InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Gone With the Wind. ❯ Dead Monk and Hesitant Demons ( Chapter 15 )

Gone With the Wind

Chapter 15

 

 

“Inu Yasha…” Kagome hissed as she awoke a few moments before dawn with a set of talented, slick fingers delivering the most delightful of wake up calls. “What if the others hear us?” She questioned in a low raspy voice as she fought against the urge to moan. He'd been doing this for four straight days, she noted with a mixture of elation and annoyance, finding excuses to pleasure her whenever he could. While she had to admit she admired his…enthusiasm…the more time that passed, the more brazen his actions became.

 

“You'll just have to be quiet wench.” Inu Yasha retorted gruffly as his lip curled into an almost sadistic grin, the tip of a fang hanging out of his mouth.

 

“You…You're…so mean.” Kagome panted as she squirmed against the forest floor.

 

“I could take you …..somewhere more private.” Inu Yasha offered mysteriously, the double meaning in his words and pregnant pause causing the girl beneath him to wince as he stared at her with lust-clouded eyes.

 

Kagome gulped as she shook her head at her hanyou aggressor. She had a pretty good idea what somewhere more private would eventually lead to and as much as her body screamed for that, and boy did it scream, she wasn't sure if she was ready for it yet. Perhaps she was being a tad selfish, but she couldn't just …do that…with Inu Yasha.

Not without knowing for sure how he felt about her.

 

“Oh… Kami.” Kagome whimpered softly as a slick, callused digit easily slid over the delicate, sensitive nub that swelled for attention.

 

A low rumble, that caused Kagome's toes to curl, slowly worked its way free of Inu Yasha's throat. “Are you sure?” He whispered huskily as he stared down at her flush face. He rested his cheek in his right palm, while his left hand disappearing under the fabric of her sleeping bag, as he shot her a look full of predatory confidence and longing. Watching her squirm like she was, he groaned, made it very difficult to take “no” for an answer.

 

“I…” Kagome swallowed as she opened her mouth in a silent moan; killing the sound in her throat as she attempted to remain quiet. “No.” She whimpered honestly as her hips slowly gyrated against the motions of his hand.

 

“Kagome…” Inu Yasha growled as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. Did she have any idea how crazy she was driving him? How sexy she looked? Kami…if only he could kiss her. Why the fuck couldn't he work up the courage to kiss her?

 

“Inu Yasha,” Kagome whimpered as she felt his hips working against the side of her body through the fabric of the bag. Despite the thickness of her sleeping bag she could still feel the…evidence of his excitement, and the proximity was driving her mad. “Faster.” She whimpered meekly as she felt her body approach its climax.

 

`Kami,' Kagome's inner mind moaned, `If he can do THAT with his fingers…just imagine what he can do with…oh…yes…right there'

 

“Kiss me.” Kagome commanded, her soft moan degenerating into desperate mewling cries as the hanyou's frantically moving fingers suddenly stilled against her aching flesh.

 

“W-What?” Inu Yasha whispered in disbelief.

 

“Don't stop.” She whined breathlessly, gasping softly and smiling as his finger lightly stroked her aching pearl again.

 

“What did you say?” He questioned thoughtfully as he stared down at her contorted, blissful face. If she said what he thought she said…Kami... he simply couldn't trust his own ears with something like this.

 

“I don't remember.” Kagome huffed as she attempted to reclaim the rhythm that had her so close to completion before.

 

“Yes you do.” Inu Yasha argued as he slowed the motions of his finger in an attempt to gain her attention again. “Now tell me what you said.” He ordered.

 

“You'll stop again.” She whined as she stared up at him through lust-filled eyes.

 

“No I won't,” He consoled as he slowly ran his middle finger down the slick, sensitive flesh of her womanhood, teasing the answer from her as he offered her something he knew would produce the climax she so desperately ached for. “Not if you tell me.” He corrected with a grin as he dipped the tip of his middle finger into her warm body, causing her eyes to roll back in her head.

