InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ InuErotica ❯ Pounce! (Inu/Kag) ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Note:This is a happy birthday giftfic for McGray as a thank you for a wonderful gift fanart she did of Rin for Gisei (Sess/Rin fic and fanart both posted to my website alterfano. livejournal. com). “Pounce!” is an accompaniment to her painting of the same name which you can see on her web site (mcgray. deviantart. com). It's absolutely stunning and definitely worth a look! The setting of this little “Pounce” interlude is several weeks after “The Gift of Letting Go” [NC-17] (also posted to Fano's Fantasies~Eros Flavor on mm.org). As in “Gift,” I've written it from InuYasha's POV. Warning: unabashed fangirling romance ahead (and some good sex). Although “Gift” had major spoilers for chapter 465 in the manga, “Pounce” has no such problem, being basically PWP fun. Thanks to BlueZinthos for a quickie beta read.

Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from Inu & co. Rumiko Takahashi gets all the credit for them.

 

 

Pounce!

 

For weeks since Kagome and I slept under the Go-Shinboku tree, having finally said good-bye to Kikyou, our lives were filled with the usual adventures of fighting youkai and protecting villagers. The stain on the sky that smelled of Sesshoumaru had disappeared and I no longer sensed that he needed me. After the sky had cleared, I wasn't sure he ever had.

 

During our travels, Kagome and I found only a few opportunities to explore our newly found joy in each other's arms. The night under the Go-Shinboku had been so emotional and magical; I thought that it couldn't get any better. But each time we took a walk in the evening dusk, separate until alone and then inseparable, we managed to find a new level of excitement and intimacy. Barriers of clothing were easily removed, our naked skin coming together in a heat and excitement that urged us into more and more needful explorations of each other's bodies and the love we'd professed for one another. And though, in those few nights we spent wandering the curves and planes of ourselves, we found and exploited each sensitive spot, touched and licked each aching need, one urge remained unrequited; one bridge not yet crossed.

 

Each time the surging waves of passion caught us in their vortex, pulling us together and moving our hands and tongues over each other without thought or regret, we would reach that point where we could continue our separate pleasuring of the other, remaining just a little bit alone together, or we could merge fully and become one. Each time in those first weeks we came right up to that edge of decision, but not over it, it became slightly more difficult to stop the urge to be fully together. And each time we did stop the need stayed with us longer, following us into our dreams and into our days so that when she rode my back I found myself confused in midair, distracted by her scent and the memory of her flavor on my tongue.

 

But in the sweaty moment of decision, we both felt the hesitation one encounters when stepping through a portal to a place from which there is no return. We spoke of it a little bit, the words flowing more freely between us now that the barriers in my heart had begun to melt away. Excuses like `time travel,' `enemies' and `pregnancy' and would bubble up to the surface of these discussions, but underneath these manageable issues were simple worries of inadequacy, fear of the unknown and the unfamiliarity of love. Plenty of distractions helped us avoid the fundamental decision before us, because always there was another adventure to go on, friends to try to fool into thinking nothing had changed, and mere exhaustion that would help us back away from the precipice each time we encountered it.

 

Then, one day, the monsters stopped chasing us. The mundane of her world called her home and I went because I couldn't imagine not being with her. The house was dark when we arrived and a note from her mother explained their absence until the next day. We had fun that evening, making a small feast including my favorite ninja foods and listening to the music she enjoyed and missed when in my world. It sounded like just so much noise to me most of the time, but once in a while a strong beat would capture my imagination and the vibrations of sound would lull me into just listening to it, letting it move through me.

 

While she was cleaning the dishes that night, the music now quiet, I watched her from the living room and enjoyed just moving my eyes up and down her strong legs, tracing them along her small waist and remembering the feel of her under my clawed hands. As she finished up, humming softly to herself, I heard the silence of the house; felt the safety of the house and noticed that although my stomach was satisfied I was still very hungry.

 

I knew what I wanted and so did she; I'm pretty sure that's why she was humming. I decided to try to sneak up on her. Quietly, moving in my most stealthy predator mode, I slipped to the door of the kitchen and hovered there, waiting for the right moment to pounce. I swear I didn't make a sound.

 

“You get enough to eat?” she asked.

 

Damn! How did she know I was there? I slipped back against the wall in the living room hoping that if she couldn't see me she'd be lured out so I could jump her. My heart beat in my ears for a minute and then I heard hers, too, coming closer to the doorway.

 

“InuYasha?” she sounded tentative, like she knew what I was up to. “I asked if you're still hungry.” I saw her shadow fall across the floor at my feet and held my breath. A moment later she walked through.

