InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learning to Trust ❯ Forgiveness ( Chapter 3 )

Lemon in this chapter. You have been warned.

 

“Full circle.” Inuyasha growled into the darkness of his room. The small breath of the outside world had only made him hunger more for freedom, and the day had lasted what felt like a lifetime. He was pacing in a circle, growling curses at his father, at the room, and at himself. He was so busy with muttering that he didn't notice the door slide open. When he finally did noticed someone was there, he turned and snarled full force at the person.

 

He regretted it as soon as he saw her. Kagome recoiled, and began sliding for the door. He growled again to stop her, though this one was softer in tone, as close to an apology as he would go. She silently held out a book, while keeping her eyes averted. Curious, he walked over and took it. It took him only a few seconds before his face was glowing with a happy smile at the sight of his favorite book. It darkened again when he remembered its last location.

 

“What were you doing in my room?” he asked, harsher that he intended. Kagome stiffened and backed away. He dove forward and grabbed her by the front of the kimono.

 

“Answer the damn question,” he yelled. She remained limp and terrified. In a moment of anger, he pulled back his left fist and swung.

 

The red haze of anger was suddenly lessened when his hard eyes met hers. The grey eyes were usually vacant, whenever he caught a random glimpse of them. Now he wished they were vacant. The pain, broken trust, and pure emotion that overflowed through her eyes in the form of soft tears chilled his anger and he released her in horror. She dropped to the ground, and looked up at him, never taking her damn eyes off him.

 

In an effort to regain some sort of sense of himself, he snarled at her. He glared as he watched her run away, tripping over the threshold, slamming the sliding door closed, and he listened to her footsteps fade down the hardwood hallway.

 

He growled and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the nagging feeling of guilt. Still annoyed, he went to set the book down at the table, only to discover Kagome hadn't brought only the book.

 

A tray of what looked like wonderfully cooked meat and some sort of noodle dish was waiting, still steaming, and he bit his lip as the guilt got stronger. Not only had she brought him dinner, she had cooked his favorites for him, and he repaid her by hitting her. There was also a bag, which he opened and sighed heavily after examining.

 

Some of his books, an empty journal, and other trinkets were packed. Atop it all rested a note from his mother, noting that his “adorable koneko” had told her that his room seemed a little sparse, so she had taken the liberty of packing some of his favorite things to send up with said koneko.

 

Inuyasha groaned. If anything could have made him feel like the ultimate ass, this was it. He made up his mind to apologize to Kagome, and maybe find some way to get her to forgive him. He was actually on his feet before he realized his predicament.

 

Kagome had slammed the door shut when she fled, thus engaging the locking spell, trapping him in the room. He wouldn't be able to talk to her unless she came back and stayed long enough to hear him out.

 

Inuyasha groaned and kicked the wall fiercely. Nothing was going for him today.

 

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“Inuyasha? Are you still awake?” Inuyasha ignored his mother. He heard the door slide open and her moving towards him. He remained still, even though he was sure it wouldn't work against his mother.

 

“Why isn't your koneko here?” He growled and rolled over.

 

“You didn't get mad at her, did you, Inuyasha?” she frowned when she got no response. “Did you?”

 

“I was gonna go and damn apologize but the fucking lock was in place so I couldn't.” he grumbled.

 

“So, any idea how she got the awful bruise she is bearing on her cheek? It looks as though someone hit her.”

 

Inuyasha growled and buried his head under the covers. He heard his mother rise with a swish of her kimono, and he refused to look at her.

 

“The way you treat her,” she commented, “I'm somewhat happy that she sleeps alone.” Before Inuyasha could make a comment his mother was gone, and the door firmly shut.

 

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“You should go talk to him, at least, Kagome. Maybe he'll apologize.”

 

“No. Even after we…shared a bed, he still-” Kagome cut herself off and raised a hand to the dark blue swelling on her cheek. Rin sighed.

 

“So, why did you go to him last night if you don't trust him at all?”

