InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Inutaisho Legacy ❯ Remaining Victorious ( Chapter 18 )

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“The Inutaisho Legacy” chapter eighteen

Remaining Victorious

 

 

“Inuyasha, your robes are finished!” Kagome called. The youkai maid bowed low and offered the folded red garments to her. Kagome inclined her head and carried them inside to her husband.

Inuyasha was on his back, being wrestled into submission by a hyper Inutaro. His pup kicked his legs and arms, crowing loudly in triumph as Inuyasha groaned under him.

“That's great, Kagome! Ah, pup, quit it, that's Papa's esophagus!” Inuyasha yelped. Inutaro hung over his father's side, grinning madly.

 

“Where ever did you learn that word, my love?” Kagome asked. Inuyasha shrugged under his son.

“Keh, I occasionally pay attention when you do your learning.”

 

“Well that's good and… Inutaro!” Kagome called. Their son crawled off Inuyasha and zoomed straight for the red garments. In moments he had unfolded the fire rat's robe and hakama, and had them wrapped around him. Kagome wound up laughing as her son peeked under a wide sleeve and panted happily.

 

“Peh! Peh!” Inutaro cried out proudly. Inuyasha groaned and rubbed his bare side.

“Hey, they just got fixed up nice, pup! You be good to your papa's things,” he suggested. Kagome leaned against her husband's chest and caressed his bare hip.

 

“I don't know, I like having you this way while we're in here….” Kagome crooned.

Inuyasha grinned as happily as his son, his ears twitching. When they heard the guards outside clear throats and announce the arrival of Jaken, he covered himself with the blankets and waited for the toad to enter.

 

Jaken waddled in, red in the face and mumbling to himself. So much for insisting on seeing what Sesshomaru-sama had wanted of him. His lord and lady were obviously in the middle of amorous activity they had halted just to converse with him, and it was even more obvious to the toad's sharp ears that they quit their break the instant the paper screens were snapped shut.

“His lordship requested my presence here immediately for a task you had in mind,” Jaken said formally, bowing down on one knee. Kagome smiled and tucked her thin sleeping robe around her.

 

“Thank you, Jaken. Inuyasha and I were wondering if you could watch Inutaro for us? Just until dinnertime?” Kagome asked sweetly. Jaken face-faulted but managed a weak smile for the eager pup holding his arms up for him.

 

“Well, then I'd be glad to take a look at little Inuyasha…. wah!” Jaken face-faulted once more as he took in the senior Inuyasha to his mind stretched out in the same manner as Sesshomaru-sama had been. Really sometimes his lords were not discreet to their intended actions!

Kagome ruffled the top of Jaken's bald head around his hat and sighed. “Thank you, Jaken. We really appreciate it.” And then Inutaro was deposited in one of Jaken's stubby arms, discussion over.

 

He held the pup to his shoulder, balancing himself on the Staff of Heads with other hand. “It would be my pleasure, Kagome-sama!” Jaken puffed his chest out, briefly satisfied to his task with the small simple caress of womanly fingers against his scalp. Inutaro squealed and hit his ear.

Inuyasha pillowed his head on his arms and gave his wife a low sly look as Jaken stammered and squawked his way out of their chambers. The doors were slid shut and the guards on the other side were heard shifting position. Kagome turned when she felt Inuyasha tugging at the hem of her robe. Inuyasha grinned up and winked as he tugged at her legs.

 

“Well, whatever do you want, husband?” Kagome asked innocently. She side stepped Inuyasha's reaching hands and moved away from the bed. Inuyasha grinned and sat up, his nakedness open to the room. Kagome watched his taut muscled form from the corner of her eyes and giggled. She blushed as she caught sight of his stiffening manhood. It bobbed as he rose to one knee.

“Sesshomaru asked his toady to watch our kid and I know we're all doing the same thing. Won't you come here, Kagome?” Inuyasha growled softly. Kagome touched his shoulders and kissed his brow sweetly.

