InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Exorcising Demons ❯ Omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori! ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the other characters. Ms. Takahashi does and I'm grateful she lets us play with them.

It's quite a challenge to post next to Fenikkusuken/Butteryasha's juicy lemon for Forthrightly's Valentine's Day Lemon Challenge, especially given that they are among my favorite writers when it comes to hentai fanfics. I don't write PWP well and lemons aren't my forte, but I thought to myself `someone has to answer the challenge!' So, intimidated as hell but `girding my loins' I began to write. Tried to do PWP but…well, you'll see. Warning, there are spoilers because this takes place during chapter 474 (Wounded Heart) in the manga; I wanted to fill in the gaps that Ms. Takahashi left open to the reader's imagination. By necessity, some of the dialogue is paraphrased from that chapter.

Thanks to Fenikkusuken and inuyashaloverr for nominating “Omnia” in the spring IYFG awards; unfortunately, my assessment that lemons aren't my forte was confirmed in the voting. Sigh…ah well, I like this version of the gaps in chapter 474 anyway. Thank you to all readers and reviewers who've enjoyed it!

Warning: this is a lemon! Some of the following fantasies may offend readers who are strict about their canon pairings and there are hints of nonconsensual sex, but remember that strange things happen in hallucinations and arguments.


Exorcising Demons: Omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori!
By Licentia poetica


“INUYASHA!”

Grasped by Kaou's roots as soon as she removed the warding talisman from her wrist, Kagome fought the influence of the flower demon's hallucinogenic pollen as she fastened the talisman to her arrow. `I have to save Inuyasha, but there's nothing to stop Kaou from reading what's in my heart now. He obviously knows Inuyasha's feelings…he said Inuyasha loved Kikyou most in the world and he wants to follow her into death. Inuyasha didn't deny it…there's no place for me in his heart, but I have to protect him.'

She nocked her arrow and began to draw back the bow, infusing the arrow with her miko powers. `I always knew that Inuyasha loved Kikyou best. It hurts to have it confirmed like this but…there's nothing I can do.'

She gave a start as Kaou's roots began to twine around her legs and knew that she had only scant seconds before the demon would know what she was thinking. `I can't let him find out that I'm in love with Inuyasha and that I'm afraid I'll die here in the Sengoku Jidai alone!'

She could feel the roots sliding sinuously up her bare legs, stroking the skin of her thighs, but she forced herself to concentrate and let the power charged arrow fly.

`The roots are making me feel…I've only had that one kiss, I've never done the things that my friends at home have done with their boyfriends, and now….'

In a heartbeat, Kaou closed in on her innermost thoughts. She hardened her will to keep him from finding out her secrets but he was able to steal part of her heartache from her.

`So little miko, you are afraid of dying a virgin? The flowers felt something else earlier, but here is a dream to ease your fears. Create a fantasy with me.'

The roots sliding up her thighs became hands, softly stroking the sensitive skin there as lips began to caress her throat. Kagome gasped as her body responded in spite of her obdurate will.

`Tell me little miko, whom do you want to touch you like this?' The lips trailed kisses to the pulse point near her jaw and the hands fondled her thighs, pressing gently to spread her legs apart. Kagome quivered as her heartbeat began to increase; as the sensations overwhelmed her she began to lose herself to the hallucination.

`No! I can't let him know…I have to think of something else! I have to…this is all because of my friends back home and their stupid hentai stories!'

She gave a mental shudder as Kaou invaded the memories of her life on the other side of the Well; her friends and Hojo were at the surface of her thoughts and the hands and lips suddenly stilled.

“Oh, forgive me, Higurashi! I couldn't help myself! Are you all right?”

Kagome opened her eyes to find herself face to face with an embarrassed and deeply flushed Hojo. He was awkwardly lying halfway on top of her in a field of sweet smelling flowers, one hand in an improper place and the other propping him up and away from her body.

She stared at him in shock, having the oddest feeling that she was supposed to be somewhere else; a place of danger and death. `What? Hojo…what?'

His eyes darkened and he stared at her mouth. “Dream with me, Kagome. I love you. I've always loved you.” He leaned down to kiss her, his hand stroking her inner thigh again.

Kagome couldn't help it; she giggled. `Even to save his feelings, I can't see Hojo-the-Health-Nut kissing me passionately!'

Hojo and the field of flowers disappeared and she was enveloped in darkness, the sound of her beating heart a loud pulse in her ears.

`Miko, he is not the one. Give in to your fantasies.' Kaleidoscopic colors swirled around her, disorienting her perceptions and fraying the tight bindings of her control.

`I can't let you—' Kagome fought against the hallucinogen as the unseen hands and lips began another assault on her body. `Damn you, Kaou! You're worse than…oh, no!'

“Lady Kagome, you have the most beautiful body. Please bear my child?”

