InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Photo Shoot ❯ Photo Shoot ( Chapter 1 )

Photo Shoot

It always comes down to listening to your heart's desire. Acting on it. And - along with that - to your body's *ahem* passion, as well. What they don't know can't hurt them.

It's okay to watch. You keep telling yourself that things will go out of control if you don't let yourself at least fantasize. It would become hard to contain. Downright difficult to hold in. So you do. But that's okay, too. It just keeps your feelings in check. Whenever it can.

But right now, in this dull building, while you're standing there looking - no, gawking - at his perfect- probably custom-built - flawless body, you start hating your damn job. And your passion for it, as well. And the fact that you love it all the same. And the list could go on and on, unwrapping itself in your mind and smirking quite dangerously at you while unfolding its content, but soon you realize that the cocky smirk was actually real and it came from the fine specimen facing you. And as soon as it appeared, you wished for it to vanish in a flash of torturous light. Cause that's what it was; a damn torture.

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His sinewy and totally delicious-looking abs, his perfect skin, the slight tan he permanently wore and then his natural traits. The ones that had caused him so much trouble as a child, but which seemed to only bring him success with women these days. So much that he had a different one every night.

He knew she'd been stalking him. He probably got off on that knowledge and it only enticed him to further mortify her with his erotic actions. He'd always make sure to brush her arm with his while passing by her or steal a glance in her direction when no one else was looking. He'd go to such ridiculously extreme lengths that he'd joke around with the pervert about wanting to shag her. It was all too much; as if it wasn't enough that everybody knew his sudden interest for the girl. He'd been so fucking open about it. And she seemed to be quite open herself, as well.

Point was, Inuyasha knew she could see him drag a blonde bimbo or a slutty-looking brunette to his house every damn evening. Piss drunk each time. And Kagome could swear he'd always look in her direction and grin smugly before pushing his latest catch into his house quite harshly.

He was notorious for being rough and this was just what Kagome needed. A quick, rough fuck. And a high quality one, at that; so it wouldn't be just anyone. Not that it could, anyway. Not after she'd seen Inuyasha.

“You okay or d'you need some help with that?” she heard an amused voice question. Tearing herself from the disturbing thoughts, she quickly followed the gaze of the man she'd been thinking about and wasn't all that surprised to see it land on her camera. She quickly realized she'd been staring at him for a couple of minutes instead of taking pictures and even had the good grace to blush before resuming the task at hand.

That's right. She was the photo shooter. She got to mix two of her favorite things in live - Photography and Inuyasha and she couldn't be more excited. Dammit, they even paid her for admiring the guy's perfect, shirtless body. There really was a God out there somewhere who seemed to love her immensely.

This was their game. Their strange game that never ended with anything more than a few wasted words and stolen glances at each other. Well, probably more stolen glances from her part; but, oh well - a girl could only dream, right?

The guy in question licked his lips apparently innocently, but Kagome knew better after all this time as his personal photographer. If that wasn't suggestive, she didn't know what was.

She started taking photos of him while occasionally mumbling indications about his poses. Seeing as she didn't have anything else to do, she let her thoughts once again stray and lead her to unfamiliar territories.

Maybe it was because he was a hanyou that attracted her to him this way. She was very curious about his stamina and if it was true that he could make a woman scream in pleasure at least three times before allowing himself to let go. Yes, that was definitely some of the top things she wanted to know about him. And she desperately wanted to touch his cute, fluffy, dog ears. They were just so adorable. And besides, she wanted to test a theory she had. Like how those same ears might be an erogenous place for the hanyou and she could lick them and have him squirming in pleasure under her. That would shut him up for sure. Oh, and his long, silver hair and molten amber eyes. It just wasn't something you saw everyday and she was attracted to every aspect of him like any bee to honey.

“Like what you see?” he suddenly asked her, while doing a very provocative pose and waiting for her to immortalize it.

“Don't flatter yourself. And stop grinning. I've told you I want you serious for these last ones,” she told him, quite annoyed of his bugging.

