InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Shame ( Chapter 7 )
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By: chelseatygers 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.10.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 779 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.10.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 779 | Status: Work In Progress
*Song for the chapter: Shame by PJ Harvey*
Kagome led her guest into the house, holding his hand since he was walking slowly, distracted by everything. Hojo had promised to tutor her today. She had told Inuyasha that morning that she would be getting a ride home with a friend today, and although he looked disappointed she knew he had been wanting to get back to work and put in a full day for a while. Hojo had his own car, and while it wasn’t the flashiest thing on the block, it was still nice. Kind of like its owner, Kagome mused to herself, immediately feeling guilty.
“Would you like anything to drink, Hojo?” she asked, remembering her manners. The brown-haired boy smiled vaguely at her and grinned.
“Whatever you have is fine with me, Higurashi,” he said pleasantly. She smiled at him while wondering if he even knew her first name.
“Let’s see,” she said, peering into the refrigerator. There were a few cans of beer, a now flat half-empty bottle of soda, and what appeared to be a pitcher of something. “We’ve got, um, iced tea?”
She grabbed the pitcher and placed it on the counter, reaching into the cabinet below to pull out two glasses. Pouring a generous amount into each glass, she handed one to Hojo and took the other for herself. He took a sip, immediately grimacing.
“Th-this isn’t iced tea,” he choked out.
Kagome sipped from her own glass, confused, her expression soon matching his own. It had sure looked like iced tea. But it tasted like something else. It was gross and it burned her throat. She put her glass down and wiped her mouth, sticking her tongue out and making a gagging noise. Hojo laughed and she took his hand again.
“Let’s go up to my room,” she said, followed by a giggle. Suddenly everything seemed hilarious.
“Sure, Kagurashi.”
There was an unfamiliar car in his driveway and he considered “accidentally” scratching it with his keys, but then decided not to take his frustration out on some poor kid’s shitty property. It wasn’t their fault he was in love and in a hopeless situation. Feeling generous, he pushed open the door, immediately bounding up the stairs when he heard Kagome moan loudly from her room. Was she hurt?
Wrenching open the door to her room, Inuyasha walked in on the last thing he expected to see. Kagome was on her back on her cloud-like angel bed, legs hanging off the edge, her nearly sheer uniform blouse unbuttoned all the way and falling off her shoulders. There was a mousy-haired boy in between her breasts, muttering something about love and iced tea. Neither of them even noticed his presence until he roared, “What the fucking fuck?!”
The boy turned around and Inuyasha wasted no time, immediately punching him in the face, barely remembering to hold back at the last second lest he kill him. The kid didn’t even attempt to fight back, so he took pity and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out of the room and down the stairs, tossing him out the door.
“If I ever catch you around Kagome again, I will rip your fucking throat out,” he growled. The boy, obviously getting the message, struggled to his feet and weaved back to his car.
Spitting on the ground to express his disgust in a crude habit he had not indulged in decades, he ran with inhuman speed back to Kagome. His anger fled when he saw the dazed look on her face, as though she had been drugged or—
“Kagome, what did you do?” he whispered with concern, sniffing around her, his nose answering his question. She had found his “demon juice”. It was a special alcohol made for demons by demons since regular alcohol didn’t do the trick with their metabolism. Kagome, not knowing what it was, had consumed it and now she was drunk off her ass. This was all his fault.
“He asked to kiss me, Inuyasha,” she murmured lazily. His eyes shot to hers, shocked she had used his actual name. Kagome was still half-naked and not at all concerned about that, leaning back on her elbows and looking down at where he knelt before her. “You didn’t ask. I like your way better.”
“Kagome,” he whispered. He felt incredibly guilty for again tarnishing her perfect innocence. Actual foreplay was so much worse than just glimpsing a sex scene in a theater. What would Kikyo say? His gaze traveled down to her breasts, where the boy’s saliva still glistened. Intending only to remove every trace of him, Inuyasha reached out with both hands and, without thinking, ran his thumbs over her nipples, wiping the clear substance off. She moaned and arched her back, whispering his name. Glancing back up at her, shocked, he stared into her darkened eyes. They demanded something from him, something he knew a lot about and she didn’t. Entranced, he repeated the movement of his thumbs, this time slower and with a longer stroke, caressing her. She bit her lip and urged him on with her gaze.
Unable to fight his own desires any longer, he rose up and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her the way he really wanted to. She was sloppy and inexperienced but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that she was responding. Her arms circled his neck and he pressed his entire body into her, running his hands up her thighs and sides, memorizing her smoothness.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome moaned, kissing along his cheek and jaw. There was a fire in her eyes now, one that matched his own, and he pressed his clothed erection into her, delighting in her surprised gasp. Kissing and licking his way down her body, he soon arrived at her breasts and introduced them to his tongue. She arched her back into his mouth and pressed down on his head, begging him without words. Placing a gentle kiss on the nipple he was currently toying with, he sucked hard several times, ears twitching when she practically screamed at the new sensations, then he switched to the other. Her hips sought what he had to offer and she brought them up repeatedly, rubbing against him.