Kagome smelled the sweet scent of the flowers again and this time the hands did not cease their titillating strokes. She knew that voice, and as she opened her eyes she was not surprised to find Miroku kneeling between her legs, gazing at her with a look she hadn't seen since before the encounter with Koutatsu the demon-ink painter. His hands gently stroked her thighs, wandering up towards her sex and teasingly playing with the elastic bands around her legs.

As she gasped in response, he stroked across her mound with one thumb while the other slipped down between her legs and caressed her through the fabric of her panties. Her body responded to his knowledgeable touch before she jerked herself away and shouted “Miroku! Keep your hentai hands to yourself! Sango will pulverize what's left after I get through with you!”

The blackness descended again, punctuated by the pulse of her quickened heartbeat and her labored breathing.

`Miko, I grow tired of your games. You will reveal your heart to me.'

She felt the hands grip around her arms and she was forced to the ground, fighting pollen-induced vertigo as she felt her bow slip from numbed fingers.

`You don't have my heart. You stupid demons, always thinking you'll get my heart! Even—'

She had meant to tell Kaou that even Kouga had realized that her heart belonged to someone else, but before she could finish the thought she found herself in the field of flowers again with an amorous wolf demon nipping lightly at her neck.

“Gods, Kagome. I've waited years for this.”

“Kouga, I…uunnh!" She couldn't continue speaking as Kouga slid one hand beneath her panties and cupped her sex, stroking her wet cleft with his long middle finger while the other fingers teased lightly against her outer lips. Kagome gasped as he continued to stroke her, forcing her body to respond even as she tried to push the wolf demon away. His tongue traced wet patterns on her neck and he nipped her a little harder to punish her as she pushed at him again. He moved down to one breast and worried her erect nipple lightly through the fabric, growling in approval as she arched into him.

As he continued to stroke her sex she began to feel a coil of desire tightening in her stomach. The familiar sensation was one she had allowed herself to enjoy only when she pleasured herself in her bed at home or in the privacy of hot springs when she bathed alone; only at times when Inuyasha's sensitive nose could not detect her arousal. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the cloying scent of the flowers robbed her of willpower. `No! This isn't right!'

A muscled thigh pushed her legs apart as the clawed hands moved up to clasp her breasts, the thumbs pressing, stroking against her nipples through the cloth of her bra. She gasped as she felt his thick, hot arousal burn against her inner thigh.

“Kouga…stop! This isn't…I don't belong to you, I love….” She stopped before she uttered the words, but she knew that her heart had revealed that she belonged to Inuyasha; she wanted his clawed hands and tongue caressing her body, his arousal against her thigh, his love. The body pressing against her began to change.

`So, it is the hanyou. How delightful! The flowers were right when they said I should flaunt his love for Kikyou. Feeding from your pain will be exquisite.'

Despair gripped her heart as Kouga disappeared and Inuyasha moved against her, kissing his way up her breast and neck, stroking her breasts, and pressing his arousal against her sex. She fought her desire and his hands, trying to twist her hips away from him and push him away. Her body betrayed her by responding in spite of her efforts; she felt as though she was on fire everywhere they touched.

“Don't fight me, Kagome. You want this as much as I do.”

`But he doesn't want me.' Cold reality hit her and the blackness descended again. `Do you hear me, Kaou? I know he loved her and you can't make me think otherwise.'

`He is with her now, little miko. Why not be happy and allow yourself your fantasy? The flowers are gentle and want to ease your pain.'

Agony blossomed in her chest at his words and she couldn't repress a quiet whimper as her body protested against the ache. `I didn't save Inuyasha. I couldn't help him save Kikyou either and that caused him more pain. He has followed Kikyou…I will die here and be alone and unloved forever.'

`Your heartache runs deep and strong, little miko. The flowers will bloom even in the winter with such power. Give in to your desires.'

She fought the hallucination as the eldritch light began to surround her again. `No! I won't let you do this!'

She felt arms around her and smelled a familiar, spicy male scent. `You are a fool, Kaou! You can't make me believe that Inuyasha wants me now.'

She heard the flower demon's sickeningly soft voice with her ears, not her mind, as if he was speaking to someone else. “That girl's soul is even more wounded than yours. What a wonderful flavor….”

She felt rather than heard a stifled gasp come from the body that held hers.

“…and the cause of that girl's pain is—”

`Oh no you don't, you bastard.' Her eyes flew open as she broke the final bonds of the hallucinogenic pollen. `I won't let you use me to hurt him! I'm going to purify you to the lowest hell!'

She grabbed her bow and struggled out of Inuyasha's arms. “Kagome,” he said tentatively, but she ignored him in her fierce struggle to keep Kaou from revealing her inner pain.