“I can be as serious as you want me to, babe,” he replied huskily, which cut her off guard. It wasn't his words, but his voice that made her world come crashing down. It was just too much to take in and far too soon. She definitely wasn't ready. So much that she almost dropped the professional camera. And of course - damn him - he noticed it.

“Whatsa matter? Feeling a little wobbly today?”

If only she could wipe that annoying grin off his equally annoying face. Maybe place a few calculated kisses and nibbles to distract him from taking advantage of her feelings like that and -

Argh! Hell! She was doing it again. She had to stop thinking about fucking him. It just wasn't good for her health.

“I'm sorry to disappoint, babe, but I prefer not being able to walk straight,” she purred seductively, but didn't really think about her outcome. This comment was meant to challenge the one about her wobbliness. It wasn't until a few seconds later that she realized what she'd said. Her first instinct was to clamp her mouth shut with a frantic hand, but she carefully and forcefully pushed it aside.

She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Enough embarrassment for one day.

“Is that so?” he answered, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow with a lopsided grin. Oh, God; he was infuriatingly sexy. “Do I get to see for myself?”

Not good. Definitely not good. So far, there had been nothing but flirtatious silliness from both of them, but this was a whole new level. It was the time when things dashed out of the fog demanding for a scrap of light and taking form until they became too obvious to avoid. Painfully, undoubtedly obvious.

This was an open invitation to something great and huge and overwhelming and - of course - something she wasn't ready for yet. She wasn't ready to just walk into a non-existent relationship, screw the guy and then walk right out of everything. Cause this was probably how the things were to develop if she allowed herself this ultimate luxury. Yes, she desperately wanted him. Yes, she had always lusted for him. From the very beginning. But was she ready for a one-night stand?

Meanwhile, the flawless God's eyes darted amusedly across her whole body, licking his lips in the process. It was no big secret that he liked her body; he always told her lewd things about what he thought of certain *ahem* either protruding or hidden parts of her. His statements about Kagome had always seemed quite… anatomical and not formal at all.

“Cat got your tongue, honey?” he asked her abruptly, amusement flickering in his eyes. The prospect of this thought seemed fascinating to him, because it had proved to be quite hard to make her lose her ability to speak. He only wished to be able to shut her up the traditional way. The one that involved replacing words with screams and moans. And he was painfully hard just because of that thought. For a brief second Inuyasha hoped she wouldn't notice, but then - on a second thought - he decided it's be better to lay the cards on the table.

“No. Let's just say I was thinking of a new pose,” she replied confidently, proud to see his smirk leave his face immediately. He thought he could outsmart and perhaps disarm her, right? Well, he'd learn.

First and foremost, Kagome Higurashi was pretty self-confident and had only one rule in life: Never get trampled. And it was Law, according to her. According to Kagome, the most important thing in life was love. But - of course - raw attraction didn't hurt from time to time. Only it had lately become a literal pain in the ass.

She walked over to the confused hanyou and started adjusting him to the new position she wanted him in. However, he seemed to put up a fight which only unnerved Kagome, because she was always dedicated to her job. She had envisioned him in a certain pose and he just had to obey and assume it, for Heaven's sake! This was beyond ridiculous.

Kagome kept changing his pose and he changed back it every time she went to her camera, so she had to come back and do it all over again. But every hay stack has its last straws, doesn't it? And Kagome just might have had her last ones pulled right in front of her face. That had to be painful and offending. So she idiotically decided to use force on the hanyou. Like she could ever overcome his strength.

She pushed his arms towards the back, getting them in the position she wanted only to have Inuyasha place them back against his chest, folding them. This was annoying. But she didn't give up.

Stubbornly, Kagome pushed his left foot backwards quite harshly with hers and wasn't surprised when he moved it again. She grabbed his chin and positioned his face so he looked a bit stuck-up. It was the exact same look she wanted to pull. His natural attitude. His sexy confidence. His unusual ego. His most unnerving pride.

