InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Telling ❯ Heat ( Chapter 8 )

 

OK, if you like this story, please review and let me know. It's my first one, so please don't be to harsh on my virgin self! ;) And, not to fear, Sesshomaru comes back in the next chapter. It's going to be good. Trust me.

 

 

 

 

 

Three days! It had been three days since the evening that Kagome had stormed off into the woods, kissed Inuyasha, and embarrassed herself in front of Sesshomaru. Three long days of nonstop traveling. Inuyasha had seemed unusually driven, and only allowed the group to stop for a quick lunch break each day. The only other time that their shard hunting had ceased was after the sun had set and everyone was too hungry and tired to continue. No one, not even Kagome really knew what was up with the hanyou, but after so much walking, the once jovial group was turning more and more surely as a whole. Inuyasha had even yelled at her when she had begged the group to halt for a few minutes so that she could go into the bushes and relieve herself! Kagome had forcefully stopped his tirade by sitting him five or six times, and once thoroughly satisfied that he was temporarily incapacitated, had run into the forest thinking that she would be lucky to get any distance away from the group before her bladder burst. If possible, things had only gone downhill from that point on. Finally, when the humans could take no more, they had all walked away from the hanyou and made camp. Inuyasha had stomped on for a while before realizing that his pack was no longer following him, and had returned to their campsite pissed off, but silent. Ignoring even the ramen that Kagome was cooking, he stalked away and jumped into the lower branches of a nearby tree, turned his back on the group, and “Keh'd” disgustedly for all to hear. The group pointedly disregarded his antics.

 

“What is going on with him anyway?” Sango asked her friends with a subtle look in the hanyou's direction.

 

Handing out the cups of ramen, Kagome replied “I don't know, and I'm too tired to care. All I want right now is a good long bath. I wonder if there are any hot springs nearby?” She audibly sighed, knowing that she would have to ask Inuyasha if he knew, and dreading his response. She was saved the trouble by his super sensing puppy ears.

 

“Oi wench!” He called out, never turning to face her. “There's a spring over there.” He raised his chin to gesture to the right side of the camp.

 

Despite her previous anger and frustration with him, Kagome was so thankful to FINALLY be getting a break and a bath after the long days spent walking, all she could do was yell to his back “Thanks Inuyasha!” Turning to look at Sango, she inquired of her friend, “Do you want to come with me then Sango?”

 

“As much as I would love a good long soak, I think that I'll stay here for a bit and have a little something more to eat if you don't mind Kagome. All the travelling with so few breaks has left me famished. But you go ahead, and I'll head over when you're done.” Inclining her head towards the miko, she whispered softly "Besides, someone should stay here and make sure that baka Inuyasha doesn't do anything stupid.”

 

“I heard that!” Came a gruff yell from the tree the hanyou was sitting in.

 

Glaring at said tree, Sango simply looked at Kagome and said “Go ahead, relax. We'll be fine.”

 

“OK, if you're sure, then I'll be back soon!” Kagome smiled at the slayer, grabbed her pack with her clean clothes and bathing supplies, and practically ran off towards the spring.

 

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Inuyasha was having a really shitty couple of days. The day after he had kissed Kagome should have been a happy occasion. Sure, he had gone to sleep in the tree, embarrassed and more than a little frustrated, but he was sure that once morning came, he'd be able to get Kagome alone and ask her about what was going on between them. Of course, she couldn't possibly love him or anything, he was after all just a disgusting half-breed......

 

“But she let you kiss her,” his mind whispered hopefully to him.

 

“Yeah, but I'm pretty fucking sure she regretted it,” he answered back.

 

“Then why did she let you touch her afterwards?”

 

“She probably just wanted to get back to the others as fast as possible; she didn't want to be alone with me anymore.” He thought sadly to himself.

 

“But she was clinging to you, and then, that HEAT that she started to give off when she grabbed you tighter.....”

 

Both Inuyasha and his brain groaned inwardly at the memory.

 

“Fuck me. I'm talking to myself. I must be going crazy! No. I'm not just talking to myself, I'm having goddamn arguments with myself. Shit!”

 

Refusing to have anything else to do with his brain, he closed his eyes and relaxed. All this thinking was making his head hurt. He'd figure it all out in the morning.