“The coward is silent, so he knows what I'm thinking.” She stood up and nocked an arrow. `You're going to die, Kaou.' Drawing the bow, she infused it with power and aimed for the largest clump of flowers. “Kaou! Prepare yourself!” Letting the arrow fly, she watched in satisfaction as it purified one whole section of the tono. She drew another arrow and said bitterly “You think that it's your right to look inside people's hearts and then tell everyone else their deepest unfulfilled wish? Whatever it is that's wounding me is my business and I won't let you feed off of it!” Gasping as she pulled power from so deep it seemed to tear at her already pained heart, she loosed the second arrow and purified the rest of the tono.

There was a short silence as Inuyasha surveyed the empty rooms, his back to her. She could still feel the throbbing pulse of her arousal and she closed her eyes in frustration. `Oh gods, Inuyasha can smell so well. I've been so careful all of these years and I pray to all the gods that he doesn't know what the scent means.'

Her eyes flew open in alarm as he yelled “Kagome! Don't move!”

She could feel the surge of youki behind her as Inuyasha leaped over her head, drawing the Tessaiga with practiced ease and slicing at something just as he passed over her. She felt the youki dissipate and heard the unmistakable sound of the Tessaiga being sheathed.

`Oh gods. Kaou was still alive and Inuyasha saved me. Again.' Her knees were weak from reaction and desire, but she forced herself to stay standing and took several deep breaths as Inuyasha walked back to face her. `What if Kaou had triggered the fantasy again right in front of Inuyasha?' Heartache and desire warred for dominance in her chest and she bit her lip to maintain control.

“Kagome, are you all right?”

“I'm fine.” She swallowed against the hurt that threatened to choke her voice. “You're the one who's bleeding.” She winced at the blood stains on his chest and the tracks of bloody tears on his face.

“Keh, it's nothing. I wasn't prepared to be attacked like that.” He paused for a moment and said quietly “He showed me a vision of Kikyou. She was leaving me, walking away, and she asked me to go with her.”

She couldn't force the friendly smile that would ease them both. “Inuyasha…did you want to go with her?” In her thoughts she added 'Did Kaou show you what you truly wanted or did you fight against him like I did? Is she really what you want?'

“I heard you call me. Your voice brought me to my senses.”

`That didn't answer my question. She must have been what he wanted; his eyes bled tears.' The pain must have shown in her face for a moment, because he took a step closer to her and held up his hand as if he was going to reach for her.

He let the hand drop slowly as he stared intently at her. “I couldn't save Kikyou, and that…it was something I felt bad about. I can't say that it hurt me, not like the time when….”

He didn't finish his sentence and Kagome sternly repressed the flicker of hope that flared at his words. `What are you trying to say to me, Inuyasha?'

“I didn't realize that you were hurting as well.” His eyes became soft and he reached for her, only to withdraw his hand again. “I'm sorry. I was only thinking of myself. I thought it was something that I had to…I'm just used to dealing with things alone.”

Kagome took a deep shuddering breath, trying to keep herself from reading more into his words than he meant. `The woman he loved most in the world…Kikyou. Not me. I have no place in his heart.'

She still couldn't smile, but she tried to ease the awkward tension for both of them. “It's fine.” She looked down at the ground for a moment, and gave a slight nod. “You came back, anyway, even if…,” she couldn't finish the sentence; her throat had become impossibly tight. `Pull yourself together, Kagome! You went to all that trouble to kill Kaou before he gave away your secret and now you're going to give it away all by yourself.' She cleared her throat and looked back up, trying and failing to smile once more. “Kikyou is a subject that causes all of us pain,” she said quietly, “but you were the one most hurt by her passing, so…so it's all right.” It hurt to keep looking at him. `I have no right to cause Inuyasha pain even if I have spent all this time with him. Mount Azusa taught me to trust my own power, but I wanted…it doesn't matter what I wanted.'

He looked at her strangely. “Kagome, how can you be so strong?”

She broke, her heartache shattering all her carefully erected barriers. “This isn't being strong, baka!” she screamed, fisting her hands. He stumbled backwards and fell awkwardly to the ground as her powers leaked into her voice and lashed against him. The look of shock on his face brought her back to her senses. `Oh gods…I haven't lost control of my power like that since Mistress Centipede! This isn't being strong or kind, it's despair. I will be alone and unloved and I don't have any more hope, but I can't let him know that. It's not his fault that he doesn't love me.' The pain in her chest was a tangible thing, twisting and shriveling her heart as she firmly repressed any thoughts of love between them. She took another deep breath and said rigidly, “You mean, how can I be so kind, right?” She clenched her fists. `That's how they all think of me: good, kind Kagome. Damnit!'

His eyes narrowed and he leaped up, striding over to her and glaring down in her face. “This is kind, Kagome? Shit, bitch, I said strong and I meant strong! You fought off Kaou and he had me trapped! You saved us both but you're wound up so tight you're about to explode! What did that bastard do to you?” His nose twitched and he looked intently down at her.

