InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lover Untamed ❯ Chapter nine ( Chapter 9 )

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

Kagome woke up to the sound of purring.  Or at least that’s what she thought it was.

The next thing she was aware of was the little bundle of warmth curled up against her stomach and with a frown, Kagome’s eye’s fluttered open to stare blearily at lump buried underneath her shirt.  The first thought that entered Kagome’s fuzzy mind was I’m not pregnant… before she finally remembered that Shippou had fallen asleep in her best last night and she hadn’t had the heart to move him.  The tyke must have squished himself there sometime in the middle of the night where it was the warmest, sandwiched between herself and Inuyasha.

The thought of the dog-demon had Kagome flicking her eyes up to glance at the demon in question, who was still peacefully slumbering away, the purring sound that she’d woken up to coming from his chest and a smile flirted with her lips.  For some reason…it felt completely right to be here like this, with Inuyasha’s arm draped over her hips, his legs tangled with hers and Shippou cuddled against her stomach.  She was comfortable and thought about staying there for the next year or so, but a rather pressing need suddenly made itself known in her bladder and Kagome groaned softly.  

With one last wistful glance at her sleeping companions, Kagome sighed and carefully detangled herself from both Inuyasha and Shippou, managing to not wake them up in the process and tiptoed out of the room to go find the bathroom.  It wasn’t hard to find; just right down the hallway from her room.

Bodily functions taken care of, Kagome eyed the shower for a mere one point two seconds before deciding a shower sounded wonderful right then and turning on the water to let it heat up, she stripped down to her bare essentials and climbed on in, sighing blissfully as the hot water hit her skin.  As her usual, her thoughts wandered to the dog-demon sleeping in her bed and she bit her lip, realizing that upon waking up and finding him next to her, Kagome hadn’t felt even an ounce of guilt at sleeping in the bed with another man.  Kouga would be absolutely livid if he ever found out, Kagome thought anxiously.  Her boyfriend had always been jealous of every other male that even looked in her direction; just what would he do if he discovered she was sharing her bed with another man? Definitely nothing good, she surmised, making a face.

God, Kouga.  What must he be going through right now? No doubt he was combing the edges of the earth trying to find her, leaving no stone left unturned and calling everybody they knew.  He was no doubt worried sick, just like her mother must be as well.  At the thought of her mom tears sprung to Kagome’s eyes and she bit her lip. Oh God…would she ever see her again? What about Gramps? Souta? Buyo? Kagome missed her family and hoped they were faring well.  They were probably getting phone calls up the butt about her from the press and local news channels, and Kagome felt horrible for putting them through that.  She hoped her family would be able to forgive her after everything was done and back to normal.  

Soaping up her hands and washing down her body, Kagome sighed and thought about how drastically her life had changed in the last couple of days and even now she was still trying to take it all in. Just a few days ago she was sitting on the couch, watching a movie with Kouga and the next she was on the run with a dangerous demon who’d injured countless people at the festival, kidnapped and precariously close to developing Stockholm syndrome, and evading police and government officials not because she was a criminal, but to keep Inuyasha safe from confinement and harm.  It was quite shocking to Kagome just how protective she was of Inuyasha, but the thought of him in a cage, shackled up just like at the festival had her heart aching and her stomach twisting uncomfortably.  No, she wouldn’t allow that to happen again.  She was determined to help him come back to the civilized and educated being Kagome swore he was before he was captured.

Heaving another sigh, Kagome scrunched up her nose and started on her hair, using the shampoo that no doubt was placed there for her use. She doubted Kaede or Shippou used rose scented shampoo.  Lathering up her hands, Kagome banished thoughts of Kouga and her family out of her mind to be dwelled on another time and closed her eyes, concentrating on the water hitting her body and the scent of roses, the running water drowning out the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Inuyasha’s senses came to him in intervals, the first being the sense of smell; fox was coming from directly under his nose and he cracked a ruby eye open to peer down his body.  What he found made him cock an eyebrow in confusion.  The little kitsune tyke that had slept with them last night had gravitated to his side of the bed to soak up his warmth, curled up into a ball against his stomach and dead to the world.  The hell?  The next thing he noticed is that without his woman in his arms, he was cold and—

Wait. Where was his mate?