 

“I….asked….you….to kiss me.” Kagome softly admitted as her breath came in heavy pants. She moaned, a little louder then she intended to, when the reward for her answer was delivered in the form of a slender callused digit burying itself in her body. “Inu Yasha….” She hissed as the finger withdrew, only to be joined by a second.

 

“You're so beautiful Kagome.” Inu Yasha whispered lovingly, pumping his fingers into her body, as he craned his neck to look down at her. “I never thought…you would ever…” He faltered as he attempted to communicate the feelings her simple admission evoked, “I mean…I'm a hanyou...and…”

 

Kagome's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of his words. “Why aren't you kissing me?” She questioned as she cut off his little self-deprecating comments.

 

“Pushy.” The hanyou playfully groused as another cocky grin curled against his lip.

 

“Baka.” Kagome countered as she grabbed his face in her hands and brought his timid lips to hers. It was easier, she noted as she quietly moaned against the hanyou's warm mouth, to keep quiet when her lips were otherwise occupied.

 

“Y-You're so warm.” Inu Yasha whispered against her ear as simultaneous stifled moans momentarily broke their kiss.

 

“Kami…” Kagome whimpered as she dug her fingers into the fabric of her bag, the gentle puff of air his words delivered against the shell of her ear causing every muscle in her body to twist.

 

“What does it feel like?” He questioned softly as he gently nudged the side of her face with his nose, attempting to bring her attention to his question.

 

“Feel….like?” She pondered softly as her entire being practically hummed with unreleased pleasure. What did what feel like?

 

“What does it feel like,” Inu Yasha explained, “When I ….do this….to you?” He emphasized this with an additional thrust of his fingers.

 

Kagome's brow furrowed as her thoughts were quickly muddled by the seemingly endless onslaught of pleasure the thrusting digits produced. How did this feel? He knew what this felt like…didn't he? After all, he'd done this himself at least once that she knew of. Was he asking what it felt like to her, or what it felt like to have another person…?

 

Kagome's eyes suddenly flew open as a wave of guilt, brought about by her perceived selfish nature, washed over her. All the time he'd been helping her, she noted, she hadn't once returned the favor. As shy as he typically was, she realized, he'd probably never come right out and ask her to touch him, no matter how badly he hurt.

 

A soft smile curled against Kagome's lip as she surreptitiously slipped a gentle hand down her hanyou's body, past the ties at his waist, and into the confines of his hamaka.

 

“Ka-Kagome?!” Inu Yasha questioned with a wide-eyed, stunned expression as a timid, warm, and delicately soft hand gently squeezed at the sensitive skin of his shaft.

 

“Shhhhh!” She chastised in a lower tone as she slowly worked her hand up and down in time with her hips. “You'll wake everyone up.” She reminded as she mapped his engorged organ with her hand appreciatively. She knew he was big, from all the times he had accidentally poked against her side or back, but feeling such things first hand…

 

“Ohhhhhh.” The hanyou groaned as he buried his face against the crook of her neck. “Warn me next time wench.” He woofed huskily while nipping lightly at her earlobe as his fingers quickly matched the rhythm of her hand.

 

“Mmmmm…You ….asked.” Kagome reminded as her fingers curiously dabbed at the moisture that collected at the tip of his length. Her smile grew as he shivered from her touch.

 

`I did?' Inu Yasha's inner voice questioned as he tried to recall his words. `Damn.' He cursed as his hips began to thrust against her grasp. “Good answer.” He growled in a seductive tone as he buried his free hand into the dirt. “Tighter.” He pleaded, a low rumble of approval rattling through his body as she silently complied.

 

“Kiss me.” She ordered in response as her eager imagination easily replaced his fingers with the length she tightly squeezed. Running off for a little privacy, she noted, was suddenly sounding like a very good idea.

 

`His lips are so soft.' Kagome's inner mind moaned as his lips crashed against hers desperately, `His mouth tastes so sweet.' It added as the kiss became more passionate. `This all feels so… right,' she mused blissfully, `how does anyone stay a virgin when this feels so damn good?' She questioned as the feeling of his fingers moving inside her wet cavern caused her toes to curl again.

