InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lemonade, Too ❯ ReMARKable ( Chapter 8 )

Lemonade, Too

By Fujifunmum

Chapter 8: ReMARKable

Yash turned to lead Kagome back the way she and Rin had come, but Kagome tugged on his arm to stop him. Pointing to the table she said, "He left the sword."

Yash glanced over her shoulder at Tenseiga and responded, "Bring it, just in case."

Kagome retrieved the large scabbard and blade and turned to follow Yash out the door. She called to him impatiently as he left her behind in the hallway. "Yash, tell me about the Marking. Rin didn't really tell me anything, but hinted it might be dangerous. Dangerous to both of us. What about the baby? What do swords have to do with it? What is the one he gave you and why did he want you to choose the other one? I don't understand and it's scaring me." She was following Yash as quickly as she could in the confining clothing as he strode purposefully down the hall back to the suite she had just left. He was ahead of her and not responding. That just made her more nervous. She managed to catch up and tugged at his arm again, but he wouldn't slow down. "Please Yash, just tell me. Whatever it is we can handle it."

Yash reached the closed door and finally stopped and turned to look at her. "We agree on that, Kagome. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He opened the door swept her in and closed it behind her, making certain it was securely locked. "I would have preferred to do this in our house back in L.A., but I can feel that my Asshole brother is gone and there is no one here to disturb us. Better to act now than delay any further."

He made a quick circuit of the rooms, making sure all of the doors and windows were completely secured. Kagome stood just inside the door where he had left her, a puzzled and worried look on her face. She had a million questions and felt sure that Yash was not about to answer any of them. Her hanyou was more comfortable with actions than words and it was clear that he believed that now was a time for actions.

She held the sword in front of her like an umbrella, wondering what swords could possibly have to do with the Marking or the combining of their auras. She noticed that their luggage had been brought to this suite, luggage she had thought to be located at the Hilton in downtown Minneapolis. She was sure Yash had noticed it, too, but he hadn't commented on it.

Finally satisfied with the security of their quarters, Yash came and stood before Kagome, looking very serious indeed. His golden eyes held hers for a long moment, and then he took the time to admire his mate in her Approval attire. She was a very beautiful woman no matter how she was dressed, but in the white kimonos of his mother, and the elaborate red coat decorated with the insignia of his family and his own name, she took his breath away. The obi, binding her with his name wound around her again and again sent lightning bolts of desire through him. The elaborate pearl combs and golden clasps decorating her hair were elegant, but it was the scent of her hair that nearly brought him to his knees.

It was no accident that the Inu brothers had been seated across from their beautiful mates. The scent of the Youkai products both of them had used in preparation was especially provocative to their mates. The formal Approval ceremony was always kept short for this reason. The hot-blooded Inu Youkai were an impatient family, especially where sexual satisfaction was concerned. Delayed gratification was not in their skill set.

Now, as Kagome stood before him, decorated with his name and family heirlooms, the delicate scent of her shampoo and the bath oil wafted over him, setting his desire for her aflame. He was in no mood to answer questions, his instincts calling for immediate gratification and possession, as well as total domination of the situation and his mate. When he looked into her eyes, he wanted to see her love and desire for him, but all he could sense now were her questions.

He took Tenseiga from her, and removed Tetsusaiga from his obi. "I'm placing these swords on either side of our bed. Surely the spirit of the Great Inutaisho, my father, will protect us during the Marking. He, of all Youkai, would understand my choices."

"Your father?" Kagome was glad Yash was finally talking to her. Unfortunately, since she knew nothing about his father, his words didn't make any sense.

"These two swords are made from my father's fangs. Tetsusaiga was meant for me. In my hanyou hands it transforms and protects humans. Tenseiga was given to the Asshole, not that he deserves or appreciates it. It has no power to kill or destroy, which is all that Asshole cares about. It has the power to restore life. Ironic that our father should give it to my brother who cares nothing for others, except for Rin. I know he used it to save her life when she was a young girl." Yash was almost talking to himself as he placed the two great swords, encased in their scabbards, on either side of the largest king-size bed Kagome had ever seen. She thought it must have been custom-made for orgies, then blushed at her own train of thought and shook her head to bring her thoughts back to the very serious matters at hand.

