InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Longest Journey ❯ A Grand Passion ( Chapter 22 )

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Chapter 22: A Grand Passion

Inuyasha followed the prompting of his fragmented mind, and sought out his hiding place. He'd not realized that he wasn't finished changing - and so had been caught off guard. He would have to wait to get his female... he had to be ready to fight the rival male. He didn't remember why that thought bothered him - whether it was the fight, or the rival that caused him to be upset, but with a pained grunt, he pushed those thoughts away, and continued staggering towards his cave.

Groaning, he finally made it, and pushed a large rock into place before the opening, making it too small for most things to get through, and hiding this place fairly effectively as well. With that, he sank to the ground, letting his mind fade into the white noise in his head.

Deep inside, a part of Inuyasha was screaming - he hadn't wanted things to turn out like this, and he feared the only way to be freed from it... was to die.

If only he could find someone that could kill him.

---zZz---

Sugimi moved down the corridor towards his rooms, eager to join his onna, even if all they did was sleep, at least he could do it curled up around her. His beast purred happily at the thought, and he had to smile - at that moment, he really did resemble the puppy Kagome had such fun calling him.

Reaching the door to his chambers, he opened it softly, slipping through, not wanting to wake her if she was already sleeping. Closing it softly behind him, he looked in, and sure enough, there was his precious miko, curled up in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing but a very thin sleeping yukata... and his mind promptly went off track.

Moving quietly over to her side, he looked down at her, desire, love and devotion surging through him in an almost uncontrollable tide, and the need to be with her, to be one with her, became, in that moment, an almost poignant pain. His heart beat painfully, staggering, trying desperately to match her heart's rhythm - and he groaned, overwhelmed - it was too much for him to handle, the need burning so brightly within him.

Stripping his armor and clothing, he moved quickly to his wardrobe and grabbed a pair of sleeping hakama, and pulling them on in a rush, he moved back over to his bed and slid in behind her, curling his body around her protectively.

At the first touch of her skin on his, he inhaled sharply, eyes widening, as his skin instantly felt inflammed, burning with need for the onna in his arms, and he moaned, pressing his face into her hair, he breathed in, deeply, taking in her scent and trying to calm himself down. His body was already so sensitized, and his manhood so hard that it pained him, but he was not interested in getting up and finding more cold water - he had no intentions of moving and leaving his contact with her body, and so, he just curled tighter into her, and breathing in her scent, finally managed to drift off into sleep... and dream of all the things he so desperately wanted to do to his tenchi.

His last thought before sleep took him was that he couldn't last much longer - he knew he'd be mating her within days - if not sooner. He wanted her too badly to wait any longer.

Maybe tonight would be good.

---zZz---

Sango spent the evening during dinner watching the goings on between who she'd found out was Sesshoumaru's mother, and Sugimi and Kagome. Apparently, that Leiko bitch, (in her mind, the name was appropriate, since it meant arrogant, and the bitch certainly was) didn't like the fact that the two were together, and was being a blind idiot to boot.

It was openly apparent that Sugimi and Kagome were meant to be together. They fit, in ways she, personally had never seen before, the love between them easy to see - and the sexual tension between the two was enough to set the whole palace on edge - indeed, it had inspired Miroku to new heights of lechery.

But the woman was ignoring all of that, and desperately attempting to come between the two - and Sango could see Kagome's irritation, and Sugimi's barely controlled anger. So, after dinner, she made her way to them, and grabbing ahold of the woman, she pulled her off to the side, bluntly pulling hiraikotsu around and leaning on it, and waited for the youkai female to start screaming. She looked down at her hand, idly thinking that her nails needed trimmed again, as Leiko tried to get over her shock.

"How dare you, you dirty ningen, put your hands on me?! I could kill you in an instant!"

Sango looked up from her hand, obviously bored, and merely looked blandly at her. "Actually, you could try... but I'm not so easy to kill. I am a youkai slayer - and you are a youkai. What does that tell you?" she asked the stunned female.

"Now, if you think you can keep getting away with causing my best friend trouble, think again." Sango reached over and ran a hand down the woman's arm. "Hmm," she said, thoughtfully, inwardly laughing hysterically at the woman's out and out shock, "your skin is soft enough... I could get a good price for it."

