InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Craigslist ❯ Part Three 2 ( Chapter 4 )

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

Okay.  So she wasn’t deaf.

“How could  – ” She cut herself off, too perplexed to even figure out what she should be trying to ask.  “I don’t – but – uhh…”

Taking her speechlessness as her trying to delicately let him down, Inuyasha shut his eyes and pulled himself away.  It was a stupid idea anyway.  “Just…Fuck it.”  Without another word, he turned around and knelt down, clearly indicating for her to climb onto his back.  

“Wait!  Inuyasha…” She had no idea what was going through his mind, but given how much trouble it had taken for him to talk and the poorly concealed vulnerability in his voice, she could guess how he felt.  As confusing as the idea that someone’s saliva was what she needed, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that he’d been so reluctant because he thought she would be disgusted.  She didn’t know what had happened to this man to make him think he repelled her, but her first order of business would be to rectify that.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she pulled the hospital gown over her head, leaving only her flimsy hospital undergarments on.  With a shaky breath, she pushed herself off the couch, grabbed onto his shoulder and turned him around.

When he realized that he was looking at her bare skin, his jaw dropped.  It would have been comical in any other situation, but at that point, he was just bewildered.  ‘Is she – what – holy shit!’

If she let him flounder any longer, she was going to lose her nerve.  “I don’t get it and it seems a little nutty…but I’m trusting you on this one.”

His eyes met hers, the wonderment obvious in the golden amber.  He spent so long staring that she started to get nervous.  “So…uhm, should I sit down?” She asked, ducking her head meekly.  It occurred to her that maybe he was the one that didn’t want to do this, and she flushed bright red at the idea that she had just stripped for him without even considering that possibility.   “You’re okay with doing this for me, right?  I can take a quick bath or something if you need…”  She finished timidly.

“No! No, you’re fine,” he replied immediately.  He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.  “Are you sure?”  Part of him still couldn’t believe it.  She seemed far too calm about everything, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that she didn’t seem remotely scared, repulsed or resistant to the idea of him doing…well that.

“No, I just like to take my clothes off for the thrill of it,” she responded sarcastically with a playful grin.

Letting out a nervous laugh, he moved towards her and bent down slowly as if she might bolt if he moved too suddenly.  He dared a glance up at her face, but quickly looked back down at her searching stare.  Shit, this was already hard enough without her watching him.  “H-ha.  U-uh, okay.  I guess I’ll…um…here – uh I-I’ll start here,” he stammered out, lifting her wrist that had been aching earlier.  He could see the more serious wound, a long cut that ran down from her left collarbone to her right hip that still had stitches in, but figured neither he nor she was ready for his mouth to be anywhere near her chest just yet.  “I-I mean, if that’s okay w-with you.  I-I have to bite it just a bit because there’s no open wound.”

With her consenting nod, Inuyasha brought her arm to her mouth and began.  

Despite the very unusual circumstances, Kagome couldn’t help feeling like she was back in her teenage years, with her high school sweetheart Ryu the first time she invited him in her room.  They had the same endearing shyness about them, but with Inuyasha, she would have never guessed he was anything but a typical ‘tough guy’ through and through just by looking at him.  But really, who would have guessed that behind those calloused hands, muscles, and the odd scar, there was an awkward, occasionally infuriating puppy beneath.  Puppy was actually a pretty accurate description considering his more otherworldly features, which she still had to demand an explanation about, Kagome reminded herself.

At that moment, Kagome felt his tongue move across her wrist and half of her forearm and she realized that she hadn’t even felt the bite.  His tongue felt soothing and rough at the same time, just like a dog’s.  ‘Well, he’s was a consistent if nothing else.’  Slowly, a light, tingling heat spread across her arm, traveling upwards until her shoulder.  “Woah,” she breathed out.  

Inuyasha’s eyes immediately shot up to make sure that he hadn’t hurt her, and spoke with half his tongue still on her arm.  “Whahrt?”

Smiling apologetically, she reassured him, “Sorry, it just kind of feels…good.  I wasn’t really expecting that.”  Nor was she sure how saliva on her wounds could possibly feel good, but given that he really wasn’t in a position to talk, she decided to bring that up another time.  

“Oh…”  He had no idea it felt good, having only done this to himself on the rarest occasions a demon managed to gets its venom or poison in him.  

Of course, he might have noticed her reaction a little sooner had he not been so distracted by her smell and taste, he thought with a blush that he desperately hoped went unnoticed.  Did he feel bad that he was aroused?  Yeah.  Did that change anything?  Unfortunately not.

‘But shit, this is really not the time,’ he scolded himself.  Even a small drop of blood had sent a warm, familiar heat through his body, and he could only pray his body’s treacherous reaction was inconspicuous.  The last thing he needed was to give her an actual reason to be frightened of him when he had evidently managed to gain her trust.  In a noteworthy attempt to refocus on the task at hand, he closed his eyes in concentration, but that only heightened the taste.

Her blood was having a nearly drug-like effect on him, to the point where he could feel his own blood thicken in response, his mind growing hazier as if he had just downed two dozen shots at once.  When he was finished with her arm and her more minor injuries, he chose the large wound running down her torso next.  This time, her injury hadn’t fully closed, and that meant even the bitter salve they had put over the wound couldn’t cover the potent taste of her blood.

He paused, clenching his teeth to restrain an instinctual groan at the first taste.  How many different ways could he be fucked up in the head if licking her wounds turned him on so badly?  Of course, it wasn’t just the blood, but her natural scent, which was unfortunately stronger than usual because she hadn’t properly showered in a few days.  Had he known he would react this way, he would have…well, now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.  On the one hand, the fact that he appeared to be getting off on her injuries was so wrong, and if she found out and hated him for it, he wasn’t sure he could blame her.  On the other, this was one of the most dangerously pleasurable experiences he’d ever had.
‘Fucking hell,’ he mentally groaned, dipping his head momentarily as the very unwelcome throbbing below intensified.  At the moment, he was kneeling and bent over her so the bulge in his pants wasn’t prominent, but he had no doubt that a waistband tuck would be needed before he left or he would be a running tripod on the way home.

Until that point, Kagome had merely let herself relax and enjoy the comforting warmth that was spreading through her, but to her alarm, when she looked down to watch his progress, she could swear Inuyasha almost looked pained.

