InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Its Just The Beginning ❯ Chapter 14
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By: Tory 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.26.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 513 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.26.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 513 | Status: Work In Progress
Kouga swore and stood up. A few days had passed since the attack but Kagome was recovering too slow for his liking. She was hot, her body feverish. The wounds were healing but the fever raged. He hated seeing her like this. He sank down to his knees beside her again and brushed back her damp hair.
She moaned in her sleep, a twisted look on pain on her face. The word she said tore at his heart. “Inuyasha…”
“Inuyasha…you left…you…” She whispered again, the pain in her voice stark. She was dreaming and hearing Inuyasha’s name instead of his own was heart wrenching. “You…you killed him.” The sob was a cry from her throat as she twisted. “Kouga.” She reached out in the darkness, as if trying to reach. “He killed you…Inuyasha…” A single tear fell. “Oh God, he killed you, Kouga.” She whispered suddenly and Kouga realized what she was dreaming. He leaned over her and gently pushed her back on the bed, holding her shoulders down.
“No, he didn’t. I’m here. Right here.” He leaned down, his heart lifting. He kissed her ear. “I’m alive, Kagome. I’m not going anywhere.” She writhed for a moment before his words settled and then she slowly stilled, the look on her face soft but feverish. The pain he had felt eased when she said his name. His name. She wanted him. She cared for him.
He glanced over his shoulder when he heard someone approach. He saw Mai and his hard features softened. She walked up beside him, twisting her hands. “Is she going to be alright?” He nodded at her question. He wouldn’t allow it otherwise. “Yes, Mai. She’s a very strong woman. Her powers—her will alone—will give her the strength to live.”
“She would have died if you hadn’t gotten to her then.” Her bottom lip trembled and Kouga wrapped his arm around her to soothe her pain. “I promise you, Maim that I won’t let anything happen to Ka—“ He paused. “—your mother.” She’d live. He would see to it that she did. He hadn’t wait this long to finally have her in his arms, only to lose her again.
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Three days had passed since then when Kagome was showing the first signs of recovering. During the day she was able to walk, with him, but during the night the fever kept coming back. She slept heavily which Kouga was glad for. He sighed and dropped down beside her, one arm bent beneath his head. It was the middle of the night and he couldn’t sleep. Not with Kagome was like this. He felt her move in her sleep, a small whisper that he couldn’t understand. Then she whispered his name. “Kouga…”
“I’m here.” He leaned over her, brushing back the dark strands of hair from her forehead. He kissed her forehead, his nose twitching at the subtle change in her scent.
He was gentle when he leaned up further, cupping her shoulders. If she kept moving she was likely to reopen the wound. She moaned again, her body hot in his hands. “Kouga…kiss me…” His gut clenched hotly and he closed his eyes, clenching his teeth at the words. All it took was those three words to have the fire rushing through his veins. Her scent spiked higher, a drug to his senses. She was dreaming. About him. Whatever it was, it had her arousal flowing…
He wanted to smile at the thought but he couldn’t. His body was aching. Hard. Those words sent so many images itching through his mind that all he could do was hold her down to keep her from moving. When she turned towards him, he felt a sort of anger towards himself for his thoughts. And his actions. He shouldn’t…he leaned over her but kept his weight off, balancing his hands on either side of her face. His eyes slid half closed as he kissed her ear gently. He wasn’t going to take her. He refused to. Not when she was sick with fever, not when she had no control and didn’t know what she was doing. “Why, Kagome?”
He closed his eyes when she writhed in his arms again, those sweet breasts of hers brushing his chest. His body responded, growing hard. Her words, he knew, while in sleep, had to be true.
“Kouga…because I want…you…stop teasing…”
Hell, how was he supposed to resist her? She wanted him—that was a start. A kiss couldn’t hurt. Just one kiss. He’d pay for it later when he was hard as a rock but…”One kiss.” He whispered against her lips. They were as soft as he remembered. Her lips alone were intoxicating. He kept the kiss gentle—he didn’t dare take it further. He almost groaned when he felt the tentative touch of her tongue slide inside his mouth. He had wanted her to make the first move towards him—someday—but not like this. She didn’t know what she was doing. He didn’t stop though, not even when his body raged at him, hot and heavy, so hard he ached. He shifted over her, rising and slowly lowered himself over her body, careful to keep his weight on her good side. When he felt her small hands slide into his hair, his control broke.
