InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ LOVE POISON ❯ A Hanyou's Sweet Dream: Bittersweet Feelings ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: Don't sue, don't own. Except in my dreams, where I'm Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's owner, but I'm sure no one wants to know about what my perverted mind does to these yummy brothers...Other than that, Inuyasha-tachi belong to the wonderfully talented Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Hi! This is my first fic...actually the first time I ever *posted* a fic, so please be kind! No, this is NOT an Inu/Kikyou fic, and I promise a happy ending...gonna get angsty and a bit dark later. This chapter might contain some spoilers, since Inuyasha is doing a lot of pondering on past events. Please review! I need to know what I'm doing wrong...after all this is for you! Like it? Hate it? Let me know! I'll update sooner if you review! Onegai!

 

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CHAPTER 1: A HANYOU'S SWEET DREAM, BITTERSWEET FEELINGS

 

 

Dream land.

 

They were at his tree. Behind the young inu-hanyou's eyelids, the world melted away in midnight heat and a sky full of stars, like billions of blinking Shikon jewels; just as beautiful and powerful they seemed, watching silently over him and the human girl standing by the sacred tree. The moon was full and shone like a watchful silver eye, bathing the seventeen-year-old girl in an ethereal light.

 

She was beyond beautiful.

 

But this was his dream, and in this dream night, the young woman that was his companion on his journey was wearing nothing but an inviting smile, her long black hair gently flowing behind her, the night breeze lifting it up from her bare, rounded shoulders and framing her lovely heart shaped face. The depths of her chocolate brown eyes were infinite and warm, calling him home.

 

Kagome Higurashi was her name. She lived on the other side of the Bone Eater's well, five hundred years in the future. The well that had brought her to Sengoku Jidai, the well that connected his world with hers.

 

Inuyasha, the silvery white haired, golden eyed inu-hanyou who was dreaming of her on this night, like many other nights, loved her more than words could ever say.

 

Oh, the hanyou had known he wanted her before love hit him, and boy did it hit him hard. The night the change took place he had been human, that moonless night of weakness he had realized that he didn't just want her, that in fact he had fallen in love with this passionate, hard headed and spirited girl. At first he had thought it was just his human weakness that had awakened this feeling...he knew better now...

 

This little miko who was the reincarnation of the powerful priestess who had once been his beloved, fifty years ago.

 

The priestess Kikyou, protector of the Shikon no tama, she who had sealed him in this very same tree with a sacred arrow, breaking his heart and destroying his trust in the world. Fifty years he had slumbered a dreamless sleep, unfeeling, heartbroken, his spirit shattered.

 

The world had changed around him. Things had died, things had been born.

 

Until the fifteen year old miko came into his world, changing it and changing him forever. Almost two years had passed since then.

 

How Inuyasha had ever come to mistake her for Kikyou then was beyond him now. This petite, sweet girl who had saved him from himself countless times, this young human he had sworn to protect, like he had once sworn to protect Kikyou, was nothing like Kikyou at all.

 

She had a strenght that went beyond miko powers, a strenght that came from her heart and soul, a force that could be unleashed at the most unexpected of times, a desperate need to protect those she cared about with the fierceness of a mother.

 

Kagome was more alive than the powerful priestess had ever been. She was like a ray of sunshine, she made the world seem a beautiful, warm place to live in. Her radiant smile could melt his heart, her tears he feared more than a thousand blood thirsty youkai. Her scent drove him wild with desire.

 

That had never happened with Kikyou. He suppossed it was because when he had met her and fallen in love with her, Inuyasha had been too young for a half demon, in spite of the fact that his body was that of a seventeen-year-old boy.

 

Youkai's sexual needs awakened around the human age of fifty. Inuyasha had been asleep all that time. Experience hadn't reached him or changed him in any way, but Kagome had.