"Please, Yash," she quietly pleaded, "Tell me about the Marking."

Yash returned to her side, reaching out to gently stroke her upper arms as he spoke. "I've already told you the important things. Our auras combine and we are marked as mates. If they combust rather than combine, they could consume us. That's why your submission to my will is such an important part of the process. If you fight me, the part of me that is Youkai, in any way, it could defeat the combining. I know it goes against your independent ideas, but in an Inu Youkai mating the male is dominant. I am an Inu Youkai. You must accept it, or we may not survive."

Again, Kagome felt her aura rising, responding to her outrage at Yash's insistence that she be submissive. She felt, rather than saw, the look of dismay on his face, as she closed her eyes and used the calming exercises that Kaede had taught her to try to control her heated response. It took her perhaps thirty seconds to regain her control, but it felt like several minutes to both mates.

"It's critical that you keep your Miko aura under full control during the Marking, Kagome. That is the greatest danger to both of us and to our pups."

Kagome was breathing hard with the effort of calming her aura, but she was not so distracted that she missed her mate's use of the plural again when referring to her child. Now was not the time to raise that issue again, there were more pressing matters at hand. Her hands went instinctively to cover her stomach. There was still no outward sign of her pregnancy; it was too soon.

"You're sure the Marking won't hurt our child, Yash?"

"Completely. My Youkai aura, my youki, would never hurt any pup of mine or my mate. If you are not my submissive mate, my youki might not recognize you."

"What about the soap? Why is it a problem that I was allergic to it?"

"Ah yes, the soap. My asshole bother has made all the big bucks that any one Asshole formerly known as Artist should ever need by developing that line of Youkai products. They coat the human mate's skin and help the Youkai's youki accept the human aura during the Marking. If you were human, that would be enough."

"What do you mean `if I were human'?! Of course I'm human!" Kagome eyes flashed with real concern bordering on anger at this new insinuation. Her mind was already on overload from the entire situation.

Yash pulled her into a hug, stroking her back and shoulders to soothe her. "Yes, you are human, but you're more than that. You're a Miko, a very strong Miko." He pushed her back, holding her tightly by the arms and looking directly at her when he spoke. He held her attention like a vise. "You're a very strong Miko with a very strong Miko aura. If your Miko aura clashes with my youki, they could reject the Marking, or worse yet, ignite."

"Ignite?" Kagome repeated in a very weak and small voice, the magnitude of the danger dawning on her.

"My youki will insist on submission, Kagome. Only my hanyou and human forms recognize your right to your own life, your own choices. The Marking is Youkai. You must be my Inu Youkai's submissive, willing mate."

His unspoken question hung between them like the worst LA smog. Could she accept his Youkai half? Could she become his submissive mate, at least for the Marking?

Kagome watched as the silence eroded the strength of his hold on her arms, the strength of his eyes holding hers. Her indecision was damaging his confidence in her, his belief in her ability to join him in this with her whole heart and soul. She took a deep breath to calm her rising panic and whispered.

"Whatever it takes, Yash."

The relief he felt was easy to see in his golden eyes. They both might be concerned about what was to come, but their love and trust would see them through. His response was a searing kiss. He took possession of her mouth as he clasped her to him, and they both took comfort in the sudden consuming closeness.

Once more, Yash held her apart from him briefly, again he admired the beauty of his mate in her ornate clothing, then his eyes sparked with desire and he whispered softly in her ear as he slowly slipped the red silk coat from her shoulders. "Do only as I ask, speak only when I permit it. Love me, Kagome. Become mine, now and forever."

He permitted no response as he once more took her lips with his own. Kagome's internal struggle was ended, at least for now. She let the gentle passion of their embrace envelop her, comforting her in it's familiarity and warmth. She felt the love and care she always felt from Yash when he held and touched her. His need spoke to hers and she sighed her surrender into his twitching ear as his mouth moved lower to claim the smooth skin of her arching neck.

His hands were busy and the outermost white silken cord was easily removed and discarded. With practiced ease he regretfully loosened the elaborate knot of the crested obi, catching it before it joined the red coat on the floor. His name on her had sparked a primal response in him, one he was unwilling to relinquish just yet. Sliding the obi loops around his arm and out of the way, his practiced hands continued their progress in undressing his yielding mate.