 

“Gotcha!” I jumped her from the side and loved her happy-scared little squeal as my arms came around her waist, pinning her so she couldn't get away.

 

Before she could form a word, I had my mouth on hers, excited to see that we both came to the kiss open and hungry to be in the other. As I pulled her into me, the warmth of her body pressing into me, the brush of air on my cheek as her breathing began to heave against me, the way she pulled my hips into her stomach, all these things and more ignited a surge of excitement through me. The kiss had a life of its own, as if the flowing waves of need between us moved my tongue against hers and swept my hands under her clothes to skim her skin and then grip her to me. I wanted her, I needed her, and I felt her desire in the little noises she made against me.

 

Frustrated at having to bend down to deepen the kiss, I pulled back to whisper into her lips, “Put your arms around my neck,” and then bent my knees enough to hook my arms under her rear, pulling her thighs around my hips as her hands and feet clasped behind me. The weight of her against my growing hardness sent a fresh flush of heat through me and the smile in her eyes and on her mouth told me she felt it and liked it. She tightened against me, coming to my mouth hungry again and I lost myself in the feel of her tongue slipping into my lips. But after another minute or so of this, my body had tensed to the point where it needed to move, and my hips began spontaneous little motions into her. Our vertical position frustrated my attempts to increase the friction, but each push against her sent more blood rushing through me and a tiny part of my brain started to think about where to lay her down.

 

The hardwood floors throughout the house were uninviting and so I targeted her bedroom, thinking briefly that her bed would work, but the actual process of thinking shut down as soon as my feet began moving us towards the stairs. I'm not even sure how I got us up them, since I don't actually remember anything but the building ache growing in me each time she made a little noise, or moved her hand down my neck. But there we were, in her bedroom, and I was on my knees on the brown carpet, not even able to make it to the bed. Her fingers had worked the ties on my suikan loose and I sat back on my haunches to let her finish the ties on my shirt. As soon as she opened my chest to the air and ran her hands over my skin, I felt my breath catch in my throat at the heat of her touch.

 

“You too,” I breathed as I caught my claws gently under her shirt and pulled it up over her head, slowing to let her remove one hand and then the other from behind my neck.

 

“How'm I gonna get my bra off without falling down?” she teased her tongue against my cheek as I held her against me, enjoying the touch of our skin.

 

“I gotcha,” lowering the circle of my arms around her waist I leaned her back so she could reach around to unfasten the strappy material that kept her from me. Watching her breasts emerge and feeling her weight push into me again, a hunger rose from my very core and I started to follow her down to the floor, my eyes roaming the creamy brown slopes of her body.

 

“Wait,” she grunted a little and reached one arm awkwardly to the bed, grabbing for a pillow. “Don't wanna rug burn.” She snagged the pillow and threw it behind her head. I let her down gently on it, feeling the release of her hands behind me. The heat of my need was burning through me now and suddenly the fabric she'd loosened off me was a prison. As she kept her legs tight to my waist, never letting our bodies get too far apart, I leaned back to pull my shirt and suikan off in a single motion, flinging them on the bed as quickly as possible, so I could come forward over her unencumbered. She ran her hands again over the ridges of my chest and abdominals and I enjoyed the look of hunger on her face as she explored me with her eyes and skin.

 

For a moment, as my hair fell off my shoulder and tickled her nipple, eliciting a little giggle from her, I just looked down on her and ran my hands over the smoothness of her skin, skimming her so she felt the heat of my want, but did not feel the roughness of my calloused hands. We'd already discovered that the best way for me to touch her anywhere was with my tongue, and so I rounded my back to taste her and feel her pleasure as she arched into me, letting her arms fall back by her head and giving her breasts to me to suck. Her softness under my tongue was in contrast to the strong squeeze she gave my hips, pulling her open crotch against my own excitement as I pushed into the fabric of my hakama. I rose up over her, closing my eyes and arching my own back to feel her underneath me and groaned, finally able to follow my instinct to push against her, grinding myself into her, letting the pressure of each push against her own hardness build more and more strength and need in my groin. Her scent had become completely intoxicating to me until I needed her in my mouth again and went down to lick at her other breast, trying to keep my hips moving against her. I heard little pants from her lips and her hand came up behind my head, pulling my mouth more fully around her breast as the nipple hardened and her gasps at each sweep of my tongue became more intense. Soon her hand was urging me up and I followed her lead into a deep kiss while my hips started an uncontrollable pump against her. She enjoyed this and I felt her other hand slip down into the open gap of my hakama wrapping around to grip the tightened muscles of my buttocks and pull me into her even more urgently. Soon our hearts were beating so fast, we found ourselves back at that edge again.