Shaking her head, she looked back up at her. "Well anyway, you get the message. Don't play a game you can't win - and with this group, there is no game that you can win, so it's just safest for you to play nice until your son gets here, visit with him, and then go home, got it? I'd really hate to have to explain to Sesshoumaru why I have your skin hanging on the wall of my room."

With one last glance at the fuming woman, she sauntered off to join the others in the gardens, enjoying the crisp fall air. She cast a glance at Kagome, not surprised to see her sitting in her daiyoukai's lap, and grinned.

Wandering over to Miroku, she settled down next to him, just waiting for the first touch, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint, grabbing her rear within seconds, and she reached over and smacked the back of his head, hard. Shaking her head, she called out, "You know, Kagome, you and Sugimi-sama just need to get yourselves mated already. The tension you're creating around here is driving some of us," she glared at Miroku, "to insane levels of lechery."

Kagome glared over at her friend, red-faced, as Sugimi's eyes lit from within, and everyone else burst out laughing.

"You know, Sango," she said, pointedly, "maybe if Miroku was getting some action of his own he wouldn't be so interested in everyone elses!"

Again, the laughter was loud, and this time, it was a red-faced Sango that sat, glaring at the group.

"Perhaps its a good thing the children aren't out here, beloved... I don't think they would appreciate this talk," Sugimi chuckled.

Miroku's eyes were bright as he said, "Ah, but the point is, they are not out here, so this kind of talk may continue without harming anyone."

Once again, Sango smacked him in the head. She sighed. "I think your wrong, Kagome. It wouldn't matter if he was 'getting some action of his own', he'd still be just as interested in everyone elses."

Koga laughed hard at that. "Then he'd have loved to be an ookami. Mating is not something that we are shy about, and is oftentimes done in front of everyone."

Kagome looked shocked and appalled as Miroku's face lit up. "Miroku, you're a voyeur!"

He grinned. "Ah, Kagome, it is just that love makes the world go around, wouldn't you agree? There is no finer thing than the expression of love between a couple."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't try to pretty it up, Miroku. That's lust, not love. And you're just a pervert."

Kagome looked over at Sango. "Did you really have to pick him, Sango? Wasn't there anyone else you could have chosen... like say, maybe that monk - what was his name again... oh yeah, Ungai? I mean, if you wanted a monk..." she trailed off into giggles at Miroku's offended look, as Sango made a face.

"He probably would have been a more respectable choice, I'll agree there," she said, dryly.

"But my dear Sango... would he have been able to pleasure you like I can? That is the important question, my love," smiling as she shook her head in mock despair. "Respectable only takes you so far, Sango, believe me."

Sugimi chuckled at their antics, privately agreeing with the hentai monk. Respectable was all well and good, but he had no intention of being respectable with his female... he'd be enjoying the lechery himself, very, very soon now. The thoughts were so pleasant, and the feeling of her wriggling around in his lap so good, that it was taking a heavy toll on him not to just jump her right there.

If she keeps this up, Miroku might get quite an eyeful!

He sighed, just waiting for Kagome to notice his body's reaction to her movements, knowing she'd turn ten different shades of red - and he wasn't disappointed.

As she felt his hardened manhood pressing insistantly between her thighs, she inhaled sharply, eyes widening, and then blushed, before slumping slightly in his lap with a quiet moan - his flesh was rubbing her in a very sensitive area, and it was making her feel weak.

Sugimi's nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her arousal, again, and he looked up, eyes flashing to red as the ookami's eyes widened as he caught her scent as well - and suddenly, Kagome found herself being hauled through the passageways of the shiro as a feral Sugimi fled with her towards his rooms, leaving behind a stunned group of people - at least until Koga told them what the matter was.

Then Miroku burst into laughter. "I wonder if he would mind if I followed them," he mused, before suddenly finding himself on the ground looking up at a red-faced Sango.

"Pervert!"

---zZz---

Sugimi made it back to his rooms in record time, and looked down at a rather confused Kagome. Eyes still red around the edges, he growled low, angry that yet another male had noticed her aroused scent and started to respond to it. This kind of thing would keep on happening until she was finally claimed, and at this point, he and his beast were fresh out of control.

Settling her down on her feet, he growled again, a demanding growl, and surprisingly enough, she seemed to understand what he wanted, baring her throat and submitting to him. He bent his head and accepted her submission, nuzzling, licking and kissing all along her neck, and inhaling her scent deeply.

