InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Fear of Fear Itself ❯ Chapter 1

“The Fear of Fear Itself”

by MidsummerDreamer

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, Kagome, any of the other characters that they interact with, or the futon. I do, however, own a very nice spatula, which I will use to hit people who read my work and don't review. ^__^

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It was very cold for so early in the fall.

 

That was the only thought that registered in Inuyasha's head as he sat out in the woods, clutching his arms around himself. It was dark, pitch black around him, and the forest floor was hard and littered with sharp stones and bits of mast, but he only felt the cold.

 

He looked down at the hands that fisted in the folds of his haori. Even in the darkness, he could just make out the ruddy stains on his fingers, darker on and around his claws. He convulsed involuntarily at the sight, curling into a tighter ball and squeezing his eyes tightly closed. In his eyes, all those stains did was hide his already tainted, corrupted flesh.

 

“Inuyasha!”

 

He nearly jumped a mile at the sound of his name. He scanned the darkness around him, watching for where she would come out of the trees and find him. He quickly got to his feet, ready to flee, but he wasn't quick enough.

 

“Inuyasha, I've been looking for you for nearly an hour.” Kagome's voice was strained as she tried to catch her breath. He turned his head away from her. “Why did you leave?”

 

“Why did you have to come after me, Kagome?” Kagome blinked at his question.

 

“Inuyasha . . .” She stepped forward, extending a hand to touch him, but he retreated, rejecting her touch. Her mouth tightened. “What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?” He looked at her incredulously. He thrust his hand suddenly before her eyes, flexing his fingers until they cracked menacingly.

 

“Aren't you afraid of me, Kagome?” She moved here eyes to look into his, and recoiled at the emotion displayed there. His voice was calm, almost mechanical, but his eyes were half-mad with anguish and guilt. “Didn't you see what I did? I just slaughtered . . . murdered . . .”

 

“Inuyasha—“

 

“No! Don't even try it Kagome. I don't want to hear any more of your excuses.” Kagome's heart broke as his voice began to tremble. “I killed all those people. I'm a monster. I've tried for so long not to believe, but in the end . . . in the end, it's all true. And there's nothing I can do about it.” She watched helplessly as tears began to slide down his cheeks. “I'm filthy. I've been steeped in blood, and now I'm disgusting, and anything I touch will be corrupted with me. The only thing I can do is to get myself away from you. You and the others. I have to . . . get away.” Inuyasha's eyes slid away from her and to the side, so she seized the opportunity. He didn't know what was coming until her quiet `osuwari' brought him down.

 

He offered no resistance, taking it as punishment for his actions, and merely emitted a pained `uff' as he hit the forest floor. Kagome walked over to kneel by his head, stroking his hair softly.

 

“You're wrong.”

 

He looked up at her, hope mixing with the fear and misery in his gaze. She stroked around his ears, trying to soothe him. He relaxed a little under her touch, leaning against her hand. She leaned down next to his head and whispered into his ear.

 

“Inuyasha, do you trust me?” He looked into her eyes, and saw his pain mirrored in her dark orbs. He barely managed to nod his head. She offered a small smile in reply and began to pull at his clothes. His eyes widened in fright, and he roughly pulled away from her, jumping to crouch several feet away.

 

“What the fuck are you doing, Kagome?!” He clutched his partially opened haori closed against his chest with one hand, panting and trying to control the smoldering heat that bloomed within him. He felt disgusted at his reaction. God, what kind of an animal was he?

 

“I'm trying to show you something, Inuyasha,” she told him, trying to move closer. He scooted away from her with her every move. “Why are you running away from me?”

 

“I think I've already seen what you're trying to show me, Kagome,” he almost smirked at his own words. She rolled her eyes at him, uttered another quiet `osuwari,' and sunk to her knees before him.

