InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Hold Back ❯ Don't Hold Back ( Chapter 1 )

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

A/N – Well, well, I managed to post another story in less than six years this time!  This started off as a silly little idea for a lemon where I could write some dirty talk (which I’ve never really done before).  But as is typical with me, it ended up exploring in a more serious way one possible interpretation of their post-manga relationship.  I hope both aspects are enjoyable. 

 

 

Don’t Hold Back

 

 

Kagome fiddled with her clothing for the umpteenth time, checking once again to make sure the various parts of her outfit rested where they were supposed to.  Why was she so nervous?  Had she not dressed like this hundreds of times before?  But it wasn’t really the outfit, she knew.  It was what she intended to accomplish while wearing it. 

 

She had returned to the past about six months ago.  It had taken her and Inuyasha a few months to finally admit their feelings and what they wanted from each other—because of course it had; they were who they were.  Then another month to plan the wedding and finish their home.  And finally, about two months ago, they had begun living together as husband and wife. 

 

It had been wonderful.  Just knowing that he would be waiting for her at home when she finished her miko duties brightened her day, her very outlook on life, more than she ever thought possible.  And when he was out on a job, the knowledge that he would be anxious to get home to her warmed her heart, and often her body as well.  Their love life, after a predictably virginal and awkward start, had truly blossomed.  Inuyasha’s confidence had grown by leaps and bounds since those early days.  Her husband was attentive to her needs and seemed to care more for her pleasure than his own.  That devotion, when coupled with his rapidly accumulating knowledge of her likes and dislikes, the things that made her breath hitch and drove her wild with need…well, it was turning into a dangerous and delicious combination.  One that had her own libido burgeoning to match, as well as her desire to drive him equally wild in return. 

 

And there was the rub.  Because Inuyasha didn’t go wild, at least not like she believed he could.  The tenor of their lovemaking ranged from slow and reverent—so much so that it never failed to draw tears to her eyes—to firmer and more lust-driven.  But even at the latter end of the spectrum, she sometimes sensed that Inuyasha was holding back.  And while most of the time she was perfectly happy making love within their normal range, occasionally she found herself wanting…more.  Wanting her hanyou husband to fully let himself go, to really show her what that tantalizingly muscled and impossibly strong body could do.  To take her like the demon that he was. 

 

Tonight, she vowed, she would either get to savor that experience or make a complete fool of herself trying.  Even now, she wasn’t entirely confident in her plan, or in the reasons why this was even an issue in the first place.  She assumed that Inuyasha was afraid of accidentally hurting her.  His demonic blood logically meant he could do anything a human man could do in the bedroom, and then some.  The ‘and then some’ part of that equation was probably what worried him.  Or maybe he couldn’t wrap his head around the possibility that a woman might actually want her man to be a bit of a ‘demon in the sack,’ so to speak.  It was probably a novel concept for him that a human could actually appreciate his demonic features—the things which had resulted in him being ostracized for much of his life—at all.  But she did!  She loved when he brought his fangs into their play.  She loved when he teased her with his claws.  And she made damn sure he knew it, too.  But that apparently wasn’t enough to convince him to truly let go.  Of course, his reticence could always be explained by simple nervousness, or just that he liked what they had and didn’t want to mess it up.  More than likely, it was a combination of all of the above. 

 

Whatever the reason or reasons, the end result was the same.  Her husband was overcautious with her.  And in typical Inuyasha fashion, rather than discussing his concerns openly with her, he bottled it up and took the burden upon himself.  It was somewhat frustrating, even though he had always been that way.  He had grown more open with her over the course of their journey, but obviously there was still progress to be made.  And that was honestly fine, so long as they were making progress.  Hopefully tonight would mark a step in the right direction.  Because if he had admitted his concerns, she would have already told him—and shown him—several things which he would probably find most interesting.  One: she was not as fragile as he thought.  Two: she could take more than he thought.  And three: she did not always want to make love.  Sometimes she just wanted to…to fuck, for lack of a better term.  And she wanted to do it with the demonic man she had fallen in love with.  Unrestrained.  Unleashed. 

 

In any case, Kagome knew that she couldn’t allow Inuyasha to continue to hold himself back with her, for either of their sakes.  She hoped he wouldn’t require too much convincing.  She had tried to encourage him a few times with subtle hints, but he either ignored them or didn’t understand.  Probably the latter, since her ‘subtle hints’ were likely unclear or objectively terrible.  So, how to go about being more obvious with her intentions?  Well, for starters, she told herself as she slapped her cheeks encouragingly, no more pussyfooting around.  Second, tease and seduce, both of which also played into the third aspect of her plan, namely her outfit.  It seemed natural to dress sexily when attempting seduction, but she didn’t have any clothing which was made for that purpose.  And it wasn’t like she could simply go to the store and buy some lingerie.  She snickered.  Inuyasha would probably get a nosebleed and pass out if she wore anything like that.  What she did have was her old yellow bag, which she had brought back to the feudal era after her middle school graduation out of pure habit more than anything else.  She had left said bag in Kaede’s hut before going off to fight in the final battle against Naraku, and obviously had no opportunity to retrieve it before being trapped in the modern era.  So the bag sat in Kaede’s home for three long years, undisturbed except for Sango occasionally removing the clothes and washing them so they didn’t get too musty. 

 

Kagome was grateful for Sango’s consideration, for maintaining hope that one day she would return.  If this went well, she would have to thank Sango, and graciously accept whatever teasing her friend would bestow upon her if the reason for her gratitude came to light.  Of course, this plan of hers could just as easily fail in spectacular fashion.  Inuyasha could take one look at her in her spare middle school uniform and be completely turned off.  But she didn’t think so.  It hadn’t been this way in the beginning of their journey, but toward the end there had definitely been some sexual tension between them, especially after their near-kiss in her bedroom.  She had caught Inuyasha staring at her several times, an element of real heat in his gaze.  Far from upsetting her, these observations never failed to quicken her own heartbeat.  Because by then she had long since taken notice of how physically attractive he himself was.  Not just his face, which she had always thought was handsome—at least when he wasn’t scowling or yelling at her.  No, here she was remembering the times when she got to observe or even touch him while shirtless, usually while bandaging his injuries.  She never ogled him when he was seriously hurt, thank you very much.  But when the danger had passed, such was when she was removing bandages after his healing abilities had done their work, she started to take time to admire his muscular chest, his toned stomach with clearly-defined abdominals, his strong biceps and forearms.  And now that she had repeatedly seen all of him during their two months of marriage, well, let’s just say that fifteen-year-old Kagome had ample reason to be enamored. 