 

“Well good morning!” An overly lecherous voice sang from several feet over the distracted couple, causing them to freeze. Miroku's grin could not be rivaled as he beamed down at the pair with casual amusement. “Sleep well?” He questioned suggestively as two pairs of eyes reflected embarrassment and frustration.

 

“I'll kill him.” Inu Yasha growled against her ear as his body slowly attempted to recover.

 

“Inu Yasha…” Kagome whispered; pulling her hand back slowly as the reverberations of his anger highlighted the fact that his fingers were still inside her.

 

“You're still…” She whispered brokenly, “You hand is still...”

 

Inu Yasha blushed as he slowly pulled his fingers from her body, her tiny gasp of disappointment grating against his nerves.

 

“You're dead monk!” He growled loudly as he calmed his body with an almost violent intake of breath.

 

“What's the matter Inu Yasha?” Miroku questioned innocently as he raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Did I,” He paused as he seemed to savor the hanyou's embarrassment, “Interrupt something?”

 

“Dead!” Inu Yasha snarled as he leapt after the rapidly retreating monk with brandished claws. “DEAD.” He repeated

 

Kagome groaned as she pulled her sleeping bag over her head. `Now would be a good time to burst into flames.' She huffed as she silently prayed Sango had somehow missed the less-then-innocent exchange.

 

If Miroku thought she was going to save him this time from Inu Yasha's wrath, Kagome noted with a disappointed sigh, he was desperately mistaken.

 

`If he hadn't stopped us…' Kagome reasoned thoughtfully as she silently pressed her knees together within the confines of her bag. `Maybe I owe him more then I realize.' She admitted silently as she chanced a peek over the edge of the fabric. After all, losing her virginity should be special, and not something she simply rushed through because she couldn't keep her hormones in check.

 

Still, Kagome huffed as she watched Inu Yasha chase the less-then-pious monk around the clearing, it was a shame they didn't at least get to finish….what-they-were-doing....before Miroku …saved them from their hormones.

 

Kagome groaned as the naughty memory caused her entire body to ache with frustration. `I'm never walking again.' She whimpered grievously as she unceremoniously buried her face in her sleeping bag once more.

 

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Meanwhile, approximately fifty miles west of camp inu-tachi, another young woman from the future was having her own passionate puppy experience. Sadly however, in Keiko's case, the romantic rendezvous was quite literally all in her head.

 

“S-Sesshoumaru” Keiko stuttered loudly as her literal and metaphorical dream- man thrust roughly into her arching body.

 

“Yes.” She hissed blissfully as he buried himself to the hilt while kneeling behind her.

 

It was quite obvious she was dreaming, she noted as she attempted to shake off the overwhelming feelings of lust and pleasure.

 

Little things were always somehow wrong in her dreams.

 

Little things like someone's negative personality or missing limb somehow ended up lost in translation when her unconscious mind decided to play.

 

Not that she was complaining of course.

 

“Dirty bitch.” Sesshoumaru's husky voice whispered roughly against the shell of her ear as he continued to take her from behind.

 

“Oh…Yes.” Keiko agreed unabashedly as she braced herself against each violent thrust, the sound of their bodies connecting muffled only by the sound of blood rushing through her ears.

 

Typically she'd be offended by such a derogatory term, but given their current position…..she supposed she could forgive such things.

 

“I'm going to fuck you until you break.” The taiyoukai promised darkly as two clawed hands slowly worked their way down the sides of her body to roughly secure her hips.

 

“Yes.” Keiko practically whimpered as she lowered her shoulders to the ground to give her lover complete access to her body. “Break me.” She encouraged, her words sounding slightly lame, but her brain too far gone to really care.

 

A low strained grunt escaped Sesshoumaru's lips as he pulled back, the tip of his phallus barely holding his place, before he buried his length to the hilt again.

 

“Kami,” He groaned breathlessly, “So……tight.” He growled appreciatively as he repeated the slow, deliberate motion over and over.