 

“You idiot, you have no idea what I'm trying to do. Would you just trust me? Please?” He looked up at her face, her sad, frightened eyes, and quickly nodded his assent. She got to work on his clothes again, pulling away his haori and under robe. Finally they sat facing each other, him bare-chested. They sat, motionless for a moment or two, neither speaking, too embarrassed to move away. Finally Kagome reached forward and gently stroked his chest. The movement, though soft, was so sudden, so sensual, that Inuyasha's breath caught in his throat. His eyes fluttered closed involuntarily and he started to lean forward too. Almost immediately, he violently thrust himself away from her, not wanting to contaminate her with his vileness.

 

“Don't touch me.”

 

“Why not?” Her soft reply nearly made him smile.

 

“I'm unclean, Kagome. Something you shouldn't be exposed to.” He listened to her shifting and moving towards him. He couldn't meet her eyes, but he couldn't make himself move away from her again either. He jumped as her hand - the one she had used to stroke his chest - was thrust into his line of sight.

 

“There's nothing dirty about you. See?”

 

He stared at the soft, warm little hand for a minute, trying to process what she was telling him. He looked up at her warily, wanting so badly to give in and let her care for him. She smiled a little and moved closer.

 

“Inuyasha, I know you're hurting. Please let me help you. You don't deserve to suffer like this-“

 

“Yes I do!” Inuyasha interrupted her as the memory of what he had done rushed back to him. “Kagome, all those people-“

 

“Would have killed you, and me, if you hadn't done what you did.” He closed his mouth with a snap and looked away.

 

“That doesn't make it right.” Inuyasha felt, rather that heard or saw, her scoot closer.

 

“No, but it doesn't make you a monster, either.” He felt Kagome's soft, little hand rest on his knee, lightly stroking him. He closed his eyes, both soothed and heated by the action. Her head rested against his shoulder, her soft hair tickling his skin. He shut his eyes for a moment, willing himself to stop reacting to the sensations. Her face nuzzled his collarbone, and he suddenly felt her hot, moist breath on his neck. Slowly, awareness of the world around him began to fade away into a warm, cozy-rosy glow. Through the haze, he suddenly felt himself holding an armful of indescribable softness. His lips rested against smooth satin, and his body pressed that cushiony something possessively below him. Gradually, he felt the fog recede and looked down into Kagome's upturned face.

 

For a moment, it was all he could do to focus on her features: flushed cheeks, dark, sparkling eyes, soft, moist lips, slightly parted. She was panting, her warm breath hitting his neck as he stared down at her. He hovered above her for a moment, confused, before violently wrenching himself from her. Once safely away from her, he curled himself up into a ball once more, clenching his fists in his haori to keep them from reaching for her once more.

 

Kagome slowly sat up, disoriented from Inuyasha's kiss and sudden withdrawal. She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. My first kiss . . . She looked up at him, recoiling at the look of disgust on his face.

 

“I-Inuyasha?” He jerked at the sound of her voice. She crept a bit closer to him. “Inuyasha?” She reached out her hand to touch him, but he jerked away as soon as she made contact.

 

“Stay away from me, Kagome.” Her hand dropped to her side as her eyes filled with tears. He glanced at her at the smell of her tears, wanting nothing more than to hold her, to stop her tears. His resolve wavered, his eyes softened, his ears drooped guiltily. He didn't touch her, or even move closer, but he did turn to look at her as he spoke, willing her to understand him. “I'm sorry, Kagome. I lost control just now, and I don't want to risk it again. You have to stay away from me, or I might attack you like that again.”

 

“W-what are you talking about?” Kagome's eyes widened in shock and confusion. He stared at her for a moment, not speaking. Could she really be that dense . . . ?

 

“That -- just now, when I . . . jumped . . . on you,” he forced the words out, each one taking more effort as she flushed at his words. “You have to stay away from me, or I might do it again.” Her eyes widened in understanding, and Inuyasha's words grew more hurried and panicked. Her proximity was getting to him again; he could feel his self-control crumbling. “Kagome, don't you understand? I'm a demon! Worse, a hanyou. I'm dirty, crude, and I'm totally out of control. I'll only end up hurting you, or . . . worse. Defiling you.” Kagome flinched at his words. His self-hatred was so strong it was palpable. She understood now: that look of disgust she had seen after he'd kissed her had been for him, not her. She crept closer.