`Oh gods, no! He's too close and what if he can smell…' she backed away from him quickly, suddenly very aware of the lingering sensation of moisture between her thighs. `I'm not aroused any more, but…oh gods!' Her breaths came faster as his eyes focused on her body and his stance became predatory.

“Kagome. Answer me…what did the bastard do to you?”

“Nothing. I didn't let him find out that…I tried to keep him from…nothing!” She crossed her arms over her chest in an effort to look stern. “My eyes weren't the ones bleeding.”

“Shit, wench! What's your problem?” He closed the distance between them and put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a little shake.

“You wanted to follow Kikyou! You'd rather be dead!” He was too close and the barriers containing her emotions were too fragile. She glared at him, trying to add fuel to his irritation so that he would move away and keep her from breaking again.

“What? What makes you think that?”

“You said so!”

He gave her another shake. “I didn't say that.”

“But your eyes…the blood! Kaou gave you peace; he made you happy.”

He narrowed his eyes and glared at her, his hands flexing against her shoulders as if he wanted to shake her again. “Do you think any of the `happy' humans that bled and died wanted that? Do you think I wanted to be flower food? Don't be an idiot!”

She dropped her eyes and swallowed against another swell of pain. `I see now. It's not that he wanted to be with me, he just didn't want to follow Kikyou that way.' She nodded her head again but kept her eyes averted. “I know. At least I broke the spell.” He placed a finger under her chin and made her look up at him; she tried to smile for both of their sakes.

“You always break the spells holding me.” His voice was quiet and he pulled her close in spite of her crossed arms. “Kaguya's, Kaou's…even Kikyou's.”

He chuckled slightly as she gasped and uncrossed her arms, pressing her hands lightly against his chest. “What's the matter, wench? Did you think that I forgot she pinned me to a tree for fifty years? That she tried to drag me to hell?” He pulled back and looked down at her with a smirk and one eyebrow raised. “I forgave her and I owed her a debt and yeah, I guess I loved her.” He pulled her close again as she tensed at his words and tried to move away. “Don't be stupid, bitch.” Suddenly he inhaled deeply and she froze in place. “Kagome…what did he do to you? Your scent…it's like you're still stuck in his spell.”

`Gaaah!' Kagome tried to push away from him but her strength was no match for his. “Let me go, Inuyasha!” Tears of pain and embarrassment filled her eyes. `He doesn't love me! I'll just die if he finds out!' She struggled harder, pushing against his chest.

“Stop it wench! You're in pain! What did he make you see?” When she stopped struggling he held her lightly, but the moment she tried to move away again he tightened his arms, holding her close. “C'mon, Kagome. Quit trying to run away and talk to me.” He tucked her head under his chin and simply held her quietly as she trembled against him. “Let me help you break his spell.”

“I'm not…he didn't…I never let him…please!” The gentle warmth of his touch combined with the memory of her hallucinations was arousing her all over again. Her voice broke as she pleaded “Just let me go!”

“No wench. Not until you tell me why your scent....” He paused as he took another deep breath and she began to push against him in earnest. “Kagome?” He lifted her up easily and placed his nose at the pulse point near the angle of her jaw, inhaling deeply. “Damn!” He began to walk toward the recently purified room, his nose still buried in her neck.

“Inuyasha?” She tried to project a warning in her voice. `I'm not going to sit him for carrying me, but why won't he let me go? Wait…did he just lick me?'

He placed an arm under her knees as he took one final sniff, easily catching her up and holding her against his chest. He stared down at her for a moment, an unfamiliar glint in his golden eyes as he said, “If you `sit' me I'll fall on you, wench. We're going to have a little talk and I don't know if any of that bastard's seeds are out here. We need a safer place.”

He walked into the tono and kicked aside a broken shoji, glancing around suspiciously and sniffing carefully. Kagome cringed. `Gaah! No, don't smell! In this unprotected position I can't hope to hide what happened!' She blushed and turned her head into his chest when his eyes widened and he inhaled deeply, his nose unerringly moving toward her hips. `Oh gods, I just wish I could find a hole to crawl into!'

She froze as the metallic scent of blood made her aware that she had nearly buried her face in his chest injury. “Inuyasha! Let me take care of this!” She brought her hands up as best she could in her awkward position and tried to open his suikan and kosode, but when her fingers came into contact with the skin of his chest he gave a low, intense growl.

She flinched and withdrew her fingers. `He knows I'm aroused and he can't stand my touch. Oh gods.' She placed her hands meekly in her lap. “I'm sorry.”

“Keh.” His clawed hands flexed slightly against her side and thigh, making her pulse race. “Damn, Kagome.”

