InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Novel Comfort ( Chapter 27 )

Title: Novel Comfort

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Genderbender

Place Earned: none

Genre: Hentai

Rating: R

Word count: 3,822

Warnings: sexual content, Yuri

 

 

**Warnings and Info**

Canon post-manga

This story is Yuri, with a kinky twist.

Many of the female authors at IYHed said they don't usually like yuri, but they enjoyed this story a lot. I encourage you to at least give this story a try. Who knows, you may like it!

 

 

Novel Comfort

 

Kagome sighed, not looking forward to the mind-numbing task before her. But that was too harsh; it wouldn't take her more than an hour to roll and organize all the new scrolls. She was in training to be the village miko and healer, but no one knew how long Kaede would remain among the living. So the old miko had been writing down every spell, potion, and remedy she could remember, just in case she didn't have the opportunity to import the knowledge to her pupil in person. Kagome's job now was to read each scroll, gain at least a basic knowledge of its contents, roll it up, and put it away. Several shelves in her and Inuyasha's hut were dedicated to holding the scrolls, and she took their organization very seriously. Her biggest concern was that she would be unable to find a particular scroll when she needed it.

 

Sighing again, she took the first new arrival in hand and began to read. She made it about five lines before her mind began to wander…

 

She had been increasingly melancholic lately, and she knew why. Inuyasha and Miroku had been gone for three months. Three months! Sesshoumaru of all people had called Inuyasha away on official business that was supposed to take a week tops, and the monk had gone along as much to keep the hanyou in line as to provide some company. Three tortuous months later, and the boys still didn't know when they would be done whatever the hell they were doing. They kept up regular correspondence through Myouga, but there were certain things that couples couldn't do from a distance. Like talking, for example. Their futon seemed so big and lonely without Inuyasha's lean, muscular form lying in it. She missed the way he held her as she slept. She missed the way his eyes glowed after they kissed, or how it felt to lie in his embrace after they made love…

 

Two years of sex whenever she wanted it had done nothing to calm her drive for it. Now she was paying for indulging in the pleasures of that heavenly body of his so much over the past couple years. Her desires hadn't subsided over the past three months, but now there was no Inuyasha to relieve them. Pleasuring herself took the edge off, but her own hands weren't enough. She longed for the press of a warm body against hers, the ghosting of hot breath against her neck, the feel of hot male flesh sliding inside her over and over again…

 

Cheating on Inuyasha was out of the question; the thought of lying with another man was absolutely revolting to her. But that didn't help with the near-constant ache between her legs and in her heart. If she wasn't horny, she was missing just being in his presence. The futon still smelled like him, which was very distracting, but she couldn't bring herself to change the sheets. How many times had she lied awake at night, stuck in that agonizing limbo between arousal and sleep?

 

Last night she discovered that she wasn't the only one who felt this way. She knew Sango missed her husband, but she hadn't known that the intensity and intimacy of the slayer's feelings matched her own. Until last night, that is…

 

 

The afternoon had seen the wedding of a young couple in the village, and the festivities lasted long into the night. The father of the bride broke out his store of sake to mark the occasion. Everyone probably partook a little too much in the drink, she and Sango included. After leaving the celebration, the two women decided to make the trip to the secret hot spring Inuyasha had discovered deep in the forest a year ago. They lurched and stumbled along the path the hanyou had cleared, giggling and making merry the whole way.

 

Sinking into the steaming water proved almost too relaxing. Their exuberance subsided rather quickly, and each turned to her own thoughts. In the quiet of the night, with only the sounds of nature breaking the overwhelming stillness, neither could stave off a powerful sense of loneliness. Their minds unknowingly turned in the same direction—toward a loved one in some faraway place, out of reach. Kagome sank low in the water, sitting on a perfectly-placed rock ledge and blowing tiny bubbles as she stared off into space.