Finally, pulling away, he looked down at her, and with the last shreds of his control nearly gone, asked, "Must we wait any longer, beloved?" Taking a deep breath, meeting her stunned yet aroused gaze firmly, he said, "I don't know if I can keep myself from taking you and marking you, Kagome - so if you still aren't ready, you'd best leave now and go to your rooms... and put up a barrier. Even my beast is fighting me, wanting to take you now."

She looked on, somewhat shocked at the sight of him, eyes flaring between red and gold, and a desperate look of love and longing on his face - and she had no thoughts of resisting, she loved him, and she knew she did, and she wanted him just as deeply as he did her.

Reaching a hand up, she cupped his cheek and said, "There's no reason to wait any longer, my beloved... I am ready to be marked by you."

His eyes lit with triumph, and he growled as he swept her into his arms and strode towards the bed. With the last bit of sanity he had left, he threw up a barrier around the room - he would not tolerate any interruptions, he'd waited centuries for this woman, and the waiting was officially over.

In some ways, Sugimi felt badly for it happening this way: because he had lost his control and could no longer keep himself from her. But he had just had too many things tearing at the edges of his control for too long - the fight with his own son over her, then the damn ookami, and now Leiko and her crap... it was just too much. All the threats to his onna would disappear once he had her all nice and marked - and he was damn sure going to do that this night.

Letting her down again gently, he pulled her to him, glowing eyes staring into hers, mesmerizing her, and he suddenly groaned heatedly, saying, "Kami, Kagome - I need you so, like I need air, or water, or food - I need you to live..." swooping down, he took her mouth like the conquerer he was, fast and hard, tasting every part of her hot mouth, and even though Kagome tried to fight his tongue for dominance, he stopped that quickly, forcing her into a sweet submission that would last an eternity.

The kiss was beyond hunger, beyond anything Kagome had ever experienced, it was a wildfire raging out of control, and every nerve in her body was screaming at her with a tension that could only be released one way - with his body answering the call of hers and taking her... hard.

Despite the fact that she was a virgin, Kagome didn't want soft and tender - not this time. She wasn't worried about her barrier and pain, she knew she'd lost it long ago with all the battles and things she'd fought here, so she was more than prepared for him to dominate her in every way, and she showed him that by responding like the little hellcat she was... wild and free, and unafraid.

With a growl, he pushed her back onto the bed, coming down over her, and as her back arched, her throat was thrown into high relief - and he couldn't resist that siren's call, attacking the succulent flesh that lay bare before him, sucking it into his mouth, hard, and biting down, leaving a livid bruise where he would soon be placing his mark.

She inhaled a shriek as he did that, the blood thundering through her veins, and almost saw stars at the force of her passion as it surged higher within her. Everything he was doing to her was perfect... and her mind was completely gone, all that was left was the primal female that she was under the layers of civilization. Her back arched again, as she pressed her breasts against his chest, and cried out in disappointment at the feel of the cloth coming between their flesh.

Responding to that cry, and knowing it for what it was, Sugimi pulled back and slashed her clothing from her body, not even attempting to try to take it off, and then did the same to his own, throwing the remnants away across the room, and staring with hot, red eyes at the body of his beloved.

She was perfect, and a deep, approving rumble started deep in his chest as she stared up at him, just as entranced with him as he was with her. Moving his burning gaze down, from her sweet face, past her neck and shoulders, his eyes suddenly locked onto her breasts, bare and pouty before his gaze, and snarling, he bent down and almost viciously sucked one nipple into his mouth, while his clawed hand splayed across the other, kneading and shaping it to his desires.

She let out a choked scream, and grabbed his head, holding it to her, hands fisting in his hair at the overwhelming sensations of having her lover suckling from her as he was, the rumbling in his chest just heightening the feelings, vibrating through her body as she sobbed out her pleasure with the broken syllables of his name. Tearing the leather tie from his hair, she sucked in a breath at the erotic feel of it as it fell down from its knot, covering both their bodies in a blanket of molten silver, and she buried her hands in it, moaning as it brushed sensually over her overly sensitive skin.