 

He actually liked who he was when she was around, because Kagome liked who he was. She didn't think he was a filthy half breed, didn't think he had to become human to be worthy of her...the problem was, Inuyasha himself didn't think he was worthy of Kagome. He tried to be, oh so hard, but in his eyes, he knew he would never be worthy of such a pure being, as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside.

 

This went beyond physical attraction, and it confused the hell out of him; even when he'd thought he had gotten used to his feelings by now and had them under control, something happened that made him doubt his emotions all over again and start from scratch. He couldn't figure Kagome out, try as he might.

 

Control became an issue, and his only defense against confusion and weakness, as he saw it, was to attack. Unfortunately, the one he so often attacked was the one he wanted to protect from pain in the first place.

 

He'd hurt his Kagome so many times...why did she love him, then? This point at least was painfully clear in his mind, from the day she had decided to return to him after he had made the choice to remain with Kikyou, more out of guilt than anything else...because Hell was indeed what he thought he deserved, and the only thought in his mind at that moment had been to set Kikyou's soul free, even if it meant sacrificing his own.

 

Destroy Naraku first, the demon who had made them hate each other and killed Kikyou, making her believe she had died by Inuyasha's own hands. How could she have thought that he would do that to her? He had promised, promised! But hadn't Inuyasha believed she had betrayed him as well?

 

Trust. He hadn't even known the meaning of the word until Kagome came into his world.

 

But people did strange things for love. And he did love Kikyou.

 

All this was too much for Inuyasha to take, or to even begin to grasp. The attraction and love he felt for the miko from the future, versus the nostalgy and memory of the love he felt for the miko who had held his heart in her hands when he was too young to comprehend anything about love or trust.

 

Before Kikyou, all he had known was self hatred, all he had known was that he had to stay alive, running, always running, hiding from youkai and humans alike, always despised, never belonging. He had thought his fate had been sealed with the death of his human mother, his mother who had shown him trust and love was possible; her death that had proved to him all this was an utopy. Intended for humans, perhaps, or even full youkai, but never for a hanyou.

 

Kikyou had wanted him to become human for her, to use the Shikon jewel for that purpose, therefore purifying it and freeing her of her priestess life; freeing him of his pain and shame for being a filthy hanyou. And because Inuyasha had seen it in her eyes, seen it in her heart, that she, a pure and almighty priestess, could never be with a half-breed like himself, he had agreed. Because she'd wanted it to be so. He had honestly longed to share his life with her as a human, therefore pleasing her, he had wanted to grow old, love and be loved and learn to be a simple human with her, because she was human and she would grow old, like humans tended to do, and he was going to grow old and die with her, believing he could have a brief, but happy life.

 

He had never thought of mating with her, he simply loved her, looking at her, being close to her, feeling her aura and smelling her sweet scent, thinking of it only as comforting. Her scent, soothing as it might have been, had never awakened desire in him, he had never searched for this unknown feeling, not even when she went in heat.

 

Mostly, Kikyou reminded him of himself, locked in her own world, hating it and longing to be free of this loneliness, just like he longed to be freed of it. She had been the only person besides his mother who had treated him like he was worth something...even if she had clearly shown, without words, that the only way for him to be worthy, for Inuyasha to be part of her world...was to become human for her, to sacrifice his nature for the love of her.

 

As a hanyou, Inuyasha knew she just felt sorry for him, that she longed to purify his heart and make him a better person. He accepted this, because he had never thought that anyone could ever love him as he truly was. How could that be possible, when he couldn't even do that himself? So he understood. He was willing. He simply loved her and wanted to be the one to make her happy.

 

That afternoon, fifty years ago when Kikyou had kissed him, or rather pressed her warm lips to his in a chaste, tender gesture, she had taken him by surprise. Inuyasha had then thought of how nice she felt, how soft her lips were and how warm her body was against his as he returned her embrace, but he'd had no impure thoughts on the matter.