 

I managed to pull back and look at her lying beneath me, one hand relaxed back into her hair and the other still behind my neck, letting me pull away, but not too far. My hair tickled her breasts again and my erection now strained the bounds of my remaining clothing. Looking into her eyes, I saw the love there that had been growing in our open recognition of it over the last few weeks. I saw the desire that matched my own. And I knew we both were ready.

 

“Kagome.” The seriousness of my voice was all she needed to understand my question.

 

“I'm ready.” Her smile was nervous, but excited and it was like lighting a match within me. Suddenly, there nothing in my way but cloth, and in a quick motion I rose up on my knees to flip open the knot at my waist and reveal my hunger fully. Her smile grew wide and I reached down under her skirt to rip off her underwear with a quick claw tip. I flipped her skirt up over her stomach and reached down to hook my hands under her thighs, raising her up. Before I could work out the angle of entry, she had her hands on me, running them up and down for a minute while I moaned softly and thickened even more under her fingers. Finally I couldn't take it any more and I leaned over, pulling myself out of her hands and pushing for the first time into her hot folds of flesh, slick with the juice of her excitement.

 

She tightened around me and gasped. I was attuned to her sounds by now and knew this was a good discomfort. Watching her face carefully, I moved slowly as she relaxed and tensed around me, but it was like holding back a breaking damn and I felt the blood pump in me crashing into my own restraints and screaming at me to move. I didn't breathe as I reached a point where I couldn't go any further. Confused, I looked down to confirm that I wasn't all the way in. A little panicked, I looked back at her to see a funny smile on her face. She found my confusion amusing.

 

“It's okay,” she whispered, “I said I'm ready.”

 

“Uh,” I blinked, not understanding what she meant. “Huh?”

 

“It's just a little bit of skin.” She smiled more broadly, apparently enjoying revealing this little secret to me. “You have to break it. Just push.”

 

“Break it?” I was starting to think maybe this was all just too hard. “Won't it hurt you?”

 

“A little, I guess.” A twinge of apprehension crossed her features, “but once it's broken, it's not a problem anymore.” She saw my look of doubt and I felt her legs tighten around me again, pulling a surge of blood into me that hardened me within her and pushed me against that barrier again. “Come on, InuYasha. I'm ready. Do it.”

 

Her eyes meant what she said and I didn't need more, finally letting go and succumbing to the surges of my hips as they slid me in and out of her, building up a little momentum until I gave them an quick snap to break through, stopping to make sure she was okay when I heard her little grunt of discomfort. Her face was tense but her arms moved down around the middle of my back and I felt her pulling me to her. “Keep going,” she said and so I did.

 

As the rhythm of my body into hers became a force of its own, my excitement building until I had no control anymore, I caught a glimpse of her smiling face and felt suddenly that there was no barrier between us - no words, no feelings we didn't share. Whether it was true or not was irrelevant in the heat of my efforts to penetrate her so deeply and I let myself go, following the grip of my muscles to the very brink of the explosion and letting it propel me into her with a quiet roar that felt as though it originated at the base of my spine and rolled out of me in the final push.

 

I blinked my eyes against the nape of her neck a few moments later, seeing the light filter down through my hair as it fell lightly across her chin; my body was warm against hers, my muscles starting to relax. It occurred to me that I hadn't heard her reach orgasm as I did and I started to feel guilty. I'd just assumed she would react as she did under my tongue.

 

Her hand started to stroke my hair, tickling the edges of my ear to make it flick her finger away.

 

“Um…” I wasn't sure what to say. “Was that okay for you?”

 

“Mm-hmm.” She sounded happy at least.

 

“Good.” I breathed a little relief into her neck, sending my tongue out to capture some salt. “Cuz I wanna do it again soon.”

 

She laughed a little and it was like her laughter bubbled up inside me, filling me with her joy. I didn't want to pull out, didn't want to become separate beings again, so I concentrated on the rise and fall of her breath with mine until she squirmed underneath me.

 

“My back-” she said, uncomfortable.

 

“Sorry.” I pulled out of her and moved to lay her under me on the carpet. Leaning over her, in the shadow of my hair as it fell on her shoulders, I kissed her face and neck, trying to maintain that feeling of our bodies' togetherness, but it was receding as she became she and I became me again.

 

I looked in her eyes, seeking confirmation that she'd felt it too. Her look back at me told me she understood my question.

 

“Uh-huh,” she said with a smile. “Pounce me anytime you want.”

 

She got a kiss for that.

 

The End.