 

For Inuyasha’s part, when he gazed at her back then, his attention had usually been directed at her legs, which were by far the most exposed part of her body in this uniform.  And boy were they exposed!  It was kind of funny.  She used to feel perfectly comfortable in this uniform, but after six months of adjusting to much more conservative feudal era garb, the skirt felt positively scandalous.  It made her realize how much of a spectacle she must have made of herself during their journey.  In this time period, once they grew out of girlhood, most women dressed quite modestly.  Most of the villages the Inu-tachi had stopped at during their quest had been similar to Kaede’s—small, where everybody knew everybody, and where everybody distrusted outsiders in general.  Those places were usually no problem.  Miroku could con their way into being granted a place to sleep for the night, or they could pay for a room, even if there was no inn.  But occasionally their travels would take them to a larger town, places that were guaranteed to have an inn and which attracted a more transient population—traveling merchants, warriors for hire, etc.  People with money to spend, in other words.  And where there was money to be spent, there were undoubtedly going to be, shall way say, ‘women of a certain profession.’ 

 

It had only occurred to Kagome today, while thinking about her plan, that she might have been confused for a ‘woman of a certain profession’ due to her style of dress.  Looking back, it all made sense.  The fact that Inuyasha hated going into lager towns, yet would never tell them why.  His snarly and standoffish behavior to anyone who showed interest in the group.  Because they probably weren’t showing interest in the group, but rather her in particular.  She had even asked Sango about his strange behavior once, to which the taijiya kind of grimaced, stating enigmatically that Inuyasha was probably just trying to make sure they were safe.  Because obviously Sango had understood what naïve, fifteen-year-old Kagome had not. 

 

Now that she comprehended what Inuyasha had done for her, she was grateful and vowed to make sure he knew it.  Because that ‘y-y-you think I’m a prostitute?!’ conversation with a strange man?  That would have been awful.  And humiliating.  And depressing.  She wore the school uniform for a number of reasons, one of which was an attempt to keep some connection to her home, her family.  To have that inadvertently flung back in her face by an unknowing stranger would have shaken her severely. 

 

Of course, the whole ‘prostitute, not prostitute’ thing was probably not the only thing that had flown right over naïve, fifteen-year-old Kagome’s head over the course of their travels.  But she was decidedly less naïve now, and she was definitely no longer fifteen.  Her body had filled out over the last three and a half years.  She had lost what remained of her baby fat, and based on the way the uniform fit, her hips were a little wider and her breasts a bit fuller.  If anything, it felt like the skirt rode up even higher on her thighs than it used to, though that could be her imagination.  Simply put, she felt sexy as hell, like a full-fledged woman dressed up as a ‘naughty schoolgirl’ for Halloween.  The uniform itself wasn’t even the only ‘naughty’ thing about her at the moment, though Inuyasha wouldn’t find out about her special surprise unless things were going well.  She hoped all of this would give her confidence once he got home, because this seduction thing was relatively new for her, and she had proven somewhat awkward at it.  But she was as prepared, physically and mentally, as she was going to get. 

 

Which was fortunate, because Inuyasha should be home soon.  He and Miroku had left this morning on a job at a nearby village, estimating that they would return around sundown.  Sure enough, within the next half hour she felt her husband’s aura brushing up against her outstretched spiritual senses.  His youki hummed against her reiki, as if in greeting, and he quickened his pace, obviously happy to be home.  It brought a smile to her face, which she decided to keep, though she did quirk it in what she hoped was a sensual manner.  Then, after checking her appearance one final time, she willed her body to relax into a less stiff posture, turned toward the door and waited.

 

“Hey, Kag—” he began as he pushed aside the mat covering the door, only to freeze completely when he caught sight of her.  His eyes flew wide, and for several moments he simply stared, dumbfounded.  Perhaps she should have made a move then and there, but she suddenly felt like a deer caught in headlights and didn’t know what to do.  Finally, after the silence had stretched on long enough to become uncomfortable, Inuyasha tore his gaze away and rubbed the back of his neck. 

 

“What—uh, what are you doing dressed like that?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.  As though he didn’t even suspect that she was trying to seduce him.  Not a great start. 

 

“Oh!  I-I-I was just, um…seeing if it still fit!” 

 

She groaned internally.  No!  That’s not what I meant to say!  She had planned to lead with something sexy and cool, like ‘I thought you might like to see me in my old uniform again.  What do you think, Inuyasha?  How do I look?’  But no, of course she couldn’t pull off sexy and cool.  Instead she had panicked and babbled the first semi-coherent thought she could assemble in her brain. 

 

“Oh.  Well…it looks like it does,” he replied awkwardly. 

 

“Thanks, I thought so too,” she blurted out, before immediately cringing.  No, Kagome!  Get it together!  Sexy and cool, remember?  SEXY AND COOL!!!

 

“Did you eat dinner?” he asked, moving toward the fire, which she had already started in the interests of warmth and light.  Fantastic.  Her husband, who she was supposed to be seducing, was already thinking about food.  This was it.  She needed to salvage this pitiful situation right now, or she might as well forget the whole thing and go to bed. 

 

“Inuyasha, wait!” she exclaimed, which at least drew his attention.  Too bad she didn’t know what to do with it. 

 

“I…well, I…I mean, I thought maybe you’d…ugh!  Never mind!” she wailed, burying her face in her hands.  It was official: she didn’t have a seductive bone in her entire body. 

 

“Hey, what’s wrong?  Are you sick?” Inuyasha asked, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.  Somehow that comment made Kagome feel even more depressed.  She was trying to be sexy for her husband, and he thought she was sick.  That was the single lamest thing she’d ever heard.  She squeezed her eyes shut against the pair of angry tears which sprouted there, still hiding her face in her hands. 

