InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Owl ❯ Growing ( Chapter 3 )

Hello, again fans!

 

This chapter tells you more about Kagome; but be forewarned… there is a fair amount of sex in this chapter as well (because I have decided to throw caution to the wind and write what I feel like writing). Don't flame me if you read it and don't like it, I did warn you. They're not exactly graphic lemons, but they certainly are lemons, let me tell you. I'm proud of myself for being this brave.

 

DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha own I don't.

 

Chapter Three: Growing

 

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“Oh my,” Kagome sighed, throwing her head back as she slid onto Inuyasha. “You're very thick today, darling.”

 

They were on the couch in Inuyasha's living room, Kagome above him and both in a heavy state of arousal. They had just had dessert, their empty plates sitting on the coffee table in front of them. They were slowly indulging in the weekly sex they were allowed to have. Inuyasha had suggested it, to keep the promise of getting to know each other better. However, both didn't really like the idea, so there were occasional slip-ups. But they'd kept the promise for a solid two weeks now and they both decided that they deserved a little reward.

 

Kagome had been living with Inuyasha for a full two months. In those two months she had completely turned his life around. There was good food in the fridge and color in his home; his confidence had skyrocketed to where his co-workers had noticed as much.

 

Groaning, Inuyasha said, “Is that a good thing?”

 

“Mm,” Kagome said, “it's a very good thing.”

 

“Please,” he panted, gripping her thighs, exposed from pushing the skirt of her dress up, “I've been thinking about this all day. I don't want to talk through it.”

 

“Me either,” Kagome agreed, picking up her pace. She pushed his shoulders as she rode him, sweat already beginning to gather on her.

 

Inuyasha panted, “Fuck… so wet…” His hands moved to grip her hips, pulling her onto him. He couldn't take this anymore. She wasn't going fast enough.

 

“Oh!” Kagome gasped, surprised that she suddenly found herself on the coffee table. Their plates slid onto the floor, clattering softly. Kagome's dress was in her face, she couldn't see what he was doing to her. But she could feel it… oh, she could feel it.

 

He had her legs on his forearms, his hands still gripping her hips and pulling her along him. He was standing, though. Kagome's head and shoulders were on the table, her back and legs were not.

 

Kagome couldn't help but exclaim at the sensations he made her feel, “Inuyasha! Oh!” She felt around for his hands, “Come closer,” she panted, “please. I want to see you.”

 

Breaking his rhythm momentarily to give in to her demands, he placed her legs so that she could grip his hips with her thighs. He leaned in closer, moving her dress out of the way, and started again. Kagome gasped again and held onto his back with desperation. Inuyasha's knees hit the table as he grew weaker from thrusting recklessly.

 

Kagome began to twitch and quake, her hands moving to his back. “Darling,” she whimpered. “Oh, darling.” Hearing this, Inuyasha went faster. He felt his release coming soon; he could sense Kagome's as well. Her thighs gripped him hard and Inuyasha squeezed his eyes shut, still thrusting violently. Kagome's cries became more frenetic, and she came. She pressed her forehead into Inuyasha's shoulder, trying to get closer.

 

Inuyasha's release was soon after, jaggedly pushing into her. His seed coated inside her; he placed his hands behind her back and gripped her shoulders, pushing himself against her. His whole body shook, and sweat dripped off him. He buried his face into Kagome's neck, groaning quietly into her skin.

 

When he was finished, Kagome asked, “Are you alright, Inuyasha?”

 

He started to kiss her neck, also smelling that rosy scent she had. He kissed his way up to her lips, his tongue participating a bit more when he got there. He sat them both up, still kissing her; he gently pulled the zipper down on her dress, dipping his hand inside it to feel the warm skin on her back.

 

“I'm just fine,” he said, grinning at her.

 

She pecked him on the lips, “That's good.” Kagome raised her hands up above her head, smiling down at him. Taking the hint, Inuyasha lifted the dress over her head and tossed it gently over on the end of the couch; it was another full-skirted, spaghetti strap dress, lavender with deep purple trim. Kagome was fond of those; she didn't really wear much else. A skirt and a sweater occasionally, and the black, flowy pants she'd worn their second day together was about as much as she had. Well, from what Inuyasha could tell, anyway. He also noticed that she didn't really wear underwear, unless it was absolutely necessary. When he'd asked her about this, she simply shrugged and said that she found panties to be too confining. Bras, on the other hand, were a favorite for Kagome. She had many different kinds and in many different patterns. For instance, the one she was wearing now was a strapless number; it was a purple with small pink frills on the top and a matching bow in the center.