“Hey, you okay?” Kagome asked worriedly.  

No, he most definitely was not.

“Uh, yeah.  I’m fine.” He reassured.  “I – uh – sorry, the taste of the meds – it – uh – tastes…funny.”  Given that he could hardly focus on not drooling all over her cuts, he could only hope that he sounded believable.  “It – um – it’s nothing, b-but everything is…healing good,” he stumbled over his words, feeling all sorts of tongue-tied, though his words were completely true.  Distracted as he was, he had barely noticed that even the largest of her wounds had tightened, closing up just the slightest bit.

Still, there was more to do, and as desperately as he wanted to simply lay her down on the couch and spend the rest of the night licking every inch of her body, injured or not, he redoubled his efforts, determined to finish and leave so he could alleviate the aching problem she had left him with.  It didn’t take long to realize that was easier said than done.  As much as he tried to keep from giving in to the bliss, every trace of blood turned his mind further into mush.  He never wanted so badly to simply give in, he thought angrily.

It took some amount of willpower that he didn’t know he possessed, but he managed to finish healing and cleaning the minor wounds on her arms, making sure to let enough of his saliva in that her system would be cleansed of Naraku’s miasma.

Before long, he reached the seams of her bra, a flimsy piece of cloth that barely hid anything.  “I – uh…” he started off, trying to ask if it was okay for him to proceed.

Realizing what he was trying to ask, Kagome nodded nervously.  It was hard for her not to feel like the act was incredibly intimate, though she knew it wasn’t meant to be, especially when the pain began to fade to pleasure and he hit a particularly sensitive spot that made her toes curl.  Plus, she could have sworn that his strokes were growing more languid and sensual, and while she couldn’t deny it felt good – better than good – she also didn’t like the butterflies fluttering anxiously in her stomach at his attentions.

She ventured a look down, reddening at the sight of his face practically buried between her breasts.  He was making a valiant effort to remain professional, but even still, as she watched him lick his lips and slowly drag his tongue across her skin, she could not help the heavy warmth that pooled at her core.  ‘Bad Kagome!  Stop it!’  She subtly clenched her thighs to relieve the ache, making sure that Inuyasha’s eyes were nowhere near her legs.

As she watched him work, she resisted the urge to press herself against his face, biting her lip as she lightly squirmed beneath him.  Was his saliva some sort of aphrodisiac or something?  She could feel as it entered her system, dulling any pain and travelling downwards to tighten the pleasurable knot below her belly. ‘Maybe it’s just been too long since the last time,’ she thought to herself, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her heated fidgeting.  That had to be the only explanation for her wanton thoughts.

He took a deep breath and expelled a violent “Fuck!”

His sudden curse threw her into a brief panic.  “What?!  What’s wrong?!”

He lifted his head up from her chest and she took gulped at the darkened amber irises that stared at her, red tingeing the usually golden color.  

For the slightest moment, she was frightened at the intense stare, her own eyes unable to look away, but that fear disappeared when she recognized that look.  It wasn’t anger or rage she saw, but pure, unadulterated desire, clear enough in his eyes that even she knew it.  Instinctively, the pulsating emptiness between her legs worsened, and there was no hiding her trembling that time.

She might have thought her little maneuver had been discreet, but his nose had caught on to the enticing spike before she could even attempt to hide it.  His own youki had risen in response, among other things, and all it wanted was to feel her wrapped around him.  He had been determined to ignore it, assuming it was just a natural reaction to the healing properties of inuyoukai saliva and had she kept her own arousal in check, he might have been able to keep his control, but no…she had to entice him, let her scent grow to the point that he could practically imagine the wetness between her legs.

“Bitch, stop doing that.” He growled out through clenched teeth.

“D-doing wh-what?”  She couldn’t tell if her voice was shaky because of her far too obvious reaction or because of the way his hands tightened their grip on her hips, nudging them in line with his arms.

He stood up from his kneeling position and in one swift move, pulled her legs apart and settled himself between them, simultaneously allowing Kagome to see the bulge he had hidden earlier and drowning himself in her intoxicating scent.

“I-Inuyasha?”  Gone was the shy, timid man who had been tending her wounds, and in its place was someone much darker, more domineering.  Given her own physical reaction, she wasn’t sure she minded.  

“You know what” His lips curled almost threateningly from the amount of restraint it took not to simply jump her.  He couldn’t resist, however, reaching a hand up to turn her face towards him.

Without breaking eye contact, he dipped his head back down to her chest, where he had stopped, and gave a surprisingly gentle nick.  “You smell like a bitch in heat,” he murmured against her chest, emboldened by her needy moan.  “And it’s making this really. Fucking. Hard.” he punctuated his last statement by grinding the evidence of his own arousal into her barely clothed womanhood, smiling almost deviously against her skin when she immediately arched upward to meet him.

It occurred to him that he was acting daringly bold, but she had driven him beyond the point of giving a fuck.  And until she said no – something he prayed would not happen – he was going to take whatever she would give him.

“Uh…hum…” She tried to form words.  She wanted to ask what in the heck he was doing…what kind of woman he thought she was.  She might have been progressive, but she was still a proper, young woman.

She tried to find something, anything to say, but all she seemed capable of was grabbing onto his shoulder as he pressed himself against her.  She felt his muscles rippling underneath his shirt and wanted it off now.

His pants and the flimsy cotton of her own underwear separated the two of them, and in any other state of mind, she might have felt embarrassed at her nearly desperate need for him to remove those barriers and fill the painfully empty ache below.

As if on autopilot, Inuyasha’s mouth finished up at her collarbone, making sure that his saliva had seeped in properly, before letting himself fully indulge in her taste.  He gently bit and sucked at the juncture of her neck, conveniently placing his ears right by her mouth so they could take in every tiny whimper and moan.  He wanted to make sure he took in each and every second of this, and god’s hand itself couldn’t have torn him away from her at that moment.

Without pausing his rhythmic rocking against her, he trailed one hand down her body, memorizing the texture and every curve it encountered, until it reached its destination.  He pressed his knuckles against her covered slit, groaning aloud as he felt the liquid seep onto his fingers, indicating just how ready she was for him.