The low growl in his voice made her peek up at his face under her lashes. `Are his fangs longer…and are those his stripes? Why is Inuyasha turning demon? Is he that angry at me?' She tensed slightly as he walked up to another shoji.

“Open it.” The growl in his voice commanded her instant obedience; she reached out and slid the door open, revealing a sparsely furnished room with a few scattered cushions and a low table. He paused at the entrance and scented the air, his hands flexing against her body again.

“I don't smell any youkai, not even that Kaou bastard. His damn flowers were never in here.” He took another whiff and uncharacteristically stumbled slightly as he brought them toward the cushions in the back of the room.

Her fear of his anger vanished as she frowned in concern. “Inuyasha? Are you injured badly? Let me down so I can take a look.”

“Keh! Stupid wench. It's just a scratch on my chest. You should know he couldn't hurt me.”

She didn't contradict him by mentioning the tears of blood. “How did it happen?”

He set her down next to the cushions but held her gently in place by the shoulders, not allowing her to move away. “The bastard tried to use his roots to grab my heart after you broke the spell.” She kept her eyes on the contrasting necklines of his suikan and kosode, the clear boundary between red and white providing her with a focus point to calm her frayed emotions. “Kagome,” he growled softly as she stood with her head bowed, “what did he make you see?”

She grabbed her own forearms to prevent her hands from touching him. They were still too close and she could feel the heat from his body against her skin. “I'm sorry, Inuyasha. I didn't…I tried not to let him know what was in my heart. The flower pollen was too strong…I….” She sighed gustily and tried to inject a light tone into her voice. “Well, you must have pulled the roots off of me just before he could find out.” She peeked up at him through her bangs and ventured, “Thank you, Inuyasha.”

“Keh. You saved me first, wench. Just returning the favor.”

“So, we can go back to the others now, right?” She winced at the obviously forced cheer in her tone.

“I know they're fine. You're not.” He put a hand under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. The marks of his demon heritage were stark against his face and his eyes glowed in the dim illumination. “Kagome. What did the bastard do to you?” His gaze searched her eyes and she jerked her head away from his hand. A barely visible dusting of pink appeared on his face, contrasting bizarrely with his stripes, as he whispered, “Tell me why you smell like you've pleasured yourself.”

“Gods! Sit!” She spun away from him and tried to run out of the room, tears spilling from her eyes. She managed one step before he fell into her from behind, pulling her down with him with one arm and a curse.

“Damnit, Kagome!”

She felt his arm cushioning her at the last second just before she slapped painfully on the floor, her hands and elbows barely preventing her face from striking the tatami mats. Trapped prone with his immovable weight on her legs, she struggled futilely against his hold. “Let me go!”

“Damnit, wench! Why the hell did you sit me?”

“How do you know what I smell like when I…when I've done that?”

“Your room reeks of it sometimes, bitch! Just `cause a scent's a day old it don't mean I can't figure it out.”

“You've peeked at me when I was at the hot springs. Admit it!” The additional weight of the spell across the back of her legs began to lessen and she started to squirm out from under him, twisting her hips where they lay under his chest.

He made a sound that was almost a whine. “Damnit bitch, stop making me….” He grabbed her to hold her still, took a deep breath and said irritably, “So what if I've seen you at the springs. You need protection!”

“Yeah, from you! Let me go!” She managed to squirm out from under him.

His arm tightened possessively around her waist, pulling her down and back against his hard body, hiking her skirt up in the process. “No! You smell so…tell me what the bastard did to you!”

“Why do you care? What's that got to do with how I smell!” `Damn, not again!' she mentally cursed as her heart began to race in response to his touch and the heat radiating from his body.

“Damnit bitch! If he tried to mate with you I'm gonna find Sesshoumaru and make him raise the asshole from the dead just so I can kill him again!”

“I wasn't `mating' with him, damn you!” Mortified at her body's arousal and determined to flee, she turned in his grasp and began to strike at him with her fists.

He managed to capture her flailing hands and pushed them down to the mats, forcing her to arch up against him. She refused to meet his eyes as she fought his hold. `He's so angry at me he's shaking!'

“If you weren't mating then why the hell do you smell so goo…so god's damned…damnit, bitch!” he yelled as Kagome began to kick at him. “Stop it!”

He let go of one hand and grabbed her leg as she kicked, tugging it up and in toward him, pulling her sex into juxtaposition with his hips.

Both of them gasped simultaneously and froze in position.

Kagome could feel his arousal hardening against her most intimate parts and she felt the Tessaiga give a throbbing pulse under her leg. `Gods, even I can smell how aroused I am. If he loved me, it would be one thing, but…I can't do this.' Staring at his chest she swallowed painfully and said quietly “Please, Inuyasha, let me go. I know you love Kikyou and I'm sorry. I'm sorry Kaou found out that I wanted to…to make love with you. That was what he tried to do…give me the illusion that you love me along with the knowledge that you really love her. He wanted to feed off that pain as you…when we….” She choked back a sob. “Please! Now you know, so just let me go!”