 

“So it's that time again hmm? You would think I'm pregnant again, it's all we do,” Kagome giggled. Inuyasha stood on his knees and buried his face in Kagome's belly bared to his gaze. He pushed her robe away and chuckled against her. Kagome ran her fingers through his hair until his hands squeezed the soft curves of her rear, startling her. Kagome yelped and stood on her tiptoes. Inuyasha sprang up in one fluid motion, hitching her up in his arms when she jumped from that squeeze. Kagome's feet dangled in the air as she hugged his neck.

 

“Well you're not… are you?” Inuyasha asked seriously, ardor momentarily cooled. Kagome shook her head.

“I had my cycle last week. I just love freaking you out,” Kagome grinned. Inuyasha groaned, but angled his face up for a kiss. Kagome leaned down against his naked muscles and angled one leg around his hip. His clawed hand ran over the patch on her bare hip and they sank down to the futon.

 

* * * *

 

Rin thanked the maids and carried the tray of food back in to the royal chambers. The doors slid shut behind the Lady of the Western Lands as her bare feet carried her back to the low wide bed she shared with her lord and husband.

Sesshomaru was sprawled on his back across the wide bedding, his pale form naked to the fresh mountain air coming in through the open windows. The most minute of breezes stirred the ends of his long white hair bannered across the futon. His muscles moved under his breathing patterns. He was not covered with the silk coverings, his loins open to the room. His pale manhood lay limply against his thigh, impressive even while resting. Rin set the tray down on a small stand and untied her sleeping robe. Her long dark hair was slightly tangled from rest and other activities and hung to her waist unbound. The Lady stretched her arms, feeling wondrously energized. Her muscles ached in odd areas, but it wasn't anything she wasn't unused to.

Rin felt sore between the thighs however. She gingerly lowered herself on her side beside Sesshomaru and kissed his lips shortly. Sesshomaru stirred, his warm golden eyes slitting open. He smiled and ran his hands over his lady's open form. Rin sighed with contentment as his hands moved through and around intimate spots, but she was so tired he did not arouse her quickly. Her passion thrummed low and taut, slow anticipation showing in her lazy moans and entwining limbs.

 

“You should cover yourself, my lord. Aren't you cold?” Rin asked softly. Her fingers smoothed through Sesshomaru's white bangs lovingly. Sesshomaru shook his head and kissed her wrist sweetly. The edges of his fangs grazed her darker skin enticingly. The shudder he felt through their link shook the core of his being as well.

“Hmmmm…” Sesshomaru shook with her at the involuntary shiver Rin had sent through them both and rubbed one hand down the small of her back. “This Sesshomaru finds it hard to want to be cold when the Lady of the Western Lands is this close.”

 

Rin arched her back under his hand and sighed. “Are you…. sure?” she asked. Her hair fell down against his hip. Sesshomaru shuddered, the most male part of himself reacting to the silken feel of her hair against him. His lady stretching languidly against him added to the mood once more.

 

Rin keened softly when Sesshomaru parted her with his left hand, his fingers working softly against her folds. She felt herself throb for him despite her weariness and Rin clung to her lord's shoulders with sharp fingertips. Sesshomaru smirked and kissed her neck, suckling at an especially tender spot next to her mating mark. Rin tilted her head back and gasped. Sesshomaru was mindful of his lady's more tender needs and when he stiffened against her thigh, he did not rush the mood.

Rin was tired, but she readily slid one thigh over his hip to straddle her lord's stiffening arousal. She rubbed up and down, sighing contently. Sesshomaru's hands ran up her back softly as he urged her to her own ready pace. Rin grasped him by the base and slid down onto him. Her eyes closed from the sheer pleasure that slow firm thrust gave her, and she paused. Sesshomaru watched his lady with love as her thighs rested firmly down against his hips, imbedding him to the hilt. As much as he loved watching the small arches of her delicate back and the heave of her small breasts from this position, he throbbed with a steady pulse that demanded satisfaction.

In due time. Sesshomaru was weary from a night of lovemaking, rest, eating, and more amorous activity. It had done wonders for his sexual appetite that his lady could conceive, and while she wasn't even in heat, they had tried again and again as if the number of times they'd achieved would ensure a pup was conceived by day's end.