He groaned into her mouth and kissed her. Hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth. He moved over her fully and cupped the back of her thighs and parted them, settling his hips between. He groaned again when the heat of her body came in contact with his own, making him harden further. His hips shifted and ground against hers, rubbing the thick length back and forth. She moaned in his arms, arched up with a slow hiss of pleasure/pain.
He could think of nothing else but what he was doing. The pleasure of her beneath him, kissing him, her hands in his hair, it was too much. He didn’t know how it happened but one minute he was grinding himself against her, rubbing against the sweet place between her thighs and then the next he had the fur blankets jerked off her body. The clothing she had around her lower half was ripped to shreds by his claws and the clothing covering his waist was gone in an instant. Then he was inside her. He…was…inside…her. “Ah, fuck.” He groaned out, forcing his eyes open. Only to find the dark, charcoal eyes staring back at him. They were wide and shocked. Desperate. Passion filled. He wanted to focus on her, to pull out and apologize a thousand times over but he couldn’t move. He was buried deep and she was so tight. It was ecstasy.
Her body wasn’t hurting so much. The fever had subsided sometime during the night. His kisses were bringing completely different fever. He was teasing her…intoxicating her…she didn’t want him to stop…She just wished her mind would clear so she could see…could feel…Her eyes flew open, staring into his blue ones as she felt his body thrust into hers. She arched upward from the shock, her pupils dilating. The pain from that let her know she wasn’t dreaming. It was too real. Too carnal.
How?
Kouga shuddered, feeling her body grip his even tighter as she shifted. The pain in her eyes was almost too much for him to bear. He hadn’t meant for things to go this far. Not right now. “Kagome…God, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…God…” He started to pull out, wincing from the way her muscles began to reluctantly release him, intent on leaving her before he did something else he regretted. But when he felt the tight pull, the drag of his body leaving hers—the hot, tight grasp—he couldn’t help but thrust back in. The sensation left him sweating, groaning from the tight clasp of her around his cock.
“Kouga.” He heard her voice as if from a distance, muffled, her hands fisted in his hair. He knew he had to be hurting her. He was huge—aching—his body stretching hers. He knew he was hurting her…but he couldn’t stop. Not now. He would die if he had to stop and he die—he was inside—because he knew he couldn’t stop.
“I’m sorry, Kagome.” He dropped his head, felt the fevered skin of her shoulder against his forehead. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He just couldn’t stop. He screamed at his mind to stop but he couldn’t. He groaned at the tight grasp as he withdrew and then slowly slid back in.
“Kouga…” She whispered again, her voice tight and breathless.
“Forgive me.” He groaned out, the muscles in his arms bunching. “I can’t…stop…Kagome.” The muscles in his thighs flexed as he began to thrust in and out, the motion slow. It was exquisite. The feeling alone could bring him to his knees. Her voice rose again, saying his name, but he couldn’t…he just couldn’t…stop. When she whispered his name again he felt a twist of pain tear through his heart. “I can’t, Kagome…I just…” His face contorted as he thrust again. “…can’t.” He’d never known such pleasure.
She called his name again, the words low and strung out. They made sense then, the words coming together. His name, the sentence. Kouga, kiss me. His head snapped up. His nostrils flared as he stared down at her—wide awake. The hands in his hair clenched, pulling as he captured her lips with his. The kiss wasn’t gentle. He curled his hands around the back of her thighs and shoved them high and then wrapped them around his waist. He continued thrusting, trying to keep the motion slow when his whole body screamed for something more. Fast and hard. No matter how slow he went he could already smell the blood—hers. The wound in her side was tugging with each thrust of his hips, slowly splitting until he could smell the dark scent. He had to stop or hurry.