A startled gasp drew his face back up, and he removed his hand immediately, searching her eyes for consent.  A long moment passed between the two as Kagome tried to catch her breath, not having expected to feel his fingers pressed up against her folds nor her own reaction to it.  She saw the question in his eyes, and did what little thinking her brain was capable of.  While she had not expected this turn of events, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t fully enjoying it.  Inuyasha had made it abundantly obvious – whether he meant to or not – that he wanted her, and the pressure from that desire pressing up against her pelvis was fueling her own need.

But did she want to do this?  Sure, she wanted him.  He was handsome, and in the short time she’d known him she had seen the tough guy vigilante group fighter as well as the soft, puppy personality underneath, and she could admit that she liked him.  But sex?  Within a week of knowing someone?  It wasn’t like her, a tiny voice in her head, maybe it was her inner prude, piped up.

“Kagome?” His voice sounded normal again, the anxiety returning the longer she stayed silent.  

She looked back up at him, noting the cool golden color returning to his eyes.  She remembered the first time she had seen his eyes, glowing in the dark of her apartment, and how she had known there was nothing in him that would hurt her just by looking into those eyes.  

She liked him.  She wanted him, and as charming as he was with his shier idiosyncrasies, she didn’t want that right now.  She wanted to bring that dangerously passionate look back into his eyes, Kagome decided with conviction.  Letting a mischievous smile dance across her face, she took the plunge and lifted her hips up the slightest bit, relishing the look of wonderment on his face.

‘If anyone fucking pinches me, I’ll kill him,’ Inuyasha swore.

His hands trembling just the slightest, Inuyasha took his cue and slid her underwear off, trying not to let his nervousness show.  He knew what she meant, and while he could hardly believe this was happening, that she would have him, a part of him was terrified.  He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.  When his youkai had started to take over, it all felt instinctual.  But he knew it wasn’t like in the videos he watched, where the man could please the woman if he just stuck it in and moved back and forth.  

Well, that was the gist of it, he thought, but he wanted to make sure that Kagome enjoyed this.  If the kami were good, she would want to do it again…and again…and again.  ‘Gah!’ He couldn’t believe he was thinking about having sex with her in the future before he could even manage to do it the first time.  Hoping that he wasn’t breaking every rule in the book by doing this, Inuyasha took a breath and asked the only thing he could think of that would make sure he knew what she liked.

“S-show me?”

Of the many things, Kagome thought he might say, that hadn’t been one of them.  “Ohh…”  She couldn’t fight back a blush of her own at the thought of showing Inuyasha how to please her, but she felt a simultaneous, powerful rush at the idea of teaching him.  It hadn’t escaped her mind that he was a virgin and while she marveled at the fact that no one had taken him before now, she wasn’t about to complain.

At that moment, he was more the fish out of water, so Kagome sucked up her own bashfulness and gave him a tiny smirk.  “Like this…”  She closed her eyes, pretending she was alone in her bedroom and slowly began moving her hand over the hooded nub between her legs, acutely aware of Inuyasha’s piercing stare.  Her hand moved in familiar circles, pressing down just so, and spreading the ample liquid coming from her dripping sex.

It was, without a doubt, the hottest and most erotic thing Inuyasha had ever seen.  If he weren’t completely set on making sure he pleased her, he would have simply ripped his pants off and just relieved himself to the sight alone.  Deciding that she had done enough of the work herself, Inuyasha slid his own hand down to join hers, having memorized the way she was moving it.

“Mmm…faster…” she sighed out, taking her hand back up to grab onto the couch as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Inuyasha flushed with pride.  He couldn’t rip his eyes away from the junction between her thighs, entranced by the sight of his hand on her swollen bundle of nerves, and for the first time, he wished he had another set eyes to take the rest of her in.  He’d be damned if he missed a single moment of this.

His confidence swelled at her responsiveness, he repositioned himself over her and slid her white bra-lette down her shoulders to reveal the pale mounds he had wanted to see since the day they met.  He could feel his youkai fighting to take over again, and for once he didn’t feel a need to stop it.  With his unoccupied hand, he squeezed her breast and dipped his mouth down to devote equal attention to its twin.

At the sharp spike in her scent and her choked gasp, Inuyasha couldn’t resist a successful smirk.  He might not have known what he was doing, but clearly he was doing something right.  There was no faking it with his nose, and his erection throbbed painfully as it felt the heat from her arousal through his pants.

His own groans accompanied hers as he ground himself into her leg unashamedly.  Taking care to avoid hurting her with his claw, he positioned a finger at her entrance and slowly pressed in.  The feel of her walls clenching his finger nearly finished him off then and there, and he let out a whimper as he imagined his aching staff – the part of him that really needed to be inside her – cushioned in her wet warmth.  Pulling his hand away from her womanhood lest he come before his pants came off, he welcomed the surge in his youki, as if sensing that the more primal part of himself would handle this better.

“Turn around,” he demanded, hardly recognizing the gravelly voice that left his mouth.

The authority in his voice had her obeying before she even thought to question it, and she trembled in anticipation at the familiar reddened gaze that watched her every move.  She made a mental note to add the whole eye color changing thing to the list of things she planned to ask about when he trailed his claws down her back.  

“Doesn’t hurt?” He made sure, noting that his saliva had done its job.

When a quick shake of her head gave him his answer, he readily continued.

With her back towards him, she never noticed the devilish smirk on his face at the way she shook like a leaf in the wind.  Like that, did she?  He did it again, moving his other hand between her legs so he could catch the liquid literally dripping down her thighs and move them apart at the same time.  

‘Jesus fucking H. Christ.’  She was going to kill him.  Part of him – most notably the lower half – demanded that he bury his length inside of her now and put an end to both their suffering.  The head on his shoulders, however, was slightly more patient and wanted to draw out her torture, wanted to hear her plead and moan.  Nonetheless, both heads were in agreement on one thing: it wanted to watch as he slid himself into her, to see his length disappear as she welcomed him into her body.  It was only a matter of when.

She let out a desperate cry and braced her arms against the armrest, arching her back and bucking backwards against him eagerly, but he merely nipped at her neck in warning.  “Nuh-uh, Kagome.  We’re doing this my way.” He declared with no room for objection.  