 

“Inuyasha . . .” he whipped around as she reached out to him, and jumped out of range again. She frowned and tied to go to him again. “Inuyasha, please. Come here. You're not dirty, and I don't care that you're a hanyou. I . . . care about you. I love you.” He paused momentarily at her admission. Then she saw his face harden again, a myriad of emotions swirling in his eyes: despair, fear, anger, and . . . joy?

 

“How can you love me, Kagome? I'm a fucking killing machine!” His self-hate seemed to redouble its efforts on his psyche, though he did stop running away from her. He stood still now, in the center of the clearing, facing her. She looked at him, taking in his form and state. He trembled, most likely under the stress of his feelings, his ears drooped pitifully, and the pain in his eyes made her want to cry.

 

“No.” She smiled softly at him, trying to coax him out of his misery. “No, you're not.” She took a step closer, then another. “There's nothing wrong with you, Inuyasha. You may be hanyou, but that doesn't make you any less of a person. It doesn't make your soul any less pure.” He began to edge away from her advance. She kept moving closer, trying to reach him before he bolted. “You're not a killing machine. You're a skilled warrior, that's all. You're good at protecting those in need.” He stopped moving away for a moment. “You protect me.” Kagome reached out her hand once more to touch his shoulder. She had just made contact when Inuyasha seemed to shake off the stupor her words had placed on him. He jumped away again out of reach. With one last look over his shoulder, he turned, preparing to run.

 

“OSUWARI!”

 

Down he went. He struggled hard, wanting to get away before Kagome could reach him, but it was no use. She crouched down next to him, stroking his hair in a soothing manner, caressing the quivering muscles in his back and shoulders.

 

“Don't you run away from me again, Inuyasha. I love you, and, God as my witness, I refuse to let you suffer like this.” He closed his eyes in resignation, but not before Kagome caught a glimpse of the tears sparkling in them. Seeing that the subduing spell was beginning to dissipate, Kagome swung a leg over his back and seated herself gently on the middle of Inuyasha's back. He looked up at her, surprised at her actions, but she only smiled at him gently and stroked one of his ears. “No running away from me this time. You run, you take me with you.”

 

Inuyasha stared up at her in disbelief. “How can you love me?” She smiled and shrugged.

 

“I just do.” She petted his ear again, and he leaned into her touch, eyes sliding closed.

 

“But I'm dirty.”

 

“No, you're not.”

 

“I'll taint you.”

 

“No, you won't.”

 

“I'll hurt you.”

 

“No, Inuyasha! You will not hurt me!” He looked up at her again. “You've only ever protected me.” His eyes pleaded with her to make him believe it, to make it true. “That's one reason why I love you.”

 

Kagome leaned down, closer and closer. Inuyasha squeezed his eyes closed, starting as he felt her lips on his again. He rolled his body beneath hers until they were lying face to face, her straddling his hips. He placed a hand on the small of her back, cradling her against him. He could feel the warm fog overtaking his thoughts again, blocking out the rest of the world. So lost was he that it took him a few moments to shake off the feeling when Kagome pulled back. He looked up at her, half-fearfully, half-aroused.

 

“You really don't mind . . . ?” He whispered.

 

“Mind?” Kagome leveled her gaze with his. “Inuyasha, if you don't finish what you started . . . I just might scream.” Kagome watched the panic start to creep into his expression, and realized that that response may have been a bit too much for him to handle all at once. Sighing, she gently grabbed one hand and brought it around her waist, holding her against him. She smiled in satisfaction when she felt his grip tighten. She looked down into his face again. “I want you, Inuyasha.”

 

“No --”

 

“Yes. Yes, Inuyasha. I want you. You don't disgust me, and you don't frighten me.” She paused to smooth a hand over his ear. His eyes slid closed at the sensation. “You're beautiful to me, Inuyasha, don't you see that?” With that, she lowered her head to press another kiss to his mouth.