 

Inuyasha had known then that she was different from him; known Kikyou longed for more, because he could smell her heat coming to him in waves, even though she wasn't actually in heat at the time...but he hadn't understood this back then. Her scent had become musky and intoxicating, beckoning to him, but for the life of him he didn't know why or how he could answer her calling.

 

That very same night, she had shattered his heart, and she had died, taking the jewel with her to the other world. The jewel that would bind them together had destroyed everything he had to live for. Trust, love, a home.

 

Now the Kikyou who had longed for him and loved him was a walking corpse, a body made of clay and bones, the shadow of the woman she had once been, cold and full of hatred, a restless, bitter soul who despised him and only wanted to drag him into Hell with her.

 

Well, Inuyasha felt he owed her that. Her death had been his fault and his alone. He had sworn to protect her. He had failed, he had been a fool. He had been so young. He had been too lonely.

 

Inuyasha hated, absolutely hated being human, but for Kikyou, he would change, he would learn to live with it. A part of him knew this would finally free him...human weakness wouldn't allow him to protect her properly, but together, they could have a future, a life. Perhaps they could even be...equal. The people of her village would accept him, approve of them being together. So, human he would become.

 

Kikyou had died thinking he had betrayed her, Kikyou lived now only to feed off the souls of dead women and to get her revenge on the demon who had destroyed them both. And eventually, to take Inuyasha to Hell with her.

 

Inuyasha knew that in spite of his guilt and the love that he felt for her memory, neither of them had trusted enough in the other.

 

No trust.

Without trust, there is no love. This he learned the hard way.

 

And he would go to Hell, damn it, if it meant he could earn her trust and give her peace. In Hell, perhaps, she could love him again...perhaps he could love her again. Was it possible to love in Hell? Inuyasha didn't know. All he knew was that he'd promised. Promised.

 

And since he had failed to protect her, since she had died for him, all he could do was die for her, die with her. That was one promise he had to keep, even if he knew deep inside that it was wrong, it felt wrong, it reeked of wrongness.

 

The Kikyou he had loved was no more. She stank of dirt and decay, and the second kiss they had shared had been unexpected, and Inuyasha had not returned it. He had endured the smell of death, because Kikyou's aura was still her own, and this clay doll looked like Kikyou...even if she felt colder and harder than she had when she was alive. She had to be his Kikyou. Had to be.

 

Unfortunately, Kagome had witnessed the kiss, and he had hurt her more than he would ever know. She ignored that Inuyasha had been too shocked to respond or to move away in time, and this resurrected Kikyou had been more bold then, had tried to part his lips with her tongue, but her lips felt so cold against his and so unlike the lips he had kissed fifty years ago...her body had been so stiff and felt so...so wrong...that he had parted from her, trying to hide his embarrassment and the fact that she awakened no feelings in him whatsoever, other than guilt and nostalgy for the young Inuyasha who had loved her and the generous priestess who had secretly wanted him in the past. Then...all went blank...and Hell broke loose, literally.

 

Until he had heard Kagome.

Inuyasha refused to believe his Kikyou had tried to trick him. But Kagome had saved him. Kikyou had seen him running back to Kagome, Kikyou had been hurt too. He'd hurt them both.

 

Wrong, wrong, wrong...everything about this Kikyou felt wrong.

But oh the guilt was overwhelming. That was when he decided his happiness was not important. He didn't deserve it, didn't deserve love because everything he loved died. His mother...Kikyou. If his love would destroy his Kagome, then she must never know how he felt. How much he loved her, longed for her, died inside every time she went back to her world, every time he couldn't reach out and touch her, feel her presence and smell her unique scent, hear her voice, feel her warm breath tickling his dog-like ears every time he carried her on his back, her long shapely legs around his hips...crazy, she drove him crazy and the worst part was, she didn't have a clue.

 

Kagome thought he wanted Kikyou.