He let go of her leg and fist but didn't let her leave. Instead, he pulled her in close, a low growl rumbling from his chest. She lowered her leg and rolled her hips away from his, allowing herself a moment of comfort in his arms before she pressed her hands against his chest. “Please,” she whispered.

“No. Stay with me, Kagome.”

“Please, let me go! I swear I…I won't leave, Inuyasha, but I can't stay with you right now. You don't want me, you want her.”

“Baka. You don't know anything.” His harsh tone was in stark contrast to his touch; his lower hand gently but firmly held her upper body against his while his free hand stroked her hair away from her face.

“You said you love Kikyou. There's no place—”

He placed a light kiss on her forehead. “Shut up and listen, wench.”

She went still, her defenses completely breached by his soft caress.

He gave a sigh as he tucked her head under his chin and stroked his jaw across her hair. “Tell me, wench. Is school important to you?”

“What? Of course it is.”

“And you go to it and take those damned tests, even though you don't want to.”

“Well, yes.” She began to pull away, confused, but he growled softly and held her still.

“To me, Kikyou was like your school.”

`What?' She pulled away to look at him and this time he allowed it. She shook her head at him in bewilderment. “I…I don't understand.”

He raised his head and pulled his trapped arm out from under her, placing his chin on his fist as he gazed down at her. The other hand continued to play with her hair. “I owed Kikyou my life. You have to complete your school to retain your honor. It's the same thing.” As she continued to look bewildered he gave a lopsided shrug. “She died and I still have an oath to fulfill.”

 

She shook her head, still confused, and he gave a snort of irritation, rolling his eyes. “I'd rather be with you, bitch.”

She winced. “Why do you have to call me that?”

He smirked at her and tapped her nose with the index finger of his free hand. “You are one.”

She couldn't help grumbling, “I bet you never called Kikyou a bitch.”

“Keh! She would have purified me in a second!”

`He respected her. She was stronger than me.' She turned her face away from him, ignoring his indrawn breath at her action. “And you still love her, and I'm just…and that's why Kaou….”

He interrupted her with an angry growl. “Yeah, I loved her when she was alive, but if you let that bastard get to you because of her then you're being really stupid, bitch.”

`Oooh! You jerk!' She inhaled sharply, ready to give him another sit, but he placed his hand over her mouth and rolled so that he was halfway on top of her.

“Don't. Just don't say it.” His gaze became intense as he stared down at her and the markings on his cheeks darkened. “Bitch.”

Her body tingled everywhere he touched. Embarrassed and angry, she jerked out from under his hand, turning her face away from him so that his claws lay against her exposed neck.

“Gods, Kagome!” She felt his body jerk against hers and his hand flex against her neck as his youki flared. He took a deep, harsh breath and his voice was almost strangled as he growled out, “Do you have any idea what you're doing? Every time you bare your neck to me…I've wanted you for…gods!” He stopped speaking and a low rumble came from his chest as he moved his hand down to her collar bone and leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his body shaking against hers. She barely heard him mumble, “So fucking hard to resist, bitch.”

`Wait…that's the same sound as his growl earlier and all this time I thought he was shaking in anger. He's not! He's trying to control his youki and he wants me!' This epiphany and years of repressed fantasies, fueled by stories from her more experienced friends, freed her from the constraints that had held her confined since Kikyou's resurrection.

She kept her neck bared to him but insinuated her hand between the openings of his suikan and kosode, stroking lightly over the skin and smiling at his growl in response to her touch. She hissed slightly as she felt fangs prick the sensitive skin at her pulse point, but he laved away the slight irritation with a slow, sensuous suckling that aroused her so strongly that she whimpered.

She turned her body toward him, pressing her hips against his, and reached up to tug at his hair. “Am I your bitch? Is that why you call me that?”

He growled but followed her pull until she could look into his eyes. They were hooded, predatory, the gold color fluctuating between dark amber and copper. “Keh. Damn right you're my bitch,” he answered in a husky voice. “I'll kill anyone else that touches you.”

“Does that mean you love me?”

He didn't answer. Instead he leaned down and placed light, nibbling kisses on her mouth, using his lengthened fangs to gently hold her lips still while he tasted her, and she moaned as her body responded with an almost painful arousal.

She cupped her hand against his cheek, stroking her thumb over the jagged stripe blazing there, and caught his lower lip between her teeth. She felt his hand slide around to the back of her head as he growled and deepened the kiss, pressing their bodies together as he delved into her with his tongue.