 

They had certainly almost wrung themselves dry. Sesshomaru was sure that a steady ejaculation in activity would keep him at his most fertile, but he most certainly could not keep tiring his Lady out. Rin moved up and down on him, her hands entwining with his as they rode a slow but sure pace to completion. But it was evident in her every movement that she needed more rest.

 

Sesshomaru rubbed his thumbs over the backs of Rin's hands and brought one up to lick. Rin opened her eyes and gazed down at his paleness with pure adoration, her dark hair shifting with her thrusts. Sesshomaru cupped her cheek and held her hips protectively. Rin hurried her pace and Sesshomaru allowed himself to be carried with her. When his lady worked against him with short and eager pumps, her throat uttering small wild gasps, he felt his blood enflame from her excitement. Sesshomaru growled and he lifted his hips off the bed. This embedded himself deeper in his small mate, her thighs wet with their joining.

“Uhhhn!” Rin gasped, throwing her head back, her eyes squeezing shut. Her hands scraped Sesshomaru's flat stomach, trying to grab purchase as she came with a startling shriek. Her fingertips only scratched him up some and Sesshomaru thrust hard under her. Rin gasped in surprise then uttered a shaking moan as she rode his harder pushes as her orgasm leaked away. An instant later, her lord hurried to his end and emptied his seed into her once again.

 

Rin half lay against her lord's pale chest and stomach, keeping her weight on her elbows as she gasped for blessed air. Sesshomaru held her hips and tummy protectively and pressed small kisses against the top of her head.

 

“Are you pleased, my lady?” he murmured. Rin laughed and leaned up. She clenched him again and Sesshomaru twitched in response. But they were far too exhausted to follow up with yet another round so enjoyed the far deeper embrace.

 

“Hmmm always,” Rin murmured sleepily. She yawned and Sesshomaru carefully lifted her from him, cradling her hip in his large hand. Rin curled against his chest, eyes closing. Sesshomaru rubbed her belly gently and spooned her. The couple rested together and drifted to sleep.

 

* * * *

 

“Kagome, wait…. wait…. ah! No! Wait! AH!”

The guards shifted nervously, eyelids twitching. The couple they had been picked to protect had been at it since the toad had carried off their pup. They had been told in their briefing that the Lady Kagome was one hundred percent human and the Lord Inuyasha was a hanyou, by kami, but what they heard through the screen doors told them they could not be sure.

 

“Inuyasha… hmm right there…. stop moving…. stop it!” A loud smack sounded in the room and the guards winced, aroused by the implications. Inuyasha howled in response, mirroring their very thoughts. One of the guards longed to tug at his hakama sash to alleviate the pressure of the beginnings of an erection. The other wondered if the whole scenario wasn't just torture.

“Man oh man…” the former murmured to his partner. He licked one curved fang with longing anticipation to the feminine moaning within the chambers. The latter shook his head, wincing.

 

“You don't think…. she's killing him, do you? She's human!” he whispered. The other guard grinned lewdly as Inuyasha moaned deeply. Somebody was making scratching noises on the tatami mats. The couple had shifted position across the whole damn room it sounded like.

“She can kill me anytime. Are we sure she's full human? That Lady Kagome sounds like a real animal!” the first guard whispered. The second guard stiffened his spine and clenched his yari with nervous fingers.

 

“She probably heard that!”

“Oh yeah…” The first guard winced.

The noise in the room stopped for an instant. The guards seemed to relax. Then the moans and scratch noises started again and they stood rigidly once more.

 

“You see?? She doesn't know when to quit!”

“Would you be quiet already??”

“Well they're not….”

“Oh yeah….”

“Damn.”

 

* * * *

 

Inuyasha traced the curve of Kagome's bare back, purring softly. She settled her weight on her elbows and nipped his throat softly. Inuyasha groaned as he laughed beneath her, tracing her back and hips with tender claws.

 

“Come on, don't move too much, mate,” Inuyasha murmured. He leaned up for a soft kiss. Kagome cupped his face and laughed in his mouth.

“Oh, I'll move all I want, and you are going to like it,” she promised arching her hips. Inuyasha groaned in retaliation.

 

“Stop it, you're going to make it fall off! Are you sure you're not pregnant?” Inuyasha protested lightly. Kagome curled against his pleasing warmth.