 

“You're sitting in my favorite spot,” Sango spoke up sadly. “Houshi-sama likes to sit right there and then I climb on his lap and then we—” She cut herself off, more because of the fresh waves of yearning the steamy memories conjured than of her still-inebriated inhibitions. Biting her lower lip, Sango turned her head to the side, her cheeks flushing as visible tension mounted in her shoulders. Kagome knew the pose well; it was the posture of an unsatisfied woman reliving very satisfying memories, with physical results. Her heart melted in sympathy. Sango had always seemed like the type of woman who would view sex as a marital duty, not necessarily a privilege or source of pleasure. Apparently in the process of five years of marriage and siring three children, Miroku had managed to convince her otherwise. Kagome couldn't do for Sango what the monk could, but she could at least try to offer some comfort.

 

“Come here, Sango-chan,” she ordered kindly. Blinking in confusion, the slayer nevertheless complied, stopping at a distance of a few feet.

 

“What is it, Kagome-chan?” she asked. Kagome grinned at her, amused at how she appeared even more flustered up close. It was positively adorable how she was trying to hide it.

 

“Turn around.” When Sango did so, Kagome grabbed her elbows and pulled her back to sit on the ledge between her splayed knees. Her inner thighs rested against Sango's backside, and a few scant inches separated her simmering core from the other woman's skin.

 

“Kagome-chan, what are you—oh.” Sango's question turned into a pleased groan as Kagome's well-practiced hands began working on her shoulders and upper back. Inuyasha loved her massages, and she had as a result become very adept at them. Sango's stressed muscles became like putty in her hands; she was an artist, her fingers the tools and Sango's back the canvas. Gradually the slayer's body became pliant, slouched over so her nose nearly touched the water. Kagome's hands moved south, giving her lower back the same treatment. Sango's contented moans and gasps of pleasure were a constant encouragement.

 

And those sultry sounds ultimately proved to be Kagome's undoing. They resembled too closely noises of gratification made in more stimulating circumstances. They combined with the feel of Sango's skin under her hands and the slayer's close proximity, until Kagome could no longer prevent herself from adding her own whispered whines and whimpers to the scene. Her mouth hung open partway, her breath coming in short, quick bursts. Her heartbeat accelerated, seeming to pump awakening vitality to every nerve in her body. Even through the warmth of the water she could feel the heat of Sango's body, so close, so close…

 

Finally it all became too much. Kagome lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her friend and pressing her entire front against Sango's back. Her lungs heaved, driving hot breath into the slayer's neck while simultaneously dragging erect nipples against her back. Her hips gyrated of their own accord, unconsciously seeking release from the waves of throbbing lust which emanated between them. Sango stiffened against her, and in a moment of despair Kagome thought she would pull away and bolt to the other side of the spring. Instead, the slayer sank lower in the water, slowly drawing Kagome's arms apart so she could put a short distance between them. Then she turned and faced the miko.

 

“Kagome-chan…” was all she could manage, her loose jaw and rosy complexion matching her friend's. And that's when Kagome knew she wasn't crazy. That she wasn't the only one aroused to the point of insanity by their innocent massage. That Sango…wanted this as much as she did. Encouraged, Kagome inched forward, leaning in as Sango's raised chin and lowered eyelids urged her closer still. She paused, hesitating on the precipice of something novel, a comfort that was equal parts frightening and irresistible. Then, her lips' journey ended with the bestowing of a tender kiss.

 

This was nothing like kissing Inuyasha, she quickly realized, and therefore her imagination could not allow her to pretend that it was him. She was surprised to discover that she didn't mind at all. Sango's lips spun a siren's song as they moved against hers, instantly enchanting the miko. So soft…like the most delicate silk. The kiss was languid and relaxing, but it didn't stay that way. Sango applied more force, pushing until Kagome leaned back against the bank and then pinning her head to the shore. Suddenly the miko found Sango looming over her, the slayer's knee placed firmly between her thighs. Their breasts mashed together as Sango's tongue nudged insistently against Kagome's lips. A small opening initiated the plundering, with Kagome's moist appendage ardently rising to tangle with the invader. But it was a losing battle; Sango was as ferocious a kisser as she was a fighter, and the miko was soon forced into submission. She didn't mind that either.