He felt her hand trail down his side, pausing to sneak under his shirt and lightly touch his abdominal muscles before she shocked him and boldly ventured into his pants, grabbing his cock and touching it just so. His surprise at her actions brought him back to reality and he yanked himself off of her, disgusted at the way he had eagerly almost raped his step-daughter. A part of himself whispered that she had wanted this, whispered to him that all he had to do was look at her and take a deep breath to reassure himself, but he shook his head. She was young, she was intoxicated, she didn’t know what she was doing whereas he did.
“Um, Kagome, I’m going to get you some water and let you take a nap, alright?”
She rose up onto her elbows again, the peaks of her breasts this time shining with his saliva, something he took a sick pride in. He was standing just at the edge of her bed, in between her spread legs which were still hanging off the bed, her feet almost touching the floor.
“No,” she said stubbornly, almost yelling. “You kissed me before and you touched me today and kissed me. You can’t just run away after that.”
“You’re drunk,” he said urgently, continuing when she shook her head. “You had some of my special liquor. It’s really, really, really strong and even a sip would make a human completely inebriated.”
“I am not drunk and you shouldn’t use such big words,” she said, wrapping her legs loosely around him.
He knew he should untangle himself from this mess, but the way she was looking at him turned him to stone. Kagome kept eye contact with him as she reached down, slowly, and lifted up her skirt. His gaze followed her movements and he watched, fascinated and more aroused than he could ever remember being, as her slender fingers pushed the tiny scrap of white cotton that was her underwear to the side and fluttered down along her slit, coming back up to rub her clit.
“I want you to keep doing what you were doing,” she said.
He nodded, hypnotized by the sight of her touching herself in front of him. He fell to his knees, pushed her hand out of the way, ripped off her panties, and took a long, slow lick from bottom to top. As expected, she tasted divine. She shivered and he licked her again and again, driving his tongue into her while rubbing her clit with a clawed finger, then he switched and stuck his fingers into her hole and licked and sucked her clit. Kagome squirmed and moaned, panting his name. When she was close, he withdrew his tongue from her and rose up to kiss her, his fingers still at work. He pushed her down from her elbows to her back as he shoved her shredded panties into his pocket, the force with which he did so making her eyes open. Leaning on his own elbow, he stared into her eyes, his free hand coming up to toy with her nipple, pinching and tugging on the rosy little nub.
“Cum for me, Kagome,” he said in a low, hoarse voice, barely holding back a growl, not wanting to scare her.
She obeyed with a loud cry, clenching around his fingers rapidly, covering them in her cum. He watched her face, studying its every detail. Her eyes were shut tight and her nose was wrinkled, the few light freckles she had, which he was positive no one else besides the two of them noticed, now nowhere to be seen. Her upper lip trembled and a tear released from each eye, running down her temples and into her midnight hair. The face she made when lost to pleasure fascinated him and he wanted to see it again and again and again. Shuddering almost violently, she reached and held his hand that had been playing with her breast, twining their fingers together, her eyes opening and the look on her face confused, pleased, and startled. Inuyasha kissed her deeply, mentally rejoicing in his success. Not only had he given Kagome her first kiss, he had given her her first orgasm as well. She had been so tight around his fingers and had always behaved in such a way that he now knew for certain she was a super virgin. She had never even touched herself.
Their kiss became more gentle and soft as he tried to communicate his feelings of love to her using only his lips. He took his fingers from her, amazed she was still experiencing aftershocks, and broke the kiss, intending to tell her everything.
“Kagome,” he whispered, staring into her still dazed eyes. “I—have to go.”
He was up and out the door before she could say anything, closing it silently behind him as he sped toward his room. Slamming the door, he fell to his knees with his back still against it. What had he just done? There was no way that things could stay the same after this. He was a terrible person.
He continued berating himself as he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock and stroking it, remembering how Kagome’s hand had felt in the brief instant she had touched him there. Licking his lips, he tasted her juices, growling as he recalled what he had just done. He fumbled around in his pocket until he grasped the small piece of cloth he had stored there just minutes before. He pressed it to his nose and inhaled deeply, then brought it to his mouth and licked the crotch more savagely than he had Kagome. Switching hands, he sucked on his still wet fingers, letting out a groan that almost sounded pained as he came, hard, shuddering just as Kagome had. He looked at the mess in front of him, fingers still in his mouth. He had never cum so hard or so soon just from masturbating. Tucking his now flaccid cock back into his pants, he collapsed on the bed face down, too unsure of himself to even move, her ruined panties beside him.
