InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Lies ❯ Chapter 6

(Does anyone have any good fanfics that I can read? I like to read when I’m not writing but I’m having a hard time finding good stories…I like descriptive HOT stories, too…Or at least a story with a decent plot. There was this one story I read a while ago and I LOVED it but I can’t remember what it was…

It was something along the lines of…Kagome and Inuyasha had finally become Mated and they had a happy family. A boy and a girl. There was this other woman who wanted Inuyasha so she did something to make Kagome lose her memory and send her through the well with no memory of her, Inuyasha or her children…(years I think) she comes back…with no memory and Inuyasha finds her. He brings her along with him, taking her to some of the places they’d always went to and copied some things that had happened in the past in hopes of jogging her memory…near the middle or so of the story, when Kagome is falling in love with Inuyasha, she hears him talking to Kaede(or someone) and hears him say, “What I want is my damn mate back”. She thinks he wants to sacrifice her to bring Kikyou back…but all he really meant was that he wanted Kagome to have her memory back.  

Near the end in the battle Inuyasha goes full Demon and lashes out at Kagome while she’s trying to bring him back and then Inuyasha’s son walks up to him, unafraid(recognizing him as his Father) and runs up and hugs Demon Inuyasha’s legs…yada yada…I don’t have any hope of finding that story again but it was worth a shot… x_x )

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Chapter Six

Kagome lifted her arm and sniffed. She smelled the same. But would she smell the same to a Demon’s nose? She closed her eyes; she was overreacting. She trusted Kouga—to an extent. He always kept his promises and he’d promised that Inuyasha wouldn’t know. She didn’t want Inuyasha to know.

It would definitely work in Kouga’s favor if Inuyasha knew what had transpired between the two. All hell would break loose…but she didn’t think Kouga would hurt her like that. She adjusted the scarf at her neck and wondered just how the hell she was going to keep that on long enough for that hicky to go away. At least she knew it was a little on the cold side in the Feudal Era. Well, Inuyasha was getting what he wanted. She was “coming back early”. And as she hitched her legs over the side of the well, she realized just how nervous she was.

Time and space suspended around her as she jumped into the Well. She knew the instant she was in the Feudal Era; she lifted her head and felt raindrops on her face. “Just my luck.” Kagome whispered and hefted the yellow backpack over her shoulder and started the long climb up. It was a little difficult, especially when it had been raining before she’d appeared. The thick roots were a little slippery but she made it up without any problems, just a little slower than usual.

Her hair was wet by the time she pulled herself up to sit on the wooden edge. Just great. Just freaking great. She adjusted her shoulder and pulled the backpack higher over her shoulder as she slid down. And dropped it seconds later as she jerked an arrow from her back and notched it in the bow, spinning around.

“Whoa, Kagome.”

She lowered the arrow, a sigh of relief filtering through her. “You scared me.” She’d felt the upcoming presence of a Demon bearing down on her and reacted without thinking. If she’d been paying attention she would have realized it was Kouga. “Ugh…Sorry.” She could feel the heat rushing into her cheeks as she stared at him in the rain. What was she supposed to say to the man who’d taken her virginity almost two nights ago?

“Where’s dog shit?” That sweet little blush of hers never seemed to fully go away. And it pissed him off that dog shit wasn’t here, keeping her out of the rain.

“He, ugh, doesn’t know I’m back.”

And that was all it took before she was in his arms and the forest was a blur.

“Kouga! What are you doing?!” She hadn’t even seen him move. She was vaguely aware of her backpack slung over his shoulder as he tore through the forest, jumping from tree to tree, boulder to boulder.

“Spend a little time with me.”

“But Inuyasha—“

“You said he doesn’t know you’re back.” They’d been upwind when she’d come through the Well and dammit, he wanted to spend some more time with her. That night had been the most that  he’d spent with her and hell if it wasn’t addicting. He didn’t care about the fucking—well, he did—but he could settle for holding her.

“But—“ She hid her face against the vee of his neck as the rain stung her skin. He hunched over her slightly immediately, blocking her from the raindrops.

Had Inuyasha ever done that?

She knew it was useless—she could fight him, but why…--Kouga had that way about him. He never really listened to reason. He just took what he wanted like the first time he’d kidnapped her.