Without the obi to bind it, the white kimono fell open as he led her towards the foot of the bed. It revealed the sheer silk of her delicate under kimono. He slid his mother's gift to his mate carefully from her shoulders, placing it off to the side on a chair. The under kimono was untied and on the chair with it in mere moments. Again Yash paused to admire the unique and delicate beauty of his chosen mate. She wore only the camisole and wrapped slip, yet her hair was still upswept and adorned. It occurred to him that her upswept hair dress could be helpful in the forthcoming process. His eyes flashed when she raised her hands to remove the combs and loosen her hair, one clawed hand snaked out to grasp her delicate wrists and issue a warning reminder, "Do only as I ask."

Kagome was frozen in place, muscles taunt in surprise, with her arms in the air and her wrists captured by his hand. Her eyes darted to meet Yash's demanding tone and command. She immediately yielded by relaxing into his firm hold, her wrists and hands went limp and her body swayed towards his. Her eyes shimmered with threatened tears that she fought back to show him the love there. Her actions had been innocent, but she understood now that all action, no matter how small, was his to take. She was receptive and willing and wanted to reassure his youki sensibilities of her sincerity.

The tension drained out of Yash immediately with her warm and inviting response. He could feel his youki rising to the surface, and fought it down. It was much too early and there were many preparations to be completed before he could fully claim and Mark her. That brought a sudden predatory smile to his face, one he hid quickly behind his thick silver hair. The preparations would be most enjoyable. He felt his confidence in his ability to Mark her without incident return. Her yielding surrender to his command was a good sign of an easy and very enjoyable success. There was nothing in the Youkai tradition that could compare with the Marking of one's mate for intensity of feeling and sexual satisfaction. Hidden by the curtain of his hair, he licked his lips in anticipation.

With a slight shake of his head, he left the pleasant reverie of anticipation of the act for the act itself. It was time to begin. Carefully, he removed the last of Kagome's clothing, untying the lower wrapping to let it fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. It wouldn't do to disrupt her hair. He placed one finger at the top of her small camisole, slicing the thin silk fabric in two with one claw. He hooked one claw over the silk lace trim at the top and moved his finger down sensuously between her breasts. Her eyes slowly closed under the barest touch of his claw against her skin and her nipples formed tight peaks as the fabric fell away from them. One flick of a claw under the slender silk straps and the camisole fluttered to the floor.

He gently stroked her shoulders, urging her to sit at the foot of the bed, kneeling next to her to remove her tabi. It was not the first time Yash had stripped her yet stayed fully clothed himself, keeping her from the skin on skin touch she longed to feel. Yet this time was more sensuous, his eyes were more luminous with desire and her own need seemed more urgent. She began to reach out to touch him, but caught herself and retracted the action immediately. This time her eyes shimmered at him with lust, calling directly to his own feelings.

He stroked her cheek and then drew her up from the bed as he spoke to her. "Since you are allergic to my Asshole brother's Youkai soap, we'll just have to do this the old- fashioned way. I was going to do it this way anyhow, since it should help your Miko aura be more receptive. Sometimes the old ways are the best. Relax my mate, you will enjoy this preparation for the Marking."

He went to the side of the bed, throwing off the covers. He spread her crested obi across the sheet. Then he moved back to where she stood and picked her up in his arms. Her eyes went wide, but he just smirked as he deposited her abruptly on the bed, flipping her unceremoniously on her stomach. She was about to protest when she felt him crawl over her and begin lapping at the most sensitive area of the nape of her neck with his tongue. The nerve endings were quick to send shocks of shivering response throughout her body. The strokes of his tongue were wet, warm and very sexual. She sighed her acquiescence and leaned seductively into his touch. Yash was so delighted he chuckled in response, his hot breath in her ear sending more shivers through her as he purred his pleasure at her response. "You're mine, Kagome. I'm going to claim every part of you. Relax and enjoy it." While he was there, he licked at the outer shell of her ear, working his way into the interior crevices before lapping at the small opening. He carefully covered the outer skin of her ear and the tender skin beneath before he stopped to look at her face.