Both eyes wide open now, Inuyasha jacked upright in bed, ignoring the sound of protest the kit made as he rolled around and eventually settled in the warm spot Inuyasha had just vacated.  Where was Kagome?  Ears pinned, Inuyasha frantically looked around, finding the room empty.  Biting back a worried whine, the dog-demon lifted his nose and took a few whiffs of the air, closing his eyes. She couldn’t have gone far.  Her scent was still fresh in the air and reaching out a hand to her side of the bed, the sheets were still warm.  So where…?

Ah-ha. Vaguely Inuyasha could hear the sound of running water and he sighed in relief, realizing that his woman must be bathing herself. He also realized that he had to piss like a fuckin’ racehorse.

Grunting, Inuyasha released tongue-curling yawn and stood up, stretching his limbs and bending backward until he heard a satisfying pop.  Bodily shaking himself to get his blood flowing, Inuyasha glanced down one last time at the sleeping fox before escaping out the window to answer nature’s call.

A few minutes later he was back inside and venturing out into the hallway, pausing to sniff out his mate’s whereabouts.  The scent of meat and something else he couldn’t identify was coming from the right, and he could hear that old woman humming to herself.  To the left the sound of water became more distinct, so he wandered down there a ways before coming to a stop in front of a door where the scent of water was the strongest.  Tilting his head, he grasped the doorknob and…how do you work these things? He pulled – nothing.  He pushed – still nothing.  Grunting in annoyance, Inuyasha turned it right and – there!  Feeling triumphant, he waltzed in and was confronted with a blast of heat and steam.

Inuyasha blinked and wondered why the hell it was so hot in here.  But that thought was immediately banished from his brain when he saw his mate through the steam, behind some kind of distorted glass that made her figure blurry, beautifully naked and wet and did he detect the scent of roses? Curious, and turned on as all hell, Inuyasha’s feet had a mind of their own as he walked across the tile to stand before the mechanism that allowed humans to bath indoors, the water coming from some sort of metal contraption mounted on the wall.  He didn’t dwell on how that was possible, however. His crimson gaze was fixed solely on the woman behind the glass, his view obscured by that damn blurry barrier.

Growling in frustration, the need to get inside with his mate nearly overpowering, Inuyasha looked for some kind of latch or handle.  There had to be a way to get inside… His eyes landed on an indent in the glass rectangle near the edge wide and deep enough to fit four fingers.  Frowning, he reached a few clawed fingers into the space and experimentally pulled.  

The glass panel slid back an inch.

Inuyasha grinned.

Kagome was in the process of rising out her hair when she suddenly felt a rush of cool air on her body and she frowned, goosebumps erupting on her skin despite the warm water pouring over her.  What the…  Before she even had time to contemplate this, however, she was suddenly yanked back into a hard chest and claw-tipped hands were acquainting themselves with her breasts, pinching her nipples and massaging the fleshy globes.

Color rushed to her face and she squeaked in alarm, her eyes shooting open to gape down at the hands greedily roaming over her breasts.  “Inuyasha! What’re you doing?!”  Automatically she grabbed his wrists with her hands, intending to jerk them away from her chest but then a hot mouth was on her neck and sucking her skin and suddenly she couldn’t remember what she was about to do.  Damn him for remembering her weak spot!

“Want you,” he replied against her throat, scraping his fangs against her flesh and sweeping his tongue against it. “’Gome…”  Rumbling deep in his chest, pressing his jean-clad erection into the softness of his mate’s bottom, Inuyasha was determined to leave his mark there as his hands wandered down her sides to yank her flush against him.  He wanted the damnable material on his legs off but he didn’t want to waste the time to shed them when he could be familiarizing himself with the perfection of Kagome’s body.  Her skin was so soft, so smooth he could run his hands over her body forever.  

