InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Every Sword Needs its Sheath Sometime ❯ Every Sword Needs its Sheath Sometime ( One-Shot )

Every sword needs its Sheath Sometime

 

Disclaimer. Inuyasha, his sword, sheath, and Kagome all belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

 

For InuHanyouNikkie: who wanted Kagome to do some seducing with Inuyasha's sword.

 

Someone (Miroku) had managed to convince an already stressed out hanyou that he shouldn't have sex with his pregnant wife.

 

That someone (stupid monk) even had said hanyou sleeping in a separate bed.

 

Why in the world Inuyasha would choose to listen to Miroku (stupid lecher was going to find himself impotent for a month once she got her herbs into him) rather than his wife was beyond her, but she had a feeling he was holding the fact that in the three years she was gone they had three children and in the two years she and Inuyasha had been married, the monk managed not two but three more kids.

 

She sat near the garden and watched her husband practice with Tessaiga. He'd taken to going out for hours every evening, even going so far as to set up his own obstacle course! Right now he was at is most desirable, naked to the waist, glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun, and doing the most delicious things with that damn sword and not with her!

 

Thrust, lower, swing, parry, repeat. Gods, she could think of a few places she'd like the hanyou to put his damn sword and all of them involved her spread eagle somewhere and totally at his mercy. But nooo, he didn't want to hurt her. The morning sickness had scared him, and she had to admit, it was bad. But she was nearly five months along now and fine. Sango had warned her that she might desire her husband more as the pregnancy wore on, but she never mentioned anything like this!

 

Reaching out she grabbed Tessaiga's scabbard and the jar of steel-wasp wax that Inuyasha had collected only a few weeks ago. She'd just pay attention to a different long, hard object and hope to break her husband's concentration.

 

Deciding that it would be best not to worry about getting her kimono dirty, she quietly stripped out of it, knowing that her hanyou's sensitive ears would pick up every rustle of fabric. Bare-legged and clad only in a thin kosode, Kagome thought that perhaps her hands would be a better medium for applying the moisturizing wax. Taking a heavy palmful of the thick, sticky wax, she began applying it to the base of the scabbard, stroking and rubbing until she was certain that all the cracks were coated. Then she took a square of fabric and began to twist and stroke, longer and longer as she both worked in the goo and worked off the excess.

 

It was sad how deprived she was. Her nipples, already over-sensitive from pregnancy, puckered and hardened, rubbing against the seam of her kosode and driving her insane. She closed her eyes, almost forgetting where she was, and loosened her neckline, baring the more ample contours of her breasts to her husband's suddenly interested gaze. With a heavy sigh Kagome placed the base of the sheath against her own wetness and anchored it there. With another helping of wax, she went to work of the upper contours of the sheath; the band of leather at the opening, the gentle curve of almost indestructible hardness. Each stroke moved it along her folds, hitting places neglected for months too long. Her crossed legs spayed open and her hands moved faster, hips swinging with the motion. The familiar and long missed heat began to rise and instead of her hands causing the sheath to bob and weave back and forth, it was her body.

 

Before she could reach that glorious abyss, she found herself flat on her back and staring up and a flushed and panting Inu-hanyou.

 

“What the fuck are you trying to do to me, woman?”

 

Kagome squirmed, pulling apart the remainder of her garment and baring her body to Inuyasha's fiery gaze.

 

I'm trying to seduce my stubborn husband! Do you like seeing me hurt? Seeing me have to resort to pleasing myself with your sword sheath instead of with the sword I WANT.” She punctuated her sentiments by grabbing him though his hakama and squeezing, rubbing her thumb along his testicles.

 

“I…I…don't want to hurt you.”

 

“You're hurting me by not giving me what I want. Don't you know you're supposed to spoil a pregnant woman?”

 

His familiar smirk showed itself at last.

 

“And what do you want?”

 

Kagome growled. “You, damn it. And if you won't cooperate, then I guess I'll just have to do it myself.

 

She knew Inuyasha was letting her win, but she didn't care at this point. He allowed her to roll him onto his back while she pulled at the ties to his hakama, there was no way she was getting them off, there wasn't enough time, but she did get them loose enough to pull out his cock and give him enough wiggle room that she wouldn't be cutting circulation off to anything important. And the most important thing at the moment was between his legs.

 

Impaling herself onto that beautifully swollen shaft was like coming home after a long journey in the desert. Every muscle stretched and flexed as it became reacquainted with its long lost lover. There was no foreplay for either of them, just the breeze bringing goose bumps over their skin as she rocked forward and back and he took care of the up and down work. It couldn't have been long, nothing could have satisfied her at the moment but her belly was clenching and her thighs were shaking. With one last toss of her head and one last upward arc of her husband's hips, she cried out her completion, milking him with every muscle.

 

Inuyasha cried out a moment later and once their vision returned to normal, he pulled his wife into the curve of his arm.

 

“Better now?”

 

“I don't know. You've been practicing with Tessaiga so much that you neglected your other sword skills. I think you've gotten rusty. Usually you can work out longer than that.”

 

“I'll show you rusty, woman.” Inuyasha growled before taking up his other sword routine, Tessaiga and its sheath lying neglected in the grass nearby.