InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Odds n Ends: Adults Only ❯ The Perfect Cure aka Nerds (Kag/Hojo) ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

 

Warnings: NC17 oral

Pairing: Hojo/Kag

 

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“I can't believe I let you talk me into this,” Kagome complained grumpily as she stretched out into the sheet covered table.

“Relax,” Hojo replied with cheery confidence, undeterred by her bad mood. “I've done this a zillion times and it never fails to work,” he added, accenting his statement by cracking his knuckles.

“If I can't make the exams tomorrow, I'm going to flunk,” Kagome grumbled as she settled her head into the crook of her shoulder. She tensed automatically as Hojo's cool fingertips brushed across her bare back. As the smell of the aromatic oil Hojo was spreading onto his hands drifted under her nose, she decided to just go with it.

Wet and tingling, the oil made her drowsy as Hojo's strong hands massaged the knots out of her muscles. Sweet yet with a lingering scent that made her strangely restless and agitated, she didn't even notice the drift of his fingers until one large palm was cupping one of her buttocks.

“Hojo…” she started to protest, but her train of thought was abruptly and completely cut off as something wet and slick slid through the folds of her sex.

One of those clever, oiled fingertips found her clitoris and with a choked exclamation of surprise she ground her hips into the cloth covered wood as that tickling sensation set her whole body to humming with suppressed desire. Against her sensitive skin, coating her clit, the tingling from the oil brought her body to an aching, demanding, instant arousal.

With a husky, hungry sound of impatience and annoyance, she peeked over her shoulder in time to see Hojo kneeling between her legs, his lips descending on her sex. She had just enough time to gape in disbelief as he spread her folds with his thumbs and probed her tight opening with his tongue.

“H-hojo!” she gasped out, nearly coming off the table with the intensity of her response.

“Mmm,” Hojo hummed as he pressed his face against her and speared his tongue deep inside of her.

“HOJO!” Kagome cried, half in outrage, half in supplication. “W-what are you DOING?!”

The last of her words died as a low, full throated moan of appreciation escaped her lips. The dance of his tongue was joined by the thickness of his fingers inside of her, and despite herself, she felt herself go from moist to wet.

“H-hojo,” she murmured as her fingernails dug into the grain of the wood and her hips jerked against the hard table.

The blunt tip of his tongue flicked over the swollen red bud of her clit, and his fingers scissored inside of her. Flushed with her fever, flushed with the heat of her arousal, she was too weak to suppress the little whimpering sounds she made as she felt her orgasm build deep in the pit of her belly.

“Ah,” she cried softly, helplessly as the coiling intensity of sensations inside her body threatened to overwhelm her. “Ah! Ah.....” she almost sobbed, then sighed as the bright, sweeping rush of climax feathered over her senses like a gauze veil.

She barely noticed the intrusion of his fingers as he inserted a small, oval pill elsewhere, barely noticed the satisfied smirk of achievement that lit Hojo's face as he wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. By the time she felt inclined to move, he was already thoughtfully and discreetly covering her with an ample, soft bath robe.

“There,” he commented cheekily. “Now you'll be better in no time.”

“Grr,” Kagome managed, levering herself up onto her elbows as she shot a sour look at Hojo's brilliant smile. “I highly doubt it,” she added sarcastically. “All you did was take advantage of me!!”

“You enjoyed it, didn't you?” Hojo countered reasonably, “Much better than going to the doctor!”

“Should go to the doctor,” Kagome mumbled, still put out. “Your `cure' is nothing but a bunch of BS.”

“My cure is perfect. You will appreciate that, tomorrow,” Hojo quibbed happily as he grinned, quite pleased with himself.

“I better not be sick for my exams,” Kagome threatened darkly.

“You won't be,” Hojo assured her.

And she wasn't, much to her surprise. Perhaps there was something to Hojo's “cures” after all.

 

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