His hand moved down to her breast and he stroked his claws lightly over her already aroused nipple, causing her to moan into his kiss and arch her back into the strong, muscular plane of his body. Her moans gave way to small whimpers as he continued to kiss her and stroke, pleasurable aches tingling through her at each flick of his claw across her nipple.

Suddenly he broke the kiss and sat up, pulling the Tessaiga from the straps of his hakama and laying it carefully to the side. He grabbed several of the cushions and threw them behind his back, then tugged on her hand to pull her toward him as he half-reclined on them. “C'mere.”

Without thinking she shook her hand free and crawled forward, straddling his legs. As she realized what she was doing she gave a mental shrug. `Time to see if Eri's stories are true.' She sat down halfway up his thighs and parted his kosode, pushing it back and off of his shoulders, her fingers tingling as she ran them over the smooth contours of his chest.

His eyes darkened and he reached for her hips, pulling them forward until she was flush against his arousal. His fingers stroked against her bare thighs and pulled at the cloth of her panties as he leaned forward and tasted her mouth. She threaded her fingers through the hair at his temples and deepened the kiss, pulsing her hips against him as his touch spiked her arousal, creating an ache that his kiss didn't soothe.

Breaking away from his lips, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss over the red scar that indicated his recent wound, already healed by the surge of his youki. She moved slightly to the left and flicked her tongue across his nipple before taking it lightly between her teeth and suddenly sucking hard.

“Gods!” he moaned, his hips bucking underneath her. He tugged at her blouse. “Take this off, or I'll shred it,” he growled, his hand returning to her hip as he ground his arousal into her heat.

`Hhhmm. Eri was right about his nipples. Maybe I should put another of her stories to good use.' She loosened the knot in her scarf with infinite slowness, smiling as his hands flexed against her thighs and his gaze was captured by her movements. She pulled the slip knot over one breast and then the other, circling her nipples, while giving herself enough slack to pull it over her head without completely untying it.

“Gods, Kagome,” he panted as she pulled the scarf up and over her head, rising up on her knees and arching her back so that her still-clothed breasts almost touched his face. She heard him audibly swallow as she tossed the scarf to the side and he gave a low growl as she settled back down and slowly began to unfasten the top button of her blouse. `Thanks, Eri! I could get used to this power over him...it's much more fun than a sit.'

As she lowered her hands to the next button, he brought his hands up to help her and she swatted them away, shaking her head. “Hands off, Inuyasha,” she teased, but then caught her breath as he growled and looked straight into her eyes.

His irises were ruddy gold, the pupils dilated and pitch black, and a hint of red tinged the white of his eyes. “Damn, bitch,” he growled, his voice hoarse and an octave lower than usual. “Didn't Kirara teach you never to play with prey, especially if it can bite back?”

`Maybe I shouldn't tease too hard. Still....' She shook her head once again and set to work on the next button down, trusting that he would never consciously hurt her. He continued to stare into her eyes, his claws gouging furrows in the wooden floor, as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. As she began to slip it off her shoulders he gave a fierce growl and his hands snapped to her wrists, holding them still in an iron grip.

“Leave it. Unfasten that bra thing.” He let her hands go and resumed splintering the floor.

`Okay…now I'm getting a bit nervous.' She reached behind to unclasp the hooks, continuing to stare, mesmerized, into his pitch black pupils. She lowered her hands to her sides, licking her lips uneasily.

"My turn.” His voice was barely recognizable as he reached up and placed his hands around her neck, tracing his thumbs along her throat from her collar bones up to her chin. He held her head up at an angle as he leaned in and kissed her neck, his tongue lapping at the hollow in the base of her throat, his fangs lightly scraping along her collar bone. As his mouth moved to her shoulder his hands left her neck and slowly pushed her blouse and the straps of her bra off her shoulders. He growled low and nipped at her shoulder as the material caught on her elbows; she hurriedly straightened her arms and allowed him to pull the clothing completely off, still slightly worried even though his touch was gentle.

Faster than she could follow he tossed the clothing aside and grabbed her wrists. He leaned back into the cushions, pulling her down with him and placing her hands on either side of his head so that she bent over him on her hands and knees, her breasts level with his face. With a soft growl he let go of her wrists and reached up, placing his palms on the sides of her breasts and pushing them together. He brought his head up and pressed his face into the cleft between them as his thumbs brushed her taut nipples.

Kagome tossed her head back and moaned as he turned his head and began sucking on one sensitized nipple, drawing it into his mouth as his claws stroked the side of her breast, leaving trails like fire as his hand moved to her back and pulled her down, forcing her to bend her elbows. He took the tip gently between his teeth, sucking hard as his other hand rolled her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Gods!” she panted as the erotic stimulation made her core throb with unsatisfied need. “Inuyasha! Please…I…aaaah!” She writhed above him as his mouth and hand held her in place and the claws of his other hand traced a path up the inside of her thigh beneath her skirt. Her legs were held apart by his hips and her sex was completely vulnerable to him, covered only by the thin material of her panties.

