InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Fate of a Hanyou ❯ Mate ( Chapter 4 )

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The Fate of a Hanyou

 

By: Tender Ardor

 

Chapter Four: Mate  

 

Kagome lay still, muscles slightly tensed as Inuyasha's hot and moist breath fanned across the skin between her neck and shoulder, leaving hot and cold flashes in its wake. Her body thrummed and tingled. She found it hard to breathe, and belatedly realized she was holding her breath for as long as her body was able before she gasped for the sweet, succulent air to fill her lungs, only to repeat the whole process again and again. Whenever Inuyasha slowly and carefully removed his teeth from her vulnerable flesh, he would lick and nuzzle her neck only to lightly but firmly clamp down on her skin once again when she tried to move. Kagome was beginning to wonder how she would ever get out of this situation. She nearly screamed in frustration at Inuyasha's antics, realizing he was treating her like a pup while trying to teach her what he thought was unacceptable—in this case, her moving away from him.

 

“I'm not a child, you know,” Kagome ground out petulantly, disturbed that he thought he had to teach her how to behave.

 

Inuyasha growled loud and low, nipping at her skin strongly enough to make Kagome wince without drawing blood, before nuzzling the pain away and replacing his nose with his tongue. Kagome stiffened, then sighed. Her body was reacting strangely to this youkai, and she didn't like the fact that she couldn't seem to control her own responses. She actually found herself drowning in his ministrations, falling under the thrall of his tongue and the nearly constant vibrations rising from his chest in near-silent growls that stimulated Kagome's body more so than she wanted to admit. She found herself relaxing even while her mind screamed at her to stay alert. Kagome's head slowly began to lower as she tiled her head to the side, giving Inuyasha more room to roam along her neck, and it was then Kagome realized she had to get away from Inuyasha as quickly as possible. She was losing her grip on reality—on what he was doing to her.

 

Inuyasha gave a low, rumbling sound as Kagome seemingly presented her neck to him. When her body stiffened in response, he knew her action had been unconsciously made, but he still took the opportunity to taste as much of her neck his long, curling tongue could reach. He lightly grazed her soft skin with his fangs, reveling in her tightly drawn breaths and her body's shivers. She was extremely sensitive to his every touch. It made Inuyasha want to overindulge in the wonder captured above him even more.

 

As Inuyasha's hips gave a spastic jerk upwards toward air, Kagome's eyes widened to new-felt extremes. The upper part of her body that was sprawled over Inuyasha's chest slid forward slightly closer to Inuyasha's head, following the path of gravity. Inuyasha grunted before slowly lowering his hips to the ground, the spell holding him down too strong for his youkai to allow movement for too lengthy a period of time. He whimpered as the firm muscles of his sculpted rear touched the hard earth below him, and then opened his mouth along Kagome's neck to firmly and desperately suckle the skin there, agonized grunts escaping the youkai's flaring nostrils in low volumes as if to bring the girl's taste and presence even closer.

 

Kagome's mouth fell open as his desperation swamped her form. Her breath came in shallow pants from this new feeling, and she found herself closing her eyes as a slight furrow spread itself over her brow, a low moan easing its way out of the cavern of her mouth. She felt Inuyasha's raspy growl ease through her entire body and she gasped, her body rapidly growing more heated as her lower insides began to tighten and burn. It was beginning to be too much—too stimulating. The entirety of her body thrummed and reverberated with all that was Inuyasha. His pounding aura continued to wrap itself around her, repeatedly caressing and stroking her own, pressing against hers with purposeful intent. The tremors that ran through Inuyasha—every sound he made—reverberated up through Kagome's being to pit low in her clenching belly. His fanning breath along her neck—or the pressure of his fangs lightly tracing along her veins—heightened her senses, making them impossibly unbearable. A soft cry left the confines of her chest as she opened her eyes, noting with a small sense of detachment that the two cute, furry white ears swiveled toward her as the sound escaped her.

 

Blushing furiously, Kagome felt as though a sea of tiny, miniscule bubbles began a tumultuous journey throughout her body, creating a swiftly-moving current with no end in view. Finding it hard to think, but feeling completely thunderstruck at the realization that she was still able to, Kagome firmly decided that she had to put an end to the goings-on immediately, acknowledging the fact that if she didn't get away soon, there wouldn't be an approachable stopping point. The sight of the trembling ears perked in her direction gave Kagome the one option her half-lidded eyes could perceive.

 

With Inuyasha's head bent to her neck, the velvety appendage didn't have a chance. Quickly, before Kagome lost her nerve, she tilted her head slightly to the side and made a quick swipe of the outer-edge of the perked dog-ear with the tip of her burning tongue.

 

The inu-hanyou-turned-youkai froze in all his ministrations. Even the vibrations rumbling through his chest were put on hold as he battled to take in a single breath. When the battle was won, Inuyasha began to breathe slowly and shallowly, his entire being perfectly still beneath her.

 

Grinning internally, Kagome began to very slowly nuzzle the soft appendage before licking it again. She brought the top part of his ear into her mouth and lightly clamped down on it with her human teeth, pulling back to barely scrape the ear with her incisors on its short-lived journey out of the recesses of her mouth. She felt a tremor travel through the body below her and stilled, awaiting his response. Then a whimper so soft in volume she barely picked up on it left Inuyasha's parted lips, and Kagome hummed in pleasure, realizing after the breath left her lungs that Inuyasha liked the feel of her warm exhale against his slightly damp appendage almost as much.