Her eyes were closed and a soft smile touched her lips. He began again to brush against the tender skin of her neck with his moist warm tongue. As soon as his sensuous touch left her skin, she felt deprived in the absence. The warmth cooled and the evaporation made her shiver again. Yash covered her neck with smooth long strokes of his warm rough tongue, touching every part of her skin, his saliva coating her skin completely in the leisurely process.

He stopped briefly after he finished caressing her neck, and removed his own outer clothing. The haori, hakama, kimono and tabi hit the floor in quick succession. He was down to his under kimono when he heard her soft giggles behind him. Glancing back, he saw the love and desire he yearned for shining in her eyes as she watched him yank off his clothes with great haste. Her giggles subsided when his half-closed leering eyes roamed over her arching back and nude body. She made a slight move to reach out for him with her closest hand, but he was back over her in a heartbeat, distracting her loving motion with one of his own as he resumed his languid lapping at the very tips of her shoulders.

Her eyes closed again at his touch, her laughing smile fading into a soft smile of pleasure. She again relaxed into him, falling deeper into the soft comfort of the bed, leaning slightly towards him in anticipation of his next lap at her tender skin. Kagome relaxed into a sensual stupor as Yash proceeded to work his way down her entire body. Her arms and her elbows were bathed with care. The nerve endings of the skin near her spine became inflamed with desire as he gently lapped and stroked his talented tongue over the length of her back.

She giggled when he tickled her sides with his lips before torturing her into more laughter with his playful tongue. Even then, the touch was filled with the sexual tension of the Marking and her giggles did nothing but increase her need. By the time he reached her waist, she was mad for him and he knew it. His chuckles deepened as he continued the sweet torture with his tongue, reminding her that her buttocks were a very erotic zone. By the time he knelt to flick his merciless lapping at the undersides of her bottom, she was panting with desire, her eyes fired by it, her face seeking his at every pause. It was only by sheer force of will that she kept her voice still and her body relaxed and quiet. She had not thought of submission in these terms. She had expected it to go against her will in anger. Now it felt more like the suppression of her own need as her mate continued to claim every inch of skin on her legs with his touch.

They both discovered a new sensitivity behind her knees and by the time Yash reached the soles of her feet, she was beyond the usual response to his tickling touch. Every stroke of his tongue on her was arousing. She basked in the warmth and felt enveloped by the sexual haze of his touch. When he reached her instep, she cried out with need. His deep rumbling growl reached her ears just as he punished her outcry with long wet smooth torturing strokes of his tongue along her instep. Again and again he bathed the most tender area of her foot. First one and then the other, until she was weak with desire and pressing her pelvis deeper into the soft mattress beneath her, biting back her moans until they were rumbling growls in the back of her throat. They were nearly as irresistible as her scent, calling out to Yash's Youkai blood and instincts.

Yash worked hard to fight down the desire to take her there and then, knowing the danger was still too great. He stood up and removed his under-kimono, the last piece of clothing between them. He moved to the side of the bed, admiring his growling mate, feasting his golden eyes on her form and noticing for the first time that she was clutching the obi beneath her tightly in her fists. He stood next to her, a satisfied growling laugh escaping him as he reached out to flip her over on her back.

Kagome eyes flew wide open; her hands were pulled away from the obi by the sudden movement. Then she sank willingly back into the soft bed, her hands again tightly grasping the obi beneath her to stop them from reaching out to her mate unbidden. Yash was watching her with eyes filled with passion and love. Their golden depths flamed with sparks of red flashes making him both more dangerous and desirable. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He was so beautiful as he stood above her, devouring her with his eyes, his clawed hands clenching and unclenching in an automatic response to his primal urge to touch her. His slender muscled body was sleek with a sheen of fine sweat, more from anticipation than exertion.

She wanted to pull him down on her. She wanted to run her hands through his silver hair and drag his lips to hers. She wanted him very badly. As her breath came in pants, she tore her eyes from his face and body and forced herself to take deep breaths, to relax, to be silent and receptive to his touch.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long for his touch. Even though she expected his tongue torture to resume, she hadn't anticipated how he would begin. Her eyes flew open again, her face flushed and her heartbeat increased as Yash took each of her toes into his mouth and sucked on them, swirling his tongue around each one to carefully coat it. He watched her face as he treated each digit to the same care while she bit her bottom lip to keep quiet and the moaning noises in the back of her throat resumed.