This was turning into a contest.

His head snapped to watch her and she gritted her teeth. His pose was messy and totally inappropriate. Not at all what she'd envisioned for this last photo. He just wouldn't let her get her way.

“This is so not the position I wanted you in!” she yelled in frustration. This time she really slapped an outraged hand to her stupid mouth. She really couldn't go a minute without a slip-up, could she? This was going to be the death of her.

“Damn foot-in-mouth syndrome,” she muttered to herself, but Inuyasha could hear her perfectly, since his hanyou ears were sensitive enough to catch such low whispers.

“What was it about that position you wanted me in?” he asked seductively and Kagome forgot how to breathe for a few seconds; so much that she literally choked afterwards.

He chuckled to himself and - just as she was about to quit her tries and forget about getting him to do the pose she desired - he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards him. It took him just a few moments to realize this new, accidental position he'd got himself into, due to Kagome's resistance.

He was lying on the floor, his back a little sore and his head a bit foggy because of the speed with which the most recent events developed. He'd fallen. That much was obvious. Then he noticed an unfamiliar weight on his body and came face to face with Kagome, who was equally surprised. She'd fallen on top of him. She was straddling him with her hands pressed against his chest and he could feel the heat going through them and making them sweat. If it weren't for her increasingly intoxicated scent, he would have deemed her sweaty hands to be due to the startling fall. But as he caught a whiff of her highly aroused scent he began to feel the results of her charms.

For the last couple of months, he'd been unable to contain his desire for her from her. It was a fervent, heart-stopping, gut-wrenching, raw passion and it seemed she reciprocated all his feelings. But something kept pulling her back whenever she was confident enough for this step and he knew exactly what it was.

She wanted a stable relationship and she knew he couldn't give her that. But he would promise her to have it even if they both knew it was just water bewitched in order to get into her pants. He realized it sounded quite harsh, but everything about her was damn seductive and she wasn't even trying to play temptress. Not remotely. She was just being her usual, stubborn self that Inuyasha had come to love about her.

`What the Hell?' he thought abruptly and tensed under her. He pushed the aberrant thought out of his mind with disgusting force.

It was then when he noticed the goose bumps that had appeared on Kagome's pale skin and he couldn't help but shiver at the thought that it was he who pulled this reaction out of her. His touch. His proximity.

Just a fuck, he reminded himself and became used to the idea. It sounded tempting - to have her for one night. To watch her arch her back because of his skills. It was something he would fantasize about daily.

Let's face it. She had become his obsession.

“Uh…” she said awkwardly and tried to get off him, but he was quicker and managed to catch her movement and deter her from proceeding. His hands grasped her waist and - without a trace of actually brain functioning - he pressed her body into his, letting her feel her effects on him. This hadn't been his intention, but - oh, well. The only thing he could do now was sit back and watch. Watch her eyes widen and her hands tighten. Smell her aroused scent skyrocket.

He'd been fucking countless women for the last few months in hope that he'd get her out of his mind. But that didn't work. The fact that Kagome followed him until he got to his house with a willing slut knowing he could see her didn't help either.

Even though he smirked at her just so she'd know he could see her, she was relentless. Always watching him until he got into the house and God only knows how much time she spent staring at his house afterwards, while he was busy. And the sex he had wasn't that much gratifying because of that.

This was the game they played. The weird game that had ultimately brought them down to this. Whatever this was.

It could be called a bargain. Or - perhaps - even a fleeting affair, even though neither was committed. It went without explaining or questioning. It was reflected in both sets of eyes and they didn't need their voices to form words. The looks they were sending each other were conversation enough.

`I fucking want you,' their eyes said and it was obvious that there was no way out of this. There was no waiting for acknowledgement on both sides and Kagome found herself on the receiving end of a brutal kiss that only served to show her the pent-up frustration and all the impure thoughts about how to defile her that were stored in the hanyou's mind. Even though she knew better, his mind seemed one-track now. He was set on having her and she would accept it for a change. It went with the unspoken, unwritten contract they'd both signed.