 

(A/N: I love bras. I'd love to be like Kagome and buy all the cute designs. Unfortunately, I don't have the right sized boobs for all the cuteness. Mine are big, and they're going to get bigger, no doubt. A blessing? -Snorts- I think not.)

 

Inuyasha smiled up at her, kissing her once more, “Let's go to bed.” He carried her into the bedroom.

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Inuyasha woke up early, surprisingly. He guessed he just didn't need that much sleep. For that night, at least. He rolled over onto his side to find Kagome smiling at him, her hands tucked underneath her head. He pulled her to him. They were both still naked.

 

“What's got you up so early?” she asked.

 

He rubbed her back, “Hmm… I dunno.”

 

Suddenly, she looked up at him anxiously. She took her hands out from underneath her head and began to pull on that piece of hair. Inuyasha had noticed that there were two different ways that she played with her hair. When she twirled it with her fingers, she was feeling playful, flirty, or… horny. When she played with it with both hands, just alternating hands slowly smoothing the tresses, she was nervous, embarrassed, or sad.

 

Noting her nervous state, he tucked the piece of hair that she was currently playing with behind her ear, as if to tell her to pay it no mind. “What is it?” he asked.

 

She bit her lip, “I'm hungry.”

 

Inuyasha smiled his crooked smile, “Well, you've lived here long enough to know that anything in the fridge is welcome to you.”

 

She shook her head, still giving him that anxious look, “I… Perhaps I should have said, `I'm thirsty'…” Her voice trailed off.

 

Inuyasha's eyes widened for a moment, understanding, “Oh. Well. Go ahead.” He laid down flat on his back, ready for her. He was surprised: usually she fed on him while they had sex. During those times, it felt good to have her do that. He'd never actually experienced this when he was “conscious”, so to speak.

 

Kagome sat up, “There's just one thing.”

 

Inuyasha rolled over again, looking up at her, “Yes?”

 

She looked at him nervously, “You know how people have preferences, right? Like how a person likes their coffee?”

 

“Right, yes. I know that,” he said, looking at her curiously.

 

“Well, I prefer blood a certain way.”

 

Inuyasha sat up, interested. He liked hearing about vampire stuff. “What way is that?”

 

Her face reddened, “I need to do some explaining first.”

 

“Okay,” he said.

 

She nodded, “Vampires can be born, made, or naturally made. I was naturally made.” She leaned back against the wall. “Vampires that are naturally made are the ones who had a very strong will to live when they were about to die. What they think during this strong will determines how they will like their blood. Vampires that are naturally made are really the only vampires that have certain tastes.”

 

“So… the other kinds of vampires just like blood in general?”

 

Kagome nodded, “Yes.”

 

“How did you - er - become a vampire?”

 

“I was on my way home from my work. I was a seamstress, you know. A man with a knife pulled me into an alleyway and robbed me. I was lucky that was all he did.” She sighed. “He left me mortally wounded in the alley. I don't know how long I lay there, just staring up at the sky. I remember going over all the things I hadn't done in my life, all my regrets. But the thing that stood out to me the most, the thing that upset me the most,” she laughed bitterly, “was that I was going to die a virgin.”

 

“What?” Inuyasha said.

 

Kagome nodded, laughing, “I know, it's ridiculous to think of that before you die. But it was just something that had run through my mind. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I thought that sex was something a girl should experience at least once before she died, something that she had a right to, and now I was going to die before I had that experience; and the more I thought this, the more rational it sounded. After a while, I began to feel okay again. I could get up and walk around; it wasn't until I got home and saw that my stab wounds had completely healed that I realized that something had happened to me.”

 

She straightened, but leaned her head to one side, “I ran away. I went far away. I discovered that I had new abilities.” She paused turning her head away, “It was hard. There was no one else to explain what had happened to me. When I discovered that I was thirsty and needed blood to truly survive, I got scared. I was in Spain when I met another vampire, a male.