 

Kagome sighed in response. Rin was preparing her next attack when she turned to greet the youkai woman who had just entered.

 

“Izayoi-san, how did it go?”

 

The youkai rubbed her temples. “He's as stubborn as he was as a pup. And he is being the typical stupid male, simply retreating into a cave and not coming out.”

 

Sesshomaru groaned when he entered the room.

 

“So much sorrow should not be carried by females,” he grumbled, “especially women who should be resting so they don't get worn out by their pups.”

 

Rin rolled her eyes and struggled to her feet. Sesshomaru was beside her in an instant, supporting her engorged body.

 

“Only a little while longer,” she sighed. “I can't wait until it's born, then I can set the weight down when I'm tired.” Sesshomaru nuzzled her and picked up his mate. He nodded to the other females, and bore his mate to their room. Izayoi smiled, and looked over at Kagome, who was watching them with an unreadable expression on her face.

 

She rose and left without a word. Izayoi sighed deeply. Inuyasha had really screwed things up for himself.

 

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The dark permeated the room, but the hanyou didn't care. She didn't want to be in the light right then.

 

Rin was…so beautiful when she was with Sesshomaru, even though she is big and pregnant.

 

No hanyou has ever been beautiful.

 

She smiled wistfully. What was is that Mama used to say? Mates cuddle, and snuggle, and kiss. She stared into space, remembering her young fantasies of her future mate. He would be a hanyou too, she remembered that. He'd have ears that moved around and he would like it when she petted them, and he would love to rub her ears. They would sit around their fire, after making dinner, and talk about their days and their pasts and how much they loved each other.

 

Mama always used to allude to something wonderful that mates do together. Something that feels wonderful, and makes you love your mate even more, and can give you the greatest gift and blessing.

 

She knew now that what her mother had never mentioned was in fact sex, which, as had all her other fantasies, been torn from her and ripped to pieces.

 

Sex hurt. It tore and wounded her, and she bled for it. What had she gotten from it? Her eyes fell to her stomach, which wasn't showing quite yet, but she could feel the firmness that hadn't been there before.

 

A child is a gift, a blessing that will come from your love.

 

Yea right. No one loved hanyou.

 

She felt wet droplets hit her legs, and didn't care. Normally she would withhold her tears, because they had made Inuyasha angry with her. Now they would bring Rin, Izayoi, and Sesshomaru to fuss over her. She wasn't sure which was worse. She wished so much that she had no mate, no child, that she wasn't hated by both human and youkai, that her mother hadn't been killed. Her tears flowed and flowed until she was sobbing, rocking herself and trying not to scream her pain.

 

She slowly crawled to her futon and curled up inside it, where she cried for much of the night.

 

Some point before dawn she rose silently and crept down the hall. Her heart was pounding as she settled next to his door. She could feel him inside, sleeping. Kagome smiled, and curled up on the floor.

 

The next morning Toga sighed when he saw her curled up next to his son's door again. He frowned though when he saw the bruise formed on her cheek.

 

Toga growled angrily and threw open the sliding door. He strode over to his sleeping son and pulled him out of the futon by his yukata. Even though Inuyasha was awake he shook him fiercely.

 

“Why in the hell would you strike your pregnant mate? Mate aside, why would you strike a pregnant woman? Answer before I lock you in the dungeons.”

 

Inuyasha glared right back at his father. However, the battle was abruptly broken off when Toga noticed that Kagome was bowing and begging him to let Inuyasha stay there. He swung his son, who was fighting his captivity, to the side so he could fully face the girl.

 

“Why not?” he growled. “He struck you. He has no right to remain someplace comfortable.”

 

Kagome quivered. “I'll take his place.” She murmured. Toga dropped Inuyasha in surprise.

 

“You would go to the dungeons for the crime of being struck?” he asked, mouth agape.

 

Kagome ducked and prostrated before him. “Please don't hurt Inuyasha.” She said quietly.

