InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Possessed ❯ Chapter 5

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

 

Chapter Five

 

 

 

 

Inuyasha was awoken by the feel of his youki returning. So was Kagome, in fact. She startled awake as his aura flared to life right beside her, but that was purely on instinct and she calmed down the instant she was actually awake. Inuyasha didn’t take it personally; he was glad to know she had such good instincts. Any further thought on the matter came to an abrupt halt as he regained all his senses and could suddenly smell again. His room smelled absolutely fabulous, as did the woman lying beside him, who was currently staring at him with an amused look on her face.

 

“What?” he asked.

 

“You were sniffing the air like when I bring home the fresh ramen,” she pointed out, smirking.

 

Shiro, who’d seemingly slept right through the miko being jolted awake, lifted his head at the sound of the word ‘ramen’ but then laid his head back down again after realizing it was a false alarm.

 

Ignoring the dog, and instead of blushing at Kagome’s words, Inuyasha’s eyelids lowered to half mast as he held her gaze and replied with, “You smell ten times better.”

 

Kagome was actually the one to blush a little bit at that.

 

“Well it’s not going to last long, I’m afraid,” she said then. “Because I’m getting in the shower this morning.”

 

Inuyasha surprised her, and himself, when he asked, “Mind if I join you?”

 

Kagome’s eyes widened a bit at the unexpected question, but her expression quickly turned into a knowing grin.

 

“Well that’s certainly one way to get the whole ‘seeing you naked in your hanyou form’ issue out of the way,” she said.

 

He shrugged the best he could, lying propped up a bit on his side as he was.

 

“Might as well get it over with,” he said. “I certainly don’t want to go back to being a shy virgin around you now that we’ve already mated. As far as I’m concerned, you’re my wife now. Only reason we can’t really get married is because it’s illegal, or else we would. So yes, I want to shower together. We don’t have to do anything except shower,” he attempted to reassure her then.

 

She pretended to look disappointed.

 

“Awww, well that’s no fun,” she joked.

 

He laughed and said, “Okay, well, then in that case we can do whatever you want!”

 

His lips quirked up a bit.

 

“Plus, since I’m not affected by the cold as much as you, it won’t bother me to let you hog all the hot water.”

 

Kagome snickered at that.

 

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” she said. “But let me have the bathroom by myself for a minute, first,” she added as she got out of bed.

 

“Of course,” he acknowledged. “I’ll need my turn, and then we can hop in the shower afterwards.”

 

“Sounds like a plan.”

 

So it was that less than twenty minutes later, with Shiro having already been let out and currently eating breakfast downstairs, Inuyasha stood aside in the decently sized bathroom as Kagome turned the hot water on in the shower and let it run for a moment. Saying she’d be right back, Kagome ducked into her room to quickly strip out of her pajamas and underwear and, more importantly, retrieve her big fluffy bathrobe, which she put on more for comfort than modesty ‘cause it was a little chilly that morning. Grabbing a couple large bath towels and a wash rag from the linen closet at the end of the hallway, she then slipped back into the bathroom, the room nice and steamy by that point, and seemingly empty, though she knew better.

 

Inuyasha had taken advantage of her momentary absence to get up the nerve to strip out of his own pajamas, which were now crumpled on the floor in the corner, the hanyou already in the shower. Kagome closed the bathroom door, shrugged out of her robe and hung it on the hook she’d installed on the interior of the door, exhaled quietly – though not quietly enough for the hanyou on the other side of the opaque red shower curtain to not hear it – and then pushed aside said shower curtain and stepped into the tub.

 

Inuyasha’s soft groan was impossible to miss, and it made the confident miko blush slightly despite herself. Inuyasha might have seen her naked just the night before, but that didn’t mean it was a sight he was already used to and so no longer found it arousing. In fact he found her very arousing, which Kagome couldn’t miss as she let her eyes travel up and down his body.

 

The hanyou was dripping wet, having been under the water himself before making room for her, as she now stood with the hot water cascading down her back while they faced each other. She’d never seen his hair slicked back like that before, and his toned chest was glistening with beads of water that flowed in trails downward, encouraging her eyes to follow.

 

She licked her lips as she imagined licking those beads of water off his skin.

 

Inuyasha was fit, but lean, not an ounce of fat on him, deceptively powerful muscles in modest size wrapped in tight, lightly tanned skin. He could out lift the strongest human body builder by ten times, at least, but she did not fear his demonic strength, knowing well he was capable of being quite gentle, and she did not wish he were more muscular because she actually preferred his more naturally toned appearance to that of a body builder.