 

Kagome continued to nuzzle his ear, catching it between her lips on occasion and startling a jolt out of him. With each of her ministrations the feel of his teeth on her neck began to lessen until all she felt was his panting breath. She dared not stop in feared anticipation of what he might do. She also dared not look at the expression on his face in the chance that it might lessen Kagome's resolve to distance herself from him, instead escalating the heat of her own body's rapidly rising temperature instead.

 

When Inuyasha came out of his slight haze after the initial shock wore off he began a low, steady growl of contentment, nuzzling the woman atop him with heated approval. That was when Kagome decided her mouth wasn't enough to keep him distracted and raised her right hand to his other bereft ear, giving it some much needed attention. Once again Inuyasha stilled, only this time the entirety of his head leaned backwards into her hand as his eyes closed in the perfect depiction of ecstasy, his mouth open in wonder while his breath caught in his throat.

 

Kagome watched all this with wide eyes, her small mouth opening slightly as she blinked in amazement at the vision before her. Her thoughts rushed to the surface of her consciousness a moment later and Kagome abruptly sat up, practically throwing herself away from the temptation sprawled out before her as if it were some extravagant gift she had only the faintest idea of opening. Vaguely making certain that she was no longer in reach of Inuyasha's fangs, Kagome sighed. A foreboding shiver escaladed down the length of her spine, however, when Inuyasha discovered what she had done.

 

To say that Inuyasha was angered by her withdrawal was one of the largest understatements throughout the duration of Kagome's lifetime. Upon noticing her departure—feeling the chill of the night air caress his skin where moments before there had been scalding heat from Kagome's body to help feed his own passion—Inuyasha lividly howled and snarled in the fiercest manner Kagome had ever heard from a youkai. His rage was palpable, his aura crackled and stung it was so strong, whipping across her flesh and shocking her with little electric currents. Kagome flinched away at the feel of it, waiting out the brunt of the force. Inuyasha was positively foaming at the mouth, his eyes wide and unblinking as he glared scornfully up toward the sky, his vision white through his anger.

 

Kagome could only stare at him as he wailed in agony and hatred to the skies above. Her body bent away from him, yet her legs refused to add any more distance than was necessary. When his snarls began to dwindle and become a little less harsh Kagome allowed herself to relax, but only slightly. Her heart reached out to the hanyou, wishing she could alleviate the pain and hurt and hunger. A deeply rooted sadness settled over her being, and she desperately wanted to brush the hanyou's bangs away and comfort him. She wondered how often Inuyasha had been comforted throughout his life—how many times he may have needed it. She wondered how many times he had refused someone's comfort, and briefly felt sympathy for Izayoi because she was the one Inuyasha most likely pushed away if he was ever sad or lonely or hurt.

 

A wry smile flit over Kagome's face and she sighed. “You probably don't allow your mother to see you when you're sad or injured, do you?” Kagome asked gently, almost conversationally. “You wouldn't want her to worry.”

 

Kagome closed her eyes, thinking of her own mother's worry while simultaneously trying to press the onslaught of desire away from her being. It was a great burden on a parent, as their children grew older, but Kagome's mother had to deal with both of her daughters being blessed with miko abilities. She had to worry constantly if her daughters would come home safe that day, fighting off raving youkai that often fell into a sort of bloodlust.

 

Izayoi must go through a lot as well, Kagome thought dejectedly, shoulders slumping. To have a hanyou for a son—constantly worrying if he will ever be accepted, or find love…

 

Kagome shook her head. She had no right to be thinking about such things.

 

“But still…” Kagome breathed, eyes gazing softly at Inuyasha, “She still has to watch you go through this, doesn't she? It must eat her up inside. I understand now why you didn't want to live, Inuyasha. You didn't want to have to see their pain. Even while you are experiencing this…” Kagome motioned toward him with a wave of her hand in the air, “The pain your parents are going through tears at you and leaves you raw and bleeding. I can see it in your eyes—in the depths of your soul.” Kagome felt like crying, like she needed to cry. She wanted to cry for the hanyou who wouldn't cry for himself, cry for Inuyasha's parents whom had to see their son suffer, and cry for the multiple other injustices of the world.   Kagome noticed Inuyasha's silence, his uneven breathing the only sound issuing forth from his lips, and she vaguely wondered if he was listening to her.

“Inuyasha…” Kagome breathed secretively, leaning forward to his body.

 

Maybe her words would help him to focus on something besides the emotional and physical stress he was being put through.

 

“I want to help you. I want to be your friend. I want you to feel as though you can trust me. I want you to feel like you'll never be alone again.”

 

Kagome crawled forward a few paces toward his prone form, careful to stay far enough away so he wouldn't be able to reach her no matter how powerful his youki. Her eyes were swimming with moisture, and Inuyasha stared into the swirling emotions within their depths, fuzzily trying to put a name to each.   As Kagome neared his form she noticed the thick sheen of perspiration coating his body and dripping from the curling ends of wet bangs to trail down the length of his temples.