 

She quivered as Sango's hands began running over her skin, returning the earlier favor. Her abdominal muscles jumped and fluttered under the slayer's fingertips, begging them to proceed lower or higher, she couldn't say which. Then a stray digit touched that special place in her side, and Kagome finally broke the kiss as a giggle escaped her. Sango froze, her eyes suddenly bulging out of her skull as she took in the flushed and disheveled appearance of the miko underneath her. Kagome's brown orbs rose shyly to make contact, and she imagined her own expression was much the same as the slayer's. Their thoughts at least matched, though neither knew it at the time. Oh, Kami, what were we just doing?! That's just…wrong. But it felt so good…

 

“I-I think we should head home,” Sango whispered. Kagome could only nod and watch as the slayer climbed out of the spring and got dressed. And she did watch, unable to look away. Sango was, for lack of a better word, stunning. She kept herself in such amazing physical shape, and not even bearing three children detracted from her beauty. And when Kagome rose from the pool and replaced her clothing, she felt Sango's eyes upon her, eliciting goose bumps on her naked flesh. The journey back to the village was understandably quiet, and after a mumbled `good night,' each woman departed for her own hut. Neither was able to fall asleep, however.

 

Their first encounter the following day was awkward, but not in the way either anticipated. There was embarrassment, yes, but no regret or self-reproach that would signal that the previous night would never be spoken of again. Both broadcast clearly that they were intrigued, waiting for their next bath alone in the hot spring…

 

 

Kagome started, shaking her head to clear it. If she continued to think about Sango she would never get her work done. So, putting all those distracting contemplations aside, she went back to the top of the first scroll and began reading. It was a tough battle, but she willed her mind to stay focused. She doubted she would remember any of this tomorrow though. Picking up the last scroll, she choked and sputtered as she read the name of the potion, dropping the paper on the floor. Recovered, she hesitated, regarding the fallen parchment warily before carefully reaching for it. She had to be mistaken. There was no way the writing had said what she thought it did. Right?

 

Nope. The inscription was not an illusion, and her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. But she was quite certain some mischievous Kami was. She had discovered a spell like that the day after the events of last night? That was incredibly suspicious. But she was getting ahead of herself; perhaps the title of the spell was a misnomer. Perhaps it didn't do what she thought it did. Reading the entire thing, she gulped. Yep, it did exactly what the title had lead her to believe it would. Whoa, boy…

 

Ten minutes later, Kagome was wearing a path into the floor of the hut, pacing back and forth and gesturing wildly to herself. The final scroll sat innocently on the table, oblivious to the internal struggle of its new owner.

 

“This is crazy, Kagome!” she said aloud, not caring in the slightest that she was talking to herself. “Being with Sango is one thing, but this…this…” she trailed off, suddenly wavering. Were the two extremes really that different? Was either of them ok? Had she already cheated on Inuyasha by kissing Sango last night?

 

She frowned. What she and Sango shared certainly hadn't felt like cheating. She still loved Inuyasha, and if he walked through the door at that moment she would have no trouble dragging him to bed and never again thinking about another woman. But he wasn't here. He couldn't comfort her now. Was it so wrong to seek out someone who could, a woman who felt more like a sister to her than a friend? She didn't think so. But would it make a difference if this scroll became involved? Again, she didn't think so. Besides, she had always wondered…

 

Throwing a pot over the fire, she set about gathering the ingredients.

 

 

Her resolve had almost entirely deserted her by the time she reached the hot spring that evening. Sango accompanied her, and if she though the trek back last night was awkward, it was nothing compared to this evening's trip. The slayer's expression was guarded, so she couldn't tell whether Sango was having second thoughts. They both got in, Kagome leaving the small bottle of potion in her clothing. Neither said anything for awhile. Finally, Sango broke the silence.