 

Of course, his muscles weren’t the only part of his physique her attention zeroed in on. She tried not to stare. Really, she did. She wasn’t some virginal teenager, for crying out loud! But it was hard not to look when it was right there, and already getting hard. Plus the whole point of showering together this morning had, in fact, been so that she could see his penis in hanyou form. She’d been telling the truth when she’d said she wouldn’t care if it looked just like Shiro’s, although the fact of the matter was she’d already known he couldn’t have a dog-like sheath running up his belly because she’d rubbed him through his jeans while hanyou just the other day, but from his crack about having a ‘dog dick’ she’d still been prepared for his shape to be different, his distinctly human mushroom tip probably a thing of the past.

 

He actually wasn’t as different as she’d been expecting.

 

His shape was mostly still human. He was definitely a grower rather than a shower, his tip emerging from its foreskin as his erection formed, but aside from his glans being that very distinct color red, and a little pointier than before, and a little bit of white fuzz around the peachy flesh colored base of his shaft while all the rest of his pubic hair was also now white fur, as he’d said, he still looked mostly human. It certainly wasn’t something she didn’t want touching her. It was part of the man she loved, after all.

 

She was actually just about to reach out and grasp him when he subtly cleared his throat, and then tearing her gaze away from his crotch to look up into his eyes, a faint blush on his cheeks that she knew had nothing to do with the heat from the shower, he held her gaze while quietly asking, “Well?”

 

Smirking then, she closed the small distance between them, wrapping her left arm around his back to hold him close. “Well what?” she asked in a quiet whisper against his lips, staring him in the eyes, before closing her eyes as she captured his lips with hers. Plundering his mouth with her tongue, her right hand snaked down between their bodies to grasp his erection, which she immediately started pumping.

 

He moaned into the kiss before savagely kissing her back, remaining barely aware enough to make sure not to accidentally hurt her with his fangs while also trying to resist the urge to rock his hips in time with her hand. Both of his hands came up to cup the sides of her face after a moment, as his kisses gentled, and then as she continued to stroke him, his legs shaking, he pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, his hands now on her shoulders. Kagome looked up into his eyes but his were still closed, so then glancing down again, she watched with erotic pleasure as she jacked him off, increasing her tempo, faint whimpers escaping his throat that she wouldn’t have heard over the water if his mouth hadn’t been so close to her ear.

 

Inuyasha was almost completely lost to sensation, but he had just enough higher thought process left to feel completely in awe over the fact that, for all the times he’d jerked off in the shower while pretending it was Kagome’s hand, this time it was Kagome’s hand, and her wet, naked body, he knew, as he moved his nose to the crook of her neck while his hands slipped down to cup her breasts. Keeping his eyes closed, all he could smell was wet Kagome and the faint, lingering perfume of their joining, and that coupled with the natural raw pleasure shooting through his sensitive manhood was nearly enough to send him over the edge right there. It didn’t help that she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

 

He whimpered again.

 

Kagome watched, fascinated, as his peachy flesh colored foreskin rolled back and forth over the canine pink head and upper shaft, his rock hard phallus literally dripping with desire at the tip. Making sure he knew she wasn’t grossed out by that part of him, she rolled the bead of precum around his head with the pad of her thumb, and his entire body vibrated as he tightened his hold on her, his claws making dimples in the skin of her breasts although they didn’t break the skin.

 

She hissed quietly and he immediately let go, tilting his head up and meeting her eyes again with an apologetic look in his own. “Sorry,” he mumbled quietly.

 

Kagome met his eyes with a forgiving expression and nearly just told him it was fine until a wicked idea came to mind and she smirked while slowing her hand.

 

“Why don’t you kiss it to make it better?” she said, cocking a single eyebrow at him when both of his brows shot up in surprise.

 

His surprise didn’t last long, though, and then lowering his eyelids to half mast again he lowered his head as well and, at first, swiped his tongue around the outer edges of her breasts, soothing the sting left by his claws. Kagome resumed pumping him swiftly, her fingers tightening their grip making it harder for him to concentrate, but he dutifully lathed both breasts with his tongue, and then when he was finished with that task he drew her left nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while remaining very careful of his fangs.

 

Then sneaky Kagome shifted her pelvis closer to his and began rubbing his sensitive head against her daintily trimmed curls, before pushing past her folds to rub the top of his tip against her clit over and over, pleasuring herself with him as though his cock were a sex toy.