He was fast. One moment they were out in the rain and the next the ceiling of the cave hovered overhead. “Kouga, we can’t—“

“I’m not asking for anything, Kagome. Just a little time.” No, he wasn’t asking for anything. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking it. Ever since she’d left, that was all he’d been able to think about. The moment she’d said that Inuyasha didn’t know she wasn’t back, he’d taken advantage. Dog shit didn’t know she was back; she could spend a little more time with him and no one would know for the better. HE didn’t care if anyone knew, but he knew Kagome did.

Kagome took her damp backpack and silently groaned. How much was wet? And she really needed to change her clothes. They weren’t soaking wet but they were damp enough to where she really didn’t want them to dry while she was wearing them.

“Kouga—“

He stepped in front of her, his hands cupping her cheeks. “I know I said one night and I meant it. Dog shit doesn’t know you’re with me; he doesn’t know you’re back period. I can’t have you. Spend a little more time with me…”

“I’m cold?” Kagome said instead but it didn’t come out the way she wanted it to.

Kouga chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, not giving her a chance to protest. She was cold. But his Kagome was random; she talked without thinking half the time because she didn’t know what else to do.

This would be the last time he had her to himself. He promised himself that. He swore it. This was only temporary and he’d be a fool to think otherwise and he was no fool. “Then let’s get you out of those clothes.” He murmured against her neck, his face buried in her hair. Gods, she smelled good. He laughed softly and kissed her neck. “Didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”

“I know.” His arms were a warm welcome around her body. He had to know that she wasn’t totally against it because she didn’t pull away. A part of her didn’t want to. “My clothes are wet.”

“I noticed. You can wear one of my shirt tops.” He murmured, releasing her and turning away.

Wear one of his shirts? Kagome closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe that she was here again. She kept her eyes closed; she wasn’t ready to face that place across the room again. She remembered in vivid detail what had taken place there and she wasn’t one to skip the point. She’d liked what he’d done. She’d enjoyed…she’d moaned in his arms. She’d came in his arms.

“Lift your arms.”

His voice came, low and soft and she obediently lifted her arms. The damp shirt was whisked over her head. She kept her eyes closed as she felt the tiny clasp at the back of her bra pop free and then a large, unfamiliar materialized shirt was whisked over her head. Her eyes opened when she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“I’ll let you take those off.”

She followed his gaze. Yea, that would probably be a good idea. And dammit, Kouga actually turned away when she kicked off her shoes and hooked her thumbs in the band of her jeans and pushed them down. His shirt covered her from neck to mid-thigh. He was already half-naked when she turned around; the only thing covering him was a fur like pair of shorts covering his muscled thighs.

He grinned. “So what do you want to do, Kagome?”

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It was the simplest of things what he wanted to do. She didn’t know what to do so the only answer she could come up with was “I don’t know”. He’d responded by tugging her into his lap and rolling over so that they were lying down on the furred mattress. He’d wrapped one arm around her shoulders from beneath and tugged her further up against him until her head was nestled in the crook of his shoulder.

He smelled good.

“Just wanna hold you.” Was all he’d said.

Kagome hadn’t realized how good it could feel to just be…held. His body was warm and soft against hers, his muscles were firm, but still soft against her…This was…nice.

“—And Ginta knocked my ass off the cliff.” Kouga murmured against her hair, chuckling.

Kagome opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure what he was talking about but the image of Ginta knocking Kouga off a cliff was a little amusing. She’d never thought the Wolf Demon had it in him. Kouga kept talking, his voice a deep timber, telling her about his childhood. She was so comfortable, so warm that his voice was luring her to sleep—

“—But someone else came and kicked my ass, just not literally.”

She opened her eyes again at that. “What…?”

Kouga laughed softly and ran his hand down her back again, his fingers tugging at the material, up and down. “She knocked me down a notch, that’s for sure.”

He wasn’t making sense but he’d definitely caught her attention. If only he wouldn’t keep talking in that voice, keep touching her with his hands…”What?”

“A strange girl. But I’ll never forget her. She had me on my knees…” His next words had her eyes closing. “Never thought I’d have a chance with her, least of all this.” And his hand took up that soothing sensation on her back again. Somewhere along his stories he’d made it to where he’d met her.

Kouga closed his eyes as she shifted in his arms, one leg sliding up to rest her thigh over his. She definitely didn’t know what she was doing. He could feel how heavy her body was against his side and arm, she was almost asleep. He curled his arm around her tighter and lifted her slightly so that he could kiss her forehead. “You’re really not from here, are you?” He whispered.

