InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ It Must Be Destiny ❯ Chapter 24

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Is it…? Could it be…? Yes! Yes, I think it is! It's a lemon! The long awaited lemon for our wonderful couple! Huzzah! As many readers are thinking, it's about damn time! -wink- Enjoy!

Chapter 24

Amber sighed in relief as Inusouta got a small fire burning near Goshinboku, deep in Inuyasha's Forest. The night wasn't exactly warm and the fire was a great comfort.

The black-haired hanyou handed Amber her purse. “I believe you asked for this, madam,” he drawled.

She grinned as she took the proffered item. “Many thanks, kind sir,” she replied as she opened the purse and pulled out a small plastic box.

Inusouta watched her curiously as she opened the strange container and popped out a small, blue pill. She picked up one of the water bottles he had brought along and took a small sip, swallowing the pill.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Was that a pain pill? Do your injuries bother you?”

She shook her head, embarrassed. “No. These are my birth control pills. I've been taking them for years.”

In the blink of an eye he was in front of her on all fours, staring into her eyes in horror. “Birth control pills?” he actually squeaked.

She blushed harder. “Well, yes. I started on them a few years ago, when it became obvious that my… cycles… were irregular. The pills help regulate me and make sure that I don't get pregnant, should I… well, if I ever decided to… get… intimate… with a guy. Which hasn't happened yet.” Except for you. In my dreams.

Inusouta groaned. “So, not only are you a virgin, it's impossible for you to get pregnant?”

She blinked as she turned even redder. “Is there a problem with either of those?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…” he muttered under his breath.

Amber glared. “I assume you're not happy about something,” she said dryly.

The hanyou sighed. “I… I've never done this before either. But that is not the main issue." He took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for something horrible. "The problem is that… in order… for our… mating… to be considered valid… I-I have to…”

He trailed off, muttering something too soft for her to hear.

She leaned closer, confused. “Have to… what? What do you have to do?”

He flushed. “I have to... get you... pregnant.”

Her eyes flew wide open. “Say what?!”

“It's true. Both my otousan and Shippou-san told me.” Well, I actually overheard them, but that would be the same thing.

“B-but, but-!” she spluttered, looking completely frazzled. “I can't get pregnant now! One, I'm on birth control, and two, I'm way too young!”

He lifted his head, looking at her with a strange sense of sorrow in his golden eyes. “You… you don't want to have pups with me?” he asked quietly, sadly.

Her heart raced at the thought of them raising a group of children together, little boys that looked like their father and sweet girls that looked like her. Inusouta, handsome as ever, smiling happily at his family, being such a good, loving father and husband.

Her head fell forward. “I… I do… it's just… I don't know if I can even have children… and we're not even m-m-married…”

Note to self: borrow Tetsusaiga and Kongousouha some youkai's ass so I can get her a ring.

Duly noted. Proceed.

“But we're going to be married,” he protested. “Mating is the same as marriage.”

She shook her head. “No… mating is just that- a physical act. Marriage consists of something much more permanent, more meaningful.”

Aw, shit.

He scooted closer to her, his eyes shining in the firelight. “Sweetheart, mating isn't just the physical act. There's much more to it than that. It's as permanent as marriage- in fact, probably more so. When two youkai become mates, their lives are tied, for as long as each one lives. If one dies, so does the other.”

She looked up at him, tears making her eyes bright. “But, your parents- your otousan's a hanyou. He'll live much longer than your okaasan. If what you say is true…”

“Then when Okaasan dies, my otousan will follow soon after.”

She flinched. “That seems cruel,” she murmured.

“Isn't it better than living without the other half of your soul? Facing each day knowing your one true love can never come back and be with you?”

“I… I suppose…”

He took her hands in his. “Amber, that's how I would be without you. When you were almost killed… I didn't want to go on living. I don't care that we're not married or mated or whatever. If I can't be by your side in this life, then I'll join you in the next.”

The swelling tears overflowed her eyes, sliding down her cheeks as she reached up and caressed his face. “Inusouta…” she whispered, nearly choking on the emotions he filled her up with.

(“Kanojo…”)

She surrendered willingly to his kiss- allowing him to take her lips and plunder her mouth as if they belonged to him. In fact, she believed they did.

Warm hands slid down her ribcage, lovingly caressing her waist before resting on her hip, fingers splayed over the round contours. Her hands gripped his navy blue haori as if holding on for dear life.