 

Damn it, he loved Kikyou. He tried to convince himself of this every day, to make his soul stronger and deal with the fact that he had to follow her to Hell. But damn it, he loved Kagome too. Loved her so much it hurt. So much her pain was his pain, pain like he had never felt before. He much rather have his half brother's poison claws tear his stomach apart than feel the pain in Kagome's beautiful eyes. Physical pain was nothing compared to the pain Kagome's tears made him feel, his heart breaking into a million pieces every time he verbally abused her, every time the salty smell reached his sensitive nose, everytime she glared at him, or worse...refused to look at him, tried to hide the obvious pain he inflicted on her.

 

I love you as a hanyou, Inuyasha.

Kagome had said these words to him. She had shaken him with this statement more than he would ever admit. She didn't want him to be human, she didn't want him to be an all powerful demon either. Kagome didn't think he was a freak, she wasn't disgusted by him.

 

Humans never accepted him, they feared him; demons thought him inferior on account of his impure blood.

Inuyasha belonged nowhere. But now he belonged with Kagome. He conviced himself every day that the happiness she made him feel just by being there, just by smiling at him, was something he could not allow himself to feel.

 

Kagome had wept for him. The night he had been human, the night he had known he not only lusted after her but loved her, the night Kagome thought he was going to die. She had been the second person to cry for him. His mother had been the first.

 

As he'd felt his life slipping away, the poison running through his then completely human blood, Inuyasha had slept with his head on Kagome's lap, and he had known, positively known without a shadow of a doubt that he loved her.

He remembered thinking then that if he died, he would never be able to smell Kagome's fragance again, and that thought had been too much for him to bear.

 

His last wish had been to at least be able to sense her as much as he could in this pathetic human form...he had swallowed his pride and softly asked if he could borrow her lap. Close, so close to him...her scent not strong enough for his human senses to pick up, but her aura, the feeling of her...that had been overwhelming, such sweet pain, to be this close to her...and as he'd felt himself dying, no thoughts of the Shikon shards, or of his lost Kikyou, had crossed Inuyasha's mind then.

He'd just wanted to lie there forever, his head on Kagome's lap.

 

He denied it to himself and would have denied it to anyone who dared question him, but his heart had ever since become hers.

 

Many things they went through together, trust had grown along with his love and lust for her, and she had chosen to remain with him in spite of his reluctant yet necessary choice to protect and follow Kikyou wherever she wanted him to go.

 

Trust. He trusted Kagome. Kagome trusted him.

Love. Inuyasha had known then he loved her. But it took him some time to realize Kagome loved him back. He couldn't allow that. Not Kagome, he wouldn't taint Kagome with his love, a love that only destroyed everything he touched.

 

I can't be without you. I will follow you, even if it means following behind you and Kikyou. I can't break the bond between you, I know that too well. Your lives are linked, and I can never do what she did, or compare to her. I'm not Kikyou, Inuyasha. But I want to be with you. I want to be with you always.

 

Of course she was not Kikyou. She was Kagome.

Ka. Go. Me.

Damn right, and he wouldn't want it any other way. But how to say this? How to voice something Inuyasha couldn't explain without giving his feelings away?

 

Inuyasha had wanted to tell her then, scream at her, You've got it all wrong! I love you, Kagome, you're the one I want! I chose to remain with Kikyou because it's the right thing to do, and even if my soul remains in Hell, I will be content if Kikyou can find peace. And because, Kagome, you taught me to do what's right. You taught me so much...and unfortunately for you and me, this you taught me as well.

 

But he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, and she had smiled a sad and impossibly beautiful smile and had taken his hand in hers, and he had smiled back and accepted this without a word.

Such little hands she had, compared to his...making him feel more unworthy, more of a monster. Yet her grip had been firm and warm and unspoken words had passed between them. Did she realize this? Did she feel his love?

She couldn't have, he'd tried so hard to hide it. Sometimes he gave it away unwillingly, when he looked at her and thought she wasn't watching...when he held her protectively in his arms.