The way his tongue sneaked in her mouth when he elicited a gasp from her, the way his hands moved frantically about, touching just about everything in their path, it was all new and fascinating for Kagome. She found her moans were so very distant she could only taste them now. Never hear them. As well as she could taste Inuyasha's unique flavor inside her mouth while suckling on his resilient tongue.

His own appendage met hers halfway when she decided to initiate a war to see which one of them won the fierce, primal battle. Of course, the hanyou had the upper hand and thrust his tongue in her mouth with such a force and blazing passion that he knew she wouldn't resist him. She just couldn't.

His hands became bolder and touched the underside of her breasts, drawing out a surprised gasp laced with unrefined anticipation.

Deciding to make things interesting, Inuyasha made her stand and pinned her to the white screen they used to take the photos against. It wasn't such a stable object and he knew it. That was exactly why he'd chosen it from the beginning. It would be more thrilling to feel as if the screen was being ripped apart around them.

The walls falling to pieces. World crashing down. Just like an orgasm.

At that thought, Inuyasha shivered in arousal.

Smirking, he sliced her cute, white summer dress with a practiced flick of his wrist and suddenly Kagome felt self-conscious as well as angry with him. He wasted no time in trying to indulge her and went to unravel the scarf from her neck, instead. She offered no resistance and he was glad for that. He didn't think he could deal with her flaring temper right now, when all he wanted to do was get inside her and taste every little part of her.

Only now realizing she was naked, Kagome tried to push Inuyasha away from her and moved to cover herself up with something - anything. Things were evolving too fast and she was backing out.

He noticed this and did what could only be out of youkai instinct, she assumed. He caught both her hands in his larger, right one and held them above her head. Then he roughly grabbed a few loose strands of her hair, tugging it until it hurt. She gasped in slight pain and her feet were suddenly highly unsteady as he harshly ground his pelvis into hers, letting her feel him.

Oh, fuck. The feel of him…

His hands continued tugging at her hair until her neck was bare to his gaze. He desperately hid his head in the crook of her neck, almost giving in to temptation. Almost making her his for eternity. Almost marking her. But he knew better than to lose control like this, didn't he?

Then again, this level of want and desire hadn't occurred to him before, so he had to adjust to the nagging sensation of his youkai side wanting to be released from his confines and claim what it deemed was his.

What could be his, the more rational part of him corrected.

Instead, he grazed her neck with his fangs, occasionally giving in and applying a slight pressure, just to show her who the alpha was. And to satisfy his blood-thirsty instincts, too. But that was just a bonus.

Her whole body was shaky right now and she knew she couldn't trust herself with words.

`It's okay,' she kept telling herself, over and over again. `You're with Inuyasha and he's just ravishing you.' The thought brought a strange heat between her legs and she squeezed them together to get rid of the tingling sensation.

`Just ravishing you.'

Inuyasha was busy nibbling, blowing hot kisses and licking Kagome's neck. His hands roamed over her body, committing every curve to sweet memory.

`He'll be one Hell of a great fuck,' she told herself, already anticipating Inuyasha's skill.

He started rubbing their hips together at an agonizingly slow pace that had Kagome nuts and readier for him than ever and he knew it. He could feel it in her touch, could smell it in her intoxicating scent.

`Defiling you body.'

She felt rather than saw his head move, but he dragged his eyes across the side of her face as she was trying to look at him unsuccessfully. Her neck was twisted at a strange angle and he wondered if she felt comfortable.

“You're gonna fuck me up, aren't you?” she calmly asked, already anticipating the answer.

Whatever it was she'd thought he would reply she was sorely mistaken and completely unprepared for the next move that served as his answer. Inuyasha looked at her face while inserting a finger deep inside her, making her hips snap up in surprise. His fingers felt so right inside her and he couldn't help but groan at the feel of her, imagining how it would be for him to be deep inside her. All of him.