With long, slow, and languid stokes he worked his way up to her knees, then carefully treated the outer sides and tops of her thighs to his attention, stopping at her hipbones. Her thigh muscles tensed involuntarily as he lapped at the tops of her thighs. She was desperate for his attention in the adjoining areas and her anxiety was increasing.

He stunned her by lapping along her stomach muscles and her belly button, tickling her with the tips of his hair as he nuzzled her abdomen between licks. At her audible gasp, he gave her one of his trademark smirks and said, "Disappointed?"

She was about to smack him, releasing the crumpled obi in her right hand and aiming towards him. He laughed deep in his throat as he caught her hand and trapped the other one under his leg as he moved up to kiss her long and hard. Kagome was easily distracted by this time, forgetting about her irritation as she returned his kiss with all the passion she'd been trying to keep at bay. Yash kissed her thoroughly, drawn in by her passionate response until he reluctantly raised his head. "Trying to distract me? No chance." He laid a finger on her lips when she attempted to respond. "Silence, mate."

Taking her head in his hands, he proceeded to lavish his washing attentions on her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose and her chin. Dropping to her neck, he nibbled, licked and sampled his way down to the hollow of her throat, making her shiver and tremble as she leaned towards him to ease his path. He stopped momentarily and reached up to turn her head. She closed her eyes as she heard him whisper in her ear, "Almost forgot this side. That would never do, it's too tasty to overlook." She was squirming under him as he lapped and licked at her outer and inner ear, tickling her with his hot breath and kissing her in between her giggles.

Getting back to the matter at hand, he stroked and sucked at her collarbones, finding places that made her gasp and sigh through her clenched teeth. The noises in her throat became progressively more seductive to his sensitive ears as he ran his wet tongue and lips down the insides of her elbows. He took more time than she anticipated with her hands, sucking each finger until she was coming up off the bed in response to the suction. Her ran his tongue around and over each knuckle and each nail, moving finally to trace her lifelines on her palms with great care.

Finally, he spoke to her. He was kneeling over her, holding her hands tenderly in his own, and tracing the finely etched lines lightly with his claws. It was a loving action, bolstered by the heated glow in his deep golden eyes. "These lines speak of your human life, Kagome. A human life that will be greatly extended by the Marking."

He held her hands to his heart as he held her startled eyes with his own. "Finally, we are mated, after lifetimes of misery and missed opportunities." When he saw her questioning look, he just shook his head in response. "Later, bitch. After the Marking."

Kagome might have spoken out then, had Yash not chosen her breasts as her next body part in need of his lavish attention. He ran delicate circles of light touches with his tongue around the edges of her breasts, using a figure eight pattern to maximize her urgency as he approached her nipples. After only one pattern, she was lost in a haze of sexual need, arching her back in an effort to hurry her mate in his progress. Instead, he slowed and took his time in coating each centimeter, each pore of her skin. He held her still with his hands, stroking her sides gently to keep her from squirming out of his grasp. When her movements became too pronounced, he placed his palms under her breasts, cupping each one with a hand, offering the nipples up like sacrificial lambs. The confining pressure stilled her active movements, but increased her anticipation and her heartbeat was racing.

When he could feel her heart pounding, he gave in and took each one in turn deeply within his mouth. She clamped down on her lower lip again, choking her urgent gasps down into the back of her throat. He flicked his ears toward the sound, hungry for her response. The more she tried to be silent, the more the passion-laced noises deep in her throat sounded like growls and muted whines to her busy mate. If she was losing her way in her passionate haze, he was closer to losing his hold on his demon instincts. He felt a pressure to move on to the meat of the Marking at a cellular level.