 

It was more just the mental realization of that part of him – in hanyou form – touching that part of her that threw him over the edge right then, rather than the physical sensation, as he looked down and saw their bodies touching in that way. He lost it immediately, without the usual warning of feeling his approaching climax building up more slowly. He didn’t even have time to pull his hips back, spilling his seed with his shaft still held between Kagomes legs, coating the outside of her womanhood and her inner thighs. He cried out with a combination strangled gasp and grunt, his voice a whole octave higher than usual, and Kagome felt erotic tingles shoot straight through her body at the sound. She’d never been so turned on in all her life.

 

And Inuyasha could smell it.

 

Even in the water, even with their hours old mating and his brand new release perfuming the air, the scent he’d come to recognize as Kagome’s arousal was impossible to miss in that moment. Pulling himself away from her enough so that they could face each other fully, he tried his damnedest to mask his embarrassment by adopting a playful smirk as he stated, “Looks like I made a mess.”

 

Kagome chuckled, and agreed with “Looks like,” before then adding, “I guess you’ll have to clean me up.”

 

She handed him the wash rag, which he took from her but then let it drop to the floor.

 

“I guess I will,” he confirmed, before lowering himself to his knees in front of her.

 

It was Kagome’s turn for her eyes to widen in surprise, and she quickly fumbled with the shower head, pushing it to the side as far as it’d go so that the two of them weren’t covered in its spray, the water hitting the tiled wall instead of them.

 

He’d need to breathe, after all, plus she was sure he’d rather not get water in his ears if he could avoid it.

 

Inuyasha was indeed grateful for Kagome aiming the shower head at the wall. Then showing off his strength, he effortlessly hoisted her up by her hips and sat her feet back down on his thighs, just needing a little extra leverage as he sat in the tub with his legs folded underneath him, his butt resting on his heels. He kept his hands raised up on her hips to keep her steady, her right hand clutching his left wrist while her left hand was braced on the wall. He then buried his face between her legs, and her grip on his wrist tightened as he started lapping at her like the dog he was.

 

Used to needing to be quiet as she pleasured herself in the shower – a part of her was sure he’d still known, but that didn’t mean she should have just scandalously cried out in self-satisfaction – it took the miko a moment to realize she didn’t have to stifle her gasps and moans as he explored her with his tongue, cleaning her fully of his own essence before plundering her depths to clean her of hers, as well.

 

Inuyasha fucked her with his tongue, knowing he probably shouldn’t use his fingers save for moonless nights, not that he imagined Kagome had any complaints. He was also pretty sure he’d just discovered a delicacy he liked even more than freshly made ramen.

 

After sampling her taste and deciding that he liked it quite a lot, in fact, he retracted his tongue from her channel, knowing from his countless hours of ‘research’ what she would like best. Quickly finding what he was looking for, he attacked her clit with the tip of his tongue, circling and flicking, and as she began to quiver and shake, moaning unabashedly, he tightened his hold on her even as her own grip tightened as well. Her legs were shaking and he didn’t want to risk her losing her footing.

 

Kagome came with a high pitched scream she tried to muffle halfway through by biting her lower lip, not wanting the neighbors to overhear. Inuyasha was delighted when she released more of that delicious nectar, drinking every drop until she told him to stop, which she finally did after a moment, gasping out the word near breathlessly. Carefully putting her back on her feet, then, Inuyasha stood up, and almost moved to kiss Kagome before hesitating; she saw and yanked him down into a kiss by his hair.

 

Finally deciding to actually shower, before they ran out of hot water, hanyou and miko took turns with the hair products and soaping up with the wash rag, and then when they were done Inuyasha told Kagome to go ahead and get out and he’d be right behind her. Mildly curious, she went ahead and exited the tub, and then Inuyasha pulled the shower curtain back closed before shaking. Kagome couldn’t see him do it through the dark red curtain but heard it easily in the echoing room, and when he emerged, hair now just a bit damp and puffed out in all directions, the miko couldn’t help but snicker.

 

“Well now, come this summer you’re gonna have to take me to that river you said you’d bathed in in the forest. It’d be fun to go swimming with you, anyway, but I definitely gotta see you shake yourself dry afterwards!”

 

Inuyasha chuckled at her obvious amusement. He’d shaken dry on purpose, after all. He could have suppressed the desire and just toweled off, but he wanted to be himself around her, and amazingly enough, she wanted him to be himself around her, too. He’d hoped she’d find his shaking amusing, but had wanted to find out one way or the other.

 

“I’d love to take you to that river,” he agreed then. “It’s pretty deep in youkai territory, but I’d protect you, plus I know you can hold your own. Together, we make one hell of a team, just like Sango said.”