Moving his arms forward, he grabbed onto her hands and brought both of her arms behind her back.  He gently guided her head forward until it rested against the couch cushion, bringing her ass high and her legs spread so she was open for his viewing pleasure.  And view he did.  He took perverse pleasure at the wet gleaming of her dark pink folds, letting every sexual fantasy he had pent up in his system run freely in his head.  He used his knees to nudge her legs forward, indicating that he wanted her knees tucked and spread to the side of her breasts and he smiled in satisfaction when he met no resistance.  

Truthfully, Kagome couldn’t understand her own intense reaction to Inuyasha’s dominating attitude.  In some ways, she felt guilty over it.  She couldn’t have guessed that the stuttering, nervous man that Inuyasha had been with her for the past few days could turn into this, and part of her felt shame at the fact that she was loving every second with someone that almost seemed like an entirely different person.  Even his eyes had a darker, more dangerous gleam.  Was that cheating?  Could she even cheat on Inuyasha?  It wasn’t like they were going out.  Hell, she was having sex with the guy without even knowing his last name, and she was doing it because it felt so right.  No.  Maybe right wasn’t the best word.  Bloody fucking good might have been more accurate.

Her musings were cut short when, in one swift movement, Inuyasha draped himself over her, angling his manhood so that it slid between her legs but not her dripping, wet entrance, and thrust.  She felt his thick length rub against her clitoris, the large, mushroom head applying the sweetest pressure onto the bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god!” She cried out, the sudden yell muffled by the couch.  There was no way Inuyasha was a virgin, she decided using the little brain power she had left.  No one just knew how to do this.

“Just Inuyasha is fine,” he answered arrogantly.

She would have smacked him for using such a cheesy line and for the astounding levels of cockiness in his voice had she been left the mind to.  As it was, all she could manage were feverish whines as he slid in and out, using the ample moisture that slickened her thighs to glide the bulbous head of cock over the mass of nerves that threw her into a frenzy.  She was acting all sorts of wanton and improper, she knew, but as he pumped his cock in between her thighs, she knew the Prime Minister of Japan could have walked in and that wouldn’t have stopped them.

He could tell she was close by the way her breathing grew choppier and choppier.  Kagome didn’t do a very good job of hiding it either; she had never learned how to keep quiet as she felt her walls begin to clench onto themselves, and thanks to that, she was Inuyasha’s perfect timer.  

“P-please!” She begged in a breathy whisper, as the familiar throbbing inside of her grew stronger.  She recognized the feeling that always came before she reached completion, the delicious tightening in his stomach and along with the incredible emptiness as her womanhood clamped down on itself as if desperately wanting something inside.

At her plea, Inuyasha knew she was ready.  A lengthened fang slipped out, as he bit his lip to regain enough control to stop his thrusting.  Focusing on her had been the only thing keeping him from giving in to his own pleasure, but now he needed every ounce of discipline he had.

“You want this?”  He rubbed the tip of his erection against her pink slit, tightening his hold on her arms when she tried to push backwards.  There would be none of that.  He would allow her more control next time – and there would be a next time human, hanyou and youkai thought in unison – but this was his first time, and he was going to take her his way.

She nodded frantically, rubbing her cheek against the cloth of the couch.

“Then tell me.”  He demanded.

“Wha-?!” She spun her head to look up at him as much as she could in her position.  What did he mean ‘tell him?!’  She was naked, dripping wet, and he had his erection pressed against her, so close to giving them both what they needed.  What more did he want?

When he gave no response, she redoubled her struggle, but he firmly held her down, leaning forward to bring his mouth closer to her ears and slithering a hand to her clit at the same time.  He moved his hand in a circular motion, taking turns lightly squeezing the hooded flesh and tracing his slick folds until she was back at the peak, offering her the chance to fall over it before removing his hand and pressing his erection against her as a reminder that he could relieve that empty ache.

“Inuyasha!” She whined, pressing back to try and take him in.

“Bitch,” he snarled, refusing to give in no matter how she tried to entice him.  But fuck he needed her to tell him what he wanted to hear soon or he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take.  “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he promised, softening his voice.

“Mmfgh!!” She growled unimpressively against the cushions in frustration, though her growl melted into a breathy moan as he began to move his hand again.  He brought her to the edge once again, watching with a pained growl of his own as she threw her head back and her toes curled in anticipation before he stopped, letting her fall back to earth.  She let out a high-pitched whine from the back of her throat, trying to kick at him from beneath, but an inhuman strength had every part of her locked down.

When she ceased fighting him, Inuyasha brought up the hand that had been torturing her and gently brushed a few straggling hairs out of her face.  “Smells good,” he commented nonchalantly, the words somehow sending another wave of fire down to her belly.  She tried to clench her thighs together to relieve the ache, but was promptly reminded of the iron locked grip he had on her, his own legs firmly spreading hers far apart.  “Is it so hard, Kagome?” He asked almost comfortingly, stroking her cheek with his hand that still glistened with her fluids.  “You got me to do whatever you wanted just by batting your eyelashes and asking – don’t deny it,” he spoke sternly, almost like a parent chastising his child before she could counter his claim.  “Why can’t you do this for me?”

Strangely, he had never been more in control of his youkai, and as he tried to coax her into giving in, Inuyasha pushed back the grip his youkai had on him, wanting to experience this for himself.  He was so close to getting what he wanted, he could barely restrain himself, but part of him demanded this.  He needed her to tell him that she wanted him to do this.

Kagome gave another futile tug at her arms and closed her eyes in defeat when she made no progress.  “I…” She took a deep breath, flushing at the words that were about to come out of her mouth.  “I need it…” She whispered.

“Sorry, I think you’ll have to speak a little more clearly and be a bit more specific.”

Kagome expelled an angry breath.  “Stop teasing!” She demanded, though it really held no authority given her position.

“Trust me.  I’m not the one being a tease,” he spoke unrelentingly, wrapping another arm across her midsection so he could press her against his solid back.  “I want to fuck you, but we’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you want.”  He was the very image of a man in control, but on the inside, he was pleading for her to just give in.  The ache below was almost too much to bear, and he had no idea how he had managed to keep from finishing at the feel of her wet lips rubbing the head of his erection.