Ignoring the water pouring down over both of them, Inuyasha finally pulled back from her neck and surveyed his handiwork, smirking at the dark red spot adorning her flesh. Now everyone would know that she was taken and off limits. Suddenly wondering what other parts of her would taste like, Inuyasha growled and spun her around to face him, pinning her against the wall and crushing his mouth to hers.  He would never tire of the taste of her.  After sweeping her mouth with his tongue, he delved lower and sucked a nipple right into his mouth, rumbling in approval.

Meanwhile, Kagome’s thoughts were all but nonexistent as Inuyasha practically molested her, his hands everywhere at once, her sides, stomach, breasts, thighs, ass while his mouth did sinful things to her mouth and body. “Inuyash…!” she gasped, hands diving into his hair as his lips latched onto her left breast and suckled like a new born babe.  Part of her was screaming that she shouldn’t be doing this, that she should stop him, right now, before it escalated into something that neither of them could stop.  The other part, the less rationalized portion, urged her to throw caution to the wind and just enjoy what the dog-demon was doing to her body and senses.  She could feel his hardness pressing into her through his jeans and without thinking her hand darted down and grabbed him through the fabric, giving a firm tug.  

Inuyasha choked and released her nipple with a gasp, his hands seizing her hips and jerking her forward.  Did she—? Glancing down, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw his bitch’s hand gripping him through the damnable jeans, tugging on his cock and didn’t that send spirals of pleasure zinging through his entire being as a hoarse groan escaped his mouth.  Breathing heavily, Inuyasha reached down and knocked her hand away, slanting his mouth over hers once more as he deftly unfastened the button and yanked down the zipper.  He wanted her hands on his flesh, dammit, not through the fabric.  After freeing himself, he grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around him, jerking his hips forward as she took the initiative and gave his cock a few solid tugs.  

Kagome couldn’t believe what she was doing.  Her face was suffused with color but she didn’t stop stroking his hardness, didn’t stop kissing him.  She felt alive, her blood boiling, her heart racing a mile a minute and her core throbbing with need, for the demon devouring her with everything he had.  Jealous boyfriends and family were the last things on her mind as Inuyasha’s hand suddenly dove between her legs and reciprocated what she was doing to him, stroking her folds, parting her lips and finding her clit.

When Kagome cried out and her knees buckled, Inuyasha grinned against her mouth.  He hadn’t a clue what he was doing, but something, some deep buried instinct from long ago told him how to pleasure his mate.  For some reason he knew there was a little nub of flesh hidden in her luscious folds that would make her moan and cry out, and he wasn’t disappointed.  Still, though, it was hard to concentrate with her hand still grasping his dick and running her hand up and down.   

Growling low, Inuyasha removed his hand from between her legs and grabbed her thighs, lifting her up and hitching her up against him. He swallowed her gasp with his mouth and ground his cock into her heat, moaning at the feel of her against him, wanting to sink so deep inside her she would be feeling him for fucking days.  

Kagome, panting for breath, her blood sizzling inside her veins and her heart threatening to escape her chest, moaned into his mouth as his tongue swept inside her mouth and left nothing untouched, stealing her breath, her thoughts and doubts.  His hands were back to kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples, skimming his claws down her sides and eliciting shudders from her. The water had cooled down considerably since Inuyasha practically attacked her in the shower, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.  Apparently neither did Inuyasha as his mouth traveled lower, down her neck, her chest, to her tummy where he gently nipped her navel with his fangs and causing Kagome’s stomach muscles to quiver in anticipation.  She felt his lips curl up against her stomach and she would have flicked his ear in retaliation but suddenly her breath left her in a whoosh as his hot breath ghosted over her core, maneuvering her legs over his shoulders before his tongue darted out for a taste.

Kagome stiffened and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, her mouth dropping open and her eyes going wide.  Oh god, was he—

Yes. Yes he was.  Crying out, Kagome’s hips jerked forward as Inuyasha’s mouth went to town on her womanhood, licking, sucking, and kissing her nether lips.