 

“Oh, Inuyasha…” Quickly pushing feelings of desire and the uneasiness of nearing his form to the farthest depths of her mind, Kagome scooted around his head and reached for the bucket filled with water and a soaking cloth she had noted earlier. Without hesitation, the girl grasped the cloth and twisted the excess moisture out of the material, appreciative for the coolness of the water. Carefully, Kagome sat near Inuyasha's pinned arms above his head on the other side of his being, softly placing the wet cloth to the inu's forehead while strategically keeping her arms and hands out of his striking distance. Even if he tilted his head back he wouldn't be able to reach her, although he tried many times before whining softly and stilling, giving in to her ministrations.

 

Kagome wiped the sweat from his brow, the cloth quickly heating due to the hanyou's rising body temperatures. She had to re-soak the cloth a multitude of times, but while doing so she would softly speak to Inuyasha, keeping his form still and his muscles at ease. Kagome moved onto his sculpted chest, skipping the hanyou's neck because of the threat of recapture. Kagome kept the cooled cloth moving over his form, noting Inuyasha's breathing had eased slightly. It seemed that so long as she had some form of contact with him he wouldn't object. Perhaps the cool water dripping over his heated flesh was also a small comfort in some way.

 

As Kagome neared the hanyou-turned-youkai's bellybutton, mentally forbidding herself to travel any lower and carefully not allowing her eyes to travel further south, she noticed Inuyasha's breathing had stopped and all his muscles had tensed. Kagome inadvertently did the same, her hands' soothing pressure coming to a halt as the breath in her lungs seemed to solidify. Gulping a large lump past her throat, Kagome's head slowly turned to look at the expression on Inuyasha's face to gauge his reaction. Had she done something wrong? Did he no longer wish for her to continue?

 

Suddenly Inuyasha's aura flared so promptly that Kagome gasped and nearly jerked back in response. His spine arched to the extreme, Kagome's hand coming dangerously close to the source of Inuyasha's stiff bulging excitement as the entirety of his rear and back left the barren ground. Inuyasha grunted and snarled as he desperately tried to hold the position, sweat instantly beading on his forehead again as his face scrunched in on itself in a pained expression. Kagome couldn't force herself to move as she openly stared, her expression almost a mirror of his own. Then the youkai's body collapsed to the earth, chest heaving for air to feed his sudden lack of strength.

 

An unexpectedly prompt rumbling of Inuyasha's belly startled Kagome just as much as the burst of his aura had, and Kagome would have laughed had circumstances been any different. As it was, her concern outweighed her amusement, and the growl that suddenly ripped itself from Inuyasha's throat received a snort from Kagome in reply.

 

“When was the last time you've eaten, huh?” Kagome asked gently, a miffed huff easily heard within her voiced words. Inuyasha remained quiet, but by now Kagome was used to his lack of verbal responses. He hadn't said a word to her recently; only bit, licked, and heaved.

 

Kagome shivered. She chose not to go down that road as the familiar warmth spread throughout her body quickly and rapidly. The fact that she was stimulating her own body's reaction did not sit well with her. Now she didn't even have her own thoughts to keep her sane.

 

Judging by the rather large smirk slowly stretching across Inuyasha's face, he obviously didn't seem to mind. As his nose started twitching in the air and his face slightly tilted in Kagome's direction more warmth spread throughout her being and a heavy blush settled over her form.

 

Could he smell her?!

 

She did not like that idea in the least.

 

Quickly coming back to the situation at hand, Kagome rose to her feet and ignored the light growl Inuyasha sent in her direction. Kagome settled by his head once again, pulling the chopped pieces of rabbit meat toward her. She wrinkled her nose slightly upon noticing the meat was raw. Swallowing down the slight bile rising in her throat, Kagome steeled her nerves and reached for a piece, holding it between forefinger and thumb before dangling the piece of meat quite a distance away from the youkai's lips, high overhead.

 

“Open wide,” Kagome grit out, not quite able to keep her revulsion under control. When Inuyasha didn't obey, Kagome huffed slightly before lowering the meat closer to his lips. His nostrils flared, taking in the scent of the thing held before him for once instead of the young woman's heady scent of musk and spicy sweetness the hanyou became dizzy over while simply imagining how she would taste to his youkai senses.

 

“You know you want it,” Kagome continued, dangling the slippery piece of meat for a moment, hoping to attract his interest. When Inuyasha's aura spiked at Kagome's words her eyes quickly became dilated before she shook her head to rid herself of untoward thoughts. Maybe she should be a little more careful with her words…but at least she knew he was listening to her and actually understood what she was saying. His mind wasn't as far gone as the others seemed to think.

 

Taking a risk without at all being concerned that she was taking it, Kagome brought the piece of raw rabbit meat to the youkai's parted lips, running the slippery piece along his fuller, lower lip. Inuyasha's tongue tentatively slipped out to taste the meat, quivering slightly before reaching out and curling around Kagome's fingers and pulling the morsel into his mouth. The small piece of meat was practically inhaled. Inuyasha might have bit down on the rabbit once or twice before swallowing the bite whole. Kagome sat back with a dark flush spread high on her cheekbones before she gathered her senses and hurriedly reached for a small handful off the chopped meat.