“I already did!” She insisted, unable to keep the urgent whine from her voice.  Why was he being so damn difficult!?

“No.  You need to be more specific.”  He carefully moved the tip of his length back and forth, spreading the clear liquid around her lips, savoring his power over her at that moment with an arrogant grin.

“Fine,” she ground out, practically sensing the smirk on his face.  “I…want you inside me.”  If that wasn’t specific enough for him, she…!  Well, she didn’t know what she would do, but it wouldn’t be pleasant!

Okay, Inuyasha thought, she definitely sounded like she had been coerced into saying that, but he would do his damned best to make it up to her.

With a kiss to the back of her neck, he began to nudge inward, shutting his eyes as the bliss threatened to kill him.

Kagome had expected another one of his stupid replies, but found herself nearly melting when she heard the softest, most genuine “Thank you” whispered against her back.  Leave it to Inuyasha to go from zero to sixty in three point five.  

He said nothing more, and she soon found the reason he hadn’t spoken when she felt him ever so slowly stretch her.  As he pressed into her, inch by inch, they both found themselves at a loss for words.

Inuyasha had wanted to sit back up to take in the sight of his length disappearing into her, but he found himself collapsing onto her, unable to hold himself up and embarrassingly, unable to withhold a high-pitched whimper.

It felt like a sweet death, the most heavenly, delicious, unbelievable death.  The kind that welcomed with open arms and called his name.  He could feel her velvety warmth beckoning him, squeezing him so tightly he didn’t think he could leave, not that he wanted to.

He held her still, both arms enveloping her, afraid that if she moved an inch, this would be over before it started.  ‘Breathe…fuck…breathe…’ her repeated like a mantra in his head.

Kagome, for her part, wasn’t sure she could move.  She took deep breaths, her body shifting minutely to accommodate him.  It might not have been her first time, but she was positive she had never taken anything so big.  Thanking the heavens that he had given her time to adjust, she gently squeezed him and pressed back slightly when she felt the heady pleasure of being filled up returning.

“S-shit!” She heard a strangled curse from behind, and suddenly what felt like a thousand pounds of solid man fell on her back.  Daring a look back, she came face to face with Inuyasha.  Droplets of sweat covered his face, his normally silver hair falling limply against his forehead and cheeks, and she could feel his breathy pants against her neck.  His eyes were closed or he might have seen the Cheshire grin that quickly spread across her face in realization.

Now was the time for some payback.  Clearly, she had not been the only one adjusting.  She clamped down on him, fighting her own moans as heat spread through her system from the action, but it was worth it to hear the Inuyasha’s frenzied pleas.

“Shi…” He trailed off, eyes clenched tightly, unable to even curse properly.  “K-Kagome, y-you gotta st-top that.”

‘Fuck, she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.’  He might have tried to play the one in control, but nothing could have prepared him for this feeling.  

Kagome proved him wrong by clenching again, quietly giving thanks for kegels, and innocently asking, “What?  You mean this?”  Sure she knew that this might end things a bit early, but hearing him whimper in her ears was worth it.  

He didn’t even have the energy to respond, using every bit of focus he had on not blowing his load like a teenage boy as he felt her walls ripple and hug his manhood.  “F-fuck,” he stuttered out, heart thrumming violently in his chest from the effort.  “K-kami, g-give me a sec.”

‘Think about…uh baseball, naked Kouga playing baseball!’  He thought frantically, trying to calm himself.  It might have worked had that image not turned into one of Kagome playing baseball, and then one of Kagome kneeling down, playing with his balls, a mischievous look in her eyes.  ‘Shiiiit…’ His mind was a treacherous place to be.

Taking advantage of his slackened hold on her, she began to rock against him, shutting her own eyes when pleasurable shivers shot up and down her spine.  “Why should I?”  She asked, the slight tremor in her voice the only indication that she was half as lost as Inuyasha.  

“I-I c-can’t-t…” A torrid groan cut him off.  “Sh-shit, bitch!”  Mustering the strength and determination he had left, he grabbed onto her hips, effectively immobilizing her.  However, he had been driven to the brink by her torture and couldn’t prevent his hips from thrusting forward, his own body threatening to ruin him in seconds.

At his unexpected action, Kagome arched her back, letting out an overwhelmed cry.  How was he supposed to deny that?  

Using his superhuman strength, he pounded into her, pushing her chest to the couch again to bury himself in her as deeply as physically possible.  He was determined to bring her to completion before he allowed it to himself, and watched with a sort of agonizing relief as her moans grew louder and louder.  

He sped up with an almost angry determination.  Finally, he heard her give a shout to the cushions and felt her body convulse around his, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the nearly irresistible temptation to release.  With control he didn’t know he possessed, he staved off the urge.

He collapsed against Kagome, who was taking much needed breaths to fill her asphyxiated lungs, sensuously rolling his pelvis against hers as she came down to earth.  Now that he had satisfied her once, he could finally allow himself to release, he thought with relief.  At least that’s what he thought until the most unwelcome sound in the world interrupted.

His eyes shot up to the source of the sound disbelievingly.  “God-fucking-damn-it!” The enraged curse startled Kagome out of her satisfied haze and she reared back – well, as much as she could with Inuyasha behind her – to look where his eyes landed.

She saw the familiar flashing green light before the sound of the ringing registered.

The word “Home” glowed in the shadow on her digital phone.  It was her mother!  ‘Oh my god!  I haven’t spoken to her in four days!’ She remembered, the panic kicking in once the haze of her orgasm began to clear.

“NO,” Inuyasha growled out, answering her question before she even thought it.  He gave a short, powerful thrust as if to remind her of the more urgent problem at hand, and Kagome felt every bit of force behind that reminder, throwing her head back as another wave of pleasure rushed through her.

“I-Inuyasha!  I have to…” She groaned out, not wanting to stop either, but the incessant ringing brought her back to reality.  “I-it’s my mom.”

He couldn’t have cared less if it were the Holy Buddha himself.  “No.  Not until we finish,” he ground out firmly.  Sure, he knew it was selfish, but he refused to give her up.  This had been the most perfect night of his entire life, so far (okay, minus the whole Kagome was injured and coming back from the hospital thing) and he would be damned if it ended with having to finish himself off in the shower.