“Taste good,” he rumbled and flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit.  His mate jerked against him and he smirked before he got serious.  Licking his lips, the silver-haired demon devoured his bitch’s center, thrusting his tongue into her opening and groaning at her taste.  She tasted fucking heavenly and his cock throbbed painfully, the need to fill her to the brim nearly overpowering.  But he ignored his own needs in order to pleasure his mate.  She always came first.  Literally and figuratively speaking.  

With a dark chuckle, Inuyasha doubled his efforts, keeping her thighs spread wide with his hands as he ate his woman out.

Something hot and wonderful was building in the pit of her stomach and Kagome whined, reaching down to clutch at his shoulders, thrusting her hips forward, urging him to go faster, harder.  “Inu…p-please,” she begged.  She was almost there, she could feel it.  

Growling as his bitch begged for him, Inuyasha snarled and thrust a finger into her opening, the sound of his name falling from her lips fucking music to his ears.  He closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard and Kagome wailed, clenching her thighs around his head and digging her nails into his shoulders as she rode out her orgasm.  Inuyasha drank every last drop of her essence, rumbling in approval, his cock hard, throbbing, and waiting to sink deep into her heat.  God, he couldn’t wait.

Pulling back, Inuyasha smacked his lips greedily and pulled her legs off his shoulders, allowing her to bonelessly slide down his body and lean against the wall. Smirking, Inuyasha reached to the side and fumbled with the weird knobs until he finally got what he wanted and the water stopped pouring.  It was cold anyway.  Satisfied, he turned back to his mate and wrapped his arms around her, chuckling when all she did was slump against him.  Bending down he swept her up into his arms and exited the shower, reigning in the urge to shake himself dry like a dog.  

Grabbing a white cloth and draping it over her nude body, Inuyasha exited the bathing room and headed back to their room.  They would finish this there.  Thankfully the kit was already gone and he kicked the door shut behind him.  Bending down, he nuzzled his mate’s neck as he strode over to the bed, relieved to finally be able to take off these damn pants. The wet material was beginning to chafe his skin.

Laying her down, Inuyasha pulled back and smiled down at his love – but froze when he got a look at her face and his heart stopped.

Tears were streaming down his Kagome’s cheeks and her eyes were wide, liquid and guilt-ridden as she stared up at him.

His gut clenched at the words that came out of her mouth.

“What have I done…?”   

Kouga sat on his bed, head bowed, arms braced on his knees and hands hanging between his legs.  He was exhausted, which was definitely saying something since he was a full demon.  He usually had endless amounts of energy, always up for some activity or another, constantly moving, the fucking Energizer bunny.  Minus the pink.

And he wasn’t just physically exhausted; he felt drained, weak, on the verge of passing the fuck out and that was as common as him having the urge to buy a top hat and prance around in a monkey suit. Which was never.  

He and Kagura had gone over every single lead there was, starting with Kagome’s crotchety landlord, Totosai.  He hadn’t been very happy to see the wolf demon (“Feeling’s mutual, ya old fart.”) but agreed to be interrogated anyway, his face not giving away anything as they questioned him. Or more like Kagura questioned him and he just stood off to the side, arms crossed over his chest with a scowl on his face. Later Kagura had remarked how much of a pouting child he’d looked like. To which he’d replied with his middle finger.

As it turned out, however, the landlord admitted to having heard a car revving up at some point during the day in front of the apartment house, car doors being shut and then taking off, but the lazy old man hadn’t bothered to investigate and took a nap instead.  

Then the only man blinked in confusion and asked who the hell they were and how they got into his house.