He choose the latter.
He stared down at her, the look on her face—the ecstasy etched in her eyes as his hips picked up the pace till he could hear the sound of their flesh slapping together. When she moaned, he almost came then and there. The sound was a mixture of pleasure and pain. He wanted so much more. To take her like he really wanted, hard and fast—almost violent. That could kill her. He had waited so long to hear those sweet sounds coming from her lips. He could feel his body tensing and he gritted his teeth against the need to spew himself inside her now.
"Kagome." He groaned out.
She gasped, her skin flushed and hot. Her body was killing her. In more ways than one. Her side was throbbing and she could feel the small trickle of blood. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was the wolf demon thrusting inside her, the thrust and drag of him in her body. In and out…in and out…She screamed then, her body clenching around his tightly, rippling as he swept his hand down and touched the small bud between her thighs before thrusting hard inside her. She came then and he muffled her scream, kissing her. Her body spasmed around his and then she heard the deep, throaty growl that rose up from his chest. The sound was almost a violent one as he came in her body, his cock throbbing, releasing his seed deep into her body.
He fell against her then, breathing heavily, his weight crushing her into the furs but she didn’t care. Her side ached—throbbing; then again, so was he. She couldn’t believe it. Her pleasure dazed mind tried to focus on what had just happened before she felt his body shift and then he was lifting away from her, his cock sliding from her body. His body glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, smeared with blood. Her blood. She smiled drowsily, wondering why he was cursing after the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given her. Faintly she saw him crawl back over to her, felt his hands moving over the deep cuts in her side. From nowhere he seemed to pull up a wet cloth and he was wiping the blood away.
He was furious with himself—but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he’d felt. He was ashamed of the way he had taken her when she was so ill but she had realized—in the end what was happening. She knew. He was relieved to see that he hadn’t opened up her wound very much. He saw the drowsy look in her eyes and leaned over her again and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. He wanted to apologize but he couldn’t bring himself to. He wasn’t sorry in the least.
She could already feel her eyes growing heavy. The happenings of the last few days and now this were too much. With the aftershocks still coursing through her body and the weakness, she could feel sleep beckoning. “Go back to sleep.” Was the last thing she heard him whisper before her eyes slid closed.
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She moaned in her sleep, a twisted look on pain on her face. The word she said tore at his heart. “Inuyasha…”
“Inuyasha…you left…you…” She whispered again, the pain in her voice stark. She was dreaming and hearing Inuyasha’s name instead of his own was heart wrenching. “You…you killed him.” The sob was a cry from her throat as she twisted. “Kouga.” She reached out in the darkness, as if trying to reach. “He killed you…Inuyasha…” A single tear fell. “Oh God, he killed you, Kouga.” She whispered suddenly and Kouga realized what she was dreaming. He leaned over her and gently pushed her back on the bed, holding her shoulders down.
“No, he didn’t. I’m here. Right here.” He leaned down, his heart lifting. He kissed her ear. “I’m alive, Kagome. I’m not going anywhere.” She writhed for a moment before his words settled and then she slowly stilled, the look on her face soft but feverish. The pain he had felt eased when she said his name. His name. She wanted him. She cared for him.
He glanced over his shoulder when he heard someone approach. He saw Mai and his hard features softened. She walked up beside him, twisting her hands. “Is she going to be alright?” He nodded at her question. He wouldn’t allow it otherwise. “Yes, Mai. She’s a very strong woman. Her powers—her will alone—will give her the strength to live.”
“She would have died if you hadn’t gotten to her then.” Her bottom lip trembled and Kouga wrapped his arm around her to soothe her pain. “I promise you, Maim that I won’t let anything happen to Ka—“ He paused. “—your mother.” She’d live. He would see to it that she did. He hadn’t wait this long to finally have her in his arms, only to lose her again.