“P-please!  She’s probably worried sick about me,” she begged, though she couldn’t stop her hips from meeting his.  “I’ll come back after I tell her I’m okay,” she promised.  “It’ll just be a second.”  

Inuyasha knew better.  No doubt her mother would demand to know what had happened in the past few days, and who knew how long that would take?  And if Kagome wasn’t in the mood anymore…No, he couldn’t take that chance.

Kagome had begun to push herself up, assuming he had agreed to let her go, when he pushed her chest back down against her folded knees, dug an arm under her shins and lifted her up without disconnecting them for a moment.  He sat back and raised her from the couch as he stood.

She let out a startled squeak at the movement, feeling like she was being packed away for a suitcase with the way his one arm clamped tightly around her legs.  Using her arms to pivot and look at him, she demanded, “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Letting you pick up the phone,” he explained simply.  Stunned speechless, Kagome looked down at his arm, blushing fiercely when she saw where they were joined.  It was mortifying, and yet she couldn’t look away from the visual of his thickness sunk into her, another rush of arousal flooding through her.  What was wrong with her?!  Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, Kagome looked back up, ready to spin around and give Inuyasha a piece of her mind, when she came face to face with her phone.

“Well?” Inuyasha asked impatiently.

“What do you mean, ‘Well’?!” She demanded, trying to squirm out of his grip enough to kick his arm off, but somehow he managed to hold her down with the force of what felt like three tons of arm muscle.  “Inuyasha, let me go!”

“The phone’s gonna stop ringing soon,” he reminded, ignoring her struggle entirely.  That horrid phone call might not have been the worst thing to happen that night as it at least gave him the distraction and time to pull himself back to earth.

“Y-You ca-n’t mean…!”  She exclaimed in shock.  She used her arms in a wasted effort to push herself out of his arms, but all he did was lock his other arm over her flailing limbs and bite her neck in warning.

“It’s this or I take us straight back,” he said unyieldingly.  All it took was one look in his eyes for Kagome to realize that she would have an easier time breaking Newton’s laws of motion than getting Inuyasha to let her go, and…he was right…the phone had been ringing a while.  

With a shaky breath, she reached for the phone, half of her hoping her caller had already hung up so she wouldn’t have to do this.

A stern nip at her neck had her hand stilling.

“Just don’t take too long or…” Using his leverage, Inuyasha let himself slip out and drove his erection back into her, snickering amusedly at her gasp.

Nodding obediently, she finally lifted the phone out of its receiver and brought it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Kagome?!” Her mother’s voice blasted out of the phone.  “It’s actually you!! Oh my heavens, you’re okay!  Do you know how worried I’ve been?!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mama.” She apologized hastily, recognizing the panic in her mother’s voice and feeling the worst sense of guilt over causing it.  “I promise I’m fine.  I’m actually…busy right now, and I’ll explain everything later tonight.”

“What do you mean later tonight?! Kagome, I haven’t heard from you in four days.  And then I get a call from some woman that says you’re fine!  She said you were at the hospital!”  Kagome lifted the earpiece a few inches away from her ears, the sound threatening to blow out her eardrums.

“I’m sorry, Mama, I can expl – ”

Without missing a beat, her mother continued ranting as if Kagome had never spoken.  “I looked up the hospital she told me, you know!  Well, fine.  I had Souta look it up, and there is no such place!  So I called that receptionist from the clinic and she said you hadn’t been in to work and that you hadn’t even called!   I went to your apartment to find you and you didn’t show up all day.  Kagome, I thought you were dead!  I am not waiting for you to explain this – this…craziness!  Young lady, you explain NOW!”  Kagome could hear the angry panting through the phone and shied away, feeling like a child again as her mother lectured her.  She hadn’t been called “young lady” since she was a teenager, she thought with a cringe.

She shot Inuyasha a pleading look and covered the mouth piece.  “Inuyasha, please, I have to talk to her.”

Giving her a stern look with his piercing eyes, he shook his head no.  She clenched her teeth angrily and put the phone back to her ears.

“Mama, it’s a really long story, and I promise I’m fine now, so – ”

“What do you mean you’re fine now?!  What happened?!”

‘Crap!’

“Uh…I-I mean that it’s all okay and it’s been a rough few days but I’ll call you back later and explain,” she pleaded with her mom, knowing that Inuyasha would be growing impatient.

“You were always the responsible one growing up, Kagome.  I don’t know what’s gotten into you now…”

Kagome sent Inuyasha a glare at his stifled snicker.  How dare he find this funny?!

“…I just want to know what happened to my daughter these past few days.  I’ve been worried sick,” her mother begged.  Kagome felt a new rush of guilt at the concern in her mother’s voice.  It wasn’t fair to do this to her.  She’d already worried enough the past few days, and to force her mother to wait even longer?

Giving Inuyasha an apologetic look that she prayed with all her might he would accept, she started to explain the highly condensed version of the past few days.  “I – just – I got into an…accident and I’ve been at the hospital for the past few days.”

Her impossibly stubborn lover was having none of that.  With his free arm, he began to knead one of her breasts, and started to thrust into her, cautioning her about what was to come.

Kagome slammed her hand against the mouth of the phone, his rocking rekindle the fire in her belly.  “I-Inuyasha, no!” She nearly yelled, though her words had less heat considering she had practically moaned them out.  The position he held her him let him hit something deliciously carnal, and she collapsed against the wall when he moved the hand that had been at her breast to rub the highly sensitive nub between her legs.  How he managed to do this while holding her up was a mystery; she couldn’t think of anything beyond the sound of blood rushing in her ears and the intense desire to curl up and just let him have his way with her.

“…Kagome?  Are you there?  You better not have hung up on me, missus.”

Her mother’s voice reached her ears and Kagome realized that in bracing her hands against the wall, she had taken her hand off the speaker of the handset.  ‘Oh my god, I hope she didn’t hear anything.’ Lifting the handset back to her ears, she apologized shakily, desperately trying to ignore the jolts of pleasure from Inuyasha’s ministrations.

“U-uh…s-sorry, Mamaaa!” Her apology ended with an extended exclamation when Inuyasha gave a particularly hard thrust.  She bit her lip harshly in an attempt to choke down a moan.