 

“Kagome?” he inquired, his tone now elevated with worry.  He grasped her hands, gently moving them so he could get a look at her face.  Kagome lowered her chin in an attempt to hide behind her bangs, but he was persistent, his fingers coming to rest upon her cheek and tenderly encouraging her to raise her head.  She did so reluctantly, her eyes widening as she took in his visage, now darkened with concern.  She leaned into his hand automatically, allowing her lips to drift into a shy smile.  Why was she so discombobulated?  This was Inuyasha she was talking about.  Even if she made a complete fool of herself, he’d try to comfort her rather than ridiculing her.  Some of their awkward early attempts at making love had demonstrated that.  Once, she’d accidentally kneed him in the balls so hard that he’d been left writhing on the futon for several minutes, and she’d cried herself into a miserable mess thinking that she’d broken her husband’s junk and would never get to have kids now.  If they could look back on that little episode and laugh, they could find humor in anything. 

 

Of course they could.  Again, this was Inuyasha.  The same Inuyasha who risked his life to protect her countless times.  The same Inuyasha who cried for her when he thought she was dead.  The same Inuyasha who made her medicine when she was sick, carried her all over feudal Japan on his back, always made sure she was fed and safe and…

 

Wait a minute.  Wait a minute.  Maybe she didn’t have to write this seduction attempt off as a failure just yet.  She could talk about the past, couldn’t she?  That seemed much easier than coming up with ‘sexy and cool’ things to say on the fly.  Sure, it would be a little different, but it wasn’t as though she had never reflected upon past events through a sensual lens before.  Mind made up, she gently removed Inuyasha’s hand from her face, lowering and grasping it in both of her own. 

 

“I actually wanted to reminisce,” she told him.  “About our journey.” 

 

He adopted a nostalgic smile at that, though his relief at her brightened mood was clear also. 

 

“These school uniforms of mine went through a lot,” she began.  “Remember all the close calls we had?  All the times you whisked me out of danger?” 

 

“I remember.  You were a magnet for trouble.” 

 

“Remember all the times I saved your behind?” she challenged, a slight edge to her tone. 

 

“Never happened, wench,” he declared, but she could tell by his smirk that he was just messing with her.  She rolled her eyes dramatically. 

 

“Remember how you carried me on your back?” she posed, her voice softer, deeper.  “You would hold my bare thighs in your hands.  These…strong, dependable hands would hold my legs so tightly…yet so tenderly,” she recalled, bringing said appendage up and running her fingers over his skin as she lost herself in the memories.  “Sometimes these claws of yours, which could tear enemies to shreds with ease, would prick my skin just a little, and it felt…really nice.  Do you…remember, Inuyasha?” 

 

Here she paused, holding her breath as she continued to run the pads of her fingers over his claws, not daring to look at his face until he responded.  He was silent for several anxious seconds. 

 

“How could I forget?” he finally spoke, in a low, heavy tone with a hint of a growl behind it.  Kagome glanced up at him and had to refrain from doing a little happy dance at the heat in his expression.  At last, her husband understood what she was up to.  She wasn’t a complete rube when it came to seduction, after all!  In fact, it looked like he would have absolutely no qualms about her leaping into his arms and kissing him senseless.  But no, she had other plans.  She needed to get him fully riled up before she gave into his desires, or her own.  And now, she knew just how to do it. 

 

“Do you remember how you confessed to thinking that I smelled nice?”

 

He stepped toward her, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.  His raised eyebrow was met with one of her own, a look of mock reprimand gracing her features.  He chuckled, then favored her with a grin that caused one of his fangs to poke alluringly over his bottom lip. 

 

“I’ve always liked your scent, Ka-go-me,” he confessed, enunciating her name in that slow, intimate way of his.  He leaned down and pressed his nose against her wrist, closing his eyes and leisurely drawing a full lungful of air through his nostrils, then exhaling at the same pace.  His smile turned blissful, as though he was savoring every iota of her scent.  Then his golden orbs settled on her once more, now boring into her surprised brown. 

 

“Fucking delicious,” he rumbled. 

 

Kagome’s knees went weak; she barely managed to keep her balance.  She barely resisted the temptation to rub her thighs together.  Growly, sensual Inuyasha was already sexy enough.  But the fact that he was actively playing along with her game?  That was a massive turn-on.  No!  Get it together, Kagome.  You can’t lose at your own game!  It was time to go back on the offensive. 

 

“C-Can I tell you a secret?” she proposed, stuttering only once as she recovered her wits. 

 

“Oh?  What secrets have you been keeping from me, wife?” 

 

She chuckled mischievously.  “Wouldn’t you like to know, husband?  I will tell you one though,” she offered, turning to her left and beginning to leisurely amble along a path which would eventually take her in a full circle around his body.  Her outstretched hand traced a trail along his torso as she moved.  His simmering gaze followed her every move, though he remained silent, waiting for her to continue. 

 

“I’ve always liked your scent as well,” she finally admitted, biting her lip coquettishly. 

 

“Really?” he muttered doubtfully, though his casual façade was ruined by his ears perking straight up atop his head. 

 

“Yes,” she replied easily, enjoying his rapt attention despite his attempts to pretend otherwise.  “When I would…ride on your back,” she continued, her emphasis of that verb causing a slight hitch in his breath, “do you remember how I would sometimes press my face against you?  You probably thought I was just hiding from the wind.”  He nodded hesitantly, disbelievingly.  “Sometimes I was.  But other times, I was actually—”

 

Here she cut off her words, stepping swiftly around behind him, moving so close that she could feel the heat radiating off his body.  Then she pressed her face into his upper back and inhaled deeply through her nose, much as he had done moments earlier.  She felt Inuyasha stiffen, an unintentional, pleasured growl escaping him as he realized what she was doing. 