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Three days had passed since then when Kagome was showing the first signs of recovering. During the day she was able to walk, with him, but during the night the fever kept coming back. She slept heavily which Kouga was glad for. He sighed and dropped down beside her, one arm bent beneath his head. It was the middle of the night and he couldn’t sleep. Not with Kagome was like this. He felt her move in her sleep, a small whisper that he couldn’t understand. Then she whispered his name. “Kouga…”
“I’m here.” He leaned over her, brushing back the dark strands of hair from her forehead. He kissed her forehead, his nose twitching at the subtle change in her scent.
He was gentle when he leaned up further, cupping her shoulders. If she kept moving she was likely to reopen the wound. She moaned again, her body hot in his hands. “Kouga…kiss me…” His gut clenched hotly and he closed his eyes, clenching his teeth at the words. All it took was those three words to have the fire rushing through his veins. Her scent spiked higher, a drug to his senses. She was dreaming. About him. Whatever it was, it had her arousal flowing…
He wanted to smile at the thought but he couldn’t. His body was aching. Hard. Those words sent so many images itching through his mind that all he could do was hold her down to keep her from moving. When she turned towards him, he felt a sort of anger towards himself for his thoughts. And his actions. He shouldn’t…he leaned over her but kept his weight off, balancing his hands on either side of her face. His eyes slid half closed as he kissed her ear gently. He wasn’t going to take her. He refused to. Not when she was sick with fever, not when she had no control and didn’t know what she was doing. “Why, Kagome?”
He closed his eyes when she writhed in his arms again, those sweet breasts of hers brushing his chest. His body responded, growing hard. Her words, he knew, while in sleep, had to be true.
“Kouga…because I want…you…stop teasing…”
Hell, how was he supposed to resist her? She wanted him—that was a start. A kiss couldn’t hurt. Just one kiss. He’d pay for it later when he was hard as a rock but…”One kiss.” He whispered against her lips. They were as soft as he remembered. Her lips alone were intoxicating. He kept the kiss gentle—he didn’t dare take it further. He almost groaned when he felt the tentative touch of her tongue slide inside his mouth. He had wanted her to make the first move towards him—someday—but not like this. She didn’t know what she was doing. He didn’t stop though, not even when his body raged at him, hot and heavy, so hard he ached. He shifted over her, rising and slowly lowered himself over her body, careful to keep his weight on her good side. When he felt her small hands slide into his hair, his control broke.
He groaned into her mouth and kissed her. Hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth. He moved over her fully and cupped the back of her thighs and parted them, settling his hips between. He groaned again when the heat of her body came in contact with his own, making him harden further. His hips shifted and ground against hers, rubbing the thick length back and forth. She moaned in his arms, arched up with a slow hiss of pleasure/pain.
He could think of nothing else but what he was doing. The pleasure of her beneath him, kissing him, her hands in his hair, it was too much. He didn’t know how it happened but one minute he was grinding himself against her, rubbing against the sweet place between her thighs and then the next he had the fur blankets jerked off her body. The clothing she had around her lower half was ripped to shreds by his claws and the clothing covering his waist was gone in an instant. Then he was inside her. He…was…inside…her. “Ah, fuck.” He groaned out, forcing his eyes open. Only to find the dark, charcoal eyes staring back at him. They were wide and shocked. Desperate. Passion filled. He wanted to focus on her, to pull out and apologize a thousand times over but he couldn’t move. He was buried deep and she was so tight. It was ecstasy.
Her body wasn’t hurting so much. The fever had subsided sometime during the night. His kisses were bringing completely different fever. He was teasing her…intoxicating her…she didn’t want him to stop…She just wished her mind would clear so she could see…could feel…Her eyes flew open, staring into his blue ones as she felt his body thrust into hers. She arched upward from the shock, her pupils dilating. The pain from that let her know she wasn’t dreaming. It was too real. Too carnal.
How?
Kouga shuddered, feeling her body grip his even tighter as she shifted. The pain in her eyes was almost too much for him to bear. He hadn’t meant for things to go this far. Not right now. “Kagome…God, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…God…” He started to pull out, wincing from the way her muscles began to reluctantly release him, intent on leaving her before he did something else he regretted. But when he felt the tight pull, the drag of his body leaving hers—the hot, tight grasp—he couldn’t help but thrust back in. The sensation left him sweating, groaning from the tight clasp of her around his cock.