 

Trust, love. His heart and soul, hers. His life, hers. His death...Kikyou's.

 

Inuyasha didn't know that every time he gave his feelings away, unspoken, Kagome thought he was not looking at her, but seeing Kikyou in her.

And the fact that he could smell her fear and feel her sadness like it was his own when he tried unconsciously to let her know how he felt only made him realize that he could never have her.

 

Every night, as he lay awake watching her, his eyes wandered to her lips and he longed to kiss her, really kiss her...but Kagome had been the one to actually kiss him when he had least expected it, her kiss had saved him.

 

Her love for him was overwhelming and it scared him sometimes. And oh, how different Kagome's kiss had been! Kagome who had clung to him as his human soul was being stolen and he was losing it, losing his mind and his heart...Kagome had stood on tiptoe to press her lips to his, like Kikyou had once done when she was alive. The soft, silky pressure of her mouth had saved him.

 

She had been so brave...and she had been crying for him, and afterwards Inuyasha had wanted to tell her just that, how much he owed her and how much she had done for him, not just then but through all the time they had spent together...but instead he had called her careless and stupid and had held her as close to him as he possibly could, burying his face in her neck and choking on his own weakness, hoping she would get his unspoken words through his embrace, as he cradled her head lovingly in his hands, drowning in the sweet scent of her, wanting more, so much more...

 

He'd wanted to kiss her back, really kiss her, to push his tongue between her lips and drink from her sweet mouth, to pull at those full, soft lips with his own until they were sore, but the situation was desperate and he had just embraced her against him, her small body pressed to his, as his lips caressed hers chastely, shyly.

 

Inuyasha was beyond fifty years of human age, a hanyou who had never mated and whose sexual urges had began in a shocking way the day he had first seen Kagome bathe in a lake, still not knowing what to think of this strange human girl from the future, his mind struggling between hating her for resembling the woman he had then thought had betrayed him, and his heart telling him she wasn't Kikyou, wasn't anything like her.

 

Sure, she looked like Kikyou, but even though he knew this...back then, he wouldn't call her by her name. It hurt, just to look at her.

Yet there was something about Kagome...something different that screamed to be seen and that he had had yet to discover.

 

It wouldn't take him long, really. The first time he had called her by her name, that was all it took for him to know that it didn't matter that she was Kikyou's reincarnation... she was Kagome.

Brave, stubborn, infuriating as hell, but someone else entirely. Someone he knew he cared about. Someone he knew then he could grow to love.

And that had scared the hell out of him, the power she could have over him if he let his guard down. He'd fought it, he'd really tried, but he'd known the battle had been lost before it had begun, Inuyasha was falling in love with her and there was no stopping it.

He pushed her back, called her names, verbally abused her, and still she came back to him. Kagome always came back. And she always smiled.

And when she was gone...by the Gods, how he missed her scent, it felt as if he was missing a limb.

Kami, she smelled nice. More than nice, really. And she didn't smell like Kikyou. Their auras were similar, but their scents were different.

 

Waking up after a dreamless, fifty year slumber, thinking not a day had gone by since he had been pinned to a tree, and suddenly seeing Kagome, the smell of fear mingling with her scent, and the fact that she so painfully resembled Kikyou...well, he had been confused.

All he had smelled then had been her panic and he had sensed her aura, and that was definetely similar to Kikyou's...it was only natural for him to believe that the miko he didn't know then was long dead had gone stark raving mad and decided to change her hairstyle and wear strange clothes that didn't leave much to the imagination...

 

One day, without Inuyasha even realizing it, he had simply stopped seeing her as Kikyou, and from then on, she was just Kagome.

She was careless but she was strong. She wanted to take care of him. At first he wouldn't let her tend to his wounds, but, again, he didn't know exactly when or why, he had just let her, and it had ever since become a custom, and one Inuyasha secretly enjoyed immensely. She was, simply, Kagome, and he had never since then thought of her as Kikyou.