Kagome led her guest into the house, holding his hand since he was walking slowly, distracted by everything. Hojo had promised to tutor her today. She had told Inuyasha that morning that she would be getting a ride home with a friend today, and although he looked disappointed she knew he had been wanting to get back to work and put in a full day for a while. Hojo had his own car, and while it wasn’t the flashiest thing on the block, it was still nice. Kind of like its owner, Kagome mused to herself, immediately feeling guilty.
“Would you like anything to drink, Hojo?” she asked, remembering her manners. The brown-haired boy smiled vaguely at her and grinned.
“Whatever you have is fine with me, Higurashi,” he said pleasantly. She smiled at him while wondering if he even knew her first name.
“Let’s see,” she said, peering into the refrigerator. There were a few cans of beer, a now flat half-empty bottle of soda, and what appeared to be a pitcher of something. “We’ve got, um, iced tea?”
She grabbed the pitcher and placed it on the counter, reaching into the cabinet below to pull out two glasses. Pouring a generous amount into each glass, she handed one to Hojo and took the other for herself. He took a sip, immediately grimacing.
“Th-this isn’t iced tea,” he choked out.
Kagome sipped from her own glass, confused, her expression soon matching his own. It had sure looked like iced tea. But it tasted like something else. It was gross and it burned her throat. She put her glass down and wiped her mouth, sticking her tongue out and making a gagging noise. Hojo laughed and she took his hand again.
“Let’s go up to my room,” she said, followed by a giggle. Suddenly everything seemed hilarious.
“Sure, Kagurashi.”
***
Inuyasha left the building an hour early, speeding back home. Work seemed so boring and tedious now. He knew it was because of Kagome. He regretted allowing her to get a ride home without even knowing who her friend was. And he missed her. He preferred sitting around and waiting to go see her again to sitting around and barking out orders while pretending to go over paperwork.There was an unfamiliar car in his driveway and he considered “accidentally” scratching it with his keys, but then decided not to take his frustration out on some poor kid’s shitty property. It wasn’t their fault he was in love and in a hopeless situation. Feeling generous, he pushed open the door, immediately bounding up the stairs when he heard Kagome moan loudly from her room. Was she hurt?
Wrenching open the door to her room, Inuyasha walked in on the last thing he expected to see. Kagome was on her back on her cloud-like angel bed, legs hanging off the edge, her nearly sheer uniform blouse unbuttoned all the way and falling off her shoulders. There was a mousy-haired boy in between her breasts, muttering something about love and iced tea. Neither of them even noticed his presence until he roared, “What the fucking fuck?!”
The boy turned around and Inuyasha wasted no time, immediately punching him in the face, barely remembering to hold back at the last second lest he kill him. The kid didn’t even attempt to fight back, so he took pity and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out of the room and down the stairs, tossing him out the door.
“If I ever catch you around Kagome again, I will rip your fucking throat out,” he growled. The boy, obviously getting the message, struggled to his feet and weaved back to his car.
Spitting on the ground to express his disgust in a crude habit he had not indulged in decades, he ran with inhuman speed back to Kagome. His anger fled when he saw the dazed look on her face, as though she had been drugged or—
“Kagome, what did you do?” he whispered with concern, sniffing around her, his nose answering his question. She had found his “demon juice”. It was a special alcohol made for demons by demons since regular alcohol didn’t do the trick with their metabolism. Kagome, not knowing what it was, had consumed it and now she was drunk off her ass. This was all his fault.
“He asked to kiss me, Inuyasha,” she murmured lazily. His eyes shot to hers, shocked she had used his actual name. Kagome was still half-naked and not at all concerned about that, leaning back on her elbows and looking down at where he knelt before her. “You didn’t ask. I like your way better.”
“Kagome,” he whispered. He felt incredibly guilty for again tarnishing her perfect innocence. Actual foreplay was so much worse than just glimpsing a sex scene in a theater. What would Kikyo say? His gaze traveled down to her breasts, where the boy’s saliva still glistened. Intending only to remove every trace of him, Inuyasha reached out with both hands and, without thinking, ran his thumbs over her nipples, wiping the clear substance off. She moaned and arched her back, whispering his name. Glancing back up at her, shocked, he stared into her darkened eyes. They demanded something from him, something he knew a lot about and she didn’t. Entranced, he repeated the movement of his thumbs, this time slower and with a longer stroke, caressing her. She bit her lip and urged him on with her gaze.
Unable to fight his own desires any longer, he rose up and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her the way he really wanted to. She was sloppy and inexperienced but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that she was responding. Her arms circled his neck and he pressed his entire body into her, running his hands up her thighs and sides, memorizing her smoothness.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome moaned, kissing along his cheek and jaw. There was a fire in her eyes now, one that matched his own, and he pressed his clothed erection into her, delighting in her surprised gasp. Kissing and licking his way down her body, he soon arrived at her breasts and introduced them to his tongue. She arched her back into his mouth and pressed down on his head, begging him without words. Placing a gentle kiss on the nipple he was currently toying with, he sucked hard several times, ears twitching when she practically screamed at the new sensations, then he switched to the other. Her hips sought what he had to offer and she brought them up repeatedly, rubbing against him.
