InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In Silver Rays ❯ In Silver Rays ( Chapter 1 )

Author's note: It has been a while since I last wrote a one shot. I believe it be a little bit over a year ago… maybe a year and an half. Usually, in my note, I talk about things that happened recently in my life, but not today. Today, it is a rambling about this fic ^-^, curious people can starve for all I care, I won't tell you how I've been lately. This idea popped out of my mind while I was reading a poorly written lemon. I thought, "If nothing can satisfy you, than try to satisfy yourself." Almost each and every of my stories starts with a title. This one is no exception. The idea of the title, though, came with an image I had in head that I wish I were able to recreate on paper. Unfortunately, my skills are still not good enough for such thing. But I hope in the near future, that I'll be able to recreate that image. It is my first Inuyasha fan fiction, and I'm new to the series. So please, understand that I may get some details wrong and miss a few important details on the character's personality. Any sort of criticism is welcome; I have a hard skin that could compare to the firerat's coat, so I do not fear flames. Now enjoy and leave you're comments before leaving, I would highly appreciate it.

Disclaimers: Inuyasha and its characters are copyrights of Takahashi Rumiko-sensai. I am merely borrowing them for entertainment and am in no way receiving money for this piece of fiction. The story line, though, is mine and can not be taken unless asked. Any reproduction is, thus, forbidden. However, knowing that I have no control over the net, some things just can't be prevent.

Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains graphic sexual scene and the usual profanities most uncut anime has. If you are underage or easily offended, please pass your way. You have been dully warned.

In Silver Rays

By Evil Karyta

It had been raining for a few days now, damping the road, the heavy drops digging holes and mangling with the soft earth. The small group of mismatched travelers were soaked, muddy and exhausted. However, the Kamis had been good to them that evening, clearing the sky of the dark, glooming clouds above, giving them but a small relief of the downpour and a glimpse of the setting sun. They had settled under a patch of tall trees that lined the old road from which ringlets of rainwater had been created, snaking down to join the tumultuous torrents of bloated rivers. The fresh air smelled of damp earth and water engorged foliage, the tree barks giving of a sweet and at the same time rough fragrance as they sat around a bonfire that smoked profoundly. Miroku had had much trouble starting it, muttering profanities that the inu hanyou would have been proud of. The young monk was not one to curse, and usually, such things would not be hear from his mouth, but he was tired, wet and very much annoyed. Such combination could render even the calmest man to all out outrage. Fortunately, none of his companion had had the chance to hear his outburst, as preoccupied with their own predicament as they were, it was left unnoticed.

It had been harder to prepare the site than it would have usually been. Sleeping arrangement was not meant to be made on damp earth when all of your bedding would get soak and muddy. But Kagome had came up with a brilliant idea; using their spare blankets to form some kind of shelter from the cold, wet ground. At least, it had seemed to be a good idea until those blankets had gotten soaked through her constant toss and turn. It was frustrating. She felt exhausted and yet could not find any rest. Shippo was sleeping carelessly beside her, unaware of the girl's restlessness. While she lay on wet sheets, he was keeping dry over her slipping bag where he always slept.

Everything was so silent and peaceful. The stars twinkling above her as she stared at those tiny diamonds embroidered over the velvet coat of the night heavens. The moon, half full, so much alike her pearl necklace, worn on the sky like such a priceless pendant. It gazed down at her, milky white and glowing, reflecting the sun's radiance. Were the people of this era aware of such things? Had their knowledge of astronomy gotten this far already? She had no idea, but simply musing about such things seemed to be the only thing she could do, while she laid under the sky, fatigued but still sleep deprived. Sighing deeply, nearly giving up entirely, she pushed the fold of her sleeping arrangement away from her, careful not to wake the tiny kitsune youkai that simply rest dormant and oblivious.

Stealing a glance at her surroundings, she spotted Sango near the fire that slowly died away, the burning embers casting vibrant red on her peaceful face. Curling near her stomached, Kirara slumbered in perfect contentment. Not so far, but still at a safe distance, Miroku slept soundly, his breath coming out in slow, deep in and outtakes. How the raven-haired girl wish she could follow their path to dream land. Unfortunately, sleep was just frustratingly denied. Maybe a short stroll would do her some good.