 

“His name was Raphael. He was a gentleman, and he taught me everything he knew. He taught me how to discover my preference and how to use our magic. He taught me how to enjoy being what I am,” she said, looking at Inuyasha again.

 

Inuyasha said, touching her face, “You're not a `what', Kagome. You're a `who'.”

 

She smiled and laughed softly. She continued, “I lost track of him after awhile. I lived abroad, I saw so many things. I began to feel proud of who I was, of what I could do. But that didn't make the loneliness I felt go away. And my preference didn't help either.”

 

Inuyasha smiled another crooked smile, “So, what does not wanting to die a virgin make your preference?”

 

Kagome sighed, her face going burgundy, “I like blood when its owner is… excited. Or at least when they've just done some sort of tiring activity. I believe it has something to do with the level of testosterone,” she said thoughtfully. “That's probably why I like to feed off of young men.”

 

Inuyasha didn't say anything for a moment, then, “By `excited', you mean…?”

 

Kagome nodded, her face still red.

 

“Well, that's okay. You can't really help that,” he shrugged. “You said on our second day together that you hadn't had sex before; how did you manage that?”

 

Kagome nodded agreeing with what he was implying, “It was very hard. But I didn't think that just having sex for the sake of having sex was enough. I wanted to at least feel a connection.” She paused again, before continuing, “There were urges. Oh, there were urges. When a young male is aroused, and the blood heats up like that, and their scent changes…” She shivered, “I can barely control myself. I can nearly taste what they're thinking in their blood, and it excites me. It was real torture, sometimes. Depending on the guy.”

 

Interested, Inuyasha said, “Who did you normally drink from?”

 

“Well,” she sighed, leaning back against the headboard, “he'd have to be young, of course. I think that strength has something to do with it as well: I really only feed on active men. Usually, I'd visit a college at night. Fraternity houses in America were some of my favorite places to drink. Although, sometimes their blood would taste too much like alcohol to enjoy, they do like to drink a lot. But American men are a lot of fun. I've had some good times over there.”

 

“How did you get to drink from them?” he asked.

 

“At first I'd have bite them in some private place, after they'd been working out or playing some sort of sport. I'd also have to bewitch them so that they wouldn't know what was happening to them.” Her head tilted, “But the blood wasn't as satisfying after a while, I'd have to drink after a few days, rather than weeks. I then realized that I'd have to feed off them when they were aroused.

 

“I knew that I couldn't just have sex with them and then leave after I'd fed. That's incredibly dishonorable in the vampire world; and that's why my preference is so shameful. I don't get a lot of respect from other vampires because of it, even though I'm centuries older than them.”

 

Inuyasha's eyes widened, “For real? When were you born?”

 

“During the Muromachi period, in 1403. I don't remember the exact date of my birth. I believe it was in the spring though.” She looked thoughtful again.

 

“How old were you when you became a vampire?”

 

Kagome looked down at her hands again, “Twenty, I think. I don't remember very much from my human life, just a few years before I was turned.” She looked at him, “How old are you?”

 

“Twenty-six,” he said sheepishly.

 

“Oh,” she said. She looked up suddenly, “Where was I? Right… Well, to get the kind of blood that I needed, I had to change my plan. I started to feed on men that were a little older than the ones I'd been feeding on. I found that their testosterone levels were less jumpy, allowing me to drink less. An older man's mind is more focused, so he's able to think about sex much clearer than some college teen. They also tend to know what they're doing during it.

 

“I had to go to private homes, homes of men that were single. I couldn't bear to do what I did to men that were married or seeing someone. I waited until they were asleep. I'd cast a spell so that they stayed asleep, and then I'd sit on the edge of the bed next to them. Then I'd give them an arousing dream, a fantasy that they've been harboring for a while.” She gave Inuyasha a brief look before moving to get up, “Perhaps if I re-enacted it?”

 

Taking the hint, Inuyasha lay down on the bed, as if to sleep. She crawled over him and sat on the edge next to him, placing her hands in her lap. “I'm going to need to cast the sleeping spell, darling,” she said.