 

Pity she never knew this. Pity she never knew it had happened before Kikyou had been resurrected by Urasue.

 

Kagome.

Her scent. Her body...that morning, when his sexual needs had been awakened, Inuyasha had seen Kagome naked for the first but not the last time, her creamy white skin seemingly glowing under the sun, the drops of water sliding down her delicate body, her nipples hard because of the ice cold water. He'd completely forgotten the real reason for him being there at the time was to steal the shards.

 

The sight of this beautiful being had clouded his senses and he had just stared at her, frozen, feeling this new sensation take over his body, feeling the desperate, sudden urge to leap down from the cliff he was watching Kagome from and lick those glittering drops of water off her flawless skin, to taste her, touch her...Inuyasha had felt the hardness between his legs and the unbearable aching, his manhood pulsating and growing, and the hanyou had had no clue as to what was happening to his body or why he needed to...wanted to...had to...do what?

 

That was when she had spotted him and said the "S" word. The curse that had been placed to hold him down on the rosary that now hung around his neck. Inuyasha had completely forgotten about that too...

 

After being sat and falling off the cliff, Inuyasha had momentarily put aside that alien, new feeling. But the picture of Kagome, naked and wet and shivering had remained fresh in his mind, vibrant and persistant, haunting him, and from that day on he had gotten used to being painfully hard around her.

 

Inuyasha discovered he could not stand to be around Kagome when she was in heat, though. During that time of the month, he tried to stay away from her, he would vanish for days at times and hide in a cave somewhere, where no one could see him or hear him as he relieved his throbbing painful desire, pulling at his manhood, his eyes closed tight, as the vivid image of Kagome bathing flooded his mind, he moaned and groaned and gasped her name as he touched himself, rubbing his manhood faster and faster, his member impossibly hard and hot in his hand, pulsating with a mind of its own, and he had been scared the first time he had climaxed. Inuyasha had stared at the hot, sticky stuff covering his hand and stomach and still dripping from his manhood, golden eyes wide in shock, the smell of himself overwhelming, and he had slowly lifted his hand to lick the sustance off his fingers and palm, tasting himself.

Inuyasha had taken a cold bath after that and he couldn't stop his body from shivering. He knew it was not because of the water's temperature.

 

No one had ever explained these things to him. Inuyasha learned from his own body; he hated falling asleep because then he would dream of Kagome and would wake up soiled with his own seed. He felt disgusted with himself, but above all, he feared for Kagome.

Inuyasha was afraid of what he could do if he lost control.

 

Kagome, whom he had once heard moaning his name in her own sleep... Inuyasha had watched her movements, hidden under the strange blanket for sleeping outdoors she called a 'sleeping bag', as Kagome's body arched, and the intoxicating scent of her mouth watering arousal reached his nostrils and drove him to near insanity.

 

Kagome had dreams about him too...but she was unaware of his desire for her. She thought he hated her...and for a little while, he had hated her for this, blamed her for these feelings he couldn't control.

 

Wet dreams.

 

Like the one he was having now.

 

He had fallen asleep, had fought drowsiness until it had defeated him.

 

Kagome was asleep nearby, and even in his own slumber, he could smell her and his nose snifled the air unconsciously, breathing her in. Soothing and maddening, her scent was. Couldn't live with it, couldn't live without it...

 

Sango, the demon exterminator, slept with her pet firecat youkai Kirara curled up next to her. Miroku, the monk who carried a curse on his right hand, mumbled in his own sleep, probably something perverted no one really wanted to know about, and the little fox youkai Shippo snored gently, curled up by the fire they had made before turning in for the night at the woods.

 

Dreaming, dreaming...

 

Kagome waiting for him in his dream, waiting beside his tree, the same tree where he had been sealed, the same tree where he had met Kagome.

 

There were no words in this dream.