Inuyasha mouthed something to her that she couldn’t understand, though she was sure her inability to focus had nothing to do with the way his hand and thrusts quickened.  

This time, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

“Kagome, is something going on over there?”

“I-it’s…ahhh…it’s n-nothing,” she stuttered out, eyes closing under the pressure building up inside her.

As if punishing Kagome for daring to call what they were doing ‘nothing,’ Inuyasha growled and began to rapidly quicken his pace, clamping down even harder on her legs so he had better control as she drove into her body at an inhuman pace.  He could feel her reaching her second release, and he knew his was fast approaching, and began to rapidly massage her clitoris to hasten her climax.

In a rather un-Kagome display, Kagome decided ‘to hell with it all’ and slammed the phone against the wall, uncaring of what her mother might hear on the other end.  She bent forward, though Inuyasha’s arm didn’t allow for much movement, and looked down at where they were joined, the perverted part of her brain deriving a sick joy at seeing his thick girth slide in and out of her spread legs, her breasts bouncing against his forearm.

“Ahhh…” She moaned uncontrollably as her first orgasm hit her out of nowhere, rolling through her in wave after wave after wave as Inuyasha kept up the ferocity of his pounding.  “Kami!” She thought she had gone blind until colors began to bounce under her lids from the sheer sinful exhaustion of coming repeatedly, when she finally heard Inuyasha let out a shout behind her and felt his hot liquid spurting into her for what felt like minutes.   He curled himself around her, keeping her from moving even an inch as he came into her, his own body shaking as his release did its damage.

For what felt like an eternity, there was no sound on either end.

“…Just…call me back later, Kagome.”

Then the dial tone.  Then quiet.

Kagome heard a wild laugh break the silence.  It took a second to realize that it had come from her.  Had she really just done that?  Her?  Kagome Higurashi of the Higurashi Shrine?  Had sex with a man with her mother on the phone?  She let out another delighted laugh for a reason she couldn’t describe.

All it took was the sound of heavy panting on her back to answer that question.  Inuyasha hadn’t seemed to have noticed her temporary lapse in sanity, still letting tiny, helpless whimpers out.

She realized that he had loosened his arms wrap around her legs and slowly pushed her legs to stand when her legs gave out before they even reached the ground.

“Woah!” She cried out dizzily as the sudden rush of blood to her legs left her head deeply deprived of oxygen, using the wall as her support.

That seemed to be the cue Inuyasha needed to wake up to the living again as he hurriedly leaned forward to catch her, though his own legs proved equally unreliable and he ended up clumsily crushing them both against the wall as they bent under the weight.

“Mmff,” he grunted out, struggling to push them up.  However, with his strength gone, Kagome slid off him quite easily, watching with some displeasure as his seed dripped down to her carpet floor.

‘Craaaap,’ she whined.  ‘I hope that doesn’t stain.’

Suddenly, it hit her why it was dripping from her legs to begin with.

“Inuyasha!” She yelled in panic, shaking him from his euphoric haze.  “We didn’t use a condom!”

To her confusion and disbelief, Inuyasha visibly relaxed.  “Oh, um…I know.”

Before he could explain, she shrieked, “What do you mean!?  What about STDs!  Or…” She paled a ghostly white.  “Oh my god…I could get pregnant…”  She combed a shaky hand through her hair at the thought.  Oddly, it wasn’t the thought of being pregnant itself so much as the unexpectedness that terrified her, but she would dwell on that later.

“W-wait!  Let me explain,” Inuyasha said as soothingly as he could.  He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, realizing that maybe he should have covered some of this with her before he literally just dove right in.  “I…uh…I’ve never, you know…done…this before…so…you know…I don’t have anything…And I wouldn’t contract anything from you because…err…your illnesses don’t really affect me.”  At the skeptical and perplexed look in her eyes, he sighed.  “I’ll explain later, alright?”  He figured he owed her that much, considering what she had just let him share with her.  “And you’re not in heat,” he stated bluntly.  “Not in…estrus…not fertile?” He tried, realizing that maybe his terminology wasn’t quite the same as hers.  “Whatever that word is for when human women can get pupped.”

He wasn’t even bothering to hide the strange way he talked anymore, Kagome noticed.  ‘Human women?  Pupped?’  She opened her mouth to ask all the questions that had accumulated when he raised a hand to stop her.

“I promise I’ll answer whatever you want later, but can we just…” He paused, trying to convey that he just wanted to hold her and lie down, acutely aware of the fact that he was nowhere near good enough for her now that he wasn’t under the very powerful spell called horniness.  For all he knew, this could be a one time thing, and while he would spend the rest of his life grateful for it, a sharp pang ran through his chest at the thought.  If that was the case, did that mean this was it?  He felt like a prisoner in his own mind, trying to come up with a way to say he wanted to cuddle her for his last supper.  …Damn, it sounded pathetic even in his head.  He sighed exhaustedly, not wanting to deal with the depressing thoughts at the moment.

“…just lie down?” Kagome guessed, sensing that something unpleasant was happening in his head, though his intentions were clear by the way he looked longingly at the bed.  When his eyes shot up to hers in surprise and an unmistakable happiness, she gave him a small smile.  “Sure.”

Now wasn’t the time to look a gift horse in the mouth.  He wrapped his arms around her and placed her gently on the bed – he wouldn’t let her walk to her bed even if she could – when she raised a hand to stop him before he could join her.

“Wait.  On three conditions.”

“Uh…okay!”  He tried not to sound so eager, but…he failed.

“One, you have to take your shirt off.”  It was off before she could even finish the sentence, and Kagome had to refrain from giggling at his earnest willingness.  He might not have taken it well if he took off his shirt and she laughed.  Clearing her throat to clear out the stifled giggle, she gave her second condition.  “Two, you have to meet my mother…eventually.”

He froze at that condition.  “What?” He asked meekly.

“There’s no way I am explaining what just happened on my own,” she stated matter-of-factly.

This time, it was Inuyasha’s turn to turn ghostly.  Her mother’s first impression of him would be…that she heard him have sex with her daughter over the phone.  That had to be the worst start with her mother that he could possibly have given himself.  Hadn’t he just berated himself earlier to think things through?  Though, he conceded, he would have never gotten his far with Kagome if he had.  