 

He nodded, “Okay. I'm fine if you tell me you're going to use something on me. And if it benefits the both of us.”

 

She smiled, leaning in close and running her fingers through his hair, “I'll take note of that. Close your eyes.” He did, and she cast the spell. His body relaxed and he breathed slow and deep, sleepily. Then, she placed both her hands on his head, allowing his mind to come into hers. She searched inside him for some sort of fantasy he had; she could use one of his, or create one, if needed.

 

Kagome lifted an eyebrow, finding one immediately. Apparently, he wanted to have sex in the shower, and he wanted to be behind her. She smiled, she liked this one. Quickly, Kagome made the dream as vivid as she could, so much that she started to feel the vibrations that he made in her. She bit her lip, crossing her legs. She could feel the soap running down their bodies and hear the sound of their slick skin slapping together at an alarming speed.

 

“Ohh,” she sighed. She straddled him, taking the sleeping spell off him. He looked at her, both confused and lustful. She leered at him, “I want you in me. Now.” He didn't need to be told twice. Inuyasha tackled her to the foot of the bed, entering her in one quick motion. He groaned, feeling her wet center. He shivered and began to roll his hips slowly.

 

Kagome dug her nails into his back, “Inuyasha, please! Fast- Uh!” She gasped-moaned as he crushed into her repeatedly, with maddening speed. She dragged her nails down his back, all the way to his waist. She started to pant loudly, and gasping as she did so. The sound was so sexy to Inuyasha.

 

“Bite me,” he groaned; he grunted as he thrust into her, giving every word a special emphasis. “Quick! I'm - so -close!”

 

She hauled herself up to give in to his demand. Kagome now sat in his lap, grinding onto him. She moved his hair to the side hastily, his head following after. She bit. As soon as his blood hit her tongue, they both came. Inuyasha yelled her name, Kagome would have if she hadn't had her mouth and fangs attached to his neck. She sucked (and whimpered as she felt her release), and Inuyasha moaned. His hips jerked and twitched as he once again filled her with his seed.

 

Kagome's fangs retracted and her nails stopped digging into his skin. She was sure that she'd drawn some blood, given the fact that she'd forgotten herself. She felt for the wounds on his back, only to find that there were none. No welts, no marks, no nothing. Odd, she thought. She could have sworn that she had dug very deep into his back. She shrugged it off and immersed herself back into the moment.

 

The blood warmed her body and stomach. She leaned back, her head tilting. “Mmm,” she murmured.

 

Inuyasha had fallen backward onto the pillows, his arms above his head, “Holy shit.” He'd been commenting on the sex, but when he glanced at Kagome, he tried to speak, “Are you-?”

 

Kagome shook her head, trying to shush him wordlessly. She closed her eyes. She felt his lust for her within her; she shivered and touched her throat. Her eyes opened, glazed over with pleasure.

 

“Darling-Inuyasha,” she began shakily, “that was… the best -the best- blood I've had in my entire existence.”

 

Inuyasha grinned and pushed himself up to meet her. He touched her face and kissed her softly.

 

“Glad to be of service.”

 

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Inuyasha sighed as he went to work the next morning. He hadn't wanted to leave Kagome, but he didn't have any vacation time to spare, so he had to go in today. On the bright side, he felt great: he was cheerful, confident, and sexually satisfied. He walked down the hall, the elevator opening at the end of it. The woman who lived in the condo next to him stepped out, reading her paper. She looked up as she passed him. Noting who he was, she smirked at him in that way women do when they're into somebody. She looked him up and down, apparently liking what she was seeing.

 

Inuyasha looked at her, surprised. He gave her a polite smile back and stepped in, still confused. And then it dawned on him…

 

They'd been heard last night.

 

His face reddened and he awkwardly repositioned his bag on his shoulder as the doors shut, trying to avoid the woman's intense stare.

 

He thought on what last night had been like. The sex had been a little different; he seemed more knowledgeable about her body, apparently. Judging from how vocal Kagome had been, at least. She'd also mentioned something about being “thick” down there last night; and she'd clawed into him pretty good, too, though there were no marks or any pain whatsoever. Kagome's a little sore this morning though, he thought, smirking into his travel mug as he took a sip. He shook his head, laughing to himself. Then he stopped; it was odd that she'd be sore, from a human man…

 

The elevator door opened one floor down. His best friend Miroku stepped in.