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The rest of the month went by fairly uneventfully.

 

Kagome had purchased some paintballs online not long after the new moon, plus an extra pack of black rubber blunts at the archery supply store that were especially for gluing the paintballs on to. Once those were ready they did indeed have a few fun days of ‘paintball archery’ out in the local bit of forest, making sure not to travel too far from the house. They never went out near as far as where Miroku and the other houshi in charge of border security typically did their walks. Kagome had also gone ahead and called the local monk, anyway, giving Miroku a heads-up about their occasional exercises in the forest, so as not to worry him if he would’ve ever happened to have been doing one of his walks while they were practicing and he sensed an unexpected burst of youki. Miroku had thanked her for the warning but also reassured Kagome that he would recognize Inuyasha’s youki, now, and so if he ever sensed Inuyasha while he was out doing his patrols he would know it was the hanyou and wouldn’t be alarmed, unless it felt like the hanyou was in distress, in which case he would still rush in to investigate, but only in case Inuyasha needed his help.

 

That Miroku had so easily accepted Inuyasha now being a part of the team, and somebody to care about and look out for, really meant a lot to both the hanyou and miko.

 

Besides working on their battle skills together, Inuyasha also continued to improve his woodworking skills. A lot of the time he worked on the beginning stages of his figurines on the couch while watching TV with Kagome. He was always careful not to make too much of a mess, leaning over a large cardboard tray on the floor between his feet that was perfect for catching little falling bits of wood. Kagome had finally managed to get some really good pictures of Shiro in a few different poses which Inuyasha was copying, or at least trying to, whichever photo he was duplicating at the time being displayed on his laptop which was sitting on the coffee table.

 

Of course, life for the hanyou wasn’t all dodging arrows and whittling, cooking meals for Kagome and helping her with the daily housework. They also continued to explore their fledgling relationship. Shiro didn’t appreciate initially being locked out of the bedroom at night, but after putting their clothes back on they always let the dog back in for the actual sleeping part. They made love often, and in several different positions, which Inuyasha had joked were on his ‘fucket’ list. He’d been nervous to suggest doggie style but Kagome had no complaints, assuring him she was no stranger to mixing things up, herself. Standing in the shower with her bent forward in front of him was another favorite, they both soon discovered. It was also during their very next shower together that she got down on her knees, proving to him once and for all that she was not even the least bit squeaked by his appearance as a hanyou.

 

It was Kagome’s turn to feel self-conscious when ‘that’ time of the month rolled back around again, not that she wasn’t aware that he’d undoubtedly been able to smell it the entire time they’d lived together. They’d never broached the subject, but knowing he’d lived with his mother her whole life Kagome had figured that he’d obviously understood, and the fact that he’d acted normally every time had confirmed that for her.

 

Still, that night she’d fidgeted a bit in the doorway, before clearing her throat, about to ask him if he’d prefer it if she just sleep in her own bed for the next few nights, but before she could even speak up he’d beaten her to it, telling her that they didn’t have to do anything for a while and could just sleep, like back in the beginning, and no, it wouldn’t bother him to smell that while he held her, because it had a unique scent that was very different from normal blood, so on an instinctive level, he knew she wasn’t injured.

 

She’d known how strong his nose really was when she’d accidentally cut her finger once while chopping vegetables and he’d suddenly come rushing in from the other room to make sure she was all right. That he’d known why she was hesitating in his doorway and had immediately said the right thing to put her mind at ease...she’d already had no doubt of his love for her by that point, but all the little things he continued to do and say just really brought it home for her time after time. She hoped she continued to show him in all sorts of little ways just how much she loved him, too.

 

Of course, they had to put a halt to their outward displays of affection when, after Sango phoned one morning, wondering if it would be okay for she and Miroku to come over for a visit, Kagome ended up inviting the couple over for dinner that evening. Sango had assured the miko that her desire for a visit wasn’t in any sort of capacity as a higher ranking official in the Spiritual Forces, like she was checking up on her or something; the slayer just wanted a chance to get to know Kagome better, off the battlefield.

 

The reason, Sango revealed once she and Miroku were over and the four of them were visiting in the living room before dinner, was because not too many other people in their line of work shared her and her husband’s views when it came to youkai. That being that they deserved the same rights as any other living creature, and shouldn’t just be purified willy-nilly because it was easier, like some other reiki users were wont to do. They especially thought that humanoid youkai, which in their minds were another type of people, should be treated with respect, and that included hanyou.

