InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 45 ( Chapter 44 )
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By: knife thrower 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 813 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 813 | Status: Work In Progress
“Oh, my poor little Ninja.” Jakotsu cooed, kneeling by Kohaku’s side. He picked up the slayer’s hand, stroking it gently. Kagome sat cross-legged across the fire from Jakotsu and Kohaku, while Sesshomaru assumed his trademark stance, lounging against the wall of the cave.
Shippou looked uncomfortable for a moment, then muttered, “I’m going to hunt some game for the humans. Kohaku should have some broth when he revives.” He remembered the vicious Jakotsu from when he was a little kit, and he was not happy to find that he was to be part of Sesshomaru’s pack.
“I thought you died at Mount Hakurai, Jakotsu.” Kagome ventured. Like her son, she remembered Jakotsu’s thirst for blood and lust for Inuyasha in less than favorable terms. “What has brought you back to the land of the living?”
“Like I owe you an explanation, you miserable wench.” Jakotsu growled, quietly so as to avoid disturbing his “little Ninja”.
“Jakotsu, Kagome is my mate. She is the alpha female of this pack. If you intend on following me, you will take care to treat her with the utmost deference.”
Jak blushed, and stared into the fire, still holding Kohaku’s hand in both of his own. He was accustomed to the hierarchy of the Band of Seven, but being held in lower esteem than a mere female was a tremendous blow to his ego.
Sesshomaru continued, “My mate’s safety is of the utmost concern, and I will not be able to be around to protect her all the time. We have a powerful enemy, whose identity is as yet unkown. It is imperative that his identity be discovered and the threat he poses eliminated. Kohaku has been safeguarding Kagome for me, but now he will be out of commission for an unknown period of time. I remember fighting you, and you are a powerful warrior. You already hold this Sesshomaru’s respect. Whether you become a member of this pack is your choice. You are free to go if that is your desire.”
Jak bit his lip. Decisions, decisions. He could return to his big brother, Bankotsu, in Fudo, or he could stay here and become a member of Sesshomaru’s pack. He and Bank had been lingering at the inn in Fudo for months, with no prospect of blood or battle in sight. As usual, Bank was treating him like a mushroom, keeping him in the dark and feeding him shit. In his current form, he couldn’t even eat solid food, though he had developed a capacity to drink sake. Sake had been his only pleasure for too long. The demon lord had promised him a place of respect in his pack. Judging by the condition his little Ninja was in, the prospect of bloodshed and violence was near at hand. “I will follow you, My Lord. And I will watch over your Mate, and treat her as I would my own sister.”
“Good.” Sesshomaru responded. The subject was obviously settled, Kagome thought grimly. She would be stuck with the nasty deva as a watchdog if her mate decided to take off again, and she had no say in the matter.
“So, Jakotsu, it was Naraku who brought you back from the grave the last time we saw you. To whom do we owe thanks for the pleasure of your company this time?”
“I do not know. My big brother did not see fit to tell me who summoned us or what our mission was to be.”
“So Bankotsu has been resurrected, also. What about the rest of the Band of Seven?”
Sesshomaru was proud of his mate. She possessed an incisive mind. She also wasn’t afraid of cutting right to the heart of an issue. He sat back to listen.
“Bank is the only one I’ve seen. We’ve been staying at in inn in a town named Fudo, near the Eastern Mountains. The innkeeper is taking care of us while we wait for our assignment. At least that’s what Bank told me.” He finished sullenly. He knew there was much information his big brother was withholding from him. Lord Sesshomaru, on the other hand, had stated his options clearly, and given him a choice as to whether he would join the Lord’s pack or follow his own path.
“Where’s your folding sword?”
“The innkeeper is holding my sword and Banryu in safekeeping, until we are called upon to do battle.”
“That’s gotta hurt.” Muttered Kagome. She knew how much pride Jakotsu took in his trick sword. ‘Give credit where credit is due, Kagome,’ she told herself. Jakotsu was an amazing swordsman.