 

This time, Inuyasha didn't hesitate. He tightened his hold around her waist and fisted his other hand in her hair, pressing her tightly against him. She didn't pull away, rather fitted herself more tightly against him and moaned quietly into his kiss. The small sound nearly drove him out of his mind. He rolled over, so that she was beneath him, and pressed against her.

 

Kagome started to feel his weight suddenly pressing down on her. He was heavy, but not uncomfortably so. She noticed that, despite his involvement with their kiss, he carefully held some of his weight off of her with one arm. Aside from the heaviness of his body, she felt the evidence of his passion pressing against her lower stomach. She shifted against him, slightly uncomfortable, only to receive a low groan of pleasure in response. He broke their impassioned kiss only to move along her jaw line to her neck. Kagome gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot by her ear, clutching his shoulders tightly. Inuyasha sensed the sudden spike in her heart rate and breathing and looked up at her face quickly, worried he had overstepped his bounds.

 

“K-Kagome?” He searched her face, looking for signs of distress. She lay beneath him, eyes sparkling, lips swollen and red from his kiss, and out of breath.

 

“Don't stop, Inuyasha,” she begged softly, “Please.” Inuyasha stared into her eyes for a moment longer before returning his mouth to her neck. Kagome arched her head to the side to give him better access, sighing happily. Bit by bit, Inuyasha worked his way down her neck, across her clavicle, towards her sternum, becoming more and more excited as he went. The warm fog clogging his brain grew steadily thicker, only allowing his desire for the girl beneath him to show through. Little by little, the fog and the tiny, whimpering-kitten noises she was making were driving away his sanity.

 

Kagome arched into the large, rough hand she suddenly felt creeping under her shirt. She held her breath as the hand, warm and calloused crept higher, sliding over her breast and squeezing. He wasn't gentle, but she loved it anyway. She moaned her appreciation. He seemed to take the sound as encouragement, and before she could protest his methods, her shirt and bra were torn right down the center and his mouth was torturing one of her nipples. She cried out loudly, fisting her hands in his haori.

 

It was the sound she made that suddenly lifted the fog of passion from Inuyasha's mind. He shook his head, blinking blearily, only to come face to face with her naked chest. He froze, taking in the situation, looking from her face, flushed with passion, to her torn clothing, and finally settling on the light red marks his teeth and claws had left on her soft, pale skin.

 

In a flash, he was once again halfway across the clearing from her, curled up into a fetal position. His hands fisted tightly, and as she sat up to look at him, she could see little trickles of blood running from his fists where his claws had punctured his palms. She sat up slowly, swallowing her frustration once again to calm him and coax him back to her.

 

“Inuyasha, why did you stop?” She asked gently. He flinched at the sound of her voice and turned his face away from her.

 

“Kagome,” his voice sounded raw to her. “Kagome, I'm so sorry, but I can't - I just can't do it. I'll hurt you again, and I just - I - I can't do it!” Kagome felt her jaw drop as he began to cry. Not sniffles, not sad sobs, but hard, hot tears and howls of misery. He was hysterical, and her heart broke for him even as she tamped down her frustration. Deciding that the time for slow movement was passed, Kagome struggled to her feet and rushed to him, gathering him up in her arms and holding him as he cried. He struggled for a moment, trying to get away from her, but with some quick maneuvering and an quiet `osuwari,' Kagome had him firmly pressed against her from above once more, held in her arms. He finally gave up his struggles and turned into her embrace, letting her hold him as he wept. She whispered comforting things in his ear, stroked his hair, and did everything she could to help calm him, until he lay quietly in her arms, still sniffling from time to time. Finally, she felt he was calm enough to talk to her.

 

“Inuyasha, what's wrong here?” She felt him shift against her shoulder. “What brought all this on?” She felt his fingers gently pushing aside the torn halves of her shirt and looked down. Then she saw the slight reddish marks his teeth and claws had left on her flesh and under stood. She clasped the hand to her chest and nudged his head until he looked her in the eyes. “Inuyasha, you didn't hurt me, you idiot. I can't even feel those.” He looked away. “In fact . . . it kinda . . . felt . . . good.” His eyes snapped back to her. She stared back at him, and then slowly raised her face to his and pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss.