“I`m sure, Inuyasha…. besides, Mama and Jii-chan would kill you this time,” she commented casually. Inuyasha shrugged and rubbed her back.

 

“Hey, now, our pup needs a father and you know it,” Inuyasha muttered. Kagome rubbed against his chest.

“Are you ready to go again?”

“ARE you trying to kill me?? Wait, don't answer that too soon!” Inuyasha sweated. Kagome climbed off him, separating from his member. It lay limply against his thigh, spotting him with excess seed.

 

Inuyasha laid his head on his arms and panted. Finally, some rest! When his mate came back to him, brandishing one of her silk obi's in her slender fingers, he groaned.

 

“Come on, Kagome, I'm beat!” he protested. Kagome leaned down to kiss his lips, her hair falling against his chest as she engaged herself with his hands. She tied his wrists above his head with graceful fluidity. Kagome settled down against him and kissed him softly until he wasn't feeling quite so sore. Her hand ran down his stomach and traced his limp member. It twitched and she smiled, kissing his chest.

 

“I mean it, Kagome, I'm tired,” Inuyasha said firmly. He tried to look stern and failed when her hand dipped lower to cup him softly. Her fingers made him pull taut, his manhood stiffening slightly. Kagome smiled and kissed his nipple. Inuyasha sighed softly, his chest muscles rigid.

 

“I said I was tired!” he yelped. Kagome stroked him from base to tip with soft firm fingertips. He couldn't stop from reacting, his member bobbing to stand fully. Kagome kissed his belly, and sucked his tip gently. Inuyasha went from halfway to fully swollen. He gasped softly, as Kagome teased him with her tongue.

“Kagome,” he gasped. Kagome took her mouth away from him and kissed his thigh. She giggled when she heard her mate groan, trying to move her closer to him.

 

“I thought you said you were tired,” she said, grinning softly. Inuyasha moaned and arched his hips up.

“Come on, don't be like this!” he insisted. Kagome ran her fingertips over his concaving belly, ignoring his blatant arousal.

 

“Be like what?” she asked innocently. Inuyasha whuffed and looked down at her with narrowed eyebrows.

 

“Quit being so mean! I'm hard for ya again,” he insisted. Kagome licked his tip softly, and listened to Inuyasha groan appreciatively. Then she sat against his hips, his arrested lust standing against her belly. Inuyasha tried to rub against her but Kagome held him still with hips and hands. She ran her hands up and down his captive muscled torso and kissed his lips, his ears, his neck, his chest.

 

“Kagome!”

“Yes, darling?”

“Will you PLEASE get on me already?”

“Well if you put it that way…”

“Ah!”

“Better, love?”

“Don't talk, move more on me, dammit!”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me…”

 

* * * *

 

Koga stood at the top of a cliff and exhaled nervously through his nose. Ayame had gotten too large to run or hunt now, and lay in bed waiting to have their cub. Her elders had come all the way to witness the birth of their heir and Koga had gotten out away from the hustle and chaos.

It was a tribe leaders duty to be away from the birthing bed anyway, and Koga felt his job in the cub's existence was over. He would get to name the cub once it was born, and look after his mate, but for the time being, well, it was a good thing to be away from the mess.

 

“Koga, aren't you excited? Ayame's about to have the kid!” Hiko ran up behind his leader and braced with his hands against his knees. He was out of breath from running after Koga of course. His brother Ginta stopped just behind him and panted.

 

“Feh! Course I'm excited! She's okay, isn't she?” A twinge of worry seeped into the wolf leader's cocky tone. Ginta guffawed out loud.

“Course she is! You know our princess.”

 

“Hmmm…” Koga puffed his chest out and crossed his strong arms. His ears twitched, listening carefully. Finally the sound of an infant wailed high from the caves. He gave a whuff of air out and smiled softly.

“Hey, sounds like it's here, Koga!” Hiko cheered. Koga tapped one foot on the stone and sped off. His usual whirlwind was gone with the loss of the Shikon shards, but he was still fast. Faster than the dog prince even, he would bet.

“Well then, hurry up! My cub awaits his father's appraisal,” Koga said confidently.