 

“Kagome-chan…I'm sorry I was so rough. I got a little carried away last night.” Kagome stared dumbly at her for a few seconds. She's worried about that? Is she crazy! She nixed that thought; they were both a little crazy, after all.

 

“Don't apologize. I didn't mind,” she replied. It was an encouraging sign; if Sango was willing to talk about it, then maybe…

 

Kagome didn't give herself any time to consider, wading closer to the slayer. They stared at each other for a long moment, then Kagome raised her hand placed it on Sango's cheek. The slayer leaned into the touch, her eyes sliding shut as a relieved sigh escaped her lips. Those moist, silky lips, so full, so ripe… Seeing no point in denying herself, Kagome leaned in and planted her lips on Sango's. This time the slayer remained pliant in Kagome's arms, apparently content to let the other be the aggressor this time. That was fine with the miko too.

 

This time it was Sango who wound up pinned against the bank, Kagome's hungry mouth devouring her. Their heaving breasts rubbed tantalizingly against each other, and Kagome wondered if Sango enjoyed having them touched as much as she did. Pulling away from the slayer's mouth, she trailed kisses down to her neck and suckled on the pulse point, enjoying the tremors that ran through Sango's frame. The slayer nearly jumped when Kagome's hand clasped gently over her breast. Her back arched, pushing her sensitized nipple more firmly into the other's palm. Her head flew back in a soundless cry as Kagome clutched Sango's other breast with her free hand, and began massaging both of them with languid movements.

 

The miko pulled back, mesmerized by the sensual ebb and flow of Sango's body. She was overwhelmed, lost in the sensations that had been absent from her life for far too long. Kagome pressed her advantage, removing a hand and replacing it with her lips. Sango's choked gasp signaled her approval, as the miko tenderly suckled a nipple like an infant, grateful that the mother was not currently lactating. Sango's hand worked its way under Kagome's, pinching her other nipple, a clear sign that she wanted more. Kagome sucked harder, even biting lightly and wringing a pleased hiss from her lover. With Sango's hand occupying her other breast, it left both Kagome's hands free to wander, and she did not waste the opportunity. Sango's stomach quivered under the onslaught, her thighs parting in anticipation. Kagome pulled back, not touching the slayer except for one hand on her lower belly. She wanted to see Sango's face as she crossed this final threshold. As soon as Sango lifted her head to question the pause, Kagome's hand shifted downward.

 

Sango convulsed, her head falling back again, plaintive mewls emerging uninhibited from her throat. She was burning up, Kagome's clever hand stoking the flames. The world began and ended at her core, being torn down by sensation that was so good and yet not quite enough. She too had experimented with self-gratification in recent weeks, and this was all too similar to that, even though it was Kagome's hand instead of her own. The miko could bring her to completion, but she could not truly provide the satisfaction she sought. Evidently, Kagome realized this as well.

 

“Do you trust me, Sango-chan?” she asked, pausing her ministrations long enough for the slayer to recover some of her scattered mind. Sango nodded, then nearly cried out when Kagome pulled away from her and began wading across the spring. She anxiously watched as her lover rummaged through her clothes until she found a small bottle containing some kind of dark liquid. Downing the contents in one swig, Kagome moved back over to the center of the spring. She appeared to be waiting expectantly for something to happen. Suddenly the miko shrieked, doubling over at the waist, though Sango couldn't tell whether from pain or pleasure.

 

“Kagome-chan! What's wrong?!” But Kagome couldn't hear her, nor could she feel the slayer's concerned hand on her shoulder. The entire lower half of her body throbbed, obliterating the input from all her other senses. A tingling began at her core, intensifying and rapidly spreading to all her other extremities before her body seemed to explode and the world went white. She awoke to warm water splashing on her face and Sango's worried voice in her ear.