With a hesitant breath, he nodded.  “S-sure…” He gulped nervously at what he had just agreed to, not trusting his own vocal chords, and prayed the final condition wouldn’t be as daunting.

“Third, next time…I get to be on top,” she presented, a devious smirk on her face.

He didn’t understand what that meant for a moment.  ‘Huh?’  It clicked.  “Holy shit…Does that mean…?’ He had to fight a whoop of joy at her last condition, yelling out a yes and practically leaping onto the bed to join her.  He wrapped an arm around her to pull her close and drew the blanket up to cover them, feeling as if his chest was going to explode from all the emotion building up.

Perhaps this was all a dream.  In that case, he hoped he never woke.

Kagome giggled at his reaction, allowing herself to snuggle into his chest.  For once, she couldn’t care at all that by most measures, she barely knew Inuyasha.  They were doing nothing wrong, and this felt like the most right thing she had done in a long time.

She closed her eyes, the sleepiness starting to kick in, when Inuyasha roused her.

“Hey…Kagome?”

“Mmmm...?̶ 1; She mumbled out lazily.

With her head against his chest, she felt the nervous gulp and look up at him questioningly.

“I…uh…was thinking.” He started off, unable to make eye contact, as he tried to find the best way to ask.  “Do you…I don’t know…want to…do something with me…sometime?  Like…umm maybe a…date?  You don’t have to, of course!” He stammered out, wishing with all his life that he had the self-assurance and cockiness from a few minutes ago.

Thankfully, Kagome seemed to find it endearing, and gave him a smile that threw his heart into a frenzy – which, of course, she probably heard.  “Of course.  We’ll come up with something.  And don’t forget, I do intend of making you answer every last question I have,” she warned, though it sounded more sleepy than threatening.  When she heard his affirmative, she dropped her head down to his chest again, letting the rhythm of his breathing lull her to sleep.  

Inuyasha, however, couldn’t have fallen asleep even if he wanted.  The post-orgasmic exhaustion was all but gone after everything that had just happened.

If someone had told him in the morning that he would get to have sex with Kagome Higurashi that evening, he would have punched him for raising his hopes and then asked him where to make the next turn.

Turned out, however, he didn’t need a fortuneteller, Inuyasha thought with a genuinely happy grin as he held the naked, satisfied woman tighter.

And given what she was saying about meeting her mother ‘and being on top’ he thought gleefully, things were looking up for him.  With a shit-eating grin, he thought, ‘Fuck yeah!  I can’t wait to do this again!’

His grin disappeared when he remembered something dreadful.  ‘Damn it!  I still have to do that paper work!’

Meanwhile, Higurashi Household

With a shake of her head, Kagome’s mother set the phone back on its receiver as if in a daze.  She wasn’t sure if she wanted to smile or frown at what had just happened.  She hadn’t heard from Kagome for days, minus some cranky woman contacting her to let her know that Kagome was fine – which naturally only made her worry more – and after getting the truth out of Souta yesterday about his stunt with Craigslist (grounding Souta for life was now added to her agenda), she had been sick with worry.  Clearly, given the sound of Kagome’s…activities…of which she had been on the unfortunate receiving end, her concern was misplaced.  

Letting out a resignation, she picked up her grocery bags and began to put away the various items.

‘Really, I’m glad Kagome’s loosening up, but couldn’t they have waited until after she had hung up?’   She thought with a huff.  Hearing her daughter have sex over the phone had not been on her bucket list.  

‘Well, at least we’ll have something interesting to talk about this weekend.’

* Technically, according to the timeline of the story they met two days before, but since they were both knocked out the entire time, both Kagome and Inuyasha don’t realize that it’s been an additional day since then.

** I am no doctor, and so I have no idea when doctors are actually supposed to do this.  For the record, I did try to do some research about this, but figured 1) that most of you wouldn’t care enough to notice and 2) that it didn’t detract much from my story if I were wrong about this.

Author’s Note:

Whew!  This was a monster of a chapter to write, and I can’t believe it’s been a whole year :O  (Losiento!)!!  School and my studies have consumed my life, and I just haven’t had the time to write ?.  As you might have noticed, however, this chapter is significantly longer the other two combined , so perhaps that makes up for the long wait just a bit!

That being said, I apologize if some parts feel forced.  I wasn’t always in a writing mood when I had time but I did the best I could :/ (then, of course, I have my most prolific writing session in nearly a year, and it doesn’t get saved.  I have the best luck ever!!!).  I tried to make sure I covered most things, but sorry if I missed something as I ended up losing 3-4 thousand words and I was too lazy to try and recreate it perfectly.  As a result, there are bound to be parts that just don’t seem to flow entirely logically (e.g. Kagome probably should have done ____ but she didn’t).  Again, losiento.

I really didn’t want to go back and proofread (carefully, at least), so there may be some grammatical and spelling mistakes.  Feel free to point them out in a review if you catch one that particularly bothers you, and I will try to fix it and re-upload if I can.  And at the risk of sounding awkward, please leave some feedback on what you all thought of the lemon if you feel so inclined.  It’s the longest one I’ve written so far (as it’s the first consensual one), and I feel like I’m a terrible judge of my own writing when it comes to this stuff.  Regardless of all this, I hope that you are well and that you enjoyed this chapter!

The next and last chapter would largely be a “tie-the-loose-ends” chapter.  I had originally intended to put their date and the lemon in this final chapter, but I figured I had kept you all waiting for so long that (especially if it takes me for-fucking-ever to get the next chapter up) that would be unnecessary.  Anyway, since I hit on the major plot points I wanted to this chapter, let me know if there’s any interest in a final chapter (more like an epilogue really) at all, because if not, I’ll spend that time working on other things (since I don’t feel a huge need for an epilogue).  You people that actually read dreadfully long author’s notes will be the deciding votes!  For now, though, I’m marking this story complete.

On a quick sidenote: I will be putting up a poll on my fanfiction.net account with a few story summaries I’ve been wanting to write/post for a while (some of which I have already started).  I’m not going to do any work on these stories until I get the next chapter of one of my existing stories up, but I like having a few projects to work on at a time as my muse is fickle and restless.  Anyway, check out my profile in the next few days if you’re interested in voting and read the note to get more info!