“We need to get Jakotsu a new sword, Sesshomaru.” Kagome instructed.
“Hnn.”
“He and Shippou can go to the demon village and purchase a sword tomorrow, while we stay here and watch over Kohaku.”
Sesshomaru could see more than one advantage to Kagome’s plan. Jak really did need a sword to fight effectively, and the errand would keep Shippou and Jak occupied for most of the day, allowing him to spend some time with his mate. He was becoming disturbed at how little time they were getting to cement the bond of their mating. Demons mate for life, that was a given, but some unions were more felicitous than others. He was treading on dangerous ground by neglecting his mate.
Kagome gave Jak a blanket Kohaku had purchased in the demon village, then settled down to sleep with Moko-Moko. Soon the only sound in the little cave was the fire crackling away merrily.
Kagome awoke with a start. She was lying by the fire, a strong masculine arm holding her against a hard chest. “Kagome, hush.” She relaxed. It was her mate. She lay as still as she could as she felt his hand work its way downward to the junction of her thighs. She was dressed for the night in the green silk kimono, and nothing else, so it was easy for him to gain access to her private places. He was very gentle as he caressed her clit. She felt herself break out in a sweat. It had been too long, and she missed his touch. She had witnessed the tolerance for public sex which prevailed in this era far too many times for her own comfort, and prayed Sesshomaru did not intend to go all the way with her here, in the presence of Jakotsu and Kohaku. They appeared to be asleep now, but Sesshomaru had not proven himself to be the silent type in their prior couplings. She was relieved when he rearranged her in his arms and rose to his feet with his characteristic grace. He carried her, bridal-style, from the cave, and made his way through the snow to the hot spring where had been taking her baths. The heat of the onsen kept the snow from building up on the nearby ground, and the air was much warmer there.
Sesshomaru lowered Kagome so her body dragged down the length of his, then undid the ties that held her lightweight silk kimono in place. He went to his knees before her, something he had never thought he would do. From this position, the great difference in their heights was equalized, and he easily bent his head to bring his mouth to the mating mark on her shoulder. He felt her clutch his shoulders to keep her balance. He knew that the mating mark would increasingly become a major source of physical pleasure to his mate, but it would take time to cultivate it and teach her to regard it as the erogenous zone it was for female demons. He caressed the mating mark with his lips and tongue, then began to lightly bite the sensitive skin of her neck. After paying thorough attention to her mating mark, he kissed his way down to her breasts, holding her in place with one hand and pressing his palm firmly against the breast he was not working with his mouth. Her nipples were as hard as little stones, and he could smell her arousal. She was fertile, and he dared not join with her this night, but he was sure he could satisfy her nonetheless. He grabbed her waist in both hands, urging her to the ground. Moko-Moko curled around her obligingly, protecting her from the rocky surface that surrounded the hot spring.
Kagome wondered why Sesshomaru had not shed his own clothing, even his sword. He parted her legs with his strong hands, then lowered his head to kiss her stomach. She felt a thrill as she began to expect what he had planned for her. No one had done this to her before, not even her husband Inuyasha, who had seemed to know of only one position, that being doggy-style. Even though Kagome had been a virgin, her friends from school were not so virtuous, and she had been regaled with heavily-embroidered accounts of their exploits. She had intended on introducing Inuyasha to other practices, but the time of their intimacy had been so short. He had never kissed her below the waist, and the sensation was new and strange to the little priestess. She shivered as Sesshomaru found a remarkably sensitive spot near her hip. Kagome could feel her mate’s lips smiling against her when she let out a little moan. He teased her with his tongue, working his way slowly toward her clit while holding her hips still with his big hands.
Suddenly, Sesshomaru let out a startled grunt, and jumped to his feet. Moko-Moko curled into its place around his shoulders. Kagome gathered her kimono to cover herself, thinking that he had sensed the approach of danger.
“Kagome. Return to the cave, and stay there.” She saw his eyes were turning red. For some reason his beast was taking over. He ran from the hot spring so quickly that he became a white blur that faded into the falling snow as he disappeared from her sight.