 

When the elders were done fussing and let him in, Ayame sat up strong but weary in a bed of furs. Koga could smell the afterbirth and blood from her, but she was unhurt. A small squirmy bundle wriggled in his mate's arms and Koga knelt on one knee to hold his hands out.

“Is it a boy?” he asked egotistically, but his eyes shone naked with concern for his family. Ayame's smile was shy but bright as she slid the perfect demon infant into his hands.

 

“It is, a strong son,” she whispered proudly. Koga gaped down with profound surprise at the perfect youkai features, the head of dark hair, the pointed ears and the tail whipping from the small flanks.

“He is strong!” Koga agreed, holding his cub above his head. He howled in consternation down at him. Koga laughed and cradled him in the crook of his arm, feeding him a fingertip.

 

“What shall he be called, Koga-sama?” One hunched elder bowed low.

 

“Taki. He shall be named Taki,” Koga exclaimed grandly. He bounced the infant in his arms before handing him back to Ayame.

 

“That is a fine name, Koga,” Ayame whispered. Koga grinned and kissed her brow.

 

“Thank you for this fine gift,” he murmured. Ayame blushed prettily and cradled her baby close.

“Will young Master Taki be presented to the clans as such?” Another elder wondered. Koga stood and spread one muscled arm in a grand pose.

 

“Taki son of Koga will rest for the time being! Then he will be presented as heir of this clan,” Koga stated. The elders gave awed exclamations and bowed low. Ayame smiled softly.

 

“Hey he looks just like Koga….”

“Wonder if he'll be as fast?”

“Come on, its Koga's kid! Course he'll be fast!”

 

Koga grinned at his companions and stretched out beside Ayame. “Come on, clear out! My mate and son need their rest.”

 

Ginta and Hiko cleared out the maids and elders, granting their prince time alone with his family.

Koga cradled Ayame in one strong arm and rested his chin against her hair.

 

* * * *

 

Kyoko and Shippou sat side by side before a roaring campfire. Kyoko's parents bustled over the dinner's arrangements, well Kyoko's quiet mother prepared the meal while Hida bellowed commands and suggestions. Shippou's future sister in laws climbed all over the chaos of the scene, hunters Shun and Daisuke mingling with them.

Shippou laughed and whispered to Kyoko when Satsuki and Akane were pulled to help their mother. They couldn't spend time with their hunters in that way.

Daisuke held Nozomi in one arm while Souta and Hikaru clung to his legs. Shippou guffawed at him until Daisuke threatened to dump one or all the kids onto him. Shippou cringed and remained contrite. Sango's children loved his pointed ears and fangs. They also loved pulling on his tail until he got tears in his eyes.

 

Akane gave Daisuke several moist-eyed stares while he cared for his employer's children, so maybe it wasn't all that bad for him. Shun decided to merely help Satsuki carry her burden, stealing a touch at her hip or arm when Hida's back was turned. Kyoko's mother was more observant than most, but approved of the disciplined tall hunters.

 

Miroku could only laugh with her about that, sharing a private joke with Hida's wife over the reason why he sent his employees to Shippou's new home.

“So the wedding is coming soon,” Sango observed, sharpening blades in the grass. Hikaru hopped off of Daisuke's leg and hopped into her mother's lap. Sango smiled and took her eldest child's hands in hers, and helped her glide the sharpening stone over the blades edge, making sure the blade was not in any danger of reaching Hikaru's small fingers.

Hikaru giggled at the gritting noise the stone made and shivered against her mother. Sango pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

 

“Yes it is!” Shippou smiled, turning to Kyoko. They shared a short kiss, with her family so close, and Sango as well. She had become Shippou's foster mother in a sense, when Kagome returned to her home to birth Inutaro. “The elders are saying the day will fall on an auspicious sign for domestic affair, so far be it to disagree.”

 

“So, what will you call your first child?” Sango asked casually, adjusting Hikaru's wriggling against her. She set the katana far from her reach for safety's sake. Shippou and Kyoko stared at each other, their faces red.

“What are you saying, Sango-san!” Kyoko yelped. Shippou flushed red and scratched his neck.