 

Inuyasha and Toga both stared in open-mouthed horror. Toga turned to his son and shook his head.

 

“You let her go?” he asked, more in male amazement than anything else.

 

Inuyasha growled. “I didn't ask the wench to beg. She's just being pathetic on her own.”

 

Kagome didn't even flinch. Toga did notice that her claws dug into her palms harder, and noticed the scent of old tears clinging to her, refreshed by the smell of new ones forming. He turned and growled at Inuyasha for her. Apparently Inuyasha had only just noticed the evidence of tears too, though it was having a more profound effect on him.

 

Inuyasha, still on the ground, crawled towards the huddled neko, cautiously sniffing at her. She didn't move away, but she didn't encourage him. He leaned forward until his nose practically touching hers. He then craned his head forward so that he could nuzzle her uninjured cheek. While she was still unmoving, he switched sides and brushed a feather light kiss over her bruised cheek.

 

“I'm sorry,” he mumbled against her hair, “and thank you for the stuff.”

 

She scooted closer, and he wasted no time in taking her into his arms. She tucked her nose into his chest and nuzzled gently. He stroked her hair and then stroked one of her ears. She flattened it, but he pried it up again.

 

Toga smiled at the sight of his son and mate cuddling. He quietly rose and left, sliding the door closed. A mischievous smile lit on his face and he continued down the hall, hoping that they could make up with each other.

 

Inuyasha held the small hanyou, his hanyou, in his arms. He stroked her cheek and lifted her face, only to find that she was asleep. He smiled at her calm face, and laid her down on his futon, pulling the covers up high on her body. He worked her obi until it came off, and pulled it and her sleeping kimono off of her. Once she was comfortably settled in the covers, he looked around for his father, but realized he was gone, and the door was closed. He frowned slightly, but sighed, and got one of the books she'd taken to him.

 

She woke up a few hours later, and he looked up and smiled at her. She blushed and sunk back under the futon covers.

 

Inuyasha sensed her shivering under the covers as he sat down next to her. He slid his hand under the covers on the side, and brushed her hip. She froze up, and heard a soft whine. He frowned, and pulled the blankets off her head. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was biting her lip so hard she drew blood.

 

He frowned deeper, reaching forward to brush back her hair and stroke her cheek. She keened again. He sighed and slid under the covers with her, wrapping his arms around her quivering body. He was careful to not let his erection touch her, knowing it would probably cause a significant amount of distress.

 

He leaned forward and gently captured her lips with his. She squirmed, but stilled when his tongue ran over her lips.

 

Inuyasha bit her lower lip gently, tugged, released, and licked the wound until her lip was swollen. She looked up at him, an unreadable emotion in her eyes.

 

“Kiss?” she asked finally, running hesitant fingers over her swollen lips. He smiled again, and brushed a chaste kiss against her forehead, and then pushed her lips open with his tongue. It explored her mouth lazily, pushing up against her tongue to coax it into movement.

 

He parted again, to let her breathe and look into her eyes. Her eyes were slightly calmer, less fearful, but an odd light shone in her eyes, something he had never seen there before.

 

Inuyasha nuzzled her cheek, causing her to lean to one side, exposing her neck. He attacked the newly exposed flesh with his lips and tongue. She sighed happily and shivered. Inuyasha paused and laughed when he felt her purr.

 

He licked and sucked his way down her chest till he reached the softer, white flesh of her breasts. He alternated between suckling harder and softer as he neared the dark nipple, making her squirm and moan with need. He stopped and blew on her now wet, glistening breasts, making her shiver at the sudden chill. He leaned forward and used his tongue to push her hard nipple into the soft flesh. He watched with delight as her feet began pushing at the futon, slowly pulling the blankets off them. He was forced to hold her upper body down so she couldn't pull away with her squirming.

 

The hard, dark nipple called, and he closed his mouth on her virgin nipple. She cried out, and her hands fisted his hair. He suckled her, running his tongue over her and once even biting down lightly.