“Fuck, you're so tight, bitch,” he told her with a frustrated growl. He had to speed things up a little because he felt they were going in slow motion and he couldn't control himself anymore. He felt he'd let go any moment now. This was not something he'd take pride in later on, so he knew he should be hurrying.

He increased his now two fingers' speed inside of her and watched her face for any indication that she was uncomfortable. When he was only greeted by pleasure, he started torturing a breast with his tongue. There were all slow, almost timid licks around the nipple that stood erect as Kagome sighed in frustration. She needed him to stop beating around the bush and finish the job he'd started already. With that thought in mind, she pushed her chest higher towards him, trying to beckon him into paying some attention to the more important part of her breast. His smirk was almost lost on her, but she forgot about it as soon as his tongue darted out and licked the sensitive skin of her nipple.

She released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and moaned when he felt his pace quicken and his fingers pump relentlessly inside her. There was no going back now, she knew. She was just going to lay back and enjoy this. Enjoy herself. Enjoy him.

She realized how unfair the situation was. She had her hands immobilized and she was naked, while the hanyou was still fully dressed and quite able to do as he pleased.

She quickly snapped out of her current thoughts when she felt that familiar knot tighten inside her and she could feel it coming with violent force. A fantastic orgasm; probably something she had yet to experience. Her mouth opened in anticipation mimicking a perfect O shape, her eyes were ludicrously wide and her back was arched while she waited for her pleasure to explode into million tiny shards that would bring her over the edge.

As soon as he realized she was close to climax, he boosted his efforts, easily bringing her over the edge. Flashing her a smug smirk, Inuyasha withdrew his hand from her and licked his fingers suggestively feeling her eyes trained on his every move. He stuck out his tongue to lick one of his fingers and could feel Kagome whimper against him. He could hear the vibrations in her chest from a deeply frustrated growl. His bitch was becoming more like him with every minute that passed.

He soon realized her taste was addictive. He could easily get high on it and it was proof to how accurate he'd been when he'd figured she'd be a great fuck.

Compelled to taste more, Inuyasha tested the waters. First he let go of one of her hands, which immediately fisted in his hair at his nape, bringing his mouth crashing on hers. The fever-inducing kisses she was giving him didn't help his ever growing need to diminish a bit so he could take his time. Pleased by her actions, he let go of the other hand as well and he almost choked when he felt it fly straight towards his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans.

His eyes rolled back into his head when a whole new type of desire coursed through him, lighting every muscle and fiber in his body and scorching his blood. He forced her hand out of the way, trying his best to stay in control of his damn feelings and body. They were getting too hard to handle these days.

He quickly discarded his grey polo shirt and regarded her with lust-filled eyes, reveling in her shudders.

She was turned on, the bitch - wasn't she? This only served to make him even harder.

Before pulling down his pants, he took something out of his pocket. Her eyes bulged and he almost chuckled at her surprised expression. She was staring intently at the condom in his hand as if scowling at it long enough would make it disappear so she didn't have to face reality just yet.

It was happening. Here, in the shooting studio. Right here, where they were all alone and the prospect of anyone finding them was lost on both human and hanyou. They were quite oblivious to the fact that there were dozens of people roaming around the building.

Seeing that her gaze didn't falter from the condom in his hand, he felt the need to explain himself.

“I came here ready. It's not everyday that we get to do a shooting by ourselves; there are always other people, too. I thought I stood a chance when we were alone.”

Her eyes darted to his as he clarified this and he took her lobe between his teeth, slightly grazing it, making her knees weak so much she could barely stand straight. He supported her and grinned when he heard her moans of pleasure echo in the room.

Just as he was about to pull his pants down, the door snapped open, revealing a speechless Miroku, that was currently fumbling for excuses and debating on whether to leave the two of them alone or stand there and watch the show. And - oh, my - it was quite a show.

Actually, no. This incident needs to be told exactly the way it happened.

First, Inuyasha reached to his fly so he could pull it down. Then he started pulling the pants down while watching Kagome's eyes anticipating the whole process and her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips. It was such a seductive gesture that Inuyasha felt himself harden even more.