He rubbed the back of his knuckles down the cleft of her sex and she tossed her head, moaning at the sensations coming from her breasts and core. Dimly she became aware that he had curled his claws deftly under the elastic on one side. `Oh…oh, no!'

“Inuya…” before she could finish his name he had ripped the crotch completely out of her panties, leaving her open to his touch, and he took advantage by rubbing his knuckles between her slick folds as he continued to stroke and suckle at her breasts. The last syllable of his name turned in to a hissing moan and she shifted her hips, tethered in place by his hand and mouth but unable to remain still, aching to be filled.

“Please! You're teasing me!”

He stopped suckling on her breast and gave a dark chuckle. “I warned you I bite back.”

He resumed suckling on her other breast, but his hands had left her and she heard the rustle of fabric. She moaned again as she felt his body rise up between her open legs and then fall back again. `He's taken off his hakama.' There was a shuffling sound as he kicked off the clothing but she paid little attention to it; his hands were stroking up the backs of her thighs. He stroked the sensitive area on her inner thighs just below her buttocks, flexing his hands and letting her feel his claws. He moved one hand underneath her and began stroking with his knuckles again while the other teased the skin of her thighs with his claws.

She whimpered, her hips writhing as he kept her stimulated but unfulfilled. He began alternately flicking his tongue against her nipple and sucking it as he rubbed against her core and she gasped for breath, nearly fainting as her pulse raced.

“Please…I can't…please!”

He stopped suckling and nuzzled her breast, continuing to stroke her core and thighs. “Please what, bitch?”

“I need you inside me…I can't—“

He flipped them over so fast she screamed, and as she gasped in reaction she found herself looking up into the face and eyes of Inuyasha's demon form. `He hasn't hurt me yet, but I wish I had my hanyou back.' His hot erection pressed against her thigh for a moment before he pushed her thighs apart with his own and pressed his hard length into her core. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as he advanced; he was thick and hot and hard and though his thrust wasn't brutal, he was relentless. She felt a pleasure that was almost akin to pain as she involuntarily moved her hips, trying to ease the pressure as he filled her. Finally he was seated in her as deep as he could go and she panted, still adjusting to the pressure-almost-pain.

“Bitch,” he growled, his voice an odd mixture of tenderness and possessive pride. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and smiled at his transformation. Though his facial stripes and fangs were still very much in evidence his eyes had turned back to the golden color she loved, although the whites were still tinged with red.

“Inuyasha.”

She gasped and arched beneath him as he moved within her, his hard length sliding in and out of her in a slow, undulating rhythm as he stared at her with predatory eyes. The aching need within her was eased with each forward stroke and she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips to meet his thrusts.

She pulled his head down so she could kiss him, but as their lips touched he sped up the pace and she gasped as a coil of pleasure built within her, igniting her blood. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as each thrust pushed her closer; she could feel every muscle in her body tense against the explosion that was building within.

“INUYASHA!” She screamed his name as an intense orgasm rippled through her body. He answered her with a growling howl and a series of fast, deep thrusts as his own orgasm ripped the control of his body from him. He collapsed on top of her and they rode out the aftershocks of their climax together.

Finally he lifted his head and stared down at her, his eyes reverting back to their normal color. She reached up to trace the markings on his cheeks as they faded and he gave a low growl, but she recognized now that the sound meant approval, not censure.

“So I'm a bitch, huh?”

“My bitch, yeah.”

“Hhmmm.” She grinned and squeezed her inner muscles around him, laughing as he groaned and thickened within her again. She scratched his face lightly with her nails. “Are you sure you've got the right species?” she purred, thrilling at the way his breath hitched at her touch.

“Maybe you aren't a bitch after all, little hell cat.” He smirked at her and flexed his hips, eliciting a gasp from her. “But I already warned you not to play with your prey.”

He took her lips again but suddenly he lifted his head, his ears swiveling. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“I can hear Miroku's shakujou. We better get dressed.”

They threw on their clothes but suddenly she blushed as red as his fire rat. “Inuyasha! What am I going to do about this?” She desperately tugged at her ripped panties, trying to cover her private parts.

He glanced up as he finished tying his hakama and laughed, then walked over to her and lifted her chin, giving her a gentle kiss. “Save it for the next time, little hell cat,” he whispered, then strode out of the room and she heard him leaving the tono.

“Oi, Miroku!”

“Inuyasha! Is Kagome-sama well?”

“Keh. Like I'd let any harm come to the bitch.”

'Bitch, huh? Hell cat...he never said he loved me, but....' She smiled in the dim room and walked out of the tono.

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Translation:
Omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori: Latin (hey, it's me…what else?); Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to love. (Vergil)