Eyes closed, she pushed upward into his mouth, silently begging for him to continue the erotic play of his mouth and hands against her taut flesh, and he obliged, tearing his mouth away from the one breast, and switching places with his hand, suckling the rosy peak of the other breast just as harshly as the first.

Once Kagome was almost in tears and begging for a release from the exquisite pleasure, he moved down, licking and suckling the skin along her flat belly, then dipping his tongue into her belly-button... before pulling away and blowing softly into it. When she arched upward and screamed, he lost every bit of sense he had and, parting her legs almost roughly bent and pressed his face into her most private regions, inhaling the delicious, maddening scent of her arousal deeply, and snarled.

"Mine! No one elses, never anyone elses, only mine!"

She writhed beneath him, mind fogged and unclear, and body singed with the flames he was igniting within her as he clamped his mouth to her most intimate flesh and began to suckle, and for a moment, as her eyes closed, she could see the blood vessels in negative against the blinding glare that lit her from within - and she thought that she would pass out - she couldn't breath, the intensity of his touch on her and his passionate words of claiming destroying any ability she had to draw air into her starved lungs.

Sugimi was completely gone, feral, the taste of his onna driving him past any sense and straight into the wildness of his youkai blood, snarling as she sobbed out his name and begged for a release from the pleasure that was a thin line away from pain... he pulled away and looked down at her - and pride flashed through him at the sight of her, so wild and wanton beneath him, the knowledge that only he would ever see her this way finally breaking through. With a triumphant growl, he rubbed himself against her opening, sliding smoothly in when she responded immediately, pushing upwards to impale herself on him.

Eyes snapping open as he claimed her heated depths, she stared up at her lover in shock, never having known the touch of a man, and so not prepared for what it would feel like, and then her eyes flashed, and her aura swelled, inarticulate words of pleasure and pain welcoming him into her - and bending to her, he took her lips in a primal kiss, and began to move.

Mine, mine, mine, was the gleeful chant of his beast, and his rational side repeated it back to him until all that he was was chanting those words with every thrust and every retreat. He snarled at the feel of her frantic attempts to match his pace, pulling away from her lips, and grabbing her hips, he forcibly held her still as he pounded into her, determined to brand her for all time as his one and only. He purred at her as she ran her hands down his back, and over his ass, cupping and gripping, trying in her desperation to encourage him to move faster...

"Please... please - Sugimi... "

"Please what, my onna? Tell me what you want!" he ground out, voice barely recognizable.

"I don't... I don't know! Something..." she whimpered, then cried out as something deep inside began to wind up, tighter and tighter, her body stiffening - and then, suddenly it snapped, and white light exploded behind her eyelids, as she came, screaming and crying, almost panicked at the awesome intensity of it.

Sugimi's throat closed up for an instant as he felt her body tighten impossibly around his hardened flesh, almost forcing his orgasm, and fangs elongated, beast roaring triumphantly, he lunged forward and found that spot on her neck, plunging his fangs into her flesh as he slammed into her one final time... then released her neck and roared his pleasure and claim to the world as he released himself inside her for endless, awe-inspiring moments... and then he slowly collapsed against his now quietly crying new mate.

Slowly, he picked his head up from her shoulder where it had landed, and looked at her, worried that he'd hurt her. As his mind cleared, he realized that he'd been very rough - especially for her first time - and he feared he'd scarred her.

"Kagome... love, are you - are you alright? I didn't mean...dammit," he slumped forward, and then rolled, trying to take his weight off her and withdrawing himself from inside her carefully. Gathering her soft form to his side, he tilted her face up to his, regret plastered all over his expression.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, love... I'm so, so sorry I was so rough."

Kagome gasped, and shaking her head, said, "No! No, love, you didn't hurt me - I wanted it that way as much as you did. I suppose it was all the tension of the last weeks," she blushed and looked down, "you know, wanting you so much and trying to control it. I'm glad it happened like that," she said, suddenly fierce as she looked back up into his concerned eyes. "It was wonderful, my beloved. I'm only crying because it was so good... and because I love you so very much. It just kinda overwhelmed me for a few minutes, that's all," she said, softly.

His eyes softened, and he wiped the tears with one gentle finger, bending and pressing a tender, aching kiss to her lips, then he pulled back and sighed.

"I love you, too, my tenchi, my mate. Now, no one can ever separate us - not even death." He smiled. "We will always be together."

"Always," she agreed.