 

Inuyasha released her, and smirked in masculine pride at her, the hanyou he had once tortured, now on her back on his bed, squirming for his touch. There was definitely something erotic about it. Her hips were bucking forward, though he didn't know if she understood the meaning of the reflex. He was after all the first male she had been with, not that he looked back on that with pride anymore. She had been there all along and he'd never brought her pleasure for all she'd given him.

 

He sensed her calming down and re-launched his attack on her body. His lips left wet kisses all over her chest while his hand sought lower and lower on her body, until he cupped the area between her legs. She gasped and whined, seeking to remove the hand or the tension. He slid up her body and kissed her again, smothering her cry as his finger entered her. He had carefully positioned his legs so that when she was distracted by his attention to her lips and female area, he was able to push her legs wide. His knees rested against the insides of her thighs and held them apart. One of his hands was holding her by the shoulder, pushing her down into his questing fingers from the other end, all while he ravished her lips.

 

Enjoying her squirming greatly, he added another finger, and another. Had he not been a powerful youkai, she might have dislodged him. Fortunately for her, he was capable of holding her down until she was driven to the brink. And he was going to bring her to the brink. Multiple times, if she made it. He wanted to make her so giddily happy that she chose to spend the night, or at least so that she'd be too tired to move from his bed, where he was perfectly able to explore her as long as he wanted. Maybe he'd let her sleep so that she'd have the energy to keep up with him. There was a major difference in the energy required to make love, instead of just sitting there patiently while getting fucked, as she was so used to.

 

He felt her stiffen, and her body beginning to quiver. Thinking fast, he decided to let her come, rather than tease or begin fucking her too soon. A few more thrusts and fondles and she came, powerfully, especially for a first time and for one so inexperienced in the art of loving. She was still riding the waves when a knock sounded in the small chamber.

 

Inuyasha growled, and pulled a yukata back on. Groaning at the bad luck, he covered his still trembling mate with the covers and went to answer the door.

 

“Yes?” he yelled, frustrated at the disruption. The door slid open and he came face to face with Sesshomaru.

 

“Where is your mate?” he asked. Inuyasha growled. “Why do you want to know?”

 

“Rin is worried, as Kagome was not in her room.”

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and stepped aside slightly, gesturing to the occupied futon. Sesshomaru sniffed delicately, and immediately slid the door closed.

 

“Sesshomaru.” Inuyasha called, after a moment's thought. He heard the footsteps stop, but didn't come closer. A long pause followed.

 

“Do I really have a nephew?” he asked finally. He heard a soft snort down the hall.

 

“Yes, you do baka. And Sugimi is as hanyou as your mate.”

 

“Can I see him sometime?”

 

“Inuyasha wa baka.”

 

“I've only heard Rin too. I want to see the human that tamed the bastard.”

 

“Well, I've seen the hanyou that tamed you.”

 

“Leave Kagome out of it.”

 

“Why should I? You brought up my mate.”

 

“Fine, fine, we'll get someone to count to three and then show each other our mates.”

 

Sesshomaru laughed. “In some ways it's good to have the baka home.”

 

“In some ways I'm glad to be back.”

 

“By the way, Father and Mother are considering moving you into your old room.”

 

“Thank Kami-sama. I was going crazy.”

 

“For your mate's sake. They both think she's adorable and shouldn't be stuck in solitary confinement with you.”

 

“Bastard.”

 

“Baka.”

 

Inuyasha grinned, and returned to Kagome, who by now was looking rather bored. He lay down next to her, and lay his head on her shoulder. She was purring, and it was very relaxing.

 

Kagome yawned and was considering doing what he'd done to her back, but realized he was sleeping against her. She smiled gently and stroked his hair. She started and looked down when she felt a hand on her thigh. She blushed at the sight of his fingers playing with the muscle of her leg.