 

“Good?” he asked as he broke the kiss. She smiled.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Y-you mean . . . you really want me to . . . ?” Kagome barely stopped herself from bursting out laughing at the look on his face. She nodded enthusiastically.

 

“Yes. Inuyasha, I love you. I want you, and I want you to do what you want. If you want to . . . do this, then I want it, too.” Inuyasha still didn't seem convinced.

 

“But . . . why?” God, she thought, he's still in denial, still convinced he's dirty and unworthy. She looked him square in the eyes.

 

“Why not?” She placed her hand over his heart. “What's not to love?” His eyes widened even more.

 

“But I'm not even huma-” She hurried to silence him.

 

“You're you; that's all that matters to me.” With that, Kagome pulled him down for another loving kiss, and this time, Inuyasha kissed her back. She could still feel him hesitating. He was still being cautious, but at least he wasn't pushing away anymore. She sighed internally. She'd have to take this very slowly.

 

Carefully, cautiously, she lifted one hand to the back of his head, sliding a whisper-light caress over the back of his head. She initially felt his muscles tense at the contact, but the sensation of smooth warmth sliding over him eventually coaxed him into relaxing. She continued the caress for a few more moments before lifting a hand up to stroke his ears. This time his reaction was decidedly appreciative. The little growl that she felt resonating from his throat sent a thrill through her. After a little more ear massage, she slowly dropped her hand down to his shoulder, holding him to her gently but firmly.

 

Now was the time to test all those facts she'd picked up while half-listening to the discovery channel while doing her homework. Arching her back ever so slightly, she carefully bared her stomach to him. Stretching her neck up, she gently pecked him on the chin. He huffed softly in her ear, visibly more at ease, and began to reciprocate her advances. Carefully, timidly, he eased his mouth over hers. He pulled away periodically, as if her mouth burned his, and eventually made his way across her jaw and up to the sensitive tissue behind her ear.

 

“I . . . don't understand,” he puffed, “this is . . . what you want?” She nodded. “Why? You like being with such a . . . a monster?” She jerked her eyes up to meet his.

 

“No.” His ears suddenly drooped as if weighted by stones. “I like being with you. I see no monster here.” Inuyasha's eyes filled with sudden hope. She sighed quietly. “All I want . . . is to make you happy. Comfort you. I can't stand to see you like . . . hating yourself like that. I . . . I love you, Inuyasha. I want to do whatever it takes to prove that to you.” She pulled his head down until their foreheads touched and stared into his eyes. “Whatever it takes.” With that, she pressed her lips firmly to his once more.

 

“Ka-Kagome,” Inuyasha muttered around her kiss, “you don't have to do this. I-I mean-”

 

“Ugh! Inuyasha, for the last time, I want to do this!” Her look demanded that he explain himself. He looked down as he spoke.

 

“I know. I get it, really. You . . .” He took a deep breath as if the words were hard to say, or, more likely, as if he found them so unbelievable that they left him tongue-tied. “You love me.” She smiled at him encouragingly, and he smiled back a little. “But, Kagome, you don't have to do anything to prove that to me. I . . . believe you. Please, don't feel like you have to do this, okay?” Kagome's smile widened.

 

“What if I just want to, hm?” His eyes widened at her tone, and he gulped so hard that she could clearly see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. She began to slowly press herself more firmly against him.

 

“You're sure?” He asked her again. She could see the lust building up in his eyes. His pupils dilated, the surface of his eyes becoming slightly liquid and sparkly. She watched as a delicate flush spread across his nose and cheeks, even up to his ears. She knew enough about anatomy to recognize the signs of arousal when she saw them. She knew that, if she dared to check, she'd find another, very different part of his body also flushed red and swollen. She nodded deliberately in answer to his question. Once again, Inuyasha felt the red haze creeping into his vision. This time, however, he had no reason to fight its encroachment into his brain.