 

“The forest after a light rain,” she stated dreamily, stepping away from him and resuming her lazy circle.  “A sun-kissed meadow just as winter turns to spring.  Nature itself, Inuyasha.  That’s what your scent is to me.  Along with just a hint of manly…musk that makes me…”  She trailed off, sighing yearningly.  She couldn’t see his face from her position, but the full-body shudder which passed through him made her want to pat herself on the back.  Her words were probably so convincing because they were true, every single one.  Even that sigh wasn’t that much of an act.  He could probably smell quite clearly how that long sampling of his scent, as well as their game in general, were affecting her. 

 

She continued around to the front of him, observing his rigid posture, his furrowed brow, the burgeoning hunger in his gaze.  Clearly after hearing her confession, the game had become real for him.  Even if she didn’t accomplish her objective tonight, she was glad that she had told him.  He deserved to know how attractive he was, how much he captivated her without even trying, just by being himself.  It almost made her regret what she had to do next. 

 

She turned and strode away from him several steps, her hands fidgeting uncomfortably in front of her, which wasn’t entirely an act either. 

 

“Do you remember the few times we went into larger towns, and sometimes…men would stare at me?”  She wasn’t surprised by his vicious growl, but it did confirm her suspicions regarding those encounters.  “I used to think that they just thought I was weird, but now…”

 

“They were staring at your legs, Kagome,” he replied angrily.  “And your ass.  They thought you were…loose, because of your clothes.  They wondered if you would…”  He couldn’t continue, nor did she want him to. 

 

“I know.  Now, at least.  But…you were there for me, weren’t you, Inuyasha?” she observed, turning back to face him with a grateful smile.  “You scared off anyone who wanted to look at me…to touch me…didn’t you?” 

 

“Mine,” he uttered softly, then immediately tensed, as though he hadn’t meant to.  Then he shook his head and apparently decided to plow ahead.  “You’re mine, Kagome.  You were always mine, even back then.” 

 

“I was, and I am,” she acknowledged, holding his gaze steadily.  “Just like you are mine.” 

 

He nodded in agreement, some but not all of the tension leaving his shoulders.  Kagome wondered if pushing his protective and possessive buttons had been the right call.  For her plan, probably so.  That didn’t mean she enjoyed doing it.  But she did want him to know that she appreciated what he’d done for her.  Still, she didn’t like the troubled look in his eyes.  She strode over to him and enfolded him in a warm embrace.  His arms circled around her immediately, pulling her even closer.  He buried his nose in her hair, breathing in her scent, the action causing a needy grown to rumble within his chest.  She giggled as she realized why—yes, she was still quite aroused.  Her laughter seemed to brighten his own mood, as he continued to scent her hair while his hands began roaming her body.  They remained in safe areas at first—massaging her upper arms and shoulders, running gently through her hair—but she knew they would soon grow more daring and venture into the areas where she truly craved his touch.  Before that happened, she needed to finish what she’d started.  She was nearly done, which was fortunate because she didn’t know how much longer she could resist his ministrations. 

 

“Did you look at my legs, Inuyasha?” she asked, attempting to convey with her light tone that she already knew the answer and wasn’t upset.  “At…my ass?” 

 

He hesitated a moment, but evidently her intent came through and he nodded against her hair. 

 

“Did you…try to peek under my skirt?” 

 

“Keh!” he scoffed.  “You would’ve ‘sat’ me straight to hell, woman.” 

 

She grinned, tilting her head up to gaze deeply, meaningfully into his eyes. 

 

“I would have, but only from embarrassment.  The truth is, at least toward the end of our journey…I wouldn’t have minded you wanting to see me.  Because…I wanted to see you too.” 

 

“Kagome,” he murmured, his golden orbs now shining with a rich tapestry of emotion.  The love he now showed her openly every day, even if he rarely spoke of it.  The happiness which graced his life since she returned to his side.  The need to possess, to cherish, to remind her to whom she belonged.  And finally, a deep, ardent yearning which was rapidly growing to overshadow everything else.  He leaned down to capture her lips, to end their game and ignite their passions.  Kagome turned away slightly, nuzzling his cheek affectionately.  She had but one card left to play, before she surrendered to their mutual desires. 

 

“Can I tell you one more secret, Inuyasha?” she inquired breathily. 

 

“Wh-What is it?” 

 

She tugged lightly on his forelock, encouraging him to lean his head down so she could stand on tip-toe and whisper in his ear. 

 

“I’m not wearing anything under my skirt tonight.” 

 

A ravenous growl surged through him at that, vibrating through Kagome all the way down to her toes.  In the next instant, his lips crashed over hers, one hand pressing against her lower back, clutching her to him, while the other slipped underneath her skirt and cupped her bare ass, verifying the truth of her statement.  Apparently, she realized dazedly, the idea of her waiting for him in this skirt with nothing on underneath was just as big a turn-on for him as it had been for her.  He had never kissed her quite like this before.  She had experienced his hunger, to be sure, but never this all-consuming.  His kiss seemed desperate, insatiable, as though he would never be able to get enough of her, but would spend his entire life trying.  Perhaps that analogy was closer to the truth than she initially realized, for she soon felt the same rapacious need boiling in her own veins, and she was not content to simply let him have his way with her.  At least, not yet. 

 

Without breaking contact with his lips, she bent her knees and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as his hands automatically moved to support her.  The sudden movement threw off his balance just slightly, but it was enough to allow her to use her newfound height advantage to regain some initiative.  Their tongues battled for dominance between them, each trying to outduel the other.  But unlike her husband’s, Kagome’s hands were free.  She used them to great effect, one stroking the fine hairs at the base of his neck, while the other slithered up to a furry, triangular ear and massaged it firmly.  She swallowed his gasp, taking the opportunity to invade his mouth, her tongue seeking his fangs as she imagined what they might soon due to her flesh in this fervent atmosphere they had created.  Inuyasha’s knees buckled, jostling her slightly, but he didn’t let them fall.  Her talented fingers continued their onslaught against both his ear and his sanity, keeping him suspended in a submissive state, completely at her mercy. 