She had never realized how similar the two brothers were. Here she was, left alone in the middle of sex, in the middle of the wilderness, in the middle of the night, with no weapon, no shoes, and hardly any clothes. He hadn’t even left Moko-Moko this time. Kagome sighed. He had told her to return to the cave, but it was several miles away, through the snow, and it was bitterly cold. The moon was out, but the thickly falling snow obscured its light. She could stay near the warmth of the onsen, but she knew no one would come for her. The others would assume that she was with their Lord. ‘First things first’, she thought. She crouched down close to the water, and did her best to clean herself up without getting too wet. She donned the kimono, and began to retrace the path through the forest to the cave. Her feet were unaccustomed to being bare, and the cold snow and ice made them become numb almost right away. She didn’t even feel the cuts that began to form as she stepped on sharp stones and sticks, but did gasp with pain when one sharp stick pierced all the way through her right foot. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it flowed over her frozen flesh. She would have to hurry. She found a branch, which she decided might make a suitable walking-stick, and limped in the direction of the cave as fast as she could. She grew colder and colder, and found herself considering stopping to rest. She knew this would be a fatal error, and resisted the temptation, and kept lurching along as best she could. As she neared the cave, she was forced to resort to crawling. She let out a weak little mew as she used the last of her energy to pull her body through the mouth of the cave.
“So, Jakotsu, it was Naraku who brought you back from the grave the last time we saw you. To whom do we owe thanks for the pleasure of your company this time?”
“I do not know. My big brother did not see fit to tell me who summoned us or what our mission was to be.”
“So Bankotsu has been resurrected, also. What about the rest of the Band of Seven?”
Sesshomaru was proud of his mate. She possessed an incisive mind. She also wasn’t afraid of cutting right to the heart of an issue. He sat back to listen.
“Bank is the only one I’ve seen. We’ve been staying at in inn in a town named Fudo, near the Eastern Mountains. The innkeeper is taking care of us while we wait for our assignment. At least that’s what Bank told me.” He finished sullenly. He knew there was much information his big brother was withholding from him. Lord Sesshomaru, on the other hand, had stated his options clearly, and given him a choice as to whether he would join the Lord’s pack or follow his own path.
“Where’s your folding sword?”
“The innkeeper is holding my sword and Banryu in safekeeping, until we are called upon to do battle.”
“That’s gotta hurt.” Muttered Kagome. She knew how much pride Jakotsu took in his trick sword. ‘Give credit where credit is due, Kagome,’ she told herself. Jakotsu was an amazing swordsman.
“We need to get Jakotsu a new sword, Sesshomaru.” Kagome instructed.
“Hnn.”
“He and Shippou can go to the demon village and purchase a sword tomorrow, while we stay here and watch over Kohaku.”
Sesshomaru could see more than one advantage to Kagome’s plan. Jak really did need a sword to fight effectively, and the errand would keep Shippou and Jak occupied for most of the day, allowing him to spend some time with his mate. He was becoming disturbed at how little time they were getting to cement the bond of their mating. Demons mate for life, that was a given, but some unions were more felicitous than others. He was treading on dangerous ground by neglecting his mate.
Kagome gave Jak a blanket Kohaku had purchased in the demon village, then settled down to sleep with Moko-Moko. Soon the only sound in the little cave was the fire crackling away merrily.
Kagome awoke with a start. She was lying by the fire, a strong masculine arm holding her against a hard chest. “Kagome, hush.” She relaxed. It was her mate. She lay as still as she could as she felt his hand work its way downward to the junction of her thighs. She was dressed for the night in the green silk kimono, and nothing else, so it was easy for him to gain access to her private places. He was very gentle as he caressed her clit. She felt herself break out in a sweat. It had been too long, and she missed his touch. She had witnessed the tolerance for public sex which prevailed in this era far too many times for her own comfort, and prayed Sesshomaru did not intend to go all the way with her here, in the presence of Jakotsu and Kohaku. They appeared to be asleep now, but Sesshomaru had not proven himself to be the silent type in their prior couplings. She was relieved when he rearranged her in his arms and rose to his feet with his characteristic grace. He carried her, bridal-style, from the cave, and made his way through the snow to the hot spring where had been taking her baths. The heat of the onsen kept the snow from building up on the nearby ground, and the air was much warmer there.
