InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Good Enough to Eat... ❯ Cocoa ( Chapter 7 )

Sorry for the little delay, visiting family… My computer is *amazingly* still working, so no worries there.

 

Hmmm… now that Inuyasha is temporarily out of the picture, what does our naughty daiyoukai have in store for the poor, unsuspecting miko?

 

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Cocoa

 

Bathing in the feudal era was one of Kagome's favorite things to do. It was relaxing, natural, and refreshing. She had grown accustomed to bathing in cold water, but - being the modern girl she was - a hot bath was one of the luxuries she refused to give up if the opportunity was ever presented. So, when they came across a small onsen in a sunny little glade, it went without saying that it was time to take a little break from travelling.

 

Inuyasha, though he was usually reluctant to stop for anything save sleeping and eating, knew better than to argue. He'd been in Kagome's company long enough for him to understand that if he tried denying her this, he would end up a good ten feet in the ground. The young woman was incredibly selfless and rarely asked for anything, but when she did want something… hell, he didn't know it was even possible for someone to be so stubborn. Or frightening. Any pup with half a brain in his head knew not to incur the wrath of the futuristic miko. So he shut his trap and settled in a nearby tree, knowing that both women would want to indulge.

 

That being said, the priestess and her slayer friend had enjoyed a nice, long soak before preparing to depart once again.

 

Kagome patted herself down with the fluffy blue towel she'd brought along, giving her hair a hurried brushing and then dressing with quick, practiced motions. It was hot again, so she decided on a skirt that allowed sufficient air circulation and freedom of movement.

 

Withdrawing a bottle from her bathing bag, she cracked the lid open and squeezed some of its contents into her palm. “You want some?” she offered Sango.

 

The taijiya, who had just finished slipping into her trademark uniform, glanced curiously at the bottle. “What is it?”

 

“It's cocoa butter. It helps keep the skin firm,” she explained.

 

Sango seemed to consider it for a second, but then shook her head in the negative. “Thank you for the offer, Kagome, but I think I'll pass. Lotion and leather in hot weather are not such a good combination.”

 

She gathered her things and looked to her younger companion, asking, “Coming?”

 

“Go on ahead; I'll be there in a second. I've just gotta rub this stuff in,” Kagome responded, settling herself on a rock to do just that.

 

The raven-haired girl watched her friend depart before she began smoothing the sweet-smelling substance onto her thighs and stomach. She knew that there was little chance of her getting loose skin any time soon, but Kagome was absolutely hooked on the smell. `Like a fresh batch of cupcakes,' she thought dreamily as she sniffed her palms.

 

A thought occurred to her then, and her eyes widened a little in panic. What if… what if Sesshomaru was around? Would he appear again to investigate this new scent? She shook her head and smiled crookedly, assuring herself that Inuyasha was not far off, and that he would come to her rescue if the daiyoukai did appear.

 

With that in mind, she gathered up her belongings and turned to head back to camp… only to run straight into a hard, metal-plated chest. Stumbling back with a startled `oh', the priestess gawked up into the blank face of demon she'd just been thinking of.

 

She wondered how he'd managed to sneak up on her without her miko senses feeling his approach… but then realized she couldn't sense his aura at all. “How… how did you-”

 

“This one has shielded his presence, miko. Your monk friend will not be able to sense me, either.”

 

She didn't like the sound of that. “Well, that may be, but Inuyasha will still smell you!” She could have sworn she saw the faintest twitch of his lips at that, but it was gone too quickly for her to be certain.

 

“The hanyou is currently unable to assist you, miko,” he informed her in a voice that was cold and wicked, the satisfaction she saw burning in his eyes making Kagome cringe.

 

“What did you do to him?!”

 

Sesshomaru scoffed at the concern in her tone, assuring her, “He yet lives, girl, this one has merely ensured that the whelp will be unable to interfere with his dealings for a short while.”

 

She balked. “Y-your dealings…?”

 

Faster than she could blink, Kagome was being held fast to the trunk of a sturdy tree, her back scraping painfully against the bark.

 

“I will not be denied again,” Sesshomaru responded firmly as he splayed one large, clawed hand across her midriff. The daiyoukai lowered himself to one knee before her, his free hand pushing the light material of her skirt up to expose a creamy thigh.

 

“H-hey!” she stammered in mortification, trying desperately to push the bunched fabric down to its rightful place.

 

Sesshomaru frowned minutely, batting her hands away and shooting her a cold look that had her freezing in her tracks. “I will not be denied again,” he repeated, though this time there was a promise of pain behind it, an assurance that - if she refused to cooperate - she would be punished.

 

Kagome was certain that she was blushing every shade of red imaginable, the feeling of his hand on her tender flesh… so close to the most intimate part of her body… Yet, while she'd thought it impossible to become any more embarrassed than she already was, she was proven wrong when she felt his nose against the delicate skin of her upper thigh. There was absolutely, one-hundred percent nothing innocent about where this was heading, she was certain.