 

Finally he tore his head away from her enrapturing grasp, and having had her fun, Kagome let him go.  She was now incredibly interested in what he planned to do for her in response.  His vivid gaze locked onto her vulnerable neck, which now rested at the perfect height for him, and she automatically raised her chin and turned her head to the side, exposing herself fully.  His appreciative growl made her entire body tense, her breath hitching in her throat.  The first caress of his lips against her tender flesh, just below her jawline, had her moaning aloud.  Her hips began gyrating of their own accord, rubbing her sodden core against his stomach through the barrier of their clothing.  Still, Inuyasha resisted giving her what she wanted, teasing her with his feather-light kisses as he meandered down one side of her neck and back up the other.  Now her moans took on a frustrated edge, her hands fisting in his robes as she begged him without words to…she didn’t even know what she was begging him for, to be honest.  More of everything.  More of him.  Just more. 

 

He chuckled against her neck, prompting her to reach for his ear again, only to drop her hand back to his shoulder and hang on for dear life as she felt the first delicious press of his fangs against the soft skin of her neck.  A strangled gasp escaped her, her spine going rigid as she tried to simultaneously lean away from the intensity of the stimulation and pull herself even closer to him.  She had experienced his fangs and claws before, and had loved almost every moment.  But it had never been like this.  Perhaps because her intent this evening had been to get him to stop holding back his demonic nature during lovemaking, her entire being was now focused on his most obviously demonic features.  Where were they?  What were they doing?  And most importantly, were they touching her? 

 

They were now.  Much to her delight, Inuyasha continued to trace the tender flesh of her neck with his fangs, never breaking the skin, his tongue laving and soothing in their wake.  One of his hands still maintained its grip on her ass while the other settled into her side, underneath her shirt, all ten of his claws making their tantalizing presence felt.  It was almost too much, and yet nowhere near enough.  Kagome sensed his cock below her, now rock hard, and dropped her hips so she could gyrate against it directly.  They both groaned at this new pleasure, though soon enough Inuyasha’s hand at her side shifted down to her hip, curtailing her desperate movement.  She whined in disappointment, but she could understand him not wanting to finish so soon.  In his pants was the last place she intended for him to finish tonight. 

 

The spell they had cast over each other momentarily broken, Kagome fully realized how aroused she was, how hotly she burned for Inuyasha’s touch in the place where she needed it the most.  Normally she loved their foreplay, how they languidly touched, tasted and teased each other.  But not tonight.  Her patience had already completely deserted her.  She kissed him, her lips breaking over his like a great wave, hard and insistent.  Judging by the way he kissed her back, she suspected that Inuyasha was just as eager. 

 

He tore his lips away, glancing around the room, obviously looking for something in particular.  Kagome didn’t realize what it was until he carried her over and set her down on a hard surface, her back leaning against the wall.  It was the storage chest they kept along the wall farthest from the doorway, she realized.  She glanced up at him questioningly, only to find him standing before her, already working the ties to his robes, his eyes practically aflame with intensity.  Get out of those clothes, wench, he seemed to say, or I’ll tear them off you.  And as mindbogglingly hot as that would be, she didn’t want to ruin the only school uniform she had.  Because there was no way in hell this was going to be the last time she wore it for him. 

 

She struggled to remove the ribbon and fumbled with the fastenings of her blouse, her fingers hopelessly uncoordinated.  Above her, Inuyasha smirked at her discomfiture, but he seemed to be having just as much trouble with his own clothing.  Finally he snarled in frustration and yanked his robes up and over his head, tossing them to the side.  Kagome’s jaw dropped, her hands stilling.  He stood there for a moment, his loosened hakama slung sinfully low on his hips, baring his entire upper body to her hungry gaze.  He glared ravenously down at her, his lusty, fanged grin causing her insides to flutter and clench.  His hardened cock pitched a massive tent in his hakama, as though it was about to burst through the fabric in its haste to reach her.  Was he planning to fuck her on top of the storage chest?  If so, she had no complaints.  She would probably get some light bruises from the hard surface, but she didn’t care.  She just wanted him, wherever and however. 

 

He squatted down before her and started to work on the ties at his ankles, never breaking eye contact.  Finally Kagome regained control of her faculties and managed to finish removing her shirt.  His eyes widened as he discovered that she had worn no undergarment over her breasts either, his expression somehow growing even more voracious.  She reached down with quivering fingers and drew down the zipper at the side of her skirt, preparing to remove that garment as well. 

 

“Wait!” he exclaimed, the first words either of them had spoken since the conclusion of their game.  His hands reached out and grasped hers, pulling them away from the loosened upper hem of her skirt.  Kagome frowned in confusion, which only deepened when a flush spread across his face, neck and chest.  She thought it might be from embarrassment, but that couldn’t be right, could it?  And yet, it certainly appeared so.  He fidgeted nervously, his eyes flitting around for a few seconds before he finally gathered his courage and looked at her. 

 

“Leave it on,” he murmured softly, his expression somewhat guarded, as though he feared making a fool of himself. 

 

An amused smile instantly blossomed on Kagome’s features.  So he wanted to fuck her with her skirt on?  Again, she had no complaints.  It wasn’t as though the idea held no appeal for her.  Just the opposite, in fact.  And she couldn’t have him thinking there was something wrong with him for wanting such a thing.  Grinning mischievously, she delicately reached over and zipped her skirt back up, then crossed her legs and rested her hands on her knee, raising an eyebrow at him suggestively.  Well, I’m ready, Inuyasha.  What’s taking you so long? 

 

His confidence restored, Inuyasha renewed his attempts to finish untying his hakama with gusto.  Kagome giggled under her breath.  If those ankle ties didn’t come undone soon, he looked ready to literally rip his pants from his body.  She could help him…but no, not when the idea of him tearing his pants off in front of her made her want to reach down between her legs and get started without him.  Instead she settled for allowing one of her hands to sneak up to her breast, her fingers absently toying with a nipple.  The stimulation caused her to bite her lower lip and groan impatiently.  Inuyasha’s eyes followed her every move, which probably made it even harder for him to focus on undoing the ties.  The hint of menace in his golden orbs told her she was playing with fire.  Somehow, that playful warning just excited her even more. 