He felt her hand trail down his side, pausing to sneak under his shirt and lightly touch his abdominal muscles before she shocked him and boldly ventured into his pants, grabbing his cock and touching it just so. His surprise at her actions brought him back to reality and he yanked himself off of her, disgusted at the way he had eagerly almost raped his step-daughter. A part of himself whispered that she had wanted this, whispered to him that all he had to do was look at her and take a deep breath to reassure himself, but he shook his head. She was young, she was intoxicated, she didn’t know what she was doing whereas he did.
“Um, Kagome, I’m going to get you some water and let you take a nap, alright?”
She rose up onto her elbows again, the peaks of her breasts this time shining with his saliva, something he took a sick pride in. He was standing just at the edge of her bed, in between her spread legs which were still hanging off the bed, her feet almost touching the floor.
“No,” she said stubbornly, almost yelling. “You kissed me before and you touched me today and kissed me. You can’t just run away after that.”
“You’re drunk,” he said urgently, continuing when she shook her head. “You had some of my special liquor. It’s really, really, really strong and even a sip would make a human completely inebriated.”
“I am not drunk and you shouldn’t use such big words,” she said, wrapping her legs loosely around him.
He knew he should untangle himself from this mess, but the way she was looking at him turned him to stone. Kagome kept eye contact with him as she reached down, slowly, and lifted up her skirt. His gaze followed her movements and he watched, fascinated and more aroused than he could ever remember being, as her slender fingers pushed the tiny scrap of white cotton that was her underwear to the side and fluttered down along her slit, coming back up to rub her clit.
“I want you to keep doing what you were doing,” she said.
He nodded, hypnotized by the sight of her touching herself in front of him. He fell to his knees, pushed her hand out of the way, ripped off her panties, and took a long, slow lick from bottom to top. As expected, she tasted divine. She shivered and he licked her again and again, driving his tongue into her while rubbing her clit with a clawed finger, then he switched and stuck his fingers into her hole and licked and sucked her clit. Kagome squirmed and moaned, panting his name. When she was close, he withdrew his tongue from her and rose up to kiss her, his fingers still at work. He pushed her down from her elbows to her back as he shoved her shredded panties into his pocket, the force with which he did so making her eyes open. Leaning on his own elbow, he stared into her eyes, his free hand coming up to toy with her nipple, pinching and tugging on the rosy little nub.
“Cum for me, Kagome,” he said in a low, hoarse voice, barely holding back a growl, not wanting to scare her.
She obeyed with a loud cry, clenching around his fingers rapidly, covering them in her cum. He watched her face, studying its every detail. Her eyes were shut tight and her nose was wrinkled, the few light freckles she had, which he was positive no one else besides the two of them noticed, now nowhere to be seen. Her upper lip trembled and a tear released from each eye, running down her temples and into her midnight hair. The face she made when lost to pleasure fascinated him and he wanted to see it again and again and again. Shuddering almost violently, she reached and held his hand that had been playing with her breast, twining their fingers together, her eyes opening and the look on her face confused, pleased, and startled. Inuyasha kissed her deeply, mentally rejoicing in his success. Not only had he given Kagome her first kiss, he had given her her first orgasm as well. She had been so tight around his fingers and had always behaved in such a way that he now knew for certain she was a super virgin. She had never even touched herself.
Their kiss became more gentle and soft as he tried to communicate his feelings of love to her using only his lips. He took his fingers from her, amazed she was still experiencing aftershocks, and broke the kiss, intending to tell her everything.
“Kagome,” he whispered, staring into her still dazed eyes. “I—have to go.”
He was up and out the door before she could say anything, closing it silently behind him as he sped toward his room. Slamming the door, he fell to his knees with his back still against it. What had he just done? There was no way that things could stay the same after this. He was a terrible person.
He continued berating himself as he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock and stroking it, remembering how Kagome’s hand had felt in the brief instant she had touched him there. Licking his lips, he tasted her juices, growling as he recalled what he had just done. He fumbled around in his pocket until he grasped the small piece of cloth he had stored there just minutes before. He pressed it to his nose and inhaled deeply, then brought it to his mouth and licked the crotch more savagely than he had Kagome. Switching hands, he sucked on his still wet fingers, letting out a groan that almost sounded pained as he came, hard, shuddering just as Kagome had. He looked at the mess in front of him, fingers still in his mouth. He had never cum so hard or so soon just from masturbating. Tucking his now flaccid cock back into his pants, he collapsed on the bed face down, too unsure of himself to even move, her ruined panties beside him.