 

She continued to feed him piece by piece for a long while. Inuyasha enthusiastically accepted the rabbit. The longer she fed him the slower he accepted the morsels, and the longer his tongue darted and wrapped around her slick, juicy fingers. He soon started to lap at her fingers, catching every drop of the rabbit's essence from her fingers, spending more time tasting Kagome than savoring the rabbit. The flush on Kagome's face spread like wildfire over her skin and settled like a permanent burn. Breath scattered, Kagome slowly pulled her hands away from Inuyasha's questing tongue, trying hard not to admit to the feelings his breath and the muscle of his tongue evoked from her being.

 

This is so not good, Kagome lamented mentally, her heavy breathing having escalated and a small furrow finding temporary residence between her brows. Why does it feel like Inuyasha is in control of this situation when he's the one restrained?

 

Beginning to feel lethargic from what Inuyasha was causing to her chaotic senses, Kagome leaned back away from the youkai in an attempt to clear her head. A soft yet abrupt sound that suspiciously sounded somewhat like a displeased whuff brought Kagome's eyes back toward Inuyasha's needy gaze. Sound ceased to exist for the briefest of moments until the young miko's brain continued to function and she realized what the youkai was asking for.

 

What she hoped he was asking for.

 

Grabbing the last few pieces of meat from the flat slate of wood near Inuyasha's head, Kagome held the cool gooey mass in her palm for a moment as her thoughts once again left her. The scents radiating from Inuyasha's skin had become stronger. She didn't know why it had taken her so long to realize this was so. The smells were alluring and dark, heady and raw. It made the warmth pulsing in her body almost bearable. The pulse of her heart never let up. It's beat sped up, never slowing and refusing to stay constant. The blood in her veins seemed to race through her at such breakneck speeds that her limbs and fingers began to feel as light as the air around her. They trembled and shook in miniscule measurements, and Kagome found she couldn't steady them if she wanted to.

 

But she didn't want to. She liked this feeling—this airiness and constant thrum that ran through her. She felt soft and light and wonderful. The heat spreading through her liked this as well; in fact, it welcomed it with open arms. Her brain became a spectator at the goings-on of her body. She was almost amused at herself. Her lungs trembled with every inhaled breath, shakily allotting the life-giving element a temporary home before its hesitant release. Kagome's eyes easily took in the night surrounding her and the hanyou, although the only light came from the sliver that was the moon. The darkness beckoned her, engulfed her, embraced her in a way nothing ever had. The sounds of the nightlife around them comforted Kagome. She felt at peace—in awe over the multitudes of living things surrounding their forms outside of the protective shield that housed them.  

 

“Inuyasha…” The word was a breath on air, soft enough so only Inuyasha could hear. “Do you hear them too?” Kagome's eyes gazed into the distance—into the forest encompassing them. “Can you feel their presence?” She continued, back straight as she concentrated on all that was around her while her body positively hummed at the nearness that was Inuyasha. “I can feel them. I can sense their wants and desires just as I can sense yours.”

 

Kagome's crystalline gaze finally landed on Inuyasha's once again, and the hanyou-turned-youkai tensed at the open emotions and feelings he saw there. Awe and confusion warred with each other in the forefront of her eyes, but the lust and desire he caught flashes and glimpses of quickly sent his lungs into action and his nose into overdrive. He growled menacingly, his need becoming much more potent. Never had it been this strong before. Never before had he wanted a bitch with his mind and body in accordance.   She would be his.

 

…Once he got the fucking subjugation arrow out of his fucking palms.

 

Inuyasha growled again, red eyes narrowed. Kagome mistook his sound of protest as a respite and jumped lightly before blinking down into her upturned palm.

 

“Oh. I'm sorry. I guess I was…distracted…”

 

Kagome blushed sensually, her scent strengthening in the air around them as her blood pounded rapidly through her erratic heart, releasing a pungent odor in the air. As her hand lowered to Inuyasha with the meat between her fingers, Inuyasha managed to lick his way up the girl's palm with his lengthy tongue before he swiped the meat from her clutches. His fang lightly grazed her skin. He knew the bitch had more meat, so he could afford to partake of the meal being offered to him before he made another grab at her. He'd play with her first—get her more excited. She wouldn't get away from him. She could never get rid of him. Not now that she taunted him nearly senselessly with her scent and taste and touch.

 

No one had ever dared touch him before, and those whom ever tried only had evil intent and were now dead. Only his parents had laid a hand on him without repercussion—his parents and the young miko before him whom was quickly becoming an enigma…

 

Feeling warm, slippery wetness slide against his lower lip, Inuyasha lightly curled his upper lip in a soundless half-snarl before his clenched teeth eased open to permit his tongue to slip out and nab the morsel before him. This time he allowed his sharp fangs to quickly nip at her fingers, his agitation clearly obvious with the look he sent her, his rod expanding and thickening to such tight proportions the hanyou had to settle for wheezing upon every indrawn breath. The girl before him gasped before drawing her hand to her chest, holding the wrist with her opposite hand as she stared at him with round eyes easily betraying her innocent incomprehension. Why is this affecting me so much?

 

Inuyasha growled loud and low, the entirety of his body shaking from the low register that coursed through him.  

 

“Bitch,” Inuyasha managed to get out through large fangs and curling tongue.

 

The young miko blinked before a small scowl slowly began to settle between her brows and her muscles clenched.  

 

“Mine!” Inuyasha growled heatedly, nose wrinkling in a snarl as his narrowed gaze dared her to contradict him.