Quickly, he finished anointing her torso with his lapping attention. He felt her stomach muscles tense as he moved lower on her body, returning to her thighs. He ran his claws lightly down her body, enjoying her shivering response. He parted her legs and began to kiss and nuzzle her inner thighs, lapping his way from side to side. He raised her knees and held her perfectly still, enjoying her tormented responses. She sounded perilously close to losing it, inviting Yash to increase his pace with even the smallest movements. He could see her clenching her outermost muscles as he approached, urging him forward. He smiled and took several long slow strokes at the line of her sex to completely undo her efforts to remain quiet. The low growl in her throat became a strong coughed moan on the second stroke. By the time he stilled her hip movements, he had decided to put her out of her misery for now.

He held his hands over the tops of her pelvic bones on either side to keep her completely still, parting her labia with his thumbs. When he blew on her, she squealed in response, trying to raise herself to meet his waiting lips. His hold on her tightened and he kept her trapped with his delaying tactics. He reached out with his tongue to flick at her clitoris and her squeal deepened into a longing moan. She was so sensitive to his touch by this time that he knew it would only take the slightest amount of attention to cause an immediate orgasm. Always a man of action, Yash took the direct route and closed his mouth over her clit. He was gratified when she came after only a few well placed nibbles and some carefully timed suction.

What surprised him was his own readiness. Before Kagome had calmed from her orgasm, Yash rose to his knees, positioning Kagome to speed his own satisfaction. He quickly entered her, thrusting forward, pleased to feel her welcoming hug around his length. He began to set a rhythm, pausing only to pull her hands to him once she had recovered enough to notice. One hand he placed on his hip, urging her touch on his buttocks. The other, he placed at the base of his shaft. The feel of her fingers going around him as he moved in and out of her made his actions more urgent and pushed him closer to a quick climax.

Kagome responded to his unspoken requests readily, pulling him to her with one hand as she caressed his backside. The other hand ringed his thick throbbing cock, pulling the slight slackness of his skin taut with light pressure. She wondered at his urgency, but was ever his willing partner. It pleased her to feel him abandoning himself within her, sparking the immediate return of her own ardent response. She was falling under his spell again; his position was rubbing her in exactly the right spot to enflame her passion. "More," was her only thought.

When Yash suddenly stopped and quickly withdrew, her eyes flew open in shock. Never in their frequent sexual encounters had he ever left her wanting. Now she was even more amazed to see his clenched facial features subside gradually as he spilled his semen over her stomach. Her quizzical expression was immediately replaced with one of contented delight. Yash moved to kneel at her right side on the bed. Using his right hand, he dipped his baby finger into the semen and began to caresses her with his very talented fingers. His thumb and forefinger messaging the skin at the front of her hood, lightly flexing over the top of her clitoris, gauging her response. Sometimes she wanted direct stimulation; sometimes the nerve endings were too sensitive to bear it. It was a matter of trial and error, and very pleasant experimentation for Yash. As soon as he determined where she preferred his touch, he gradually worked his two middle fingers inside of her, folding them carefully and applying pressure just where his knuckles met her sensitive walls. It was a favorite spot, especially in combination with other stimuli.

Kagome fell deeply into her own awareness, barely noticing anything outside of her sexual response as her mind and body focused on the pleasure rising within her. She rose to meet his hand, riding his fingers towards the crest of her feelings. When Yash inserted his smallest finger into the last of her orifices to be claimed by his enzymes, the added pressure only increased her pleasure, sending her yelping into her second climax.

As she slowly retreated from the powerful surge of her feelings and the heightened sensitivity of his touch between her legs, she became aware of the fingers of his left hand slowly messaging her scalp in an orderly fashion. Slowly she regained her curiosity, opening her eyes to see him dipping the fingers of both hands into his spilled semen and then carefully messaging it into her scalp at the roots of her hair. He had worked his way to the back of her head while she had been preoccupied by the most pleasant of distractions. Now he turned her head first one way, then the next, to complete this unusual task.

He ignored her questioning eyes as he carefully rubbed the viscous substance over each of her eyebrows with his forefingers. After he messaged the skin underneath her brows, he surveyed his handiwork, making sure he'd done her entire scalp and the skin below her facial hair.