Reaching up, he untied the bow from her hair, letting the golden tresses fall around her shoulders. She gave him a shaky smile, then reached up to do the same to his.

He gave her an odd look. She shrugged. “I like it better down,” she whispered.

Grinning, he let her untie his long black hair, letting it settle around them like a dark curtain. Slender, delicate hands threaded through the silky strands before sliding up to caress his furry black ears.

He purred. She swore he did. He lowered his head for her, to give her easier access to his sensitive ears. Delighted, she moved her hand slightly lower, rubbing at the base of the triangular appendage.

Inusouta jerked, whimpering. She stopped and pulled her hands away, afraid she had hurt him. The look he gave her clearly said “Do Not Stop” and he placed her fingers back on his ears.

Rubbing gently at the base of his ears, he whimpered some more, his leg jerking. She grinned suddenly. This was funny as hell.

Abruptly he sat up and her hands fell away from his ears. Leaning her back against the blanket covering the soft ground under Goshinboku's broad branches, he moved so he was half on top of her, his knee between hers and his hips resting against hers.

Sapphire eyes went very, very wide as she could feel his blatant arousal through the material of his hakama. So that'swhat ear rubbing does to him…

Iiiiiiiinteresting…

He lowered his head and kissed the sensitive flesh of her neck, moving slowly lower, until his lips were on the soft skin at the juncture of her throat and her shoulder. He nipped gently with his fangs.

She half-cried out, wanting more.

He nipped again, earning a muffled cry of delight. He moved his hand up from her hip, trailing over her torso to gently grasp one round breast, still covered by her yukata.

She moaned, breathing harder. Focusing her eyes on him, she deliberately lifted her hands to the front of his haori and undershirt, untying it and opening the material so she could gain access to his fascinating body.

The cool air hit his chest and he slightly sucked in his flat stomach. Amber stared at the muscles there, taut under the smooth skin. “God… you're perfect,” she whispered. She lifted her eyes to his, the blue so dark now with desire that they almost seemed black. “I've dreamt of you… dreamt of this.”

He kissed her again, shrugging out of his haori and undershirt. “As have I,” he murmured against her sweet lips as he tossed the garments aside without any thought to its future state. Which was the truth. Ever since that one night, he couldn't get the vision of her, wet and aroused, tasting like heaven, out of his head.

Slowly he untied the dark purple cloth around her waist and spread it out underneath her like another blanket. Now she was only clad in her lavender yukata- which, in his opinion, was still too much damn clothing.

Her eyes shone in the moonlight filtering through Goshinboku's leaves. Mischievously she hooked her fingers under the tie of his hakama and tugged. “I think… these might be in the way,” she purred softly.

He couldn't agree more. With deft claws he sliced through the ties (although he might complain about that later) and slid them off as fast as he could and returning to his position against her hip before she could really get a good look at his nude body.

She flushed. He must be as nervous about this as she was. She didn't know if he was embarrassed because of his size or maybe because he knew she'd never done this before either. Then his fangs were on her neck again and she didn't want to think about it anymore.

Arching against him, she gave him access to every inch of her- except that she was still clad in her kimono. With one careful hand, he opened her kimono and exposed her to the chill of the night air.

Rosy nipples puckered as they were exposed, drawing his attention like a bee to honey. His gaze turned molten as he parted the material completely, revealing the treasure that would soon be all his.

“Do you have any idea how absolutely beautiful you are?” he whispered, his eyes glowing as they looked at her. She flushed and shook her head.

As a gesture of proof, he lowered his head and carefully took a taut nipple in his mouth, causing her to whimper his name as she clutched at his hair. He suckled, he laved, he thoroughly devoured her until she was senseless.

Then he did the same to the other breast.

Opening her eyes, she saw that the fire had pretty much burned out- it hadn't been that big to begin with. Yet she saw a strange lavender glowing from behind Inusouta- and the blue lines on his arms were glowing as well.

He lifted his head to see her staring at his arms in amazement. He followed her gaze and was somewhat surprised to see his crests were glowing. He glanced behind him and saw that the lavender crests on her ankles were glowing as well. It would appear that their youkai were telling them to get on with it.