Pulling her feet away from the covers and down to the soft, cool earth, she stood up. Giving one last quick glance to her slumbering companions, she walked away through the tall trees that surrendered their makeshift encampment. Bare feet brushing the rain and dew moist grass of the lingering forest, she walked on, her gray-blue eyes staring at the sky feeling calm and irritated all at once. Such a strange feeling Kagome was not used to experience. The soft humming of a river, or maybe a stream, reached her ears, along with the lulling sound of a waterfall. Parting bushes and young trees, she followed the sound, curious. Unsuspecting, maybe idly imagining it, most likely hoping it, she emerged on a small lake, maybe more like a pool, resting on hard, smooth gray rocks. On her side of the pond, the shore was clear, crystalline water reflecting so faithfully the illuminated sky above, the moon's soft silver rays creating just as many diamonds as the velvet of the heavens held. Small dispatched clouds of mist hovered above the clear surface, created by the small but lovely cascade that the rocks had created over time. Such a beautiful, perfect place she could only dream of finding and it was there, for her to take pleasure on.

Kagome smiled to herself, returning to the confinement of the vegetation that surrounded that hidden paradise she would soon bath into. Slowly pealing her clothes off, humming a wordless tune to herself, already imagining the feel of the water on her skin, she prepared herself for a midnight soak. Oh, how this one tired but sleepless girl would love it. As she turned to follow with her previous thinking, a soft, almost silent splashing made her stop dead in her track. Something, or someone, was already enjoying the tiny lake. Carefully, using the bushes as a mean to keep her anonymity, she peered through the leaves.

What she saw took her breath away. There, bathed in silvery moonlight, water pearling down his back in many drops that caressed the smooth skin, was Inuyasha. His back was turn on her, his long, silky white hair damp and clinging to his bare back, the hanyou seemingly oblivious to her presence. Was it possible for him not to have caught her smell although he always did, whatever the situation was? Thinking of going back to her clothes and back to her makeshift bed, one of her foot stumbled backward, but something held her. Her eyes glued to the sensual movement of the half-demon as he swam in crystal clear water.

She held back a deep, appreciative sigh, one of those exhale that only dreamers and girls who caught the most gorgeous sight of their life could utter. Indeed, Inuyasha was a highly handsome apparition, glorious even in his wet nakedness. Kagome could have slapped herself to unconsciousness has her body had not suddenly become so unresponsive to her brain's commands. Stormy eyes glued to the hanyou who, as impossible as may seem, stayed oblivious to his silent, but awed none the less, watcher. Strange how the moonlight seemed in enhance the brilliance of his silvery mane to a near ghostly and unearthly glow, shimmering with pearly drops. Even stranger how he had looked so pathetic under the rain, his clothes dripping and seeming oversized. It had took the young miko all her self restrain not to laugh at the poor picture of misery he had displayed, knowing that even a snicker from her would have been that catalysis to his temper, which had been on the edge all day long.

However, at the moment, all he was far from being pathetic. His ears, cute little triangles of fur, twitching every so often, giving the half dog demon a look of innocence she never though he could give of. From her position, she could see half of his profile, his tanned skin bordered by a line of glittery light, Inuyasha looked ethereal. Kagome would not have been surprised if, suddenly, he would have grown a pair of wings such his presence seemed out of this world. Why had she never seen his beauty before? Of course, she always had thought him handsome, but now that he was bathing in moonlight and crystalline water, he was more than that, the Greek's gods would have been jealous of his beauty had they existed.

Adding to the scene, the gentle song of nigh played a soft tone of crickets chirps and hooting owls. Kagome was rendered motionless, simply staring in awe, entranced by each small gestures the oblivious hanyou made. Funny how, as to this moment, graceful had never been a word that would cross her mind to describe the half demon. He was smooth, yes, when he fought every steps he took had seemed to be rhythmic and following a long since learned dance, but he was not graceful. Not until she caught a glimpse of him under the stars.

It was only after a few more minutes of voyeurism that she realized, scarlet creping over her otherwise pale face, that she should not be watching this. It went against everything she had said before about privacy. Slowly, reluctantly, she turned her back to him, her breathing having become somehow shallow, her skin tangling, she returned to the cover of the leaves that the forest gave her. Back to where she had discarded her clothes, she was met with some sort of awkward dilemma. Getting dressed or… give into that temptation to sit on the cool, wet grass and relief herself from the tension that had began to build in her lower anatomy. From her spot, she could not see the lake, only hear the whisper of the waterfall and rippling of the water as Inuyasha moved.