 

Kagome gulped and blinked. She was back to where they started from, excluding the skin of her neck being held captive between the youkai's fangs.

 

“I-I…” Kagome's mind seemed to have deserted her. Her body's response to Inuyasha's carnal sounds and movements danced in excitement as the warmth that settled over Kagome's form heated to extremes and pooled low. Kagome had to close her eyes to stay in some semblance of control. That was the exact moment Inuyasha flared his aura without abandon, unrelentingly thrashing everything he felt—everything he was—at the girl before him. The heat that consumed him would no longer be only his. He would share his deepest lust with the young miko and hold nothing back. With the renewal of strength and energy the miko had unwittingly fed him, Inuyasha would wrap his aura around her until she suffocated and drowned in his essence. Only his scent would touch her skin. Only his scent would mix with hers in such a delightfully sinful manner.

 

He would make her scream until her body tore apart because of the quantity and strength of her orgasms—orgasms he, Inuyasha, would cause. He would make sure she was completely satisfied, only coming to him for such pleasures. She would crave him. Crawl to him, in time. While he pleasured her he would make sure her mind was so far gone not a single word of coherence would leave her lips. As he held her on the brink of the edge of her orgasm, time and time again, he would taunt and torture her with light touches, keeping her from the thing he would make her desperate for. He would be sure that while she was with him, within the throes of passion—she wouldn't even be able to remember her own name.

 

She would be his. Completely his.

 

There would be no Kagome or Inuyasha.

 

They would simply be one.

 

And oh, how he would make her scream…

 

“Inuyasha!”  

 

The said hanyou growled, unrelentingly blasting her with his youki, twining it around her frame and compressing her buzzed nerves until he knew they would surely explode without release. His aura pounded into her, harder and harder, tearing down her barriers and leaving only passion and carnal desire behind.  

 

“Inuyasha…”

 

Kagome was panting now, her lower insides trembling and lightly clenching as her harsh breathing rasped and cut through the thrum in the air. The heat radiating from their bodied combined and fused together between them, their auras battling and pressing against one another as if to dominate the other, to bring the other's essence into their being. Shivers raked Kagome's skin, her sensitivity heightened to the extreme. She felt Inuyasha's presence everywhere around her. The tingling sensations caressing every inflamed inch of her skin was from him. The air surrounding her form, being breathed into her lungs, was from him. He touched her without physical touch. His youki encompassed her entire body and filled every crevice of her being.

 

Then suddenly, he was inside her.  

 

Kagome nearly screamed from the reeling feelings and emotions he emitted from her. The burning agitation centering in her nether regions expanded to permit the entrance of his youki as it burrowed slightly deeper and more thickly within her. Kagome's chest heaved for short, indrawn breaths as she doubled over slightly from the sensation, hair tumbling over her face and wavering before her lips with every panted breath.

 

Then Inuyasha's youki expanded to further proportions and Kagome's insides clenched as the breath caught in her throat, only to later be released in a sound of helpless awe. Her body twitched as his youki delved deeper, causing sweat to bead over Kagome's forehead and the back of her neck. The growling leaving Inuyasha's form caused the air to pulse more thickly with their want, every feeling sensitized to one another as nostrils flared and sounds of desire left their lips. Kagome found it hard to breathe—hard to swallow—and cried out in pleasure as Inuyasha's aura pulsed strongly from within her. She clenched her legs tightly together, the feelings quickly overcoming all others as she panted for breath, finding she couldn't quite seem to get enough air. His youki heatedly pulsed from within her depths again and Kagome's head fell back to rest along her spine, jaw dropped and eyes closed in want. She tried to say his name—tried to think—but everything aside from the feelings immersing her form deserted her.

 

Inuyasha growled as the air around him positively swam with the liquid desire radiating from Kagome. He squeezed every little sound out of the depths of her lungs, his youki and aura at work on the young woman before him. He trembled and ached with his own need, knowing it would take excessively drastic measurements for his own release when he could sense the miko's vastly approaching. Her own aura encompassed and sheathed his own so perfectly that his trembling cock seemed to mock him with its near orgasm. Sweat permeated the air around them, their drawn and gasping breaths feeding each other's quivering senses. Inuyasha began throwing and beating his aura against Kagome's with such abandon that both thought they would be torn apart by their swamped sensations. He pulsed from within her, around her, covered her, in such rapid succession that Kagome's hands fisted into the ground on either side of her, crying out at the pleasure that made her insides throb and ache and quench. Then Inuyasha stopped, all but withdrew, and Kagome's head snapped up to meet his eyes in disbelieving torture as her form continued to tremble and achingly throb. She felt a warm wetness upon the junction of her thighs as her nether region continued to briefly spasm, but they were light and beginning to become further spaced apart in timing. Kagome found her trembling nerves almost caused her muscles to give out from under her. Her breathing was slowly starting to calm to a regular rate—and she was not happy.

 

She knew she had been kept from something—something she knew her brain would be unable to imagine until she experienced it—and Kagome had the oddest feeling that she had been kept from whatever that feeling was for a specific reason. She also knew the one to keep her from experiencing the amazing…whatever…was all Inuyasha's doing.

 

And therefore he was at fault.

 

And she was not happy.  