 

At last, he finished with the ties and stood, shoving his hakama down to pool around his ankles.  He made quick work of his fundoshi, tossing it across the room.  Then, gloriously bare and fully aroused, he moved to join her.  But instead of taking her in his arms and positioning himself between her legs, as she expected, he knelt before her and drew her knees apart, raising her thighs to rest upon his shoulders.  He lifted and repositioned her ass so she was resting at the edge of the storage chest, then ducked his head underneath her skirt and inhaled deeply, taking in her weeping core by both sight and scent.  Kagome nearly sobbed as she realized his true intentions.  Her body was already strung tight; she could only imagine how intense and amazing this would feel. 

 

She didn’t have long to wait.  She cried out as Inuyasha’s tongue lapped at her with no hesitation, no preparation.  Gone were the moist kisses, the tentative flicks of his tongue designed to test her responses, the gradual buildup to a wonderful finish.  Her husband simply devoured her, not so much giving pleasure as wringing it from her, while at the same time relentlessly satiating his own needs to taste, to drink of the elixir that was Kagome.  It was almost too much, but at the same time, exactly what she needed.  She could take it.  She could take the intensity, the way her lungs heaved for air, the way her body seized uncontrollably, the string of curses and indecipherable moans which fell unbidden from her lips.  She could take it all. 

 

Her head thunked lightly against the wall at her back.  She couldn’t calm her body’s writhing, not when Inuyasha was devouring her so thoroughly.  It was a bit uncomfortable, the wall pressing against her spine and bending her forward, but the overwhelming sensations blasting through her core overrode everything else.  Being semi-upright did grant her the unique opportunity to watch him at work, to observe every movement of his talented tongue and glimpse in his eyes how much the taste of her affected him.  If only the damn skirt weren’t blocking her view.  She reached down and flipped it out of the way, revealing her gluttonous husband’s countenance to her gaze.  He locked eyes with her, then gave her an amorous smirk, the effect only enhanced by the moisture clinging to his lips, cheeks and nose.  Her moisture.  But instead of diving back in like she fervently wanted, he withdrew completely. 

 

His smirk widened at her cry of despair.  She reached for him, fully intent on grabbing a fistful of silver hair and shoving his face back where it belonged.  But he snagged her wrist out of the air, placing a playful nip to her thumb.  Kagome was feeling anything but playful.  She was just contemplating rearing back and kicking him in the head—because screw it, some situations just called for violence—when he leaned forward, took the bottom hem of her skirt in his teeth, and drew it back over her hips and thighs.  Then, with a searing look that set her insides dancing anew, he ducked under her skirt once more and resumed his attentions in earnest. 

 

It took Kagome’s pleasure-addled mind a minute or so to wrap itself around what had just occurred.  She had flipped her skirt up, and Inuyasha had put it back.  He liked having her skirt draped over his head as he ate her out.  And if that wasn’t the sexiest realization ever.  She could see his ears twitching underneath the fabric, twin lumps attuned to her every sigh and groan.  She wanted to touch them, to return some of the pleasure he was giving her, but then he might stop, and she didn’t think she could handle that a second time.  Especially not when that special coil inside of her was already winding impossibly tight.  She wasn’t going to last much longer. 

 

Even with that knowledge, her orgasm still surprised her.  She careened toward it and exploded, only to discover that this oblivion was transitory, as her husband held his tongue against her, massaging her in a circular motion.  He inserted two fingers inside of her shuddering pussy, burrowing in and out of her, driving her toward a second orgasm which would somehow be even more earth-shattering than the first.  Then his lips settled around her engorged clit and sucked gently, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub.  With a choked scream she came apart completely, her mind going white, her heart threatening to soar from her breast.  Her body spasmed violently, dislodging her ass from the edge of the storage chest.  This might have resulted in a painful collision with the various hard surfaces underneath her, had Inuyasha’s reflexes not been so adept.  He caught her, bless him, holding her gently to him as her limbs flopped bonelessly, as her body continued to shudder and quake rebelliously, well beyond any semblance of control.  She dimly felt him lay her down on a soft surface, resting his arm around her waist as he lay next to her, but otherwise not touching her.  She turned her head toward him automatically, seeking his comfort.  He placed a tender kiss to her forehead, then caressed her cheek with his other hand.  She rested her face against his fingers, the corners of her lips quirking up as she continued to gulp air in her ongoing struggle to supply the oxygen her body craved. 

 

It was some time before her heart rate and breathing slowed to what could reasonably be defined as normal.  When at last she opened her eyes, she found Inuyasha lying on his side facing her, gazing at her with at least a modest level of concern.  The smile she gave him then must have been truly dazzling, to chase the majority of it away.  She wanted to thank him, but words felt inadequate.  That had been beyond anything she’d ever felt before, beyond anything she’d ever expected to feel.  She turned her head just enough to place a kiss to his palm, her half-lidded gaze intended to convey everything she was feeling right now.  He blushed adorably under her attention, grinning shyly, suggesting that perhaps words were not needed, after all. 

 

But as much as she wanted to bask in his love and treasure this moment, Kagome soon realized something that soured her spirits.  Most of the rampant hunger from earlier had vanished from Inuyasha’s features.  Somewhere over the course of watching her recover from her incredible orgasms, he had lost that irrepressible drive which she just knew was going to get her what she wanted and bring her plan to a satisfactory conclusion.  She glanced down at his body and sure enough, his cock was now only at half-mast.  She took some comfort from the fact that he hadn’t gone completely soft on her, but still, she had screwed up royally.  And she didn’t have the energy or the focus to go through the whole seduction thing again.  It might not even work a second time, especially after he’d apparently been worried that she’d overdone it.  That he’d overdone it.  Her only hope was to be honest with him, which was perhaps the approach she should have taken in the first place.  But then they might have missed out on their activities thus far, and she didn’t think either of them would trade that experience for anything. 

 

“What’s wrong?” Inuyasha asked suddenly.  “Are you sick?” he continued with a hesitant smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

 

Kagome laughed despite herself.  “No, you baka, I’m not sick.  I just…”  She trailed off knowing now that she needed words, and struggling to find the right ones. 

 

“Seriously, Kagome,” he stated gravely, “if I…did something wrong, just tell me.” 