“A mother herself knows. I think you're close to coming alone, or already doing so,” Sango said, grinning wryly. Hikaru cheered and hopped off her mother to tackle Miroku's legs. Sango watched her go, fondly.

 

“Well, that is…we haven't…. much…” Shippou stammered. Kyoko touched his forearm and spoke to him gently.

“You might be??” Shippou yelped. He looked amazed. Sango laughed and turned to see Daisuke standing over her.

 

“Mistress Sango, the little one has gotten hungry I think,” the tall serious hunter said in an embarrassed tone. Nozomi had her face pressed into his open haori and was rooting around, crying out in frustration. Sango felt her breasts ache from the familiar cry and opened her arms for her baby. Nozomi happily landed her mouth onto a dark nipple and suckled eagerly.

Shippou smiled softly, watching his old friend and foster mother cradle her youngest while dressed in hakama and haori, three blades scattered around her legs. She was a fierce friend and fiercer wife and mother.

 

Souta hopped off of Daisuke's leg and darted around Shippou and Kyoko shyly. “Someone's coming,” he said seriously.

 

Shippou looked up as four figures walked up from the distance. They were walking with the sun at their backs, so it was hard to see who they were. Souta gripped his back with tiny strong fingers as two tall figures of molten silver and white and red showed through the sun's flames and two smaller dark women walked at their sides.

 

“It's Inuyasha and Kagome! HEY!” Miroku called out without decorum. The usually reserved and polite priest lost his guarded tone when he had a few drinks in him. Hida standing at his side with a bottle of sake seemed to explain the situation more clearly and both called out happy greetings. All knew the lordling's Inuyasha prowess, youkai and human alike.

For fighting Naraku and giving his mate the opportunity to defeat the treacherous hanyou ensured the clans and families of the islands security and safety forever after. Kagome was ever as famous, if recognized in the past, and she carried the fame her battle brought her with reservation and humility.

 

The jubilation died out with quiet murmurs of awe when Sesshomaru was identified beside his half brother. The Lady Rin was dressed in an elaborate kimono describing her rank at his side and the villagers didn't know what to think.

 

Sango broke the separation from Sesshomaru and his bride to walk past the questioning villagers. She bowed at the waist with Nozomi cradled in one arm, her haori retied appropriately.

“My Lady Rin, won't you and your husband join us for supper?” She asked in a high clear voice. Miroku grinned madly with the liquor's affect, his heart swelling in pride for his wife's sensibility and courage. Hida's large hand clapped down on his shoulder when Sesshomaru turned down his nose, barely nodding his head to his wife, but followed Rin in towards the campfire.

“That's a woman to be proud of,” he said in awed tones. Miroku smiled and held his arm down for Hikaru. She hopped off of his leg and leaped into her father's arms.

 

“But you have a league of women to be proud of. I am envious of you myself, Hida-san,” Miroku said smoothly. His words were the right ones for Hida laughed loudly and went to greet Inuyasha and Kagome.

 

Shippou hugged Kagome and had his hair ruffled by Inuyasha. He bowed to the Lady Rin, wife of Inuyasha's brother, and bowed lower to the stern and unassuming Inu lord. His lips did not quirk into smiles easily, and everyone could feel the tense aura thrumming from him but Kagome knew he was relaxed.

 

Sesshomaru stood apart from the humans and looked back towards the wilds of the forests. He wished nothing than to leave to hunt, but a small hand tugged at his sleeve briefly.

Sesshomaru looked down into his lady's bright eyes and conceded a small smile for her alone. She was in heat, and far be it for him to leave her alone. There weren't signs she was pregnant yet, but the way was open. The ground was fertile and Sesshomaru took his lady's hand.

 

So the Lord of the Western Lands sat at a human's campfire, surrounded by awed giggling whelps who patted his long white hair with worshipful hands, and sat at his knees. Inutaro took the crown spot, settled against his uncle's legs. He giggled in the fire's light as Rin fed him carefully.

 

Sesshomaru touched the silver hair crowning Inutaro's scalp and tickled the dog ears. His own child would be a hanyou, and would look this way. He could get used to this.

 

 

End for now

 

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