Cheeks burning, not believing she would actually do such a thing, knowing that she could be caught at any moment, Kagome slid to a sitting position on the green grass. Staring at the sky, hands trembling ever so slightly, she slowly proceeded into the natural, animalistic demands of her body. The girls first let her fingers glide over her soft skin, tickling her flesh in the process, sighing as her hand moved upward from her stomach to hesitantly touch her right breast. Taking a deep breath, she continued, lightly grazing the tip of her mound, which were already full and erected due to the cool breeze of the night. The black-haired young woman gasped at the feeling, her nerves awakening under her soft touch, her brain starting to work an image of the desired inu-hanyou. She pictured his intense gaze of molten gold at first, glowing gently above her half-open lids, blending with the stars above. Following the rhythm she had set, she started to lightly pinch the soft flesh, creating soft, low whimpers to elapse from her parted lips.

To the burning eyes of her imaginary lover added his face that she could almost see, as a ghostly image of the real one hovering above her. Leisurely, Kagome lowered herself to the ground, her lids still partly open, creating a world that melt imagination with reality. Her other hand, now free from it's previous task of supporting her, slowly started to explore the length of her body, traveling in long strokes down the warmth between the thighs. As it reached its destination, her fantasized Inuyasha become whole, transparent and floating over her. The young miko's hands becoming his as she slowly touched the bud of pleasure that rested between the folds of her sex.

She moaned, trying to keep the sound of her excitement as low as possible, her fingers building up the sensation, itching, tickling her as she sought her release. The vision of the hanyou making her dizzy, and flashes of his naked body in the clear water of the lake that laid not so far from her hiding place crossing her mind's eyes each time her lids would shut. The fact that he was so near and could hear or smell her at any moment adding to her excitement, making her hands and finger work faster. She gasped, resisting the urge to cry out loud, biting her lower lip, breathing through her teeth.

Behind the bushes, and unaware of the feelings and passion he had awakened inside his companion from the future, Inuyasha stared up at the moon, lost in deep thinking. Lifting a hand, drops of water sliding down his skin and shining under the night's natural light before it rejoined the pool in a fraction of second, Inuyasha examined his claws. They looked deadly and had been his only weapon up to the day Sesshumaru tried to steal his father's sacred sword. How many times had he relayed on those powerful claws to help him out of difficult and dangerous situation. He was painfully aware of his abnormality, constantly reminded from both humans and demons that he did not belonged on either sides. An aberration, defect of nature, the fruit of a yukai and human's mating, filthy and out of place. He could act and talk as he wished, it did not change the fact that he never felt at place on this world. He once wanted to become a full demon, giving into that side of him that greed, desired power, willing to be accepted by a clan, to have something of a family back. Than he wished to become human, for he was not fitted to be the two halves he was.

"Half-breed, dishonor of demonic heritage, abomination, freak of nature… never to find my fucking place on this goddamn shit ball!" his hand hit the water in frustration. "I wish I could be whole…" he whispered, staring at the undulation his outtake had created.

Inuyasha was never one to give into depression, but in the end, he too had feelings. Being reminded so often of his condition, feeling unfitted and forever outcaste, how could he fully be happy? Turning his gaze back again to the heavens, he sighed softly. What a mess his life had become. In fact, it was jumble up since the day he first drew a breath. He must have done something utterly terrible in his past life to be cursed into such a life. It would have made a good drama, he thought. Never knew his father, mother died when he was still young, never had a real friend, looking over his shoulder constantly, fighting his way out, there was never a place for genuine feelings. He was sick of it, always having to pretend not to give a damn, looking gruff and on edge, hiding everything, up to his most profound feelings. In the end, it hurt, deeply.

"Life's a bitch… and I'm a joke… way to go, Inuyasha," he said as he glared down at his reflection on the clear surface of the lake, voice dripping in sarcasm.