 

True, the taijiya bred certain lower youkai animals to be service youkai, like nekomata. Kirara, whom they’d brought with them and was currently relaxing in Sango’s arms, wasn’t the only one in service, although she happened to be the only one in their small group, for their town. Larger taijiya groups in the big cities usually had at least two. And nekomata weren’t the only species in use, either. A lower type of inu-youkai was also in use in some places, though not inugami because those were created through the torture and brutal death of mortal dogs and while possession of one wasn’t technically illegal creation of one was.

 

But just because the taijiya were used to utilizing certain lower youkai species as service youkai didn’t mean most of them wouldn’t still slaughter whatever random youkai happened to be found in town without giving the matter a second thought. Human safety had to come first, of course, but in Sango’s mind, and thankfully her father’s as well which was why their team had a higher success rate of live captures than some other teams out there, killing should be left as a last resort in most cases.

 

Despite today’s modern view on human/youkai interactions, there were also historical records of friendships between certain monks and tanuki from hundreds of years ago, or a kitsune who might have decided to help mankind here and there, but nowadays it was deemed that shape-shifters commonly known for being tricksters could not be trusted. Thankfully, because they could shape-shift into humans they were not usually so quickly ‘put down’ like some other youkai were, captured alive and released back into the forest instead, but humans as a whole had still lost their ability to truly respect them as sentient beings.

 

A lot of people considered shifters like kitsune, and even hanyou like Inuyasha, as not much more than glorified animals that just happened to know how to talk. Sango was just grateful that this oversight when it came to hanyou had at least meant that there were no rules excluding them from being registered as service youkai. Inuyasha was definitely the first, and technically the agency viewed him no differently than any other service youkai, but it was because Sango and Miroku knew that Kagome did not share that viewpoint that they had both decided they wanted to get to know the miko, and hanyou, better. Hopefully even become their friends, since the monk and slayer didn’t really have any other friends to speak of. Not close friends, at least. Not with Kirara in their lives. Most people they met tended to be wary of her.

 

Inuyasha was wary too, at first, of the humans not the nekomata, and understandably so, but the way Sango and Miroku spoke to him directly as if they really did view him as a person was undeniable. How much Sango truly cared for her feline companion, and even more importantly that Kirara loved her back, was also undeniable. A quick glance shared between hanyou and miko had them both silently agreeing that Sango and Miroku shouldn’t know everything, but if they really thought of him as a person and accepted that he and Kagome were friends, then having the human couple as friends, as well, might not be such a bad thing.

 

At Inuyasha’s subtle nod Kagome told them, then, that they would love to consider them friends, admitting that they didn’t have any other friends, either, although she was careful how she phrased it. She spoke of Inuyasha’s need for other friends, as the only people he interacted with were herself and her family, and that she didn’t have much of a social life herself for reasons it sounded like Sango and Miroku could relate to. Let them take from that that nobody wanted to be her friend because of her ‘pet’ hanyou. Of course, they also knew that until just recently the miko had been harboring Inuyasha illegally, and so of course it would have been hard for her to make friends with such a huge secret.

 

Careful not to refer to Inuyasha and herself simply as ‘we’ too many times, watching how she talked to not sound like they were a couple, Kagome told the monk and slayer, then, that they were welcome to come over from time to time, and Sango also said that the two of them were welcome in her and Miroku’s home, as well. Miroku playfully added that that didn’t mean, however, that he would go easy on them during their monthly field training. Sango had to give those battle simulations her all and he would expect nothing less from the hanyou and miko.

 

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes, but in playful challenge, and simply replied, “You’re on.”

 

Kagome excused herself to begin fixing dinner after that, her plan for something simple that wouldn’t take too long. They’d discussed it before their ‘company’ had arrived and she’d gotten Inuyasha to agree that it’d be best if he just let her handle the cooking this time. At least until they got to know the monk and slayer better. Just because they claimed to view Inuyasha as a person didn’t mean they should reveal just how human-like – aka ‘normal’ – he really was. They didn’t need to know he knew how to cook.

 

Inuyasha expertly cut off any possible questions Miroku or Sango might’ve had for him in the few minutes Kagome was in the kitchen by asking the monk to tell him more about himself, first. Like those shikigami, for example, since Miroku had just recently been teasing that he wouldn’t go easy on them during training. Inuyasha asked the houshi how he’d learned how to create such things, and the monk was still talking about his years of spiritual training by the time Kagome announced dinner was ready.

 

Dinner itself was pleasant, and the evening ended with everyone agreeing that they’d have to do it again sometime soon.