InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Return Again ❯ Claimed ( Chapter 6 )

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A/N: Believe it or not, the story actually has a plot, but my muses forced me to exorcise this little scene before moving along. Perverted, ne?

VI. Claimed (Return Again Lemon)

She giggled nervously as the bare-chested young man advanced on her like a beast on the hunt. He growled softly as she backed onto the futon, pouncing as soon as he was certain that the soft mattress would cushion her fall. Her giggles erupted into full-fledged laughter when he attacked her neck with a rumbling snarl, playful bites and sultry licks. He settled himself over his shy prey, the curtain of his ebony hair cocooning them as his knee slipped between her legs.

Inuyasha leaned in for a slow, deep kiss as his legs pressed hers apart. His hips rocked teasingly against her. Kagome gasped lightly as her fingers danced down his back, seeking a comfortable hold on the wicked boy who was invoking the most unimaginable feelings in her body.

"Inu… ya… sha… Is that… is that you?" The firm bulge pressed against her heated center as his lips glided against hers in another gentle kiss. "Mmm hmm," she almost felt rather than heard his mumbled response. He pulled back onto his knees as his questing hands snagged under her pajama shirt.

"This has to come off." He tugged at the pink camisole top. "This would be so much easier if you would get rid of these pajama thingies," he groused, glancing lower at her waist. "Pants. Women just shouldn't wear pants."

She laughed. He had no clue how sexist that sounded, yet he looked positively adorable with his frustrated pout. She sat up. "What would you prefer that I wear?"

"Keh. Nothing! Dumb question." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "But if you have to wear something to bed, why not your skirt? That would make much more sense. You can wear these pants during the day. That way, I get easy access and I don't have to worry about other males looking at you." He looked pleased with himself.

She giggled. "I'd feel silly wearing my pajamas all day."

His eyes widened. "No, just the pants. I forbid you from wearing that shirt in front of the village men. Bad enough that the brat has seen you in it." He shuddered as he envisioned the kitsune snuggling into her exposed cleavage. The kid wasn't half as innocent as he pretended to be. Inuyasha's palm slid softly over one of her breasts, cupping her possessively. Her nipple hardened under the thin fabric, drawing his attention back to the matter at hand. "This has to come off."

His hands slipped down to the hem of her camisole, drawing it up and over her head. Kagome leaned in towards him, seeking to hide in another hug. He wrapped his arms around her returning the embrace, his gentle hands smoothing over her body, reassuring her as he kissed the top of her head. "Where were we?" He lowered her back down onto the futon.

Kagome's head was spinning. Inuyasha was loving her and pleasuring her and sharing himself with her more freely than she ever would have imagined. His lips left hers to venture down once again, nipping over her jaw, laving at her neck. A few short months ago, she never would have dared to hope that they might ever become this close. His lips and tongue quested over the swell of her breast. So much had changed, it seemed that her life was spiraling out of control, threatening to leave her behind. His hot, wet mouth closed over her nipple, drawing lightly. She was lost. For the first time in her life, Kagome understood how mortals could be seduced into bartering their souls. Fortunately for her, this demon only demanded her love in return.

But tonight, tonight he was a man. A man who provided for her and protected her, a man who seemed to know and understand things about her body that she could barely comprehend. And yet, as his lips left her nipple and he suckled at the underside of her breast, as heated desire pooled low in her belly once again, she wanted more than anything to nurture him, to heal his bruised and battered soul.

Callused human hands ventured lower, loosening the hem of her pants. His fingers ghosted over exposed flesh towards her hip, lightly brushing a particularly sensitive expanse of skin. Her belly fluttered. Inuyasha drew further back, kissing over the ticklish spot. Kagome's fingers smoothed over his scalp, combing through his long dark hair.

He sat up once again, his fingers hooking under the waistband of her pants. In response to his gentle tug, Kagome raised her hips. Somehow in his elaborate maneuver he caught her underpanties as well, divesting the lower half of her body of its covering in one smooth move. Kagome lay exposed before him. She looked almost wanton with her hair fanned over the futon.

She could smell her own musk. Even in his human state, Inuyasha had to smell it as well. Her legs slid together demurely and her hands settled over her belly. His hand caressed a small foot.