 

Kagome kicked herself internally, belatedly realizing that he was misinterpreting her hesitation.  Inuyasha was putting on a brave front, but she could see his ears drooping.  She blinked back tears.  Her husband, the man who had just taken her higher than she thought possible, was already prepared to be told that he’d been too rough with her.  That she was just a weak human.  That he needed to keep his demonic side leashed if he was going to be with her.  He had probably already convinced himself of the truth of all of the above.  He was just waiting for her confirmation. 

 

Well, he wasn’t going to get it.  She wasn’t going to let him believe such foolishness for another second.  Finding the perfect words didn’t matter.  If she spoke from her heart, that would be enough. 

 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Inuyasha,” she told him with all the love she felt for him.  That was obviously not the response he was expecting, his expression of surprise followed by confusion confirming her suspicions. 

 

“B-But—”

 

She silenced him with a finger to his lips, then sat up and assumed a kneeling position, sitting back on her heels.  She didn’t bother hiding her near-nakedness, nor did Inuyasha conceal his full nudity as he followed suit, his movements wary and uncertain.  Kagome studied him for a few moments, allowing her eyes to roam his form, both love and lust burgeoning in her chest.  She would need both if she was going to convince him of the truth. 

 

“Do you know why I put on my old school uniform tonight, Inuyasha?  Why I teased you earlier and got us both riled up?”  He shook his head.  “Well, I did those things because lately I feel like you’ve been…holding yourself back with me.  Do you know what I mean?” 

 

His grimace, as well as the way he immediately broke eye contact, told her that yes, he knew exactly what she meant. 

 

“Inuyasha, look at me,” she pleaded with real compassion, taking his hands in hers and running her thumbs soothingly over his knuckles until he finally complied.  “When I married you, I knew I was binding my life to a man with two very different sides to him.  But you wouldn’t be the man I love without both.  So I love both sides of you equally.  Your humanity makes sweet love to me, makes me feel so good, so loved.  But though we’ve been quite a bit more…passionate together, I don’t feel like I’ve really gotten to experience your youkai nature yet.  At least not until tonight.  Why is that?” 

 

“K-Kagome, I’m—” 

 

He cut himself off, and from the tense set of his jaw it was clear he didn’t intend to say anything more.  That was fine.  So long as he was willing to listen, she didn’t need to hear the end of that sentence.  She was fairly certain she already knew what he was going to say.  Raising herself into an upright kneeling position, she shuffled forward on her knees until she was straddling his thighs, then settled her arms loosely around his shoulders.  He didn’t want to meet her gaze, but he also couldn’t muster the will to resist when her lips sought his out.  She kept the kiss chaste yet insistent, an affirmation of how much she loved and desired him.  When they parted, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on her shoulder, his arms still hanging limply at his sides.  She could sense the desperate hope in him.  He so badly wanted to believe what she was insinuating, but he wasn’t quite there yet.  She was going to have to spell it out more clearly, which she was happy to do. 

 

“Inuyasha, do you imagine me as a sleepy kitten who needs her rest now?  Yes, I needed a few minutes to catch my breath, but trust me—rest is the last thing on my mind right now.  I just had the most intense and powerful sexual experience of my life, and I’m already—” 

 

She paused, grasped his right hand, turned his palm to face her, and slid it between her legs.  Her sigh mingled with his choked gasp as he felt how ready she was, how hot her core still burned for him.  His fingers continued to gently massage her folds, as though confirming for himself that this was real, that she still wanted him.  That she wasn’t a weak human who needed to rest and recover after being accosted by a demon.  The truth was, she wanted nothing more than to feel that demon inside of her.  He could feel that for himself. 

 

Kagome gasped and sighed, her hips shifting rhythmically in time with his ministrations.  She buried her face in his neck, digging her nails into his back as she struggled to keep her wits about her.  She could sense Inuyasha’s fraying resolve, could feel his aura throbbing, drifting closer to the surface.  She was so tantalizingly close to achieving her goal.  Just one final push. 

 

“Inuyasha, I want to feel you.  All of you.  I want you to let yourself go and…and fuck me like the demon that you are.”

 

She both felt and heard the vicious rumble within his chest, causing her to nearly weep with relief as a new wave of arousal flooded her body.  She was so ready.  She raised herself fully and whispered into his ear. 

 

“Please, my Inu.  Give me everything.  Don’t hold back.” 

 

Then she took said ear into her mouth and sucked gently, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh. 

 

She practically heard the last thread of Inuyasha’s resistance snap.  In the next instant, he pulled her down and crushed his lips to hers.  He devoured her shocked gasp, his invasion forceful, plundering, as though he was literally trying to kiss her senseless.  He nearly succeeded.  Just as her lungs were starting to remind her bemused brain that yes, she still did in fact need to breathe, he pulled away.  He separated their bodies and spun her around, so rapidly that she lost her balance and flopped forward onto her hands and knees, which she suspected was the exact position he wanted her in.  It was a damn good choice, in her opinion.  She was not surprised to feel his clawed hands palming her ass underneath her skirt.  But she was a bit mystified when those hands drifted outside to her hips, then over her torso, settling just below her breasts and pulling her upright.  She tilted her head back and to the side, trying to get a glimpse of him to see what he was up to.  He loomed over her suddenly, capturing her lips in a searing, almost upside-down kiss that took her breath away. 

 

Finally he released her lips, then settled his head next to her ear, his hot breath causing her to shudder as it cascaded over the sensitive arc of flesh. 

 

“Just remember, Ka-go-me,” he purred, his voice deeper and more gravelly than she had ever heard it.  She felt him reach down with one hand and align his cock at her entrance, teasing her for a moment, coating the tip with her juices.  Then at last he took her earlobe in his teeth and nibbled, releasing her only when she wiggled her hips in a futile attempt to bring him inside her.  He chuckled, then murmured in her ear, in that same gravelly voice, a few words which instantly scorched through her entire body. 

 

“You asked for this.” 