 

She gasped when his fingers came up and cupped her. She squirmed but he shifted so that most of his weight fell on her, stopping her from moving. She whimpered softly, but he hushed her and kissed her neck. She looked down at him worriedly, and realized he must be having a very vivid dream, as he was still asleep.

 

Something very hard and somewhat wet pressed against her thigh. She looked down, and cheeped. His manhood was pressed against her, and it was very ready. She instinctively tried to press her legs together, forgetting his hand between her legs.

 

“K'gome, fingers.” He mumbled sleepily. She shivered, but spread her legs again. He took advantage of the space to explore her wet area again, parting her nether lips and running the pads of his fingers along the slit. Kagome whimpered and writhed.

 

“Kagome?” she looked up, and gasped when she saw his eyes open. He appeared very confused, which scared her slightly. What if he was dreaming about someone else and suddenly got me? What if-

 

Her train of thought was cut off when she noticed he was spreading her legs farther and dipping his head between them. She squirmed and fought harder, fear overriding the instinctual pleasure at the sight of him naked and between her slick thighs.

 

Inuyasha looked up at her, noticing the scared scent she was putting off and the way she was fighting his grip on her hips. He reached out and stroked her hips, her belly, and her bottom, which he noticed calmed her a little. His lips attacked her legs with wet kisses, his tongue loving the soft skin. Little by little the fear scent was replaced by excitement, and desire.

 

His tongue finally licked her from bottom to top, and he heard her gasp. He looked up at her face, which was twisted in ecstasy. He licked her again, then went for the deep plunge.

 

She was hot, and wet, and oh so tight. Her juices were flowing freely, and he took the opportunity to memorize her flavor. He found her sweet area, rubbing it with his knuckle. She was moaning and gasping, and one of her hands fisted in his hair. He knew she was near another peak, but he also knew his impending need would make him ignore her needs to satisfy himself.

 

The wet, hot area was appealing, but he wanted to watch her as she came. He broke off, stroking her side in response to the broken whimper, and crawled up her body. He ran his arms under her and pulled her until she was sitting up, straddling one of his thighs. She clenched it with her legs, encasing the leg in warm wetness. It only made him harder.

 

He gently lifted her up higher, forcing her to release the temporary relief clenching his thigh had provided. He held her in position above his manhood, waiting.

 

Kagome was looking at him with a mix of desire and fear on her face. He kissed her gently, and licked her cheek. She looked at him, and in a rare moment of understanding, she nodded at him. He was so surprised at her taking charge that he didn't fully grasp what the nod meant, until she slowly worked her way down onto him. He kissed her forcefully, juxtaposing it against the slow, gentle way he lowered her onto him, allowing her to get used to the new position and how he stretched her tight area out. Finally he realized he'd sunk himself fully into her, and he could feel the heat and wetness all around him, along with the clenching and random movements of her inner muscles.

 

Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, while thrusting his hips, causing her to rise against him. With how tight her held her, and how she wrapped her legs around his waist, as though trying to draw him in even more, it felt as though they moved as one, thrusting, panting, moaning, quivering.

 

When Kagome gasped and came, her inner muscles clenched hard around him, and he shot his seed into her. He moaned, hugging her so tight that he left white marks from his hands on her shoulder blades. She had left red love scratches all down his back.

 

Somehow, during the haze of orgasmic bliss, he leaned down and sunk his fangs into the scarred mark he had left on her shoulder before. He felt her tense up, and then smiled even wider when he felt pinpricks of pain on his deliberately open shoulder.

 

Inuyasha cleaned her new wound thoroughly, then went to nuzzling his new official mate. She seemed to need it. Kagome hadn't fully freaked out after she bit him, but she definitely wasn't rejoicing either.

 

He chanced a looked at her. The traces of satisfied pleasure were there, as well as anxiety. She seemed to be in more of a daze than anything else.

 

Time moved at the speed of a snail as Kagome slowly figured out what she had done. Inuyasha locked his arms around her to prevent any freaking out she might do when she finally realized what had happened.