Then a thunderous sound resounded in the room and a loud bang was heard as the door snapped open. Miroku - Inuyasha's agent - entered quite hurriedly holding some papers in his hands.

“You guys won't believe this,” he started, but quickly trailed off as he saw the image before him. Against the white screen was a naked version of the sweet Kagome he'd come to admire and in front of her - facing her and rather crushing her - was a shirtless Inuyasha that seemed to be trying to get his pants down to his ankles.

Miroku's face was lit by his famous perverted grin.

“I see you guys are busy,” he said, taking amusement in Kagome's embarrassed squeal and her trials to cover herself up. From his position he couldn't see that much anyway, since Inuyasha's body was successfully obstructing the view. He knew that the hanyou would do anything in his power to keep the view of his female counterpart from his lecherous friend. Miroku could almost feel the waves of anger writhe out of Inuyasha and he was slightly intimidated, but he wouldn't give up such a chance to see them both in action.

Kagome had finished dressing up with the very first time that came into view - which was Inuyasha's grey shirt that fitter her excellently. It was big for her so it looked like a short dress that didn't leave so much to the imagination.

Inuyasha's head was slightly cocked to the side, as if trying to see Miroku behind him. His hands were still pinned to the wall on either side of Kagome's head as they were when the door opened.

He seemed frozen to the spot, but trembling slightly. Whether in deep pleasure or in anger - Miroku wasn't sure, but he suspected both.

“If you don't leave in three seconds, I swear to God, you fucking monk, I'll rip you to shreds!” Inuyasha threatened and Miroku gulped, but he decided to try something. If it would end up with his throat ravished by Inuyasha's claws then at least he knew it had been worth the try.

“What's the matter; have you never done it in public?” he asked suggestively and watched with mild interest as a dark blush was staining Kagome's cheeks.

“You're crossing the fucking line, idiot. Out!” roared Inuyasha, who could barely control himself. He wanted to go kill the monk, but he knew that as soon as he left Kagome alone she would escape and he'd lose his chance to nail her. He was torn between staying and taking his revenge for being disrupted.

The monk had a similar plight. He didn't know whether to obey and leave out of self-preservation or to stay and grate the hanyou's nerves even further. It was damn funny to watch him sweat. He knew he was being evil, but he couldn't help it.

“Have you noticed how good your shirt looks on Kagome, Inuyasha?”

This proved to be a good question, because as soon as it left the agent's lips, the hanyou's gaze was snapped towards said female that had her legs revealed to his hungry gaze. She looked edible in his shirt and it filled him with male pride.

She was wearing his clothes. Damn.

A frustrated growl was torn out of his throat and he felt his youkai side pushing and pushing, trying to break free. Miroku must have felt this, too, because he backed away slightly, trying to regain his composure and continue with his teasing.

“I bet she smells just like you right now, doesn't she?” he asked, grinning like a mad man.

Inuyasha's reply was quite instinctive. He released a hungry roar and buried his face in the bare space between her shoulder and neck so he could inhale her scent better. Revel in it. Draw it into himself.

Miroku was right. She smelled like him right now, even though they hadn't had sex yet.

He wanted to possess her right now and his youkai side didn't seem to mind Miroku being there with them. Inuyasha began trembling compulsively while trying to control his primal urges.

Miroku was pleased with his behavior and he could see that Kagome seemed at ease with the hanyou; not scared or anything. This had to be a good sign. Kagome's eyes were glazed and even Miroku heard her labored breath.

“How does she smell, Inuyasha? Is she aroused? Do your actions turn her on?”

Taking a large inhale and realizing Kagome was very aroused by this situation - with him against her - he couldn't help but grind himself against her. Her scent intensified, reaching outrageous levels and she moaned for him. It was one of those moans that stirred every instinct inside him. And Miroku was well aware of that.