However, his life had not been all bad. Given that until recently he had had to put up with many hardship, he had had a glance of the beauty that existence could offer. It would have taken him an arrow in the heart, pinned to a tree for half a century, until finally life would smile at him. The hanyou had to confess, if only to himself, that Kagome had brought out the better of him. Not asking for anything else be for him to be himself. Accepting what he was, not demanding of him to be something he was not. Her smile had warmed his heart, her friendship had cleared the fog of hatred toward himself and the world, preparing the ground for him to start caring for something.

He smiled gruffly. Yes, he had wanted things before, but had never cared for those things. In a way, he had craved for what other wanted, having nothing for himself, he thought that wanting something others willed, he would find a way to become whole. Still, the bitterness in his soul, that awful taste that lingered in his mouth would not be gone so easily. Being alive was something he had never considered. He survived, yes, but never lived.

"What a fool…" he breathed out, now floating on his back.

This lead him to the sole reason of his midnight bath. The restlessness of his mind had rendered him sleepless, and giving up his rest, he had strolled around the outskirts of their encampment. When he discovered this pound made of clear, fresh water, he could not resist. Gazing up at the moon, he wondered if he had done well to leave the others unprotected. Smirking, he realized the changes that had slowly crafted his being. Inuyasha, ruthless half demon who once craved to become a full yukai had soften enough to care for the well being of his companion.

"Yes… I'm a fool."

Drifting back to an upward position, he swam slowly toward the cascade that poured down the northeast side of the pool. There, the water was waist deep and he could stand just under the waterfall, feeling the pressure of the water slowly work out the kinks of his neck that their journey had created. Resting his hands on the wall of gray rocks that was behind the veil of falling water, he uttered a small sound of pleasure, felling the relaxing weight on his back and the hard caress of the dropping, cool liquid. His mind took a totally opposite direction from the path it had fallowed up until now. Drifting to the girl from the future, who he thought was sleeping carelessly at the moment.

She was yet another source of frustration, however completely different from the others. While he had sworn never to feel anything for any one again, she had somehow wormed her way into his heart and… under his skin. These feelings were new to him. Longing, desire, lust… he never thought he would feel such a way. Eyes closed, he could picture her easily, her bright smile, her soothing voice, her sweet smell. Kagome was everything he had unconsciously craved for. Understanding, friendship, warmth, care. The hanyou found himself wanting things he had never thought of.

"Humph…" he uttered, his displeasure clear in the rasp of his voice.

This was crazy. The whole situation they were in was crazy. Faith seemed to love twisting the plot of one's life in so many hard knots that they could not be untangled. Being a half-breed, falling for someone whose purpose in life was to destroy your kin, betrayal, than pined to a tree for half a century, awaken by the reincarnation of an ancient friend turned foe, and the list of his misery went on endlessly it seemed. Trusting a hand through his long silver man, a sign of confusion and weariness, the hanyou tried to think about the goods his life had given him. Ramen came to his mind, creating a small grin on his usually scowling face. Was it the only thing? Arcing his head so his face could feel the pressure of the water, an image of his companion entered his mind. Maybe his life was not the complete mess he had first saw it as. Come to think of it, everything that happened after his reawakening was not so bad. One of his hand came to play with the beads of the cursed rosary, well, almost everything.

Being a dog demon, and having his pride, being so easily subdued by a word such as 'sit' was not very appealing, and yet, sometimes he didn't care that much. Smirking under the waterfall, Inuyasha had to admit that he was not nearly as angry as he should when the girl 'sat' him. It even… appealed to him in a strange way. However, he was not about to confess such thing, those thoughts were better kept for himself. Closing his eyes, he pictured Kagome's reaction if she knew that her power over him actually pleased him in some way. He could see it, from the surprise that would shine in her stormy eyes to the o shape her pert lips would take…

Those lips, a soft pink, shining, looking so… tasty. Inuyasha blinked, orbs of amber staring dumbfound at the gray stones in front of him. Where did that thought come from? Then the dog demon smiled, it was not the first time, he knew it. Almost every time his thoughts wandered to the girl from the future, they would somehow take a turn on that path of longing and desire. Pushing himself away from the plummeting water, gaze locked on the sky, still smiling, he thought of Kagome. Sweet smiling Kagome, caring and almost carefree. She was mystery and beauty. Although amazingly looking alike her predecessor, she had that aura of joy around her. Nothing compared to the other. Nothing.