 

When several minutes had passed and she still hadn't roused, he went to his secondary plan. He pulled her closer into embrace, and tucked her head into his shoulder, bringing her ears into range. He leaned down licked one of her ears along the spine. She twitched and jerked, and he realized that he was still inside her, and her squirming was making him hard again.

 

Inuyasha was still holding her pressed against his chest when she appeared to come out of her stupor. She fought, squirmed, and at one point he felt her lick his nipple, which made him shiver in pleasure and thrust his hips, which sent waves of pleasure through her. When she finally calmed and stopped moving, he relaxed his grip and went to stroking her ears.

 

His gamble worked. Kagome had been poised to run, but when his fingers fell onto her ears she relaxed and leaned back into him. She resumed her purring, which he now decided, apart from her love cries, was his favorite sound.

 

It was ironic that during his confinement he had been desperate for contact, rejoicing even in someone bringing up a meal; but now Kagome and he were constantly being interrupted and it was getting irritating.

 

Inuyasha growled and tucked her once again under the covers, pulled on the yukata and went to the door.

 

Several seconds later he returned to the futon, bearing a tray of meats, fruits, and water. He set it down, noticing how her eyes lit up at the sight of food.

 

“Hungry?” he asked, a toothy grin flashing on his face.

 

She blushed and nodded. Inuyasha grinned wider. “Open up.”

 

Kagome obediently opened her mouth and hummed in pleasure when he placed a grape on her tongue. She swallowed it, savoring the leftover sweet juice in her mouth. He chuckled when she cautiously opened her mouth again in a silent request for more.

 

He fed her grapes, parts of apples, oranges, and would sneak in meat whenever she wasn't paying attention. The first time he snuck in the meat she had pouted and sulked, until enough persuasion in the form of licks and whines on his part made her accept fruit again. The second she had pouted but he kissed her, and she went back to accepting food from him.

 

About a half an hour later they were resting on the futon. Well, Inuyasha was resting. Kagome was picking up the scattered food, and neatening the futon covers she had mussed up during their fun. Eventually Inuyasha tired of her cleaning and growled softly, calling her to him. She came immediately and he took her into his arms.

 

“Inuyasha?” He grunted, signaling she had his attention.

 

“Why feed me meat?”

 

He seemed to consider for a moment, then yawned.

 

“Meat is good for you, and for the pup. So is rest. Go to sleep.”

 

“I can't just go to sleep,” she mumbled.

 

Inuyasha wrapped his body around hers and growled softly. “What would you do instead?” he asked finally.

 

Kagome stared off into space. “I want to go outside.” She replied.

 

“Door's locked.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and settled himself more comfortably against her. A lecherous thought came to him and he smiled.

 

“We could mate again.”

 

Kagome blushed bright red and cheeped.

 

“There's a lot of positions in one of the books my mother sent. It's a wonderful book, maybe we could read it together and enjoy ourselves?” he winked at her.

 

“I can't read.” Kagome said quietly.

 

Inuyasha frowned and sat up, so as to look at her better. She was looking off to a side, obviously embarrassed.

 

“Where did you grow up, Kagome?” he asked.

 

She smiled, though it was pain-filled and distant. “In a village, Mino, east of here. My mother was one of the villagers, and she was respected, until she met my father.” She paused, but Inuyasha didn't comment.

 

“My mother was killed when I was young,” Kagome said finally. “They tried to get me, but I ran away. I hid, and nobody found me. I have been running ever since.”

 

Inuyasha winced for her. “Your father?”

 

Kagome shrugged. “My mother was in love with him, but I don't know anything about him, except that he was a neko youkai and he apparently had something for my mother, but he didn't stick around to see me born.” Again her eyes went distant. “I think that's why my mother always talked about my future mate, because she wanted me to choose a man who would stay with me, and we would love each other. Even though I was young she wanted me to have hope, happiness for the future. I think she knew I wouldn't stay in Mino.”