"Kagome, please don't hide yourself from me. I swear, I swear I won't hurt you. If I do anything to make you feel at all uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll stop." Her tentative nod was barely perceptible in the darkness, but her whimpered assent was enough to encourage him to continue.

His hand left her foot, sliding along her pale leg. He surprised her by moving up past the source of her musk, settling on his side next to her on the futon. He leaned in for a kiss as his hand caressed her inner thigh, questing towards the juncture of her legs. She squeaked with uncertainty as his fingers glided over her glistening folds. Inuyasha leaned over her, pressing her back into the futon as he deepened the kiss, the slow circular glide of his fingers coaxing a soft rocking motion from her hips. She gripped a bicep as one finger pressed slowly into her opening.

Their breathing was laboured as his demanding lips released her mouth. Inuyasha watched her intently, his entire being focused on detecting any sign of distress. Her fingers gradually loosened on his arm as he tentatively probed her slick, velvet heat. He captured her soft sigh with his mouth as he curled his finger, pressing and stroking with more confidence. He withdrew, tasting her liquid heat before pressing back into her with two fingers. Distracting her with another deep kiss, he felt her body yield to his dexterous touch.

To be sure, Inuyasha ventured down to soothe her heated folds with his tongue. She tasted like she smelled. It was unlike anything he had ever known, but she was damn delicious. He licked at her slick flesh, suckled at her nub. Her fingers tangled in the silk of his locks as she moaned softly. His tongue trailed down into her core, laving away the faint trace of blood. She writhed beneath him, open and dripping and ready.

Inuyasha loosened his hakama as he positioned himself over his mate. But as he settled himself against her hips, Kagome stiffened. He backed away.

Kagome blinked. Why did he stop? He'd been… they had been… and then he was about to…

"Inuyasha?"

"Kagome. I'm… sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you so fast."

"Why did you stop?" Her voice was pleading.

"You're not ready." This is fucking torture. "Don't worry about it. We don't have to do this tonight."

"But Inuyasha, I… I want to finish this."

The room was silent. Kagome wondered whether the entire village could hear her heart pounding.

"Well," his voice sounded strained, "you're not going to finish anything over there."

So that's it, she realized, this has to be my choice. It wasn't a difficult one - she crawled over to Inuyasha, who had settled against the wall once again, and straddled his lap. She rocked against him tentatively. "Where were we?"

He grasped her hips as she discovered a sensuous rhythm. His motion was limited, seated as he was, but he worked to meet her as best he could. She shuddered above him.

"Inuyasha… I need… to feel… more of you."

It took just a moment before he was suddenly there, his firm flesh pressed upright against her slick folds. She moved against him, her body savouring the contact with his throbbing desire. His fingers slid between them, lubricating them both. Then he shifted and was still.

Kagome held herself motionless, poised over their completion. Inuyasha gripped her as she clung tightly to him for support. She rested her head against his, focusing on his rosary as she began the slow descent into bliss.

He stretched her slowly. Millimeter by millimeter, Inuyasha held his burning desire in check. Kagome tentatively sought her barrier, preparing to impale herself if that's what it would take to quench the indescribable itch worming its way through her pores. But there was no barrier. Inuyasha realized this before she did, finally taking matters into his own hands. Holding her firmly, he pulled her down as he began to work inside her.

It felt… strange. He was inside her. Inuyasha was inside her, and it didn't hurt. He nuzzled her neck, captured her lips in a kiss. Then his teeth tugged at her ear.

"Kagome… Kagome… mine. Love you. Mine."

Her heart swelled. His pace quickened. She clung to him, kissed his forehead, his cheek, his lips. "I love you too." With a final thrust and a swallowed grunt, he stilled. His hands still held her hips so tight against his that she thought he might never let her go.

It might have been only a moment, it might have been eternity, but he finally broke the stillness with the gentle rocking of his hips against hers. And he was still in her. She released the breath she had been holding for what seemed like forever, and he looked up into her tear-stained face.

"Kagome. Are you alright?" He sounded panicked, his fingers brushed over her cheeks.

"Inuyasha, I've never felt so right."

Love you. Thank you.