 

Kagome staggered back a step from the force of Inuyasha's sudden embrace and hard, demanding kiss. She clutched his arms as he bore her down to the soft grass on the floor of the clearing. The level of his ferocity was almost overwhelming, and for a moment she wondered if she hadn't made a mistake. But after a moment, she became accustomed to the feel of his harsh kiss, the pressure of his arms around her . . . the hard bulge she felt pressing against her hip. Gathering her nerve, she slowly pressed her hips up against his, brushing against that lump pushing into her so insistently.

 

She wasn't in the least prepared for his reaction.

 

Inuyasha let out a feral roar and fell upon her suddenly, crushing her into the ground with his weight. The movements of his mouth upon her skin became hard, desperate, and increasingly rough. He clenched his fists around each of her wrists, effectively restraining her under his frenzied movements. She felt his grasp vanish from one of her wrists only to reappear seconds later on her breast. She gasped into his mouth and arched her back against his searching touch.

 

He wasn't gentle. Kagome was fairly sure she'd find lurid bruises to prove where he'd been the next morning. Despite his lack of finesse, she couldn't get enough. He'd never really hurt her, that she knew. And if she asked, he would stop. That was all she needed. Anything else was irrelevant.

 

“Hahhh . . . Inuyasha,” Kagome gasped as his searching fingers zeroed in on her nipple, rubbing and pinching slightly. Her outburst caused his attention to shift, and he suddenly pressed his face to the spot where his hand had been, seeking out the tip of her breast with his hungry mouth. “Ah!” she gasped in surprise as his lips closed over her swollen flesh, tugging and nipping at her in a funny, playful way that reminded her strongly of a puppy. She mentally smacked herself for having such a trite thought, but she couldn't deny the resemblance. He drew on her breast greedily, nuzzling his nose into the soft flesh above her nipple. She sighed and tipped her head back, running her hands through his hair as she held his head to her.

 

Pausing only to switch to give her other breast some attention, Inuyasha continued to lavish attention on the flesh of the girl writhing under him for what felt like hours. Her sighs and moans composed a beautiful symphony that had him drowning erotic stimuli. The slight touches of her body against his as she moved against him were more arousing that any fantasy he could have dreamed up. In short, she was a vision - an experience straight out of his hottest wet dreams, and he was loosing his capacity for conscious thought much faster than he liked to admit. For while the little moans and whimpers she emitted excited him beyond belief, the sensation of drawing upon her breast, suckling her like a child, strangely calmed him. The end result was a feeling of drugged ecstasy that spread through him. He pushed her legs apart with his knee and ground himself against her hips before the fuzzy warm red fog completely blocked out his consciousness.

 

Kagome gaped at the size of the lump she felt being pressed against her. She felt a little trill of fear run down her spine before she could squelch it. She didn't care if it hurt; she wanted him too damn much. Reaching down, she gently ran her fingertips along the crown of his arousal. The response was immediate. Inuyasha fairly howled with pleasure, and promptly clamped his hands around her wrists, trapping her hands above her head.

 

He brought his mouth to hers in a near-brutal kiss, swallowing the tiny whimpers that she emitted. He jerked his arm away from her roughly, and after a moment, she realized that she was now naked. She gasped nervously, blushing reflexively. Her flush turned positively fluorescent as he wriggled out of his pants to lay himself against her, naked to her eyes for the first time. He watched her cautiously as her eyes traveled over his bare form. After a moment or two, he began to fidget.

 

“Well?” his voice was sharp from strain and embarrassment. “Don't just lay there staring, wench. Say something!” She looked up at him, still slightly dazed.

 

“What do you want me to say?” her voice was soft. She'd never seen anything as beautiful as his body in her life.

 

“I don't know, bitch!” tension was starting to make his temper a little unstable. “But just sitting there staring at me like a damn fool who's never seen-“

 

“I haven't.” Inuyasha paused.

 

“You haven't?” His eyes turned to hers warily. She smiled slightly, and he was suddenly taken aback by the sheer force of the lust in her gaze.