“Uh mmm.” Kagome almost wished that he’d keep talking. She kind of liked his voice. It was deep, rumbling against her cheek whenever he talked. She shifted, her leg rising up higher, moving closer against his body. She’d never slept with another man like this, not even Inuyasha.

“Kagome?” Kouga murmured, pressing his hand flat against her back. His voice was a little rough on her name, tight, but still that soothing timber.

“Hmmm…?”

How was he supposed to tell her to move her leg? She definitely wasn’t fully awake or she would have felt what her thigh was resting on. Because he was so fucking hard and that in just seconds. Only Kagome could do that to him. His hand hovered over her ass, he could move her himself but if he touched her she was likely to move away. He lifted his leg, trying to think—she followed his move, as if seeking the comfort of his body.

“Kagome…” His voice was tight and low as he reached down and cupped the back of her thigh—finally—keeping her from moving her leg again. Jesus, she was going to make him cum. Hell, only Kagome could do that to him.

Her eyes open slowly as she felt that large, warm hand cup the back of her thigh, squeezing gently. Her first thought—memory—was what had happened on this same bed. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed, her cheeks growing hot against his chest. He squeezed her thigh again, a little tighter as she started to rise. He made a coughing sound in the back of his throat, barely audible.

“Ugh…Kagome, move your leg.” And then, as if in afterthought: “Slowly…”

She felt it then. The long, hard ridge that pressed up against the inside of her thigh. It was thick and throbbing, a reminder of what had transpired. She hadn’t realized she’d been…”Oh God, I’msosorry—“ She whispered in a rush, her words jumbling together. She lifted up against his side, dragging her leg back and he groaned. His hand tightened around her thigh, his fingers nearly encompassing her entire thigh. He tugged her thigh back those few inches and pressed it against his cock—hard.

“Kouga—“ Kagome whispered, that same heat tingling in her cheeks as her hand curled into a tight fist against his chest.

“Ugh, don’t move.” His voice came out almost garbled. She glanced up at his face. His eyes were clenched shut and she swore he was in pain—but she knew better. It didn’t make sense, it didn’t even seem possible that her thigh—her thigh—could give him the pleasure that he was feeling. But he’d already told her that her touch drove him crazy.

“I’m not.” Her voice was weak; she didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t see how her face could get any redder but it did when he moved her leg again, rubbing the hard ridge of his dick against her thigh again. She wasn’t sure when she did it, but her face was buried against his neck.

Kouga gripped her leg, holding it tight against his cock. Fuuck…when had that happened? He hadn’t meant to scare her, whether he had or not and he sure as hell hadn’t meant to get turned on. And he’d meant even less to start another sexual frenzy because that was definitely what he was feeling right now. He’d told her, he’d tried to let go of her thigh, but that small dragging sensation had had him pulling her leg back. It…felt…too…damn…good.

He gripped her thigh, his nails leaving indentions in her skin as he ground her thigh against him before moving it along his dick. He groaned, the sound low and heavy. He rocked his hips up slightly, digging the thick ridge into her thigh before slowly rubbing her thigh back and forth over him.

Shit, he hadn’t meant…

But she was too damn good.

“Fuck.” Kouga hissed out. His hand fisted in the material covering her back, dragging it up with the movement. He held onto it before his knuckles came in contact with bare skin. And her sweet, delicious scent drifted up.

“Come ‘ere.” Kouga dipped his hand lower, his fingers tangling in the lacy material that covered her ass and tugged her to the side before both of his hands settled over her hips and tugged her over him.

Kagome’s head lifted, her eyes searching for him in the semi-darkness. “Kouga—“ She whispered.

One of his hands slid into her hair, silencing her as he tugged her head back down onto his chest; she straddled him. And he rocked his hips up, slowly grinding his dick up against her. He clenched his eyes shut again, a rough breath escaping. He could smell her arousal and it teased his senses like nothing else, it fed them. His fingers dug into her hips and he rocked her slowly back and forth; her muffled moan didn’t go unnoticed.

She could feel the thick, hard ridge of his dick through the thin layer of her panties and the material covering him. He ground up against her groin, digging the ridge hard into her. She shuddered. Was she really here, doing this again? They weren’t doing anything other than dry humping each other. Was she really moving against him?