 

“You want to make me feel like that, huh?” Kagome grit out, chin jutting out vengefully as her eyes hardened to a steely composition. “You think you can make my body yearn just as much as yours does?” Kagome growled, and Inuyasha found he greatly liked it as his lower body jolted in response. “Well, if you're going to do that to me, then I can do this to you!”

 

Without much forethought to the repercussion of her action, Kagome reached out with her clean hand that lacked rabbit bits that had inadvertently been rubbed into the ground and firmly grabbed hold of the erectly engorged cock standing proudly for all to see. In her anger, Kagome had expected the youkai to yelp or whimper in pain, not growl long and low, head tilted back and mouth falling open in heated pleasure. The rapid blush that spread like wildfire over Kagome's entire body swept through her in multiple layers, causing the heat to become nigh unbearable as the girl desperately wished to shrink away in shamed embarrassment. The way Inuyasha responded to her grip however, kept the young miko's hand firmly in place as a sweet empowering rush rent her shame to bits.

 

Thoughts of revenge to make the hanyou suffer more so in the excitement department were quickly wiped away from the forefront of Kagome's thoughts. Even through the desire still pulsing within her the girl recognized Inuyasha's everlasting torment for what it was. At least she didn't have to deal with these almost and give-it-to-me-now feelings the youkai Inuyasha was certainly feeling—had been feeling for quite some time now.

 

With the barely conscious thought of easing Inuyasha's discomfort, Kagome slowly moved her hand over the stretched skin of Inuyasha's manhood, fisting the base of his shaft in her small hand before drawing toward the tip with firmly placed pressure.

 

Inuyasha lay tensed beneath her in stunned disbelief as a shudder coursed through him. He couldn't move or blink—refused to breathe lest the girl stopped. He couldn't believe she'd touch him there. She wasn't repulsed by him. She was…

 

Fucking amazing.

 

And the feel of her skin against his there…where he hadn't been touched in so long…the tightness of her grasping fingers…

 

Inuyasha longed for the completion his taut body tauntingly held just out of reach—always out of reach.

 

Her fingertip lightly brushed over the tip of his purple head.

 

He shuddered.

 

The friction along his solid length quickened.

 

He grunted and lifted his lip in a nearly silent snarl.

 

Something cold and wet joined the girl's first hand and Inuyasha was nearly wrenched from his skin. Finally permitting himself to breathe, the youkai gaped with wide eyes at the two hands fisting his length, noting the water beading on one of the girl's hands but not the other. The change in temperature caused Inuyasha's insides to quench together as his need jerked and tightened further. The movements of Kagome's hands slightly picked up speed as the tight pressure increased.

 

Inuyasha tried to hold his breath and failed. The sound that pierced the night air around them was such an agonized cry that Kagome nearly leapt out of her skin, startling her and causing her to tug none-too-gently on his rod. Inuyasha gave a keening bay as his youki flared again and his hips thrust up into her hand thrice in rapid succession with his youkai pace before he settled back to the ground once again, a low cry of desperation released from between two large, salivating canines.  

 

“I-Inu…” Kagome gulped, entire body flushed from head to toe as she refused to acknowledge what her own traitorous form was doing. “…y-yasha…” Her eyes were glazed and overshadowed by the blackness of her pupils. She could feel him. He was so smooth, yet hard. His cock was so long and thick she didn't think it'd ever fit in the confines of a female…but she supposed it had to work out somehow. Her own feelings of lust were so strong right now that she didn't trust herself to move. She withdrew her hand and the wound up youkai roared in anguished rage.

 

Kagome stood, suddenly frightened as to what she might do…what he wanted her to do. He snarled at her and she shook her head, slowly backing up a pace. He howled in outright fury. He didn't want his bitch to get away. He wanted to feel her and explore every mystery of her body just as his youki had done. He wanted to claim her as no one else had claimed her. He wanted her legs spread wide so he could smell the secrets of her enflamed body, pressing nose, tongue, and cock there so many times she would cum at the sight of them.

 

Most importantly, he wanted her below him—where any good bitch should be. He would be in control. He would be the one to set the pace.

 

He would fucking allow his bitch only to cum when he wanted her to fucking cum as well.

 

She would be his. His youkai had already decided. Her scent was in his nose and it was going to fucking stay that way!

 

When the bitch took a step to further the distance between them a threatening growl ripped its way out of the depths of Inuyasha's throat. The young miko stopped, anguished eyes meeting his dark gaze as the youkai continued to stare her down.

 

“I-I can't…” she began, only to be abruptly cut off by Inuyasha's snarl. “Please…you have to understand. I-I…”

 

“Mate!”

 

Kagome's thoughts vanished momentarily as she stared with slightly parted lips.  

 

“Mine!”

 

The girl fought for breath, suddenly feeling very unsure of herself—of everything that was taking place.

 

“M-my…mate!”

 

Kagome raised her hands to her face in frustration, rubbing her brows and then her temples. “I can't be yours!” She finally shouted. “You don't even know me and I—I barely know you! You can't just—just claim that someone is yours ya know! I—I can't—”

 

Inuyasha growled, glaring up at the difficult miko. He bared his teeth, showing he was serious when he growled out, “Mine!”