She watched, fascinated, as he turned his attention to her lower body. He dipped his fingers into the remaining splotch of semen and began to caress her mound with them, working his way down to the back of her body. She fought the feelings the caress evoked in order to watch his progress. When he was satisfied that he had covered the skin everywhere she was covered with hair, he rubbed his hands under her arms and then sensuously dragged the tips of his claws down her torso to her stomach. He carefully messaged the remainder of his essence into her lower stomach.

He was caressing her with care and such a look of pure possessiveness on his face that she was sure he was thinking of their baby. Then he flashed her a huge smile of satisfaction and promptly flopped down next to her on the bed.

Wasting no time on explanations, he placed her on her left side, turned away from him, bending her knees and pushing her right leg forward to allow him easy access to her. He positioned himself behind her, entering her easily and quickly, snuggling their bodies close together. He wrapped his left arm underneath her, extending his fingers to take a comfortable hold on her right breast with his hand. His right arm held her close to him as he crooked his elbow so his hand was just the right distance to cup between her legs. He extended his fingers so he could reach any part of her sensitive exterior and gently pressed his palm against the top of her labia, applying the slightest of pressures to her clitoris. She clenched his shaft inside her in an involuntary response to his slight action. She felt like she was inside her own personal Yash cocoon. He had snuggled her up under his chin, but he declined his head enough that he could whisper softly into her ear.

"Listen to my voice, Kagome. It is time for the Marking. Close your eyes and relax. Do the breathing exercises Kaede taught you to center and control your Miko energy. Do not open your eyes, think only of me and how much you love me. Don't move, don't speak, and above all, don't be afraid. Trust me. Trust us."

With these few words, he kissed her ear, nipped lightly on her sensitive ear lobe, and again tucked her head under his chin.

She was captive and captivated. He made no overt moves or actions, quietly holding her as he felt her comply with his request to regulate her breathing and center her focus and power. As soon as he felt her settled and calm in his arms, he brushed the outsides of her breast with his fingertips and she felt the automatic response of her body pulling her nipples into tight peaks. He lightly grasped the tightened peak of her breast, tugging it very briefly. It was as if there was a direct connection between his hand on her breast and her autonomic responses. Her inner thighs tightened to hold his hand between her legs and his hand increased the pressure on her mound, making her clitoris ache for his touch.

Again, the autonomic response had her interior muscles tightening around him. It was so subtle she could feel her clench travel from his base to his tip deep within her and back again. It was a heady thrill for such a small movement, and made her breath come in short pants. Above her head, she heard Yash exhale and then her ears were filled with the sound of something like a low growling moan coming from his throat.

The sounds drew her further into her own sexual response, again eliciting an automatic response of a low growl from the back of her throat, followed by another series of clenching of her interior muscles. It felt as if she was trying to bring his thick cock more fully inside her, the sensitive tip resting on a spot deep within that suddenly ached for his friction against it.

Another tug at her breast repeated the process, drowning her deeper in her own feelings of want, need and desire. Her last intellectual thought about the entire situation was that she was relaxed, focused, barely moving and headed towards an undefined experience that promised only joy and completion.

Yash continued to keep her relaxed and confined, yet fully sensitive and ready. Gently and with great care he led her down their familiar sexual path. The customary frenzy was replaced with a new and surprisingly sensual revelation. They were unhurried. They were totally receptive to the slightest of movements and responses. They were headed towards a moment of pure feeling born of their innermost desires and need.

The slight tugs at her breast continued until she was no longer even fully aware of when they occurred. Her entire body seemed tuned to the anticipation of his touch. The involuntary caresses of her own interior muscles seemed to be replacing the active thrusting or positioning of their usual sexual practices. The added muscle tension that so often heightened her pleasure was not missed. Her feelings were exhilarating without it. The constant pressure of her own legs and Yash's hand and fingers holding her to him was sending her enough passion without it. Every time her muscles flexed against him inside her, she came closer to her release. Her focus remained calm, her power in control while her body was relaxed, and her feelings were spiraling in the luxury of pure sexual passion.

Once again Yash declined his head to whisper in her ear. His voice seemed distant as it wafted through the sensual fog of her passion. His tone was thready; his voice parched and dry as if forced when it found her. "Now, Kagome. Release your power and let it wash over both of us."