“How does it feel to lose control, Inuyasha? Do you feel the nagging? The frustration? Is it clawing to get at you?” Miroku taunted, the bastard! He knew he was playing with fire, but he was beyond caring about those sorts of things. All he wanted to do was make Inuyasha lose it once and for all and realize he had in front of him everything he'd ever needed. He was sick and tired of watching his friend play stupid, sick games with Kagome and making her ache so much.

Miroku was the only one who knew about the true extent of Inuyasha's odd attraction towards the young photographer and it wasn't even because Inuyasha confided in him. It was just because of a slip-up when Miroku got him drunk.

Inuyasha's groans were now constant and Kagome started rubbing his back to soothe him, but the motion proved to be quite erotic and he started shivering instead. Kagome's hands rose to Inuyasha's fluffy ears and started rubbing them peacefully, trying to comfort him. This was - however - the last straw as Inuyasha's head snapped up to hers when an uncontrollable urge made him throb all over. She was startled to see red eyes with blue slits instead of the amber ones she'd come to worship. He had some weird, magenta stripes on his cheeks, too. His eyes were actually flashing between this new color and their natural color.

Miroku was rather confused because he could only see Inuyasha's back, but as soon as he felt the powerful youki surge forward, trying to dominate the dormant miko he knew what had happened. Miroku had been a monk and he could easily feel spiritual things when they happened. It was most likely that Kagome didn't know she was a miko, but now she was being possessed by a demon. Literally.

This was something he couldn't stand to see. He had to get out of here or he'd most likely be killed by the sheer strength and possessiveness of Inuyasha's youki, even though unintentionally.

However, he allowed himself some more minutes before leaving.

“Don't you want to make her yours?” he asked, not as confident as before. Heck, the demon could kill him at any time.

“Mine,” Inuyasha groaned, pressing Kagome tighter against his body. This motion made Kagome tilt her head to the side and close her eyes, unconsciously baring her neck to him. His howl was downright scary, but it elicited pleasurable shivers down her spine when he attacked her neck.

Miroku took the hint and exited the room soundlessly.

“Calm down,” she told him, putting her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. She wanted him out of this state. He was acting like and animal right now. Like a demon ready to ravish her. She shivered at that thought.

“Come back to me,” she pleaded with him and felt him tremble, fighting for control.

“Come back,” she repeated and his hands gripped her waist very tightly, almost as if afraid to lose her.

“Come back to me, love,” she told him one last time and he felt his grip loosen up a bit. She took a nervous glance at his face and was relieved to see him back to normal. His eyes were closed, straining for proper control, but he was back to normal.

“Take me,” she said. No - she ordered and he couldn't be happier about the request or demand or whatever. He searched her eyes for any hesitation - not that he cared or would have backed away, really - but just to see if she really wanted all of him. And she did - to his immense surprise.

This time he pulled down his pants with great uncertainty, as if someone could barge in at any given moment. It could be that Miroku was still outside waiting a couple of minutes for them to engage in more intimate activities before coming in again to spy on them.

Kagome's hands joined Inuyasha's, trying to get him to hurry up. This new impatience made his blood boil and he gave her his trademark lopsided smirk.

The woman in front of him exuded sensuality and sex-appeal and he couldn't wait to be inside of her. He needed to be inside of her.

But before he had to make sure she was ready for him.

He lowered himself on his knees in front of her and watched her eyes widen before he nudged her legs apart a bit and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inner side of her thighs. Her pulse quickened in anticipation of his touch and she watched him torturously make his way towards her wetness.

She was visibly very ready for him, but he wanted to make her enjoy herself. He was getting closer and closer to her most intimate place and he stopped just a few breaths above her flesh. She almost pushed her hips towards his face, irritated that he chose to tease her again. But it wasn't his intention at all.

He leaned closer and sniffed her profusely, making her blood race within her veins. Finally he gave her an agonizingly slow and hard lick that had them both mad with desire. He found himself enjoying it and soon he was flicking his talented tongue over her clit relentlessly, while occasionally tracing her inner lips. Soon she was a mess of groaning flesh and she couldn't control herself anymore. She slightly moved her pelvis against his face in a steady rhythm and she thought she would die when she felt him pushing two fingers inside her.