 

“No, never.” Kagome's eyes returned to his body, and this time, she stretched forth a tentative hand to stroke his skin. He was warm and soft, some kind of silk or satin stretched taught over hard muscles. They twitched slightly under her gentle touch. She continued to stroke him for several minutes, almost forgetting herself in the feel of him under her fingers. As time went on, her touch became firmer, her hands dipping to caress his sides, back, and even his ass briefly. She ran her hands up his chest, reveling in the strength she felt under her hands, until her gaze finally met his once more. She almost broke out in a sweat at the sheer amount of heat in his gaze. His sparkling golden eyes were heavy and lidded, his breath came in heavy gasps, and a delicate flush decorated his cheeks and nose. She met his gaze and licked her lips.

 

That final gesture was apparently the final straw for Inuyasha. The next moment, he jumped on top of her and once again claimed her mouth with his. After they were both breathless, he released her mouth, but only pulled back far enough to allow him to look into her eyes. She shivered at the feel of his breath caressing her skin. Carefully, slowly, he reached down between them and felt between her legs.

 

Kagome gasped at the feel of his fingers caressing her vagina. She felt the gentle scrape of his claws against her as he slipped them in between her lips and sought out the tight little bud of nerves that hid nestled in her damp folds. She gasped, eyes opening wide, when he found it. He watched her face with rapt attention as he gently teased and stroked her clitoris, wanting to see just how close he could bring her before his own control snapped.

 

Kagome, on the other hand, was flying. She'd never felt anything so utterly overwhelming and wonderful in her entire life. She gasped and gently thrust her hips against his hand as he stroked her faster, harder. She could feel little zaps of energy flooding her limbs with each stroke of his fingers. A touch here and the muscles in her legs jumped. A touch there and her hands clamped down on some tufts of grass convulsively. Another touch, and her back arched in ecstasy. The feelings building inside of her became stronger and stronger as his fingers sped up their ministrations. Finally, she felt everything convalesce into a great explosion of feeling and the rest of the world faded away. When she came back down from her high, she felt Inuyasha's arms holding her tightly.

 

“T-that was . . . was . . .” she gasped out. He smirked at her, his face full of lust and love.

 

“Yeah, I know.” He nuzzled his face against her neck and collarbone, grinding his hips against hers in a rather urgent way. Kagome immediately felt his erection, hard and throbbing urgently against her thigh. She leaned back to look into his eyes for a moment, pausing significantly. Then she pulled him down to press his lips to hers.

 

Inuyasha kissed her with all his might and took advantage of her distraction to maneuver himself into position. Once there, he stopped and met her gaze for a long moment before pushing slowly but firmly into her welcoming heat.

 

“Uhh!” Kagome's eyes widened and she lurched forward convulsively as Inuyasha pushed into her body. She curled her spine inward a bit, trying to protect herself from the invasive feeling. Inuyasha, shuddering at her wet, tight heat around his turgid length, dropped a trail of soothing kisses across her forehead and gently pushed her down onto their bed of forest foliage, unbending her and forcing her to accept his intrusion. When he reached her hymen, he stopped and once more met her gaze. She was panting and he tried not to recoil at the slight look of fear that flitted across her features.

 

“Kagome, are you alright?” He asked softly. She gulped and nodded, giving him a soft smile.

 

“It's just so . . . new and . . . overwhelming.” He felt her hands clutch at him, trying to anchor herself against the onslaught of new sensations.

 

“Kagome, this next part might hurt some.” His eyes saddened as he spoke. He had so wanted to be able to promise her that he would never hurt her. But she merely smiled softly at him and reached up to caress his cheek. She nodded, and he took that as the signal to continue.

 

Slowly, carefully, Inuyasha pressed his hips forward until his hipbones connected with the backs of her thighs. His eyes, locked on her face, watched as her expression became suddenly pained, and then strained as she tried to contain her discomfort. He gritted his teeth against the amazing sensations running through his body, caressing his length and then sending shivers up his spine, and dropped his head to her shoulder, brushing kisses along her collarbone and whispering apologies into her ears.