 

“Sesshoumaru…” Keiko moaned as her fingers twisted and ripped at the tiny blades of grass beneath them. Each thrust, every violent motion, delivered nothing but delicious pleasure to her unconscious and enthralled mind, and still it was never enough.

 

“Deeper.” She moaned as she curved her back into an almost painful arc.

 

Unbeknownst to Keiko, she apparently had a tendency to talk in her sleep.

 

“Sezz…ho…maru” The young woman muttered as she squirmed against the ground a few inches from the great taiyoukai's location.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes instantly flew to the young woman's face as he wondered for a brief moment if she was calling him. Ever since their little interaction at the hot springs, the taiyoukai noted, she had been sleeping further away. He really couldn't blame her. He hadn't expected to lose control like that.

 

`What is it about this woman?' The demon lord silently question before another soft cry suddenly caught his attention.

 

“Oh…..Yes.” Keiko mumbled again as her back arched against the ground.

 

`She's dreaming?' Sesshoumaru noted and questioned, seemingly at the same time, as he leaned over, wrapping his arm around her middle, before gently placing her head against his thigh.

 

`She's dreaming of me?' He queried silently as he pondered whether he should rouse her or not. Ever since he had destroyed Naraku's puppet, the nightmares, that had plagued Keiko every night without fail, seemed to wane in their frequency. This, coupled with the fact that Naraku seemed to have first hand knowledge of the dreams, seemed to suggest the young reincarnation's unconscious state was somehow accessible to the deviant hanyou. The most disturbing part of this realization, the taiyoukai noted as he stared down at her contorted face, was that this meant the woman he protected and his sworn enemy were somehow…connected.

 

“Yes.” Keiko muttered softly as she arched against the forest floor again. “Break …me.” She added as her head loosely rolled to the side.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyebrow rose into his hairline as he regarded the woman with a newfound interest. Just what were they doing in this dream of hers anyways? She had flinched away from his touch ever since the incident at the hot springs four days ago, which was probably a good thing, considering the effect the scent of her blood had on him. Was her unconscious mind revisiting the past? Did she wish to do such things again?

 

`No.' Sesshoumaru's inner voice warned darkly. He couldn't let his thoughts lead him in that direction. This woman, Keiko, was somehow connected to his sworn enemy. Human frailties aside, he couldn't mate himself to a woman who could end up serving the very demon he'd sworn to destroy.

 

“Sesshoumaru…” Keiko whimpered.

 

He leaned in closer as he instinctually reacted to her gentle whimper and spiking scent.

 

“Deeper.” She whined breathlessly, her back arching, as she squirmed against the earth in a provocative fashion.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened as he stared down at the young female with a mixed sense of horror, anger, and lust. Without so much as saying a word the taiyoukai instantly rose to his feet, taking several purposeful steps away from the whimpering woman, as he dropped her head unceremoniously to the ground.

 

“Ow!” Keiko exclaimed as she rubbed at her abused melon and took in her surroundings through confused and sleepy eyes. Where had her big, mean, horny demon boy gone?

 

`Oh,' Keiko smiled as she leaned back and ogled the ass a few feet in front of her. `There he is.' She noted wistfully as she tilted her head to the side ever-so-slightly. Over the course of the last few days she had come to terms with the fact that his ass was not real, at least, not in the strictest sense. Still, she mused lecherously, his tongue technically wasn't real either but that didn't stop her from enjoying it.

 

“What happened?” Keiko finally questioned as she continued to rub the back of her head despite the pain diminishing.

 

“You were dreaming.” Sesshoumaru stated blandly as he seemed to stare at the passing clouds.

 

“So you kicked me in the head?!” She groaned bitterly.

 

“I should have left you at the mercy of your mind?” The taiyoukai questioned as his irises slowly crept to the corner of his eyes. He assumed, based on Keiko's less then embarrassed body language, that she had no idea how much of her dream spilt into reality. This, he noted, was a weakness worth exploiting.

 

“Uh…” Keiko blushed. “No I guess not.” She huffed. Truthfully she would have liked the opportunity to finish her depraved dream, but she couldn't very well tell him that, when he assumed he was saving her from another ghastly nightmare. “Thanks.” She muttered softly as she finally pulled her hand away from her head.