There was a silent rustling in the leaves as the wind turned bringing along with its whispered breath the delicate fragrance of what was on the other side of the pool. Smell of a dying fire, damp earth, rain and… He sniffed again, something strange, appealing, coaxing, like a quiet hymn of something sweet and spicy, something he could not let pass him by… As if lead by some overwhelming force, the hanyou crossed the clear water of the beautiful secluded pound, blindly following the fragrance that mugged him of his senses. Reaching a patch of bushes that shield the scenery from praying eyes, pushing silently away the rain soaked leaves, he discovered one of the most exotic sight his eyes ever witnessed.

Lying on the soft grass, nude skin glowing under the soft kiss of the moon, eyes partly closed, lost in a rapture, was Kagome. Her hands were gently drawing her toward ecstasy as she softly moaned, toes digging in the earth. She was beautiful, erotically so, and unaware of his presence. She was entranced, her back arching toward the starlit sky, as if reaching for something with her whole body. It was spellbinding, Inuyasha found himself unable to tear his gaze from the sensual moves of her body as pleasure lit her face. He knew his presence at that very moment was forbidden, that he should leave her and forget his golden orbs ever witness such a thing. However, he had lost control over himself. Seeing her in such a trance awoke something within him, gluing him in place. Hunger, longing and desire spread in his blood like some powerful poison that had no cure but her body.

She breathed out something caught between a sigh and a moan, cheeks taking a delicious shade of crimson. Inuyasha griped the branches more firmly as a mean to hold him back from going to her. His body physically reacting to her motions and cries. Her every breath sounded desperate for something, turning her previously calm face to a frown of longing, as if not able to reach something she critically craved. Her whimpers, as her eyes glazed and blind to her surrounding searched further into the heavens, turned into broken parts of words, so soft the half dog demon had trouble hearing it himself.

"I… In… ya… a…" was the only part he could make out.

He had to get away, flee this vision and get rid of the sensation cursing through him like sweet venom. The more he watched, the more intoxicated he became, soon, nothing would be able to hold him back from the growing desire. Taking the first step backward was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Willing his hand to let go of the branches, he stumbled further away from her, willing to brake the spell she hand unconsciously cast on him. Cold, he needed cold to clear his thoughts, to dull the crave. In a flash, the silver haired boy was back under the merciless frost of the waterfall, claws digging in the hard stones, living marks that would never fade. Eyes tightly closed, holding his breath, he willed himself to think about anything but Kagome under the moonlight. Anything would be good for a mental image to chase the desire away. Miroku getting a beating, Sesshumaru eating, Kaede taking a bath -- he shuddered from disgust at that one, the simple thought of the old matriarch in the nude was simply too much to bear --. He tried to hold into that image; wishfully thinking that combined to the cold befalling water, the ache of need would subside. Unfortunately, the old woman slowly morphed into a bathing Kagome, walking to the shore and…

Pleasure surged through him, Inuyasha's eyes flashed open and glared down at the hand, which had betrayed him. Surrounding with a soft whimper that oddly resembled the moaning of a newborn puppy, he rested his head on the cool stones, leaving his defiant hand to do whatever it willed. In the distance, Kagome's pleas were caught in the wind to drift to his ears, torturing him, forcing the hand to work faster, and the sent of her arousal was all around him, making the mental image clearer and stronger, almost vivid. His strong, sharp claws scraped the rocks as he pushed against the other hand, his need becoming feral, uncontrollable, overwhelming. He felt like howling to the moon, no longer able to ignore his desire, and her natural perfume, her song of rapture calling him sweetly.

Cursing breathlessly, he surrendered, returning to her, no longer in control of his mind or actions. He was a dead man, a dead man who unconsciously loved his soon to be murderer. Glowing amber eyes watched as Kagome panted for release in the night. His need changed, his pleasure be damned, hers craved fulfillment, ached for it. Soundlessly, he knelt beside her, breathing her in as he stood there, watching only, trying to mentally copy the movement of the young miko's hands.