 

“Kami, Kagome-chan! Are you alright?” Opening her eyes, Kagome saw the concerned face of the slayer, but she didn't respond. Something was…odd. She felt strange in a way that both spooked and excited her. Looking down at herself, she could only see her breasts gently bobbing in the water. Gingerly moving her hand toward her waist, she encountered something that shouldn't have been there. Something hard. Gasping, she yanked her hand back. She had felt that small touch in two places, both through her hand and through her…

 

Slowly she reached back, and this time when her finger contacted the strange object, she wrapped her hands around it. Oh, yes, she definitely felt that. Oh, Kami…it worked! The potion had indeed taken effect; she now had a full-size, entirely real, penis.

 

“What's wrong, Kagome-chan?” Sango spoke up again. Not finding words, Kagome grasped the slayer's wrist and drew her hand down until she too touched the hardened length rising from between her legs. Sango's eyes opened wide as saucers, and instantly Kagome knew her lover was having second thoughts. On the one hand, this was bizarre in a hundred different ways. On the other, she knew exactly what the new object was, and what she wanted Kagome to do with it. Indecision wracked her brain, fear warring with desire.

 

“Do you trust me, Sango-chan?” Kagome repeated. And just like that, the fear was gone. If it were anyone else… Well, if it were anyone else she wouldn't have made out with them in the first place. But this was Kagome, the sister she never had, the one she turned to first whenever she had a problem her husband couldn't help her with, and sometimes even when he could. Their relationship was unfathomably close, and it was about to get a lot closer.

 

Standing, Sango grabbed Kagome's hands and pulled her to the edge of the spring. She settled against the bank, drawing Kagome down on top of her. Her ankles crossed on her lover's back, trapping her. Not that the miko had any intention of leaving. The sensations jolting through her member, just from the simple action of rubbing it against Sango's folds, were enough to make her knees wobble. She had been thinking of Sango's pleasure when making the potion, but she now realized that her own satisfaction was well within reach. Sango's hand against her cheek brought her attention to the slayer's face. Her dark orbs shone with such softness, such longing, that it nearly brought tears to Kagome's eyes. They would comfort each other in this time of need, as only those with eternally connected hearts can.

 

Fortunately, Kagome's new manhood did not come with a male ego, so she was glad the phallus was not particularly large. She prodded awkwardly at Sango's entrance, thwarted by the tightness of her opening. Sango groaned in discomfort and desire. Finally, the head sunk in, wringing moans from both women. The pair locked eyes, neither looking away as Kagome slowly pushed deeper. Then finally, their hips touched, and she could go no further. They remained that way for a long time, as each adjusted to novel or nearly forgotten sensations. Sango rolled her hips, signaling her readiness, and Kagome complied, pulling out gradually and pushing back in.

 

The pace was erratic at first, but the lovers quickly established a rhythm, quickening as grunts and groans grew louder and inexorable climaxes neared. Kagome pounded into Sango now, the slayer's velvety walls milking her with every stroke. The hardness seemed to penetrate to Sango's very soul, injecting life into a part of her that had been steadily fading. The rhythm faltered as the storm clouds gathered, disruptive tremors already wracking their bodies. Then, with dual screams of ecstasy, the short fuses on their bodies ran out, and the resulting twin detonations caused the world to collapse in on itself.

 

It took many minutes for the two lovers to descend from their highs. They lay in each other's arms, each completely sated for the first time in three months. Kagome felt a tingle in her groin, much less pronounced than the first time, and upon reaching down discovered that the phallus was gone and she was wholly a woman again.

 

“Hey, Kagome-chan?” Sango asked with mischief in her voice. “You think you could make up another batch of that potion?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Good. I think I'd like to try it next time.”

 

 

A/N - Whoa, boy. I think I need a cold shower after this one. A very cold shower.