 

“You dreamt of Naraku again?” Sesshoumaru questioned in a low and even voice as he did his best to sound disinterested.

 

“Uh…….” Keiko blinked. He never asked about the dreams. Why now? “Uh…..no,” She answered honestly, knowing he could easily detect any lie, “Not about Naraku.” She blushed.

 

“You seemed….distressed.” He countered audaciously as his eyes remained fixed on her body movements.

 

“I did?” Keiko questioned as she nervously bit her lip and stared into the ground. “Oh…well…uh...” She faltered.

 

Sesshoumaru caught the spike in her scent again as she relived the events of the dream. Keeping his distance would be difficult, he noted, if he continued on with this line of questioning. While his curiosity was killing him, it would be better to change the subject.

 

“We head east.” The taiyoukai relayed flatly, informing her of their traveling plans, as he moved his eyes away from the faltering female and gazed at the sky once again.

 

“Kay.” Keiko agreed as she silently thanked the gods for the demon lord's attention-derailment and gathered up her things to take a quick bath. Her period had ended yesterday, which she felt was a good thing, considering the effect it seemed to have on the great taiyoukai. Still, she huffed, it was nice to think she held that much power over someone so …powerful….if only for a little while.

 

She nodded in Jaken's general direction as he slowly roused before waddling over to escort her through the forest.

 

`Sesshoumaru is so cranky all the time,' Keiko noted as she casually strolled through the forest, `maybe I just liked seeing him express something other then contempt or annoyance?' She questioned thoughtfully as she lightly tapped her lower lip with her finger in a contemplative gesture while attempting to analyze the reason for the dream.

 

`Maybe I just liked the way it felt…'she admitted as her stomach slowly tied in a knot.

 

Deciding it was far too early to be contemplating such things, and that she absolutely stank of grass and sweat, Keiko hastened her pace to the hot spring and quickly removed her clothing.

 

As the water washed away her worries, and eased the odd tension in her back, she was faced with several logical conclusions to the events of the past few days.

 

Firstly, Sesshoumaru was attracted to her. Maybe not in a romantic sense, but at least in a sense that she could understand and in a sense that meant he was most definitely NOT dead from the waist down, as she had previously quipped.

 

Secondly, she was very attracted to Sesshoumaru. Again, not in a romantic sense, at least……she didn't think so. She had never been `in love' before and so therefore had no basis to make any kind of comparison.

 

Thirdly, and most disturbingly, there was absolutely NO reason why the two of them couldn't have sex. Sure, she was a virgin, but she wasn't the kind of girl who saved such things for marriage. There was always the threat of diseases or unwanted pregnancies, she supposed, but hadn't condoms been around for years and years and years? She was almost certain she'd heard that somewhere….and even if she was wrong, there were other ways to avoid pregnancy.

 

Fourthly, and finally, if they did start….fooling around… perhaps the demon lord would cut her some slack in the trip-through-the-well department. After all, people were often a little more agreeable when sexually satisfied…………or so she'd heard.

 

Keiko nibbled her lower lip as she contemplated her next move. It all seemed so cut and dry when she factored out emotions and feelings. For some reason, offering herself to Sesshoumaru in the hopes of gaining her freedom, no matter how much she would enjoy his `company', sent a chilling feeling of deja-vu through her. The feeling was stupid, she supposed, considering she was a virgin and had obviously never offered her body to anyone for anything in her entire life. She made a point of reminding herself that the reason she wanted to do this had nothing to do with escaping and she successfully pushed the odd feeling away.

 

If she was planning on alerting the taiyoukai of her willingness, Keiko noted, she would have to do so subtly. Somehow, she got the impression blatant seduction simply wouldn't work on someone like Sesshoumaru.

 

“Jaken.” Keiko called as her eyes fell on the hunched over toad who seemed to teeter in and out of consciousness. “What does Lord Sesshoumaru look for…..in a woman?” She questioned casually, trying her hardest to ignore the toad's indignant squawks as she anxiously awaited information she could use.