In her mind, Kagome's imaginary Inuyasha was becoming more active and, strangely, more affectionate. His ghostly-clawed hand trailed upward, caressing her cheek gently, his see-through face near the junction of her shoulder and neck. In reality, the hanyou was slowly taking the same position his fantasized self had over the lovely girl. His left hand gently covered hers above her red cheek; mimicking the movement in such a soft way that soon, hers was covering his as he caressed the soft skin of her face. With great precautions, he leaned down toward her neck and gave her a whisper of a kiss, no longer able to resist her. Kagome sighed softly as Inuyasha grew bolder, nipping her sensitive flesh.

Gently, his free hand traveled down her body, nails tickling skin until it reached destination. The silver haired half demon's mouth was nipping up toward the girls chin, fangs grazing the skin from time to time, left hand caressing redden cheek, right hand slowly replacing Kagome's between her thighs. Covering her moving fingers, he learned how to pleasure her, and soon, she was the one who's hand was above the other. Inuyasha swallowed a growl; Kagome's constant moaning was driving him further toward the invisible edge that was the boundary between sanity and madness. His kisses grew in intensity, left hand moving down her arm in a gentle motion, his touch went deeper, maybe a bit stronger, pulling the lovely woman toward ecstasy faster then she would have.

The patterns of her breathing changed, becoming saccade, searching her breath, muscles tensing as a new feeling gripped her. Fingers grasping blades of humid grass, toes curling, head arching back, eyes closed tightly, taking a mouthful of air and keeping it within her lungs, she gracefully leaped into release. Her cries a melody the young hanyou had dreamed of, but never this beautiful, never this wonderful, never this powerful. He continued his ministration however, his lips finding a path down to the valley of her chest, tasting the salt of her sweat, lapping at her sweetly fragranced skin.

After reaching her submit, a swift moment of numbness took her over, mind lost in her fantasies, until more pleasure brought her back, a pleasure so intense, it was almost unbearable. The young miko fully opened her eyes, catching a strip of silver, feeling the gentle kisses and incessant torturous caress of a hand at her heat. A hand that was not hers. She stiffened, her gaze locked with the shining stars above, until amber replaced that vision. Inuyasha's gaze was burning with emotions, many unreadable, but it was somehow soft and gentle. He kissed her left cheek, his lips gliding over her soft skin to nip at her ear lob.

"I… desire you…" he whispered.

Her breath caught in her throat, however if it was from his words or the feeling his hand was working into her, she had no idea.

"Inuyasha…?"

"I … want you…" the hanyou murmured as lips slowly traveled down her neck, his free hand gripping hers.

"Inu…" her words were lost in a moan.

"I need you…" he breathed, his head slowly moving down… "I want to hear… that you need me so…"

Kagome's breath caught in her throat, half way to form a moan as his skilled fingers touched something inside her, making her body ach and curve into a graceful arc. The hanyou's mouth glided across her skin, with each feather like kisses sliding further down. Whatever answer she could have formed had been lost when the electrical waves of pleasure washed through her, one after the other, the later stronger than the former. She gasped, getting all those incredible feelings from Inuyasha. He nipped at her stomach, sticking his tongue into her navel, making the girl squirm and writhe. Soon, his hot breath was hovering right above her center, his fingers slowing their motion, keeping her high, but never pushing her higher. It was almost irritating, frustrating. Inuyasha chuckled as she bucked her hips, trying to force him into hurry, desperately wanting his stroking to come in deeper.

"Tell me you need me," he whispered huskily, his breath tickling, " or I'll have to leave it right here."

"N… no.." heaved Kagome, knowing perfectly well he was only teasing but her mind too numb to actually pass on the information. "I…"

"You're saying?" Teased the hanyou, his teeth grazing the soft flesh right above her pelvic bone.

"I want.. youahh…"

The second the words escaped her mouth, his was covering her neither lips starting a wonderful suction motion that made the girl cry out to the star, his name deformed by her desire, but still clear on her lips. His hands were all over her body, touching places that she never thought could feel so good. Delicate fingers slid into his hair, massaging his skull lovingly and all the while pushing his face closer toward her. His silky strands of silver caressed the inner section of her thighs making Kagome shudder and advance one-step closer to a release that seemed to be so near already. Soon, too soon it seemed, it all came crashing onto her a second time, her cries surrounding them in a sweet symphony of ecstasy.

