Touching her face, he brought her eyes to meet his, “say my name.”

 

“S…Sessho…maru…”

 

Her face began to glow different hues of reds and pinks. She was ready…she was in her own erotic little world that he had built for her. Her body slipped into nonstop spasms, endless twitches. In her face he saw for the first time a struggle between a lustful heaven and hell. She was gone out of her body out of this tranquil cave, as tremor after tremor of exquisite pleasure passed through every nerve of her body. She chanted his name over and over like a mantra that seemed both painful and beautiful.

 

Looking down on her he threw his head back and howled as his hips moved faster and faster in tune with the beating of their hearts as he exploded with in her releasing everything that was him, uniting there souls as one forever.

 

As the last of his seed spilled into her he slowly reached down and pulled her to him then rolled over so that she was lying on his chest. Pulling his Mokomoko-sama over so that it covered the both of them he kissed her fore head as he felt the last of her tremors dissipate. `I am mated.' He thought with a half smile.

 

Curling up higher on his chest her body was weak, fatigued it felt like she had just been through some type of battle. Her legs ached her breast were tender her private area throbbed. Now is when she needed the bath but she supposed that would have to wait until she was able to walk again or perhaps he wouldn't mind carrying her so that he could finish what he started earlier.

 

Nuzzling into his neck she whispered, “I love you,” As she closed her eyes and slipped into a welcomed sleep.

 

Smiling he held her tighter as he drifted off to sleep with his mate held securely within his arms. `I'm mated…I can't believe, I'm mated.' Was his final thought as he slipped into a well needed sleep making sure that his senses were alert to there surroundings.

 

Until Next Time…