Yes, she realized. She was moving her hips against him, her hips rocking as he gave slow, hard rolling of his hips upward.

If she hadn’t been in this position she would have laughed. Dry humping? She was incapable of laughing right now. One of his hands was in her hair again, clenching the silken strands as her back arched with each grind, a sensual movement in the semi darkness.

She could so come like this.

The next rolling grind had her biting his chest, muffling her moan. He groaned beneath her and twisted the hand that was at her hip low, forcing it between their grinding bodies. His hand moved for a second and then she felt a long finger hooking in the crotch of her panties and jerking the material to the side. The position was already there—fucking perfectly aligned —and his thick cockhead rose up, pressing against her swollen, wet entrance.

He nearly came when she bit his chest. The feel of those small teeth had his mind blacking out. He wanted inside her. He needed to be inside her. He could feel the tension and shock in her body as he pressed upward, the thick head inches from entering her.

Fuck, fuck—fuck.

“Kagome.” Kouga whispered against her hair as he slowly began to push his hips up, pulling her hips down at the same time. He was slow, taking his time, clenching his teeth as hot, wet tight muscles closed over him. She was just as tight as before, a damn fist squeezing him until finally, he was there.

Kagome was shaking. She could feel the shudders that wracked her body as her body took his. There was no pain this time. Only the feel of every hard inch, every thick vein that separated her body. He was slow and she felt every inch. He felt different in this position—huge. But no pain.

“Move.” His voice was almost hoarse as he gripped her hips, his claws a stinging sensation.

God, this was so much hotter than the first time.

He didn’t wait for her to comply, though. Both of his hands settled at her hips, even though she stayed in her position, her face buried against his neck. His hands were tight as he lifted her. Up and up until only the thick head remained inside. And then pushing her back down just as slowly. She felt the shudder that tore through his body—God, no pain, only pleasure. He did it again, his hands guiding her body. Up and down. Up and down slowly…

She was so fucking tight. Every time his cock damn near left his body, he throbbed so hard he swore cum was going to come ripping through his dick. Every time he was enveloped by that sweet, hot grasp of her body, he didn’t want to leave. But she had to move. He’d die if she didn’t. His grip lightened when he felt the telltale move of her hips—on their own.

“Kagome.” He muttered into her hair, his hands smoothing up her back. One of them fisted in her hair again—he fucking loved touching her hair—while the other slid back down, resting over the curve of her hip. She really had no idea what she was doing to him.

He wanted to feel her coming apart over him, feel the tight ripple of her body. He groaned as she rose and fell again, her body giving a low, heavy grind against his—“Kagome.” Kouga groaned out as he felt that first convulsion grip his cock. His hand tightened in her hair, fisting the tangled strands as she cried out, the sound muffled against his neck. Brutal convulsions bared down on his dick, threatening to send him over the edge. He ground his hips up, digging his cock deep—but she kept moving, her body rising and falling after a short pause.

Fuck, she had to stop. “ ‘Gome, stop.” His voice was husky as he spoke, hoarse. So damned tight and pleasure filled.

Her voice was quiet when she spoke. “I want you to cum.” He groaned again at those words. She had no idea how hot that was. That she wanted him to cum…That was the first sign that she’d shown that she cared about this. A shuddered tore down his spine.

“I will.” He gripped her hips as she rose and fell, letting her control the movements before he tightened them around her. She braced her arms against his chest and then pushed upward. He grimaced, baring his teeth when her hands slid up his chest to rest over his collarbone. She rose and fell…

If she didn’t stop…

“Stop.” He whispered through clenched teeth. Jesus, she was moving, her body sliding up and down, taking him deep, over and over.

“Please, I want to make you come. Please.” Oh God, her words were so hot. So damned sexy. God, he was going to come if she didn’t stop. But he couldn’t, not until she—

“I will, just stop.” He whispered hoarsely.

But she didn’t—she didn’t understand. He couldn’t, not buried deep in her body—She slid her body down, engulfing him in one slow thrust and he cursed, rolling them so that she was on her back. But it was too late. The movement forced him deep and he couldn’t stop the pleasure that filled him, he couldn’t stop the explosion that tore up through his cock as he pulsed inside her—he couldn’t pull out. He couldn’t pull out as the pleasure tore through him, as his seed shot out, pumping, filling her body.

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