 

The curious daiyoukai sniffed lightly along her leg, wondering at the sweet aroma clinging to her skin. It was decadent and foreign to him, unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. The miko certainly was in possession of a great many interesting things.

 

“You smell delicious,” he told her plainly.

 

She paled, scrunching her eyes tightly shut and muttering to herself about how - from this point on - she would only use unscented products.

 

A deep, masculine hum met her mumbling, and she peeked hesitantly through one blue orb to stare at her assailant. He stared blankly back, one silver brow quirked.

 

“While these `products' you speak of are indeed intriguing, my ultimate desire has nothing to do with them.”

 

Both eyes were open now, her brows furrowed in confusion at his startling declaration. He… wasn't interested in her because of the foreign things she carried? “But… but you said you were curious,” she whispered in a strained voice, the air having left her lungs.

 

He gave one small nod, a barely perceptible motion that might have been missed had she not been paying close attention to the daiyoukai.

 

“There are many things about you that intrigue me, woman, but this has nothing to do with any of that. The oddity that surrounds you is… entertaining… but what I desire lies beneath all of that.”

 

She was afraid - no, terrified to ask… but it had to be done. “What… exactly is it that you desire?”

 

That damn perfect brow was arched again as he regarded her in a manner that could only be described as dubiously, and Kagome had to fight off the urge to blush at the mildly demeaning look.

 

“Are you truly so naïve, priestess? I want what any male wants from a beautiful female.”

 

She felt like she was going to throw up. This. Could. Not. Be. Happening. It was a dream; a crazy, freaky dream that she was going to wake up from any second now. Inuyasha's older brother - the cold, murderous, human-hating daiyoukai who was feared by all - had not just told her he wanted to get fresh with her. Nope. No way.

 

So, naturally, Kagome reached over and gave herself a good hard pinch on the arm to wake herself from this atrocious - yet scandalously delightful - nightmare. Nothing happened. Sesshomaru was still there, staring up at her with a bored expression on his face. `Hmm… I must not be pinching myself hard enough,' she deduced and squeezed the tender bit of skin on her arm more forcefully.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

She glared at the dream Sesshomaru sharply before snapping, “I'm trying to wake myself up from this weird nightmare; it's getting a little out of hand! So, if you don't mind-”

 

“You are not dreaming, priestess.” To prove his point, the inu youkai leaned a little closer and clamped his sharp fangs onto the firm flesh of her thigh.

 

“Oh good gods!” she hissed frantically, realizing with a start that this wasn't some insane dream conjured up by her warped brain. `What the hell am I going to do now?!'

 

She weighed her options carefully. She could… scream for help… but it was likely that he would rip out her throat before she even had a chance to utter a single word. She could try to zap him with her miko powers… but chances were that any such attempt would also result in a bloody end for her. Kagome had her suspicions that if she were to tell him to back off, he wouldn't take that well either.

 

`You could try reasoning with him? Ask him nicely? Something! Do something!' her frazzled brain screamed at her, trying very hard not to notice the way her body was tingling where his breath wafted across her skin.

 

She cleared her throat. “Ahem, I… I don't think that this is a good idea. I mean… you're an important, influential youkai… and I'm just a lowly, filthy human. We're two completely different individuals and we don't really know one another, and this is just… really weird. So please, please stop.”

 

“You talk entirely too much, priestess,” Sesshomaru remarked as he continued his lazy perusal of her thighs, his tongue and fingers tracing aimless patterns along her skin.

 

“Hey!” she squeaked indignantly.

 

“You keep prattling on about the same silly nonsense, but it is rather clear to this one that you are anticipating what will come.”

 

She clammed up tighter than Myouga when being questioned about his whereabouts, and then proceeded to do a damned good impression of a tomato. She had been trying, and succeeding, to ignore the fact that her body was responding differently than her brain. He was a gorgeous male specimen, after all, and having a gorgeous male specimen licking ones thighs tended to cause that kind of reaction.

 

However, just because her body had decided it felt nice, didn't mean she was all for it! So, she tried again…

 

“I really think this is a bad idea. No offense to you - I'm quite flattered, but this is only going to make things unnecessarily complicated.”

 

Sesshomaru stopped, removed his face from its current position, and rose fluidly to his feet. He glared down at her, golden eyes alit with displeasure. Kagome, while glad she had finally gotten through to him, was now a tad worried about what he was going to do to her. With an ego the size of his, she doubted he would take this rejection lightly.

 

The daiyoukai lowered his head so that his face lingered just inches from hers. She took a deep breath and braced herself.

 

“This one despises repeating himself, miko, but he shall say it one last time, so that even your simple human brain can understand it. I will not be denied again.” His hand slid smoothly beneath her skirt, took hold of the waistband of her panties… and ripped.

 

Kagome went ramrod straight, her throat constricting in panic. `Oh, bloody hell…'

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Only one more chapter to go for this story! For those of you who have not been reading my author's notes thus far (assuming that you are reading this one, despite the fact that you've ignored all others) I am planning on posting a sequel, so don't have a fit.

 

I'll try to have the next one up in good time, so that you don't have to suffer for too terribly long…

 

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