She seemed to feel as if a segmented part of her mind, the part that held her power in check was responding on a visceral level. The last wall of her resistance was fading and in response her aura was sparking and expanding, flowing over and around her. She willed it to include him, shifting the clear shimmer to a sparkling light blue in the process.

As her aura expanded, she felt another insistent tug on her breast and the slightest increase of pressure between her legs. It gave her the sexual shivers and she clenched Yash tighter in automatic response. Simultaneously, she felt a wave of power from behind her, coming through her aura to blanket her. For a moment she feared it would suffocate her, then she felt Yash's arms tightening to comfort her and she relaxed.

Yash watched in awe as the two auras washed over them, an almost imperceptible barrier keeping them separate. A line of what appeared to be ignited sparklers lay between them, walling off her pale blue aura from his red tinged one. As he waited for the combination to begin, he noticed the sparks increasing and felt the heat of the activation of the Jewel. His eyes opened wider when there was an implosion of the barrier, bursting the energy between them. He felt it sending both inward and outward waves in response. He didn't have time to decide what it meant before the energy coursing through them brought their predictable and nearly automatic response.

Suddenly, before the energy could pass through them, Kagome grasped the Shikon no Tama that was burning with white-hot power at her throat. The mounting chorus of feeling was urging her forward, calling to her to use her Miko powers to assure the success of the Marking to protect Yash and the baby. She placed the Jewel in her mouth with her left hand as her right arm reached around to pull Yash's head down to her. She kissed him swiftly, opening her mouth to push the Jewel between them with her tongue. They held it together as their auras combined and the energy flowed through and around them. Yash held Kagome as she shuddered in the throes of her Marking orgasm, her exquisite interior massage finally sending him into his own sexual climax.

Waves of power from the Shikon Jewel coursed through their joined bodies, melding their auras, overwhelming the sparking friction of their Youkai and Miko souls to combine them in color and density for a brief moment. A shocking burst of power flashed through them, completing the Marking and sending power waves externally far beyond them. It was a blinding communication to other Youkai and magical or mystical sensitives of the union of two very powerful souls.

The waves of power flowed inward, too. Allowing the auras to combine or separate at will. When combined, the auras displayed a myriad of colors and power, sending the couple into deeper ecstasy. When the auras finally separated, they curled and twisted around each other, mimicking the actions of their corporeal representations, with only the barest of barriers between them, like the skins of their owners.

Sated and physically exhausted, Kagome removed the Shikon Jewel from their mouths, but returned her lips to Yash's in irresistible submission and passion. She felt him. She felt their combined and separate auras. Yash couldn't tell how far beyond the room the energy might have extended. He only knew that the power had called to his Youkai blood in a very elementary way, extending his orgasm, heightening his pleasure, and fulfilling his every expectation of the Marking.

Their breathing calmed together, as they held each other in the aftermath of a climax of bodies, feelings and magical power. Slowly, they felt their auras settle around them, separate again but curling around each other protectively. Their happiness and joy was complete.

They were unprepared for the sudden rush of power they felt coming towards them as the heat of their passions cooled. They were pulled from the euphoria of the moment by a sudden backdraft of their aura's shockwaves. A tsunami of feelings washed over them, sending them reeling in the aftermath. Still, there was something more in the depths of the wave, something as primal and urgent as their own feelings. It surged in a way similar to the way their combined power had felt, but the backwash had intermixed with the power of their auras, slightly altering the entire configuration of the shockwave. As the wave came ashore in their joined beings, their own auras modulated just slightly to accept and absorb the power surge. As it washed over them, they felt the clear presence of another, an answering to the call of their combination. It was familiar, yet strange and completely unexpected.

Yash grimaced, feeling an unaccustomed emotion. "The Asshole?"

Kagome's whisper was barely audible. "The Artist and Rin."

Meanwhile, at the Minneapolis Hilton, a similarly situated couple was recovering from the initial blast of the wave through their own crest of feeling. As the tidal wave of feelings and auras surged through them, it was accepted and absorbed through their own, slightly modulated by their presence, and splashed back to the originators.

Sesshoumaru raised a very curious eyebrow. "The hanyou?"

Rin smiled and sighed, "Inu Yasha!"