Sesshomaru lowered Kagome so her body dragged down the length of his, then undid the ties that held her lightweight silk kimono in place. He went to his knees before her, something he had never thought he would do. From this position, the great difference in their heights was equalized, and he easily bent his head to bring his mouth to the mating mark on her shoulder. He felt her clutch his shoulders to keep her balance. He knew that the mating mark would increasingly become a major source of physical pleasure to his mate, but it would take time to cultivate it and teach her to regard it as the erogenous zone it was for female demons. He caressed the mating mark with his lips and tongue, then began to lightly bite the sensitive skin of her neck. After paying thorough attention to her mating mark, he kissed his way down to her breasts, holding her in place with one hand and pressing his palm firmly against the breast he was not working with his mouth. Her nipples were as hard as little stones, and he could smell her arousal. She was fertile, and he dared not join with her this night, but he was sure he could satisfy her nonetheless. He grabbed her waist in both hands, urging her to the ground. Moko-Moko curled around her obligingly, protecting her from the rocky surface that surrounded the hot spring.
Kagome wondered why Sesshomaru had not shed his own clothing, even his sword. He parted her legs with his strong hands, then lowered his head to kiss her stomach. She felt a thrill as she began to expect what he had planned for her. No one had done this to her before, not even her husband Inuyasha, who had seemed to know of only one position, that being doggy-style. Even though Kagome had been a virgin, her friends from school were not so virtuous, and she had been regaled with heavily-embroidered accounts of their exploits. She had intended on introducing Inuyasha to other practices, but the time of their intimacy had been so short. He had never kissed her below the waist, and the sensation was new and strange to the little priestess. She shivered as Sesshomaru found a remarkably sensitive spot near her hip. Kagome could feel her mate’s lips smiling against her when she let out a little moan. He teased her with his tongue, working his way slowly toward her clit while holding her hips still with his big hands.
Suddenly, Sesshomaru let out a startled grunt, and jumped to his feet. Moko-Moko curled into its place around his shoulders. Kagome gathered her kimono to cover herself, thinking that he had sensed the approach of danger.
“Kagome. Return to the cave, and stay there.” She saw his eyes were turning red. For some reason his beast was taking over. He ran from the hot spring so quickly that he became a white blur that faded into the falling snow as he disappeared from her sight.
She had never realized how similar the two brothers were. Here she was, left alone in the middle of sex, in the middle of the wilderness, in the middle of the night, with no weapon, no shoes, and hardly any clothes. He hadn’t even left Moko-Moko this time. Kagome sighed. He had told her to return to the cave, but it was several miles away, through the snow, and it was bitterly cold. The moon was out, but the thickly falling snow obscured its light. She could stay near the warmth of the onsen, but she knew no one would come for her. The others would assume that she was with their Lord. ‘First things first’, she thought. She crouched down close to the water, and did her best to clean herself up without getting too wet. She donned the kimono, and began to retrace the path through the forest to the cave. Her feet were unaccustomed to being bare, and the cold snow and ice made them become numb almost right away. She didn’t even feel the cuts that began to form as she stepped on sharp stones and sticks, but did gasp with pain when one sharp stick pierced all the way through her right foot. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it flowed over her frozen flesh. She would have to hurry. She found a branch, which she decided might make a suitable walking-stick, and limped in the direction of the cave as fast as she could. She grew colder and colder, and found herself considering stopping to rest. She knew this would be a fatal error, and resisted the temptation, and kept lurching along as best she could. As she neared the cave, she was forced to resort to crawling. She let out a weak little mew as she used the last of her energy to pull her body through the mouth of the cave.