InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Latex Blues ❯ Chapter 8

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

Part 8

"You do?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes. Why do you keep making me repeat myself?"

"Oh shut up!" she cried, pulling him down. As they kissed, he released himself from his inner kimono entirely. As soon as it was off his back and on the floor, Kagome's fingers began to explore his skin, feeling the delicious lines of every chiseled muscle in his back as he kissed her more deeply, his tongue finally breaking throught he barrier of her lips and dancing beneath her teeth. When he finally broke the kiss, they both came up gasping for air. He nuzzled his nose into Kagome's neck, burying himself in her sweet scent, then began to administer tiny kisses and licks that thrilled her body. In return, she reached for his ears again and began to rub them vigorously. He moaned into her neck and began to thrust his hips senselessly. Kagome felt something hot and hard pressing into her leg, making her tingle between her thighs. Seconds later, she felt a moistness seeping into her panties. Soon the smell of her arousal caught the attention of Inuyasha's sensitive nose, and he began to sniff and kiss his way downward in search of the source. When he reached her waist, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them off smoothly in one fluid motion, leaving her in a pair of pink, silky panties.

"I've seen those before." he said, mostly to himself. Now that her pants were off, the alluring smell had become even stronger. He suddenly recognized it as the scent that he had been drawn to the day this whole mess had started. No wonder he hadn't been able to stay away. The smell filled his senses with a singular desire that was almost impossible to resist. Yet, as he reached up to peel off the thin, pink barrier that was the only thing standing between him and ultimate his goal, he hesitated.

After a few moments of inactivity on Inuyasha's part, Kagome sat up to see what was the matter. He was kneeling between her legs, his bangs obscuring his face as he looked down at her naked thighs. His breathing was heavy and labored, and she found it so incredibly provocative that she soon found herself matching it, breath for breath. She stared at him, waiting expectantly.

"I've seen this much of you before." he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "If I remove anything else, I'll be entering new territory."

"Not quite, dog boy." she laughed softly. "You've caught me bathing plenty of times."

"Mmm." he said, "But that was only for an instant each time. I never had a chance to really appreciate it."

"Y-you… you have my permission to…appreciate it." she said shakily.

She had said it. Her permission had been given. Inuyasha's body screamed at him to continue, but he hesitated. Kagome sense his unease.

"Are you… scared?" she asked.

"A little." he admitted. "I've never done this before."

"Oh!" she said intelligently, surprised a bit. "Well, neither have I."

"I know that!" he retorted, as if her virginity were something he took completely for granted, despite everything he'd said to her over the past few days.

"We don't HAVE to do this." she offered, a little relieved. Part of her really wanted to go through with it, but the other part was still very afraid, not just of the pain, but of the implications. Regardless, Inuyasha shook his head.

"No." he said firmly. "I already told you, I have to."

"Well don't force yourself if you find it that difficult!" she said, sitting up. "I'm sorry you find it so tedious!" Letting out an exasperated sigh, he grabbed her ankles and with a quick jerk, pulled her forward. As her legs shot forward, she fell onto her back again.

"Shut up." he said from between her knees. No longer hesitating, he pulled off the panties, then nosed in between her thighs, pushing them apart with his face. The smell was much stronger here, and it was about to send him over the edge. He quickly found the source of her scent, a small, pink cleft between her thighs that glistened with her excitement. He nosed closer, her warm thighs on either side of his head. Then slowly, he opened his mouth and snaked out his long, pink tongue. He licked her from bottom to top, using it to taste, as well as caress her orifice. When the tiny bumps of his tongue collided with the little nub that rested above her opening, she let out a small, mewling cry. While he tasted her sex, he slid his hands up over the soft curves of her thighs and hips. He felt her body shudder as he tasted again, and when he reached the nub this time around, she squeaked. The sound made him ache for her, and he pulled away from the sweet nectar on his tongue to stand above her. When she felt the warmth of his mouth leaving, she sat up, her eyes at his groin level. He reached down and pulled the shirt off over her head. She was wearing nothing underneath. For the first time, Kagome lay before Inuyasha, stripped of everything and making no attempt to hide herself or 'osuwari' him. This amazed him, and it made him want to claim her even more. He began to untie the sash of his hakama, when she raised a hand and placed it gently on his, stopping him.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I'm scared." she answered, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes.

"Why?" he asked gently, "I won't hurt you, Kagome." She indicated to the condom on the bed beside them.

"That size is the biggest most human men get, and you said that they don't even fit you!" she wailed.

"Oh." he said. "That. Well, in my time, it's not unheard of for a demon to mate with a human. You know that already. So I wouldn't worry- from what I understand, it'll fit. You'll…stretch." He looked away from her on the last word, not wanting to see her reaction.

"Well, I'm sure it's possible," she said nervously, "but that still isn't very comforting."

"I'm sorry." he said, turning his head away from her. "I'm sorry it has to be like this, and that I'm such a freak, and that…" Inuyasha trailed off, confused. Something strange was going below his waist. He looked down at Kagome, who was purposefully untying the sash of his hakama.

"Kagome?" he asked, tilting his head to one side quizzically.

"Well it's pretty obvious that neither one of us is going to feel any better about this until we, uh, get things out in the open." she stated, her hands moving quickly and steadily on the fabric, deftly loosening the knot. She soon had it undone, and let it fall to the floor in a puddle of red fabric, finally ending the suspense. She stared at what she had revealed intently, cocking her head from one side to the other as if summing him up. Finally, he could no longer stand silent under her scrutiny.

"Well?!" he exploded.

"Well what?" she said in an infuriatingly blasé tone of voice.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked anxiously, dying to know if she would reject him or not.

"Oh. I don't know." she said flatly. "I've never seen one before." It took all of his will not to throw her out of the window at that moment, but he resisted the urge when she reached her hand out and gently touched it.

"Ahh…!" he inhaled sharply, causing her to draw her hand back quickly. She looked up at him with questioning eyes. He nodded, so she reached for him again. It didn't seem so bad… The tip was warm and soft, almost silky to the touch. Her fingers inched forward, moving up the shaft, pulling a soft, loose layer of skin back away from the head as they made their way to the base where it met his body in a soft, curly mass of silver hair. She closed her fist gently around the base of it, then slowly and firmly drew it back towards herself.

"…gods…" Inuyasha breathed, closing his eyes and slumping forward a bit. The sound of his voice made Kagome smile. She was beginning to realize that she held a lot more in her hand than mere skin and muscle. There was power here, great power. Power to control, to inflict pleasure or pain, whichever she saw fit. Power over Inuyasha that Kikyo would never possess, and a power that he had willingly relinquished to her. Inuyasha, who would never kow-tow to anyone, was now held captive by the slightest movement of her hand, and she loved him for it.