 

Kagome scowled and shook her head. “You don't understand. You just want someone. A—a female. You don't need me. A-anyone could…could help you.” Those words did not sit well in Kagome's stomach, so she hurriedly continued. “I want you…I do…but,” her voice was soft as she tried to find the courage to tell a youkai who obviously wasn't in the right state of mind what it was exactly that she was thinking and feeling. She closed her eyes with grief. “I—I don't want it to be like this…” she whispered quietly.

 

When she felt a pulse of power Kagome seriously contemplated running through the purifying barrier and far, far away from the temptation that was steadily beginning to become too much for her underfed senses to handle. The burst of Inuyasha's aura was calm and controlled, however, and Kagome locked her knees to keep from running or collapsing, whichever came first.

 

The light brush of his aura against hers was not what Kagome was expecting. His youki was held firmly in check—much too firmly if the hanyou's tightly closed eyes and sweat-soaked forehead was any indication to the amount of effort he was putting into keep the sheer force of his frenzied craze at bay. The aura tentatively caressing Kagome's was so hesitant yet reassuring that Kagome didn't have a doubt in her mind that this was a brief glimpse of the real hanyou behind his youkai and human counterparts. This encroaching moment portrayed all of the hanyou's intentions as his aura just barely skimmed the surface of her own—never pushing, merely sharing thoughts and desires through the thing that defined him as a living being. Kagome held her breath, not quite sure how to respond or what to do when the intimate moment passed.

 

The youkai before her made it quite clear in that one moment that it was exactly she he wanted.   He also made quite clear what it was exactly that he wished to do to her.

 

Kagome's legs turned to jelly.

 

His `choice' now obvious, Kagome came to the immediate realization that she had a choice as well now—had always had a choice. Her only question to herself was: what was the answer?

 

He'll die… Kagome thought anxiously. If he doesn't find a mate soon, he'll die!

 

Kagome nearly groaned out loud.

 

I can't let that be the deciding factor, though! I refuse to do this out of pity! He'll never forgive me…

 

Kagome wished this wasn't so hard. She wished Inuyasha didn't have to worry about mating or the springtime or hurting his family.

 

I promised I'd help him… Kagome felt herself argue. Argue for what, she wondered?

 

But I can help him in many ways! There's still time for him to choose a different mate!

 

She realized then that she didn't want him to find a different mate. She didn't want him to choose someone else. She also didn't want him to be alone, though…

 

Okay…so what do I want? The girl huffed, exacerbated at herself.

 

I want…

 

I want…

 

...Inuyasha.

 

With that startling realization Kagome felt her cheeks once again burn as they scalded with a color she was sure matched the color of youkai Inuyasha's orbs.

 

“A-are you sure?” She whispered across the small distance between them, her breath stirring the crisp night air. She reached out to him with her aura for the very first time and felt the dam of his control break, his heat and the pressure of his desire once again overwhelming her senses as his aura and youki were completely released from that one strand of control he seemed to have found only moments before.

 

“Do you think you can put up with me?” Kagome continued to ask, raising her hands to her clothes as she slowly began to undress herself. “I'm not always fair when it comes to disputes…and I have a short fuse and a large temper…” She didn't know why she was telling him all this—why she was babbling. Perhaps it was nerves, but she didn't want to contemplate that. She also didn't want to think about what her hands were doing or her sudden lack of clothing as she tried to verbally distract herself.   “I'm not even a fully trained miko...although I hardly think you'd care…unless of course I was attempting to purify you—which I'd never do!” She stated hurriedly.

 

He was silent. Too silent. His eyes were glued to her form, scanning over her and making her feel more and more vulnerable as more clothing piled on the earth by her feet. Kagome shivered into the cool night's breeze and her body moved mechanically, never stopping until she was completely bare. Then Inuyasha's eyes were everywhere at once, mapping her body by sight and searing her image to his mind's eye. Kagome covered herself as a nagging uncertainty settled over her. Goosebumps rose over her flesh as the cool night ran over her form. Inuyasha gave a minute growl of displeasure and received a wry smile from Kagome as her body relaxed slightly. The flush never left her cheekbones. Instead, it traveled the length of her neck and over the mounds of her chest. Inuyasha licked his lips just looking at them, imagining all the things he could do to her.

 

“Mine…” Inuyasha reiterated, eyes never leaving her form.

 

Kagome's blush deepened. “Not yet,” she muttered, “but I suppose I will be…”

 

The smirk of such dark, sexual intent that quirked the edges of Inuyasha's lips caused shudder upon shudder to course through Kagome's body, her pert nipples hardening under the strength of his gaze. As his eyes trailed lower Kagome nearly slumped to the ground in a heap, feeling the warm wetness begin to slowly gather and pit deep in her belly once more only to travel lower to join her already wet nether regions.

 

“Mate…”

 

Kagome moaned aloud at the word alone. There were so many connotations that webbed forth from its meaning. How was she supposed to know which one he meant?

 

“Yes, we're getting to that part,” Kagome heard herself say, further embarrassing herself as she closed her eyes to keep from seeing the way his smirk was becoming more and more sinister.

 

Kagome walked forward until she was nearly brushing Inuyasha's thigh with her ankle. She inhaled deeply before lowering herself to her knees at his side. She then ran her fingers and that of her palm over Inuyasha's firmly muscled chest, ogling the perfection before her. Her body was once again becoming heated. Inuyasha hadn't even bothered to use his aura on her this time. She seemed to be willing enough. She was beginning to wonder if he had something else up his sleeves as he merely lay there in all his glory, waiting for her.