“Kouga.” He heard her voice as if from a distance, muffled, her hands fisted in his hair. He knew he had to be hurting her. He was huge—aching—his body stretching hers. He knew he was hurting her…but he couldn’t stop. Not now. He would die if he had to stop and he die—he was inside—because he knew he couldn’t stop.
“I’m sorry, Kagome.” He dropped his head, felt the fevered skin of her shoulder against his forehead. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He just couldn’t stop. He screamed at his mind to stop but he couldn’t. He groaned at the tight grasp as he withdrew and then slowly slid back in.
“Kouga…” She whispered again, her voice tight and breathless.
“Forgive me.” He groaned out, the muscles in his arms bunching. “I can’t…stop…Kagome.” The muscles in his thighs flexed as he began to thrust in and out, the motion slow. It was exquisite. The feeling alone could bring him to his knees. Her voice rose again, saying his name, but he couldn’t…he just couldn’t…stop. When she whispered his name again he felt a twist of pain tear through his heart. “I can’t, Kagome…I just…” His face contorted as he thrust again. “…can’t.” He’d never known such pleasure.
She called his name again, the words low and strung out. They made sense then, the words coming together. His name, the sentence. Kouga, kiss me. His head snapped up. His nostrils flared as he stared down at her—wide awake. The hands in his hair clenched, pulling as he captured her lips with his. The kiss wasn’t gentle. He curled his hands around the back of her thighs and shoved them high and then wrapped them around his waist. He continued thrusting, trying to keep the motion slow when his whole body screamed for something more. Fast and hard. No matter how slow he went he could already smell the blood—hers. The wound in her side was tugging with each thrust of his hips, slowly splitting until he could smell the dark scent. He had to stop or hurry.
He choose the latter.
He stared down at her, the look on her face—the ecstasy etched in her eyes as his hips picked up the pace till he could hear the sound of their flesh slapping together. When she moaned, he almost came then and there. The sound was a mixture of pleasure and pain. He wanted so much more. To take her like he really wanted, hard and fast—almost violent. That could kill her. He had waited so long to hear those sweet sounds coming from her lips. He could feel his body tensing and he gritted his teeth against the need to spew himself inside her now.
"Kagome." He groaned out.
She gasped, her skin flushed and hot. Her body was killing her. In more ways than one. Her side was throbbing and she could feel the small trickle of blood. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was the wolf demon thrusting inside her, the thrust and drag of him in her body. In and out…in and out…She screamed then, her body clenching around his tightly, rippling as he swept his hand down and touched the small bud between her thighs before thrusting hard inside her. She came then and he muffled her scream, kissing her. Her body spasmed around his and then she heard the deep, throaty growl that rose up from his chest. The sound was almost a violent one as he came in her body, his cock throbbing, releasing his seed deep into her body.
He fell against her then, breathing heavily, his weight crushing her into the furs but she didn’t care. Her side ached—throbbing; then again, so was he. She couldn’t believe it. Her pleasure dazed mind tried to focus on what had just happened before she felt his body shift and then he was lifting away from her, his cock sliding from her body. His body glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, smeared with blood. Her blood. She smiled drowsily, wondering why he was cursing after the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given her. Faintly she saw him crawl back over to her, felt his hands moving over the deep cuts in her side. From nowhere he seemed to pull up a wet cloth and he was wiping the blood away.
He was furious with himself—but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he’d felt. He was ashamed of the way he had taken her when she was so ill but she had realized—in the end what was happening. She knew. He was relieved to see that he hadn’t opened up her wound very much. He saw the drowsy look in her eyes and leaned over her again and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. He wanted to apologize but he couldn’t bring himself to. He wasn’t sorry in the least.
She could already feel her eyes growing heavy. The happenings of the last few days and now this were too much. With the aftershocks still coursing through her body and the weakness, she could feel sleep beckoning. “Go back to sleep.” Was the last thing she heard him whisper before her eyes slid closed.
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