Kagome’s neighbors hadn’t been of much help either; only two of the three were home, and they hadn’t heard or seen Kagome recently. Apparently the young woman kept to herself most of the time. When she was home, that is.  More often than not the young woman was with him. The houses next door and across the street resulted in the same answers, thus getting them abso-fucking-lutely nowhere.  And, just for shits and giggles – and the very slight off chance that they could possibly track them down by scent, although Kouga wasn’t counting on it – they had even gone back to the fairgrounds where it had all started.  However, upon arriving, the only thing that they had found was caution tape, litter, dried blood, half-eaten food, more caution tape, and a pair of white cotton panties.  Kouga did not want to know how those had ended up there.  And as expected, the area was still thickly veiled with the scent of blood it was nearly impossible to smell anything other than the red life giving substance.

By then, his hopes had plummeted to somewhere in the same region as his feet.

It was just so goddamn frustrating.  How could she have disappeared so…efficiently? Silently? She had that—that thing with her for Chrissakes, how the hell had she fled without arousing any type of suspicion? The only explanation Kouga could come up with was that she couldn’t have done this alone.  She had to have had help of somebody, someone she could trust, someone she was really close to.  Kouga knew it wasn’t her mother; Kagome would never endanger her family like that, and that was one of the many reasons why he loved her.  She was so thoughtful and selfless.  Never wanting harm to come to those who were near and dear to her.

He didn’t dwell on the concept that her fleeing and leaving him out of the loop was hurting him far more than he cared to admit.

Frowning, Kouga growled and rubbed his forehead, fighting the urge to grab his hair and yank it all out.  He was missing something, he just fucking knew it.  There had to be a third person, an ally, because, all things considered, Kagome wasn’t able to do this by herself.  His woman was smart, he’d give her that, but to plan a whole escape route flawlessly and without being seen or heard?  It just wasn’t…Kagome-esque.  His girlfriend took action, didn’t bother to waste time strategizing when she could be helping someone in need in the time it took to cook up a plan.  Usually she left the planning to that bimbo friend of hers Sango and her perverted boyfriend Mir—

Kouga froze.  Straightened up.  

And smacked himself in the forehead.

“Fuck.”

Staring up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks and feeling worse than she had in a very, very long time, the guilt was nearly crushing Kagome as he continued to stare down at her, the look on his face registering confusion, worry, and…hurt.  Finally unable to take it any longer, Kagome winced and turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut tight and curling into a ball.  God, what had she done?  Kouga…she’d betrayed him.  She’d let another man – another demon – touch her in ways that only her boyfriend of three years had been privileged to.  And, oh god, Kouga hadn’t been the one she was thinking of during the whole episode, hadn’t even flitted across her mind. Not once.

Pushing the back of her hand to stifle the sobs that threated to well up, Kagome felt disgusted with herself. She was disloyal, a cheater, a—a whore.  It was a word Kagome never would have associated herself with and even though it hadn’t even fallen from her lips, the word left a bitter taste in Kagome’s mouth and her stomach twisted uncomfortably.  How could this have happened?  She had sworn to herself she would never do that to him, had always prided herself in being faithful, in separating herself from those who went astray, the people she looked upon with shame and insignificance.

And now the tables have turned on her, and she had foolishly given into the temptation, only for it to leave her at the one place she never wished to be, the shoes Kagome never wanted to fill, the burden she never wanted to bear.  

Sobs wracked her form and she couldn’t stop them from escaping her mouth.

Inuyasha didn’t know what the hell to do.  What had gotten into his mate?  One minute she was fine, all hot, wet, satisfied female pliant in his arms, and the next she was sobbing her heart out on the bed, her eyes holding such sorrow and pain that he automatically started looking her over for injuries. Had he been too tough?  Had his claws cut her delicate skin somewhere and she didn’t tell him? A few discreet sniffs assured him that, no, his woman was unharmed as far as he could tell.  Physically, at least.

Ears pinned low, confusion writ across his face and a whine leaking passed his lips, Inuyasha reached out to comfort his beloved, wanting her to stop crying, to ease her inner pain somehow—

“Don’t touch me!”

Inuyasha recoiled so fast he stumbled back a step, his mouth agape, eyes wide and feeling like something had just plowed through his gut.  He…hadn’t been expecting that reaction, nor the desperate, sorrow-filled look she gave him as she scrambled up and away from him, keeping the towel in a death grip at her chest.  His heart clenched painfully but he ignored it in favor of trying again. His mate was hurting and it was his job to stop that hurt.