 

“I-ah! I'm so sorry, love.” He gasped out. She took a shaky breath and smiled up at him reassuringly. She reached up and stroked her hand through the silver hair at his temple.

 

“It's okay. It's getting better.” Her eyes softened. “Actually, the pain is really almost nothing. It's just . . .” she looked away, embarrassed. He nuzzled her gently, trying to encourage her to tell him. “Well, it's just that it's a very sensitive place.” He smiled at that. “It's really more shocking than anything else.” He felt some muscles relax as she said those words.

 

“Good.” He managed to grind out a single word before he succumbed to the incredible sensations that threatened to overtake him. With a convulsive shudder, he began to move within her, thrusting in and out of her tight heat gently. Kagome moaned and reached up to anchor herself on his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

 

“Oh, Inuyasha!” he thrilled at the sound of his name on her lips. Her moans came with increasing frequency, and once he sensed that the pain she had experienced upon the start of their joining had dissipated, he began to increase his pace. He moved within her faster, returning to her tight core with more force. Kagome's moans and sighs told him that she appreciated the change. The increasing tightness he felt within her also told him that their activities were having the same effect on her as on him.

 

“Ah, Inuyasha! Mmmm, I'm- I'm-“ Kagome was breathless with ecstasy. She'd never felt anything so wonderful in her entire life, and it was even more wonderful because she was sharing it with Inuyasha. He was big and hard and hot and it was driving her insane, thrust after thrust after thrust after-

 

“Ohhhh GOD!” It seemed that Inuaysha's endurance was nearing its end. He picked up the pace and began slamming into her with all his strength, making her claw at his back with need. It just felt so god damn good! He was powerful and dominant above her, inside of her, and yet . . . she felt safer now than at any other time in her life. He was no longer being gentle, and in fact if he wanted to he could do her some serious damage. And yet . . .

 

“Uhh!” Kagome arched her back in utter bliss as she felt herself begin to tighten in orgasm.

 

“God, Kagome!” Inuyasha bowed his head and began thrusting in and out of her madly, desperate for release but determined to give her hers first. He shifted his weight onto one arm, and, shoulders straining with the effort, reached between her thighs to caress the tiny, sensitive bundle of nerves that waited, quivering, just begging to be touched to trigger Kagome's release - which is exactly what that touch did.

 

“INUYASHAAAA!” Kagome's cry of triumphant pleasure could be heard echoing through the forest for at least a mile around, but at the moment the couple was far too distracted to care. Inuyasha froze and gritted his teeth against the sensation of Kagome's vaginal muscles tightly massaging his erection, hard and throbbing within her. He wanted to hold off for just a few moments to see her face as she came. Her eyes were wide and staring, liquid as tears of joy welled up in their coppery depths, and the delicate skin of her face was flushed from exertion. Her mouth trembled, a gentle sob of rapture escaping from her plump, rosy lips. Finally, the sensations became too much for Inuyasha to bear. With a brutal kiss to her mouth, he thrust into her once, twice, thrice more, and came inside of her, screaming a wordless cry into the still night air.

 

After a moment of breathless stillness, of holding each other as if they were lifelines in an endless sea, Inuyasha slowly rolled to the side. Kagome panted under him, gazing at him in unabashed wonder. He smiled down at her gently, speechless for the moment. Finally, he spoke:

 

“Kagome, I love you more than life itself.” She smiled back up at him, running a hand through his silky silver hair, now a little tangled from their recent activities.

 

“Me too.” Her smile turned mischievous in a second, and she sat up to bring herself nose-to-nose with him. “C'mon, why don't we head back to town? I know of a futon with our names on it, just waiting to be broken in.” He returned her mischievous smile, and after replacing all of their discarded clothing, they returned to their friends, family, and civilization, this time without a trace of fear in their hearts.

 

 

Fìn.

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(And please check out my three other stories here on Mediaminer.org: “Convalescence,” “Cohesion,” and “Pepto-Bismol for the Heart.”)