 

“Oh, good,” he said, “I need to talk to you.”

 

Miroku and his wife Sango lived in the condo directly below Inuyasha. Miroku was a therapist and Sango was a nutritionist and personal trainer. Both were recently married, after a year of dating.

 

“You need to tell me about the girl you've been fucking,” he said bluntly.

 

Inuyasha choked into his coffee cup, “What? !”

 

“You heard me. Why is it that the minute I leave for a lovely vacation with my beautiful wife, I miss the moment that my best friend lost his virginity?”

 

“Shut up!” Inuyasha whispered angrily, as if there were people around.

 

“Calm down, there's no one in here,” he said waving his hand.

 

“How the hell did you know about us anyway?” Inuyasha asked bitterly.

 

“We heard you. Quite clearly, in fact.”

 

“Sango heard us, too? Oh no…”

 

“She did,” he smiled. “It got her in the mood. I should probably thank you for that. I had a good night, too.”

 

They both laughed and stepped out of the elevator. Miroku continued to walk with Inuyasha out the door. Inuyasha noticed the clerk at the desk looking at him in much the same way as the woman upstairs. She gave him a flirty little wave as he walked out the door. Miroku noticed this, too.

 

“So, tell me about her,” he said.

 

“Well, her name's Kagome, she's very sweet. Polite. She's beautiful, and she smells like roses all the time. I don't know if it's a perfume or a lotion, but she smells that way pretty much twenty-four-seven.” He smiled, taking another sip of his coffee.

 

“We should have dinner sometime, all of us. How about tomorrow night?”

 

Inuyasha considered this, “I'll have to check with Kagome. I'm sure she'd love to meet you both, and cook dinner. She's an amazing cook.”

 

Miroku grinned, “My God, she's perfect. She's beautiful, she's patient, and she can cook.” Miroku put his hands on Inuyasha's shoulders, “Don't let her go. I think you've found a good woman.”

 

Inuyasha smiled, “Thanks, really. It means a lot to me that you say that.”

 

Miroku took his hands away and put them in his pockets, “So how long have you two been together?”

 

He thought, “I'd say about two months, give or take a few days.”

 

Miroku lifted his eyebrows, “How long have you two been having sex?”

 

“Well… kind of since… the night we met.”

 

“What?”

 

Inuyasha looked at his friend, whose mouth was agape. He tried to somewhat make up a story around he and Kagome, “You have to understand, Miroku, there was a huge attraction when we met. We could barely control ourselves. We really liked each other; at first it was just going to be a one-time thing. But the morning after we decided to go out again. There you have it.” He shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee.

 

“H-How often…?”

 

Inuyasha just gave him a sly look over his mug.

 

“Wow, you truly have discovered the joy of sex.”

 

“That I have, Miroku,” he said, nodding, “that I have.”

 

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Inuyasha groaned in relief when he got back home after work. The women in his office kept hitting on him; one came back three times with different approaches. He'd turned them each down politely, telling them that he was already seeing someone. What was so different about him that made women want to jump his bones?

 

He called out for Kagome, hearing a weak reply coming from his bathroom. He set his bag down in his bedroom, taking his jacket off and throwing it on his bed. He opened the bathroom door to find Kagome kneeling at the toilet, violently throwing up.

 

“Oh, my God! Kagome!” He rushed to her side, kneeling. He held her hair with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. It was several minutes before she was able to flush the toilet and stand to rinse her mouth out. She used to mouthwash to freshen herself up. She sat down on the toilet.

 

“I didn't know vampires could get sick,” he said, smiling awkwardly.

 

She shook her head, looking at him worriedly, “We don't. A female vampire throwing up can only mean one thing.”

 

“What's that?” he asked, swallowing.

 

“Inuyasha, are you truly human?”

 

“Well… I don't understand, why…?” He touched her face gently with his hand.

 

“Because,” she swallowed, “I think I'm pregnant.”

 

!()! End Chapter 3 !()!

 

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