Carefully he approached her again, ears lowered, trying to appear as unthreatening as possible.  “’Gome…” he mumbled, his eyes searching hers and not exactly liking what he found.  He kept on, though, and reached out again.  

Kagome flinched and pressed her back against the headboard, away from the clawed appendage.  “D-don’t come any closer.” Another sob broke loose and she clamped her mouth shut, bowing her head and wrapping her arms around herself.  She hated what she was doing to him, hated the pain she saw in his eyes.

But she hated herself more in that moment and forced herself to not look at him.  She wasn’t sure what would happen if she did and Kagome didn’t think she’d be able to handle it.

Inuyasha stopped dead, his arm dropping to his side, his concerned expression falling into a mask of indifference.  He stood there silently and stared at her, unmoving, unblinking as it felt like his heart shattered into a million pieces.

The silence stretched on until Kagome couldn’t take it anymore and dared a glance up at him, tipping her head up just a fraction to peer at him through her lashes.

The change happened in an instant.

Kagome watched as Inuyasha's face turned from carefully blank to deadly rage, watching as his brows snapped dangerously low over his scarlet eyes and his lip curled up into a nasty snarl, revealing sharp fangs.  His hands curled into tight fists at his sides, and Kagome was forced to watch and do nothing as his own claws bit into his skin, blood seeping through his fingers.  His ears were hidden within the shaggy mane of his silver hair, flattened by his anger as he all but glowered at her from the foot of the bed.  A dark, thunderous growl was emitting from his chest and it sent shivers down Kagome’s spine.

Still, she did not move.  And would come to regret that decision for a long time.  

With a savage roar that had the young woman jumping and gasping in frightened alarm, Inuyasha spun on his heel and burst out of the window, the glass shattering upon impact and imbedding in his flesh, but he didn’t care.  He needed to destroy something.  He was dangerous in this current state, and even though his mate had just rejected him, his touch, his comfort, he didn’t want to hurt her even more than she obviously already was.  

Because she was his mate and he loved her and he would take his own life before ever harming his Kagome.  

Something that could only be described as a thunderous roar reverberated throughout Kaede’s tiny home and the woman in question gasped in alarm, spinning around from the stove and dropping the plate of pancakes to the floor.  The sound of glass shattering followed shortly afterward, drowning out the impact of the plate hitting the floor, and with a cry of worry Kaede dashed as fast as her old bones could carry her toward the source of the bellow.  She fumbled to a stop in front of Kagome’s bedroom and the scene before her made her heart skip a beat and insert a deep seeded worry for the room’s occupant.

The young woman in question was sitting on the bed, in naught but a towel wrapped around her figure, hugging her knees to her chest and heaving great, wracking sobs into her knees that broke Kaede’s heart listening to them. Putting a hand to her chest, the house’s owner surveyed the room and found the source of the glass shattering; the window was no more, just a huge hole in the wall with bits of wood hanging from the edges.  

Just what in all of the seven hells had just transpired?

Yaaaaaaaay drama. And lime. They, don’t gimme that look. I told you you’d be getting a surprise; I never once mentioned sex of any sort. *firm nod* Hahahaha. Chapter nine, folks.  Reasons for this one being so late can be found in my devART journal.  The link can be found in my FFnet profile, under the Homepage link.

So, feedback is always appreciated.  I’m not quite sure I liked how this chapter turned out.  It seems all over the place me to. What do you think?  Opinions and criticism are very welcome!  I really wanna know what you thought of it. If you guys see an error, grammatical or even something like saying Inu’s eyes are gold, when they’re red, lemme know so I can go back and fix it. Sometimes I forget he’s full demon at the moment instead of hanyou. Appreciate it.  Also, there’s a new poll up in my profile on FFnet. If you have the time, check it out and vote on what you want to see updated next. =)

Until next time,
Keiz