 

With that, he reared back and buried himself inside her with one brutal thrust.  Kagome yelped at the suddenness of her impalement, her upper body jerking itself free of his grasp and falling forward.  She barely caught herself on her hands, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to adjust.  She was pleased to discover that it didn’t take long.  She hadn’t been lying when she said she was ready.  Her body was so well-prepared for this, that despite the swiftness and forcefulness of his entry, she felt no pain, no discomfort.  It was a lot, but she could handle it.  Especially when he’d held himself still inside of her for several seconds now, giving her a chance to process the sensations.  She rolled her hips experimentally, groaning at the pleasure produced by even that small motion.  How good was it going to feel when he, as she so eloquently put it, fucked her like the demon that he was? 

 

Apparently she wasn’t the only one anxious to find out.  Grunting appreciatively at her signal of readiness, he pulled back until barely the tip remained inside her, only to drive his hips forward and bury himself to the hilt once more.  His growls of pleasure mingled with her moans as he repeated the motion, his pace rapidly accelerating, the slap of flesh against flesh becoming part of the constant and varied auditory tapestry which they wove together.  But as incredible as it was, Kagome soon experienced a revelation which caused a bolt of anger to flash within her mind.  Yes, they were fucking each other like never before, but she was keeping up with him, matching him thrust for thrust.  And if that were the case, then there was no way he had fully let himself go.  He was still holding back to some degree.  This would not do at all. 

 

She glared at him over her shoulder, wondering what else she could possibly do to get through that thick skull of his.  But she soon realized that she needn’t have worried.  It was as if he’d merely been waiting for one final signal from her, that she truly wanted more, all of him.  His lips quirked up into a grin that was equal parts wicked and excited, his eyes now glowing a darker, more feral shade of gold than ever before.  His nostrils flared, his aura dancing wildly about him, yet still under control, as though for once his youkai and human sides were in complete agreement.  And if that harmony came at the prospect of fucking his mate and wife into a stupor, well, Kagome had no complaints. 

 

He dramatically increased his tempo to one which could only be defined as inhuman, setting a pace which she could no longer keep up with.  She tried, gamely, she really did, but it was impossible.  All she could do was hold on for the ride.  Soon her tired arms gave out and she rested her upper body on her forearms, leaning her head against her clenched fists.  This deepened the angle of Inuyasha’s penetration, drawing an exhilarated snarl from him and a strangled gasp from her.  She was beyond moaning at this point, beyond anything aside from breathing and feeling.  Her body soared, driven ever higher by the gale storm of sensation, until she dazedly realized that she recognized this feeling.  The unfathomable tension, the impossible tightening of the coil, like an extension of her earlier orgasms, just as intense, just as powerful.  She was going to cum like this.  Nothing touching her clit or stimulating any other part of her body.  Just Inuyasha’s cock, pounding into her, filling her deeply with every fevered stroke.  She was going to cum all over him.  Hard.  And if his increasingly fractured growls and the erratic edge to his movements was any indication, he was not far behind. 

 

She cried out her completion, her voice cracking with the strain, her body once again spasming beyond her control.  Inuyasha somehow maintained his grip on her hips, but lasted only a few more strokes before her clenching and fluttering walls drew him into oblivion as well.  He held himself to her, still gyrating his hips as he emptied himself deep within her, drawing out both of their orgasms.  Until finally he had nothing left to give; her warm and welcoming body had wrung him dry, taken and accepted everything.  He flopped bonelessly onto the futon, barely managing to turn them so they lay on their sides.  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, spooning her intimately with their bodies still connected below the waist.  Neither of them felt any desire to separate just yet. 

 

For Kagome, basking in the afterglow of yet another astonishing orgasm was incredible, but her favorite part was listening to her husband’s heavy, panting breaths.  Inuyasha was just as winded as she, which she took as one hell of a compliment.  His heart rate and breathing slowed to normal well before hers did, but that was to be expected.  Once he’d recovered, he cuddled her even closer, placing tender kisses to her face and neck, his intent to soothe rather than arouse.  Between that and the happy rumble in his chest, Kagome knew—she was never going to have to persuade him to let his demonic nature come out and play ever again.  Because being with him like this?  She could tell that it was going to become a regular part of their lovemaking from now on.  Her husband finally understood and accepted everything she’d been trying to tell him, that she loved and desired each and every part of him.  And that was the most rewarding realization of all. 

 

Eventually she felt recovered enough to move, shifting her hips to finally dislodge him, which drew a blissful sigh from both of them.  Then she rolled over and snuggled into his side, throwing one leg over his and pillowing her head on his shoulder.  He nuzzled the top of her head, resting there, breathing of her scent, his entire demeanor one of happiness and contentment.  Several minutes passed like that.  She had just started to drift off when he broke the comfortable silence, surprising her with brief, soft-spoken words. 

 

“Thank you, Kagome.” 

 

She leaned up on her elbow to smile down at him lovingly, glimpsing in his adoring gaze the things he didn’t say, the things that didn’t need to be said.  Thank you for being with me.  For accepting me.  For loving me.  She smiled even wider, leaning down and whispering a single word in response before claiming his lips in a tender kiss. 

 

“Always.” 

 

She leaned her forehead against his after they separated, remaining like that for several moments.  Then her smile took on a mischievous edge.  She had been drifting off to sleep, but now that she was fully awake…surely some of that sweet, reverent lovemaking would be a much better way to ease down from their incredible highs, right?  She raised herself enough so her husband could see her face, quirking an eyebrow at him as her hand slowly meandered its way down his torso.  Once his grin and the flare of renewed heat in his eyes confirmed his interest, she rose and swung herself over him, straddling his stomach.  She leaned down to resume their lip lock, but was stopped by the odd sensation of movement behind her, along with the positively impish expression on Inuyasha’s face complete with waggling eyebrows.  She sat up and looked behind herself, then burst out laughing at what she saw. 

 

There was Inuyasha’s hardening cock, making its presence known under the pleated fabric of her skirt.  It looked like a puppy rooting around under a blanket.  At least at first.  Soon it swelled enough to leave no doubt as to exactly what it was, standing up for her, her skirt sliding over the tip little by little, moving closer to uncovering itself with each twitch.  Why did that sight turn her on so much?  She didn’t know, nor did she care. 

 

It looked like Inuyasha’s demonic nature wasn’t the only thing that was going to become a regular part of their lovemaking.