 

Kagome rose up slightly and tentatively straddled Inuyasha's waist, heart pumping erratically as she balanced her weight on the youkai's chest. A light snarl radiated from him as his eyes flashed a deeper red, his body tensed in expected anticipation. Kagome leaned forward to rub Inuyasha's ears and he growled, chastising her for prolonging his torture. Blushing prettily, Kagome inhaled deeply before bringing the slick wetness at the junction of her legs in contact with Inuyasha's heated arousal. The sound that left Inuyasha's chest was unlike any sound Kagome had ever heard, and it reverberated through her starting at her most sensitive place, causing the girl to gasp. She pulled her lower body away from him and the growl that rent Inuyasha's frame was anything but friendly. A light sheen of sweat was beginning to break out over Kagome's form as she slowly lowered herself to the inu's engorged tip, rubbing lightly up and down as she tried to get accustomed to the idea of him being one with her—with the idea of that huge thing finding residence inside her!

 

I think I'm going to keel over from the sensation of this…

 

Kagome mentally whimpered.

 

When Kagome incidentally rubbed Inuyasha's glistening tip over a small bundle of nerves her entire body froze up as tremor after tremor raked her form. Her mouth gaped in open surprise as her insides clenched tightly together. She moaned loudly, earning a promising growl in response before she experimentally rubbed his shaft over the small bundle once again.

 

I take that back, Kagome thought erratically, I'm going to keel over and die from experiencing all this!

 

Kagome gulped, carefully staying away from that oh-so-sweet spot in hopes that she would be able to stay sane so the passion wouldn't ride her senseless.

 

She had no idea it was supposed to.

 

Inuyasha was fairly confident he'd see to that.

 

When Kagome felt the tip of Inuyasha's cock slightly sink into a place that positively ached, Kagome knew this was where she was supposed to house his…thing. Inuyasha's and Kagome's heads both tilted backwards as their breath left their bodies in long, drawn-out groans. Kagome had tensed slightly, but slowly attempted to relax. Carefully, Kagome took a little bit of Inuyasha into her at a time, eyes clenched tightly together as the youkai's head thrashed back and forth beneath her, his fangs piercing his lower lip and drawing blood. Kagome's legs started trembling as she tried to lower herself onto him at an agonizingly slow pace, causing both herself and the hanyou below her to nearly be driven insane.

 

Then Kagome felt pain. Sharp, acute pain that made the breath halt in her lungs and her entire body to tense up in agitation. This hurt much more than she thought it would, and it seemed that no matter the angle, the pain wouldn't seem to let up. She attempted a slight bobbing of her undulating hips, tearing out a ferocious-sounding growl from the inu youkai below her. Seeing no way around it, Kagome held her breath in expectation as she let her legs give out from beneath her, hoping to spear herself quickly to get it over and done with. She hadn't anticipating his girth to slightly hold her up, refusing to enter her fully in such a way as pain ripped through her.

 

The young miko gave a startled cry as the pain enveloped her, eyes going wide as she brought her hands forward to Inuyasha's chest in hopes of easing some of her weight away from her nether regions. Inuyasha acted swiftly and promptly to her cry and blasted her with his youki as his aura flared around her. He sent her wave after wave of pleasurable sensations, further heightening her desire with the last of his reserve before using his depleted and restrained youki to thrust upwards quickly and rapidly in swift succession, his hips grounding up toward her and then away as his thrusts grew deeper until finally the smack of skin on skin was heard and he was completely embedded within her. Panting, he remained with his pelvis arched up off the ground, Kagome's full body weight settled onto their connection as he continued to distract her from her pain with his aura caressing and pulsing against her own until her body could adjust to such a transition.

 

Kagome was do deeply submerged under the onslaught of Inuyasha's aura and youki that the pain was merely in the background of her senses. She had never felt so filled, never felt so…  

 

Kami…!

 

It was the only stray thought to flash across Kagome's consciousness.

 

Then Inuyasha's youki flickered and depleted as his hips once again met the ground, Kagome's body still engulfing the tight rigid shaft that throbbed from within her. Both of them panted for breath at the raw sensations coursing through them.

 

Then Kagome lifted her hips slightly and slammed her lower body against Inuyasha's.

 

They both cried out in unison at the feeling.  

 

 

 

 

Author's Note: Okay, this chapter was longer than anticipated, and forestalled more so than I anticipated as well. I suppose I had better allow the characters to do things for me and stop trying to force them into doing what I want them to do, ne? Anyway…sorry to forestall such an important…uh…part, but this is my longest chapter yet and I believe you all deserve something to read for now, am I right? Also, the question pertaining to Inuyasha's state of dress will be addressed in oncoming chapters. For now, let us just say that it's easier for a youkai to rut sans clothing during his or her mating season, am I right? Inuyasha needed to find a mate in the fastest possible manner, and if he found one in such a crazed state and couldn't tear the firerat fur from his body in timely succession…well, we all know how strong his haori is, and a crazed youkai trying to desperately rid himself of his clothing under such circumstances would not be pretty. So, that's all you get for now. Heh. Hope you enjoyed. Luv!