Well, he had no problem with that suggestion. He slid a hand down her flat stomach, over her navel, tracing the outline of the paw-print tattoo on her hip, and lower, brushing the nest of gold that perched above her smooth cleft. She whimpered, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

Ever so gently, he moved her legs apart, revealing the soft, pink folds that awaited him. He brushed the velvety skin there with his knuckles, earning him a soft cry in response.

Amber's scent was strong now- stronger than it had been that night he had… erm… helped her with her dream. There was something different in it as well, but he really didn't have the frame of mind to dwell on it at the moment.

He shifted, moving between her knees and rubbing his arousal against her tender skin. She whispered his name, and that was what pushed him over the edge.

Lifting her knees so that she was completely exposed to him, he stroked her smooth folds, opening her so that he could press his tip gently into her. His gold eyes locked on her, watching carefully for signs of pain or distress.

She clung to him, her fingers gripping his shoulders so tightly that if she had claws, he'd be bleeding. She opened her sapphire eyes, breathing heavily. (“Koishii,”) she whispered, almost huskily.

Throwing all caution and self-restraint to the wind, he slid himself home, pressing through her barrier and lodging himself to the hilt. Her breath caught with the sting of his entry and he froze, afraid to move.

Golden eyes blinked down at her, slightly blinded by the blue glow from his arms. “Are… are you okay?” he whispered.

She nodded. Lifting her hips slightly, trying to get used to the sensation of him inside her, she slid her hands down his stomach and around to his firm backside. “Please,” she murmured. (“Onegai…”)

Deciding that there couldn't be a more delightful invitation in either language, he began to move back and forth in her hot, tight sheath, almost breathless at the absolutely indescribable feeling of being inside her at last.

Amber bit her lip to keep from whimpering as he slid in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. It hurt at first, but as the movement continued, a different type of pain overrode the momentary sting. Lifting her hips, she tried to increase the tempo as she pressed him closer from behind. His molten gaze fixated on her face, fascinated with the complete abandonment shown on her beautiful features.

Prompted by her movements, he moved faster, hitting her harder as the intense pleasure built within them both. Over and over he moved within her, taking them both to an ecstacy neither had known existed prior to this night.

He moved one hand between them and stroked the hard nubbin hidden beneath that thatch of blonde curls, inwardly howling in triumph when Amber jerked underneath him, her arousal coming to a peak.

Inusouta braced himself on his arms and prepared for the home stretch.

Amber's head was flung back as he hit a particularly wonderful spot and she dug her fingernails into the skin on his shoulder blades. He winced slightly- her nails were sharp!- as he continued to stroke her closer and closer to oblivion.

His eyes widened slightly as he could feel her sheath tighten around him in time with their heartbeats. She arched underneath him, dragging her nails down his back, making him burn with a pain that only served to ignite his already inflamed senses.

She cried out his name as she came, convulsing around him. The sight of her obtaining her pleasure was a high all in itself.

He almost stopped with what he saw next. As she orgasmed, her body flickered, changing. Her sweet lips were parted, giving him a glimpse of what looked to be fangs. Her human ears vanished and two golden, triangular ears tipped with black appeared on her head, pointed slightly to the side.

He glanced down at where their bodies met, where he was still thrusting into her, and nearly gasped aloud when he saw a long, golden tail appearing and fading out from underneath her body as her orgasm slowly wound down.

Her body gave one last convulsion, which pushed him over the edge to nirvana. Pushing himself inside her one last time, all the way to the hilt, he came, flooding her with his seed, shuddering at the intensity of his own release. He nearly collapsed on top of her afterward, he was so completely drained. Somehow he managed to lie down next to her, enfolding her in his arms, his ears drooped with exhaustion.

He glanced at his new mate and was somewhat perplexed that she seemed completely ningen again. Sweaty and tired, she snuggled up against him, resting her dainty hand on his bare chest.

Slowly, so he wouldn't disturb her comfy spot, he reached over and pulled the spare blanket over their nude bodies to help keep the chill out. One-handed he tossed a spare log on the nearly-dead fire, then turned his attention back to the lovely golden-haired girl in his arms.

She sighed as he held her close and kissed her hair. He couldn't explain what had happened to her. Something niggled at his mind, but he just couldn't remember what.

“I love you,” Amber whispered against his skin as she drifted off.

Inusouta smiled, his ears perking slightly in unabashed happiness.

“I love you too,” he replied as he wrapped himself around her and joined her in the dream world.

("Aisai...")

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A/N: Kanojo: Sweetheart

Aisai: Beloved Wife