Barely giving her a chance to recover, Inuyasha gently turned her around all the while kissing her smooth creamy skin, his claws grazing her nerves ends ever so lovingly. His heads reached from behind her to touch the glorious orbs of her chest, kneading the rosy aureoles at their pike with amazing softness and care, sending her trembling again, goose bumps covering her from head to toes, shivering in intense desire. The half dog demon pattern of kissed slowly hiked up her back from the roundness of her rear to the softness of her nape following the curved line of her spine. One of his hands has left her breast to once again touch the velvet of her core, leaving her no rest as pleasure engulfed her mind, powerfully sweet and exciting. He nipped at her ear lob, whispering endless nothingness in a deep erotic voice that had as effect to push her higher and higher toward the stars. Suddenly, she opened her eyes as she felt something very unlike fingers sliding into her, leisurely and carefully. Kagome then realized her position, Inuyasha's silver mane falling over her shoulder like a rich blanket of silk, his ministration still mercilessly torturing her body from every possible place.

"Wha… what are.. you doing?" she finally managed to ask between moans and gasps.

"Relax…" was the hanyou's husky replay into her ear.

"But…"

Her half-protest never found it's way out of her lips as Inuyasha pushed into her, grunting near her ear. The pain that should have been there was dulled by the rhythmic movement of his fingers over the button of nerves at the junction of her legs and the wonderful feeling of his other hand massaging her belly in a way that intensified her pleaser. It was as if he knew everything about her body, how to pleasure her the exact right way, where she mostly ached to feel his touch and somehow was not even aware of it herself. The young miko cried out, each of the young man's trust, each scarp of his claw, of his fangs, each nipping, each kisses, each of his touches were meant for one thing and one only, bring her on along with himself on a torrent of breathless pleasure.

Every whisper, every grunts, groans, moans and muffled please were driving him insane ever since the beginning of this madness. Now, his ach surrounded by the velvet of her core, the sound of their skin as their rocking pushed them together, he knew he was lost, Inuyasha had finally lost his mind to the girl from the future… And God he did not even cared, he even felt that he had longed for it for so long. She was his heaven, her smell overwhelming his senses, her moaning that resembled so much the mewling of a cat, the softness of her skin, the taste of her, everything, and it was maddening, it was powerful, it was wonderful.

Soon, Kagome was yet again propelled over the edge; however, he was only starting. Her hand grip the tender blades of green grass gorged with fluvial water, tearing at them as she cried out, the young demon's name cascading in a high crescendo of euphoria. Inuyasha doubled his ardor, pushing within her, his strokes deeper, longer, his finger still stimulating her senses. She gasped, her breath ragged, once again feeling the pleasure building within her.

"In… Inu.. yashaaaa…." She pleaded, wriggling, her finger digging into the soft earth.

The sound of her pleas effected him greatly, turning him almost berserk as he grip her hips and started to trust forcefully but never violently. The pike was near, she could feel it, so close again, it was pleasant, wonderful torture that she willed to last forever. Then, when she lest expected it, Inuyasha let out of low, rumbling growl that resonated through her whole body and a warmth filled her as the demi-demon slammed one last time into her. All this combined pushed for one last but powerful time toward the summits of ecstasy, she could swear she rose past the stars above. The couple collapsed, heaving, a tangled lump of redden flesh.

She recovered to the feeling of Inuyasha's tongue licking the sensitive skin at the base of her neck, his arms tightly locked around her waist, his body curved against hers, both of them on their right side. His hands were massaging her belly tenderly and she could feel a low rumble within him, quite resembling to the purring of a cat, something she found rather strange for a dog demon, though the sound was intermittent and seemed to come from his chest. She could feel him still inside her, still half aroused by the feel she could get, the young miko was amaze by his stamina.

"Inu.. Inuyasha?" was Kagome's exhausted inquiry.

"I know… me too." He whispered, kissing her neck. "Sleep… there's more to come… mate."

Kagome blinked, unsure of the meaning of all this. Had he… Had he just hinted what she thought he did? Sighing, the girl slid a hand down to cover his, snuggling closer to him, earning herself a groan from the hanyou.

"Don't move if you wish to rest." Inuyasha playfully warned her.

She giggled lazily, exhausted but looking forward to what was next to come. Her mind appease, she played with an absent mind with a strand of his long white hair reflecting the silvery beauty of the moon's ray and softly drifted away.

The end