 

Kagome simply turned around and exposed her behind to him, giving him an inviting glance from over her shoulder. She smiled seductively as she spread her legs, and the sweet, musky aroma emanating from between her legs made Inuyasha dizzy for a moment.

 

He wanted to call her name, but didn't find his voice. Inuyasha swallowed hard and went to her. He had been fully clothed until then, but now he looked down at himself and found he was naked as well, and sporting a huge erection. He blushed in embarrasment, but Kagome merely smiled.

 

Inuyasha approached her slowly, nervously, and the tip of his cock brushed Kagome's thigh and he shivered. Kagome twisted around and kissed him, her eager tongue filling his mouth, darting at his as if it was a living creature trying to communicate.

After what seemed an eternity of kissing and rubbing the tip of his cock against the back of her thigh, Inuyasha broke the kiss and felt Kagome's small hand curling around his hardened member, guiding it slowly towards her wet core.

 

He felt the head of his penis enveloped by her hot wetness and moaned, and very slowly his cock dissapeared inside her. He remained still, savouring the moment, the feeling of Kagome's tight, slick walls around him, and then he began to rock his hips against her, his hands clutching Kagome's hips, banging her from behind. Every time Inuyasha banged her, her inner walls clutched him.

 

Kagome rocked her ass against him, meeting his thrusts, and he let go of her hips to grab her breasts from behind, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, mindful of his claws, feeling them stiffen under his fingers.

 

"Inuyasha...harder, pinch them harder...feels so good..." She panted.

"Mine..." Inuyasha growled, massaging her breasts and rolling them together, this time pinching her nipples harder and circling them with his sharp claws, being rewarded by Kagome's erotic little sounds.

"Mine...Kagome...my bitch..."

 

Kagome's knees were giving way as he felt her come, and he was forced to abandon her soft breasts to support her, his hands clutching her hips tightly as her juices flowed.

 

She was banging her ass frantically now, desperate for more, crying out each time his cock reached her depths.

 

"Harder...Inuyasha, fuck me harder..." She moaned, banging her ass like crazy. He could feel his balls slamming against her, his cock dissapearing inside her with wet noises and then reappearing again, dripping with her juices.

 

Of course he knew this was a dream, Kagome would never act or talk like that...but hell he didn't give a shit. She felt so good, so good...he was losing control, holding back was now impossible. His balls ached and he felt he was going to either melt or burst...

 

"Kagome...I can't...can't...I'm cuming..." He growled, burying his claws on her tender flesh, pumping her faster and faster.

"Cum with me, cum inside me!" She screamed.

 

Inuyasha felt her body shiver but he held onto her firmly as she climaxed again, shouting out his name, flooding him with her hot juices.

Inuyasha growled, thrusting as hard as he could against her one last time, hearing her cry out with pleasure as he unloaded inside her.

 

"So much...so much cum...so hot..." Kagome panted. "Oh Kami..."

His juices mingled with hers and he slid out of her, watching as his cum squirted from her tender, throbbing pink sex and slid down her thighs.

 

She turned around and pressed her breasts to his naked chest, panting, and he licked her parted lips and kissed her, kissed her desperately, over and over again, his tongue alive in her mouth...

 

That was when dreamland melted away regretfully; Inuyasha's body shivered and he came on his pants like a schoolboy.

 

 

TBC

 

 

AN: There will be a brief but Inu/Kikyou scene in this fic, please don't hate me, I really, REALLY hate the dead bitch, this is an INU/KAGOME fic and that scene will have its purpose, I swear...also I'm from Argentina, so forgive my grammar...since this is the first fic I posted, don't flame me, please! Thanks for reading and please review! I'll try to update as soon as I can, I need to know what YOU want to read! I've already written most of it, but I keep changing it all the time, still not completely happy with it...and if you could make suggestions I would be more than grateful (also it wouldn't hurt my ego to tell me that you liked it...) Pretty please?

Until next chapter, sayonara!

Youkai Musashi