InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Night ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

He tilted her face upward, stroking the underside of her jaw softly with his fingertips. "Kagome, you have to be sure. I mean absolutely sure you want to be with me forever. This isn't a game, and there are no re-dos." As he spoke, he let them float back to the ground. He set her on her own two feet, and stepped away from her, though it was the last thing he wanted to do. She was just so young. While Sesshomaru himself appeared only about nineteen years of age in human years, and was regarded as a teenager in demon society, he was ages ahead of her in terms of experience and responsibility. Growing up in the Taisho family, he had to be. "What about InuYasha? You've wanted to marry him since the first time you saw him. Don't make a rash decision just because he's been a jerk lately."

"Lately?" She raised an eyebrow, a gesture she had picked up from Sesshomaru. "Besides, it's your father and stepmother that want InuYasha and me to get married and have a dozen screaming babies as soon as we get out of high school."

"Pups, Kagome."

"Whatever. I think InuYasha is starting to hate me because of all the pressure they are putting on him. He's trying to keep it a secret, but I know for a fact he's been taking Kikyo out of town on trips with him ever since she started going to our school."

"The girl in the red bikini?"

"See." She pouted, placing her hands on her hips. "She got your attention, too."

"Hnn. It's hard not to notice such blatantly fake breasts."

She giggled. "And did you get a load of those lips?"

"Horrifying." His own, unequivocally perfect lips quirked in an almost undetectable smile.

She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was so tall, so very much taller than she that she had to press her body very close to his in order to reach. She pulled his head down so that she could kiss him, and he let her, threading his fingers through her wavy black hair. At first, she pressed short, light kisses on his closed lips. She felt him tremble against her, which gave her confidence, knowing that he really wanted her. She ran her tongue between his lips. He opened his mouth to her, and she ventured inside, feeling a flash of pain as she became too eager around the sharpness of his fangs. There was the sweet, salty taste of her own blood, and then the world spun off its axis when he became the aggressor, and began to plunder her mouth mercilessly.

He had intended to be slow and gentle with her, truly he did, but the taste of her blood in his mouth undid all his noble intentions. Still, he was careful not to hurt her as he lowered her tiny body onto the grass. The breeze blew a shower of petals from the orange trees over them.

"See, the gods are blessing us." She tangled her fingers in his hair, and pulled him down on top of her.

He looked down at the girl who would be his wife. Though it was night, he could see perfectly well, her sweet, heart-shaped face, blue, pansy eyes, and soft, pink lips. He dipped his lips to hers, giving her a chaste kiss, then drawing back. "I love you, Kagome. I always have and I always will."

He said it like a vow, and she took it as such. One by one, he undid the shiny little abalone buttons at the neckline of her nightgown, then pulled the prim white garment off over her head, leaving her hair tousled and her long, slender limbs exposed for him to touch. And he did, softly and carefully, tracing every inch of her skin with reverent fingers until he came to the little white brassiere she was wearing under her nightgown. He reached behind her back and undid the hook-and-eye closure, baring her breasts to his view for the first time. 'The first of many, many times,' he told himself. Softly, slowly, he nuzzled her breasts, which were beautiful round high globes topped with dainty nipples, like little wild raspberries. He took first one and then the other into his mouth, suckling gently, taking care not to nick her with his fangs. His hands ventured lower, smoothing over her waist and hips, teasing her as his fingers slid under the waistband of her underpants. He smirked against her breasts. He remembered hearing somewhere that the best gifts came in plain wrappings, and that certainly applied to his Kagome. He slid the homely garment down over her hips, and down the long, smooth length of her slender legs. Like a doe, he thought, as he handled her ankles. So tiny, and delicate, and perfect. Swiftly he stripped out of his jeans and tee-shirt, throwing them to the side.

Perfect. She was perfect for him. Hesitantly, he stroked her hip, letting his fingers trail to the apex of her thighs. She sighed and opened her thighs to him, and he marveled at her trust. Never doubting for one moment her total innocence and lack of experience, he had expected her to be more hesitant, less trusting of him. There was just so great a difference in size and strength between them. It would be so easy for him to accidentally hurt her. But she lay still and docile, watching him with the sweetest, most trusting look that he could imagine. And then he touched her there, and she cried out softly, and bucked her hips toward him. Cautiously, he let his index finger find her tiny, hidden hole, and slowly let it slide in, just the slightest bit. She quivered in response, and he withdrew his finger, only to cautiously push it inside her again, a little deeper, this time. She let out a little whimper, whether of desire or protest he was not quite sure, but he persevered. He felt her virgin barrier, and considered whether to use his claw to breach it, to spare her the pain. She was so small, he was so big, that it worried him, a little. Somehow, she seemed to know what he was thinking. Grasping handfuls of his long, sleek hair in her little hands, she pulled him upward, cradling his hips between her thighs.

“I want to feel you inside me, Sesshomaru. Please…”

Sweat broke out all over his body, and he shook with pure desire. He could feel her wetness against him, and carefully lined himself up to enter her. He supported himself on his elbows, so as not to crush her beneath his weight. She placed her hands on his shoulders. At first he thought he wasn’t going to fit, but she shifted against him, until he managed to find just the right angle to penetrate her, sliding in the first few inches. He felt, as well as heard, her sigh, and flexed his hips, making his way deeper within her. Wanting so badly to seat himself fully within her, yet hating to cause her pain, he backed off one more time and then slid home. He felt her little fingernails digging into his shoulders, and knew it had hurt her. He held still for a moment, then two, and felt her soften around him, accepting and welcoming him inside.

He was as gentle as he could be, and didn’t last long, yet still, it was the most mind-blowing experience of his life. He felt so close to her, he was strongly tempted to mark her, in the old way of his people. It was never done any more. If it was, no one admitted to it. But the very thought of doing it to her made him lose control. He managed to bring her to completion a split second before he spilled inside her, then rolled over on the grass and held her against him.

He woke her when the faintest touch of pink began to lighten the eastern sky. He could not bring himself to let her return to the shrine. She was his now, and belonged under his roof, such as it was. So, dressed in her cotton nightgown, she lay down on his single bed while he set off to break the news to their families.