 

Inuyasha nuzzled her, and held her tight. “I'm sorry I hurt you,” he mumbled. “You have no idea how sorry I am.”

 

Kagome leaned into him, deep in thought. They lay quietly, each absorbed in his or her own thoughts.

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

“Mm?”

 

“Could you-do you-d'you train with a sword?”

 

“Yea, why?”

 

“Well, uh, I never saw you fighting with a sword before.”

 

“I've been lazy with my practicing. Big deal, you're not my father.”

 

Kagome flinched, and went silent. Inuyasha sighed and stroked her cheek.

 

“I didn't mean it that way.” He grumbled. Kagome nodded, but still hid under the covers. He sighed again when he noticed her ears pinned flat to her skull.

 

“Trust is easily broken, but not easily gained.” He said aloud. He knew Kagome was probably looked at him now, but ignored her.

 

“Why do you want to know?” he asked finally.

 

Kagome tucked her head into his shoulder, and he felt her hand close on him. He gasped, letting his body spasm and jerk at her touch on such a sensitive area. She rubbed up and down, and his hoarse groan encouraged her to continue. When she stopped rubbing him he forced his eyes open, to cast a curious glance at her.

 

“I don't know what to do.” She mumbled.

 

Inuyasha forced himself to sit up, and he slowly dragged himself to the wall, gently tugging Kagome to encourage her to follow. He settled against the wood, in a position that allowed him to rest his weight and remain upright, and also left his manhood in the open. She settled in front of him, between his spread thighs. The sight made him throb.

 

Taking her hand, Inuyasha gently guided her to his shaft. He forced her fingers into wrapping around it. He rubbed up and down, giving out a growl of pleasure when she continued on her own. He took her free hand and brought it lower, to the sacs that hung below. She understood before he finished guiding her and cupped the sacs. He spasmed, letting his head fall back.

 

He was panting and moaning as she tentatively rubbed his shaft. He felt his abdominal muscles flex of their own accord when something wet touched the head. He looked down, and found her tongue dangerously near him. Kagome was looking up at him, her features masked with worry.

 

“Was that wrong?” she asked quickly. Inuyasha's hands were shaking. The sight of naked, sweaty, innocent Kagome kneeling between his thighs, her ears back, asking if it was okay that she licked his cock was incredibly arousing.

 

“Do it again.” He moaned. She complied, and his body began to jerk as he grunted with pleasure. Her entire mouth closed over his shaft, but he somehow managed not to cry out. One hand reached down and gently tangled in her hair, though he tried desperately not to shove her down on his hard manhood.

 

With her mouth occupying his shaft, her hands were free to explore the rest of him. One hand slid up his torso to a nipple, gently squeezing it between the pads of her fingers. Her other hand was stroking his buttocks and thighs.

 

“Ungh, Kagome. Yes, good girl, uuuunh.” He groaned.

 

He came less than few minutes later. While he lay gasping, she hesitantly crawled up next to him. When his gasps finally faded to controllable breathing, he drew her into his lap. He let her rest her head in the nook of his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her chest and pulling her snugly against him.

 

“So, did you want training with just my sword, or was it training with an actual metal sword?”

 

Kagome cocked her head, giving him a curious look. Then, comprehension dawned and she blushed, hiding her face in his chest. He smiled and nuzzled her.

 

“I don't want you doing anything with an actual sword.” He commented. “A wooden sword, maybe, while you're pregnant. But you need to be gentle with it.”

 

Kagome blinked, and nodded dumbly.

 

Inuyasha yawned, and stood, letting her down and stretching.

 

“Here.” Kagome cocked her head again as he took a stance. Inuyasha realized her confusion and came behind her, bending her willing body into the stance with him pressed against her back.

 

“There. Hold that.” Inuyasha came off her and took the same stance opposite.

 

“Attack me.” Kagome bit her lip, and made a halfhearted jump towards him. He sighed and dodged.

 

“Attack.” Inuyasha growled. Kagome growled back and charged him.