He was licking and fingering her and she couldn't stand the pressure anymore.

Sensing she was close, Inuyasha doubled his efforts and speed and soon Kagome was arching her back, pushing her whole body towards the highly aroused and eager hanyou.

He left Kagome to recover while reaching to the ground to grab the condom he had dropped when Miroku came. The bastard! He quickly put it on.

Her hand reached awkwardly but confidently to grip his throbbing member, but he pushed it away, not wanting to lose it. He knew he was no different from a school boy that would empty himself straight away, but he couldn't help it. Kagome was just too much.

Looking at his intense, liquid eyes, Kagome found herself frozen to the spot, mesmerized by the mystery swirling in the amber orbs. She wanted him closer, inside her. She felt an all-consuming need, but she decided to see what he had in mind. He looked at her for a few moments then pulled her into a passionate kiss, pouring all his desire for her into that one kiss. It was quickly turning into a smoldering frenzy as their tongues dueled and their hands roamed over the other's body.

Kagome caressed his chest frantically, amazed by the smooth texture. Her lips were already puffy from the attention and she felt numb all over, but this numbness disappeared as soon as Inuyasha's left hand gripped her right wrist and raised her arm above her head, holding it fiercely while releasing her lips to nibble on her lower one. Her moans were replaced by a surprised gasp the moment he entered her in a swift, careful motion. He swallowed her sounds with his own mouth, starting up at a slow pace. Their hips rubbed together and every now end then Kagome's snapped, sending both of them in a whirlwind of delicious sensations.

Soon he increased the pace and ground harder against her, while Kagome thrashed against him. Her head tilted to the side every time he hit a particularly scrumptious spot inside her and he'd increase his speed and force, fucking her harder.

“Like it, bitch?” he asked between thrusts.

“Sooo fucking much” was her swift, but husky response and he groaned in approval.

“You won't be able to walk straight when I'm done with you,” he told her heatedly and she nodded animatedly. “Just the way you like it,” he added, recalling their previous conversation. She couldn't think straight, let alone blush. She didn't have enough blood to spare so she only moaned while he thrust harder and harder until she could no longer keep up with him.

He raised her other hand as well and she kept them up while he caressed her forearms and biceps by trailing his skillful fingers along her heated and already oversensitive flesh.

“Let go, Kagome,” he ordered wearing nothing but a cocky grin and at that moment she didn't know if it was his hoarse voice that made her skin tingle or his powerful thrusts or the feel of his hands on her arms or the way his tongue sporadically mimicked the movements that happened with the lower parts of their bodies, but she felt a coil inside her snap and soon she climaxed, her muscles clasping onto him, pulling him deeper until he let go himself with a loud roar and a whisper of her name. He continued thrusting until they were both satisfied and noted the way her scent changed after such a powerful orgasm.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck while trying to regain his normal breathing rhythm. He felt like his heart was going to explode and he knew - judging by the frantic heart beats inside her chest - that she felt the same way.

Her hands tangled themselves in his hair and she pulled him in for a kiss, relishing in the afterglow of the amazing experience. She clutched a few strands with such force that Inuyasha's head slightly tilted backwards and to the side while she kissed and licked his neck. He groaned and let her do this a little longer until she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing almost normally now.

He still hadn't slid out of her somehow and they were both enjoying the feeling of proximity and warmth this position brought them, but soon they were unable to stand much longer and lowered themselves to their knees. Inuyasha moved Kagome's head with his hands so he could take a look at her, see her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a silly smile plastered on her face, tugging at the corner of her swollen lips. She was absolutely beautiful like this - all flushed and taken. By him.

He knew he couldn't allow himself to hold her much longer or God knew what could happen, but as soon as he moved to get up she hugged him tighter.

“Don't go,” she begged, her voice strained and tired. “Stay for a while.”

He just couldn't deny her this.

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