 

And then the sun had risen, and what was supposed to be a day of discoveries turned into the awkward day from hell.

 

Since he didn't really sleep, he had caught the first whiff of the scent that was causing all of the discomfort within the group and within himself. It had begun after Kagome had fallen asleep and the moon had ascended into the night sky. Light and faint at first, he still knew it for what it was and immediately felt the length in his pants harden. Trying desperately to ignore what he knew was happening, he turned his face away from the little miko and scented the cool night breeze for scents of trouble. Finding nothing amiss, he sighed in disgust. “Of course there wouldn't be a fucking demon around to attack when you want one," he thought. Maybe he could just pretend nothing was happening down there by the fire and it would go away? Perhaps he was just imagining it all anyway? Holding onto that fool's hope like it was a life preserver and he was lost at sea, he slowly turned his face back to the slip of a girl sleeping below his tree.

 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.” He moaned to himself. The scent was heavier than before and had grown musky and slightly spicy. He felt himself grow painfully hard and shifted his position on the branch to try to alleviate some of his discomfort. He felt a bit of saliva pool in his mouth and he swallowed thickly. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, seeing her wet and naked, holding her, kissing her, carrying her, and now she was.... she was..... Taking a deep breath through his sensitive nose, he knew.

 

She was in heat. Kagome was fertile.

 

He couldn't help himself, he had to get closer to that smell. Taking a quick scan of the group to make sure that everyone was indeed asleep, he lightly jumped out of the branches and slunk up to Kagome's sleeping form. She was nestled into her sleeping bag, breathing slow and deep, her full breasts rising and falling in time to her breaths. Noting the slight protrusion in the bag by her belly, he knelt forward and took an investigative whiff. It was the damn kitsune! He heard a soft and low growl emanate from the back of his throat. The kit was far too close to Kagome, too close to the place where that intoxicating smell was coming from. Shaking his head to clear it, Inuyasha realized that he was jealous of a child. “Stop being a baka!” he chastised himself. “Shippo probably doesn't even notice the smell Kagome's giving off. He's just a little kid.”

 

Settling himself back on his haunches and placing his fists between his feet he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. Eyeing the curves of her body that were evident even through the sleeping bag, he mentally corrected himself. “No, this is no girl. Kagome's done quite a lot of growing up since you first met her, she's definitely a woman now, and not just because her heat is so much more potent than before either. She's matured mentally as well as physically, and her spiritual strength has increased too. She's stronger now than Kikyou ever was, and she's still young.”

 

He found that he was awestruck by everything about his friend. She was beautiful, smart, strong, stubborn and patient. These last two traits caused a smile to break out on the hanyou's face. She was almost as stubborn as he was after all, and that was saying something. As for patient, “well,” he thought with a sigh, “she'd have to be to put up with me and my shit for so long.”

 

So lost in his thoughts he hardly realized what he was doing, he tentatively reached out and pushed a lock of raven hair away from her face and behind her ear. As his claw gently stroked over her cheek, her heard her sigh throatily “yes.” Eyes wide, he reached out again and brushed his claws softly around her ear and down her neck. He was stunned when she moaned softly and tensed her body in her sleep. His already hard member twitched at her response.

 

It was all too much. He had to stop. Now not only could he smell Kagome's heat, he could sense the smell of her arousal. But he wanted to touch her again and again, hear those soft moans and pleas over and over. Maybe if he kept touching her she would say something to hint at who she was dreaming about? Was she dreaming that it was him touching her, or another? He growled again, a little louder than before. He didn't want to get his hopes up but he couldn't help wondering who else she could possibly be dreaming of. After all, how many other males did Kagome really spend time with? He caught himself just as his hand was about to touch her again. He had to stop. He had to get away from her. Her combined smells were going to make him lose it, and he would end up doing something stupid like picking her up and taking her away from the group so that he could really touch her, smell her. Taste her.

 

“Fuck” he hissed. The thought of tasting Kagome was too much for his already over-stimulated manhood. He needed to cool down quick or he was going to make a mess in his hakama. He decided a long run might work off some of his unspent energy. Pushing up from the ground he took to the forest running at full speed. He was gone before he heard Kagome sleepily mutter his brother's name.

 

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Thus began the three days of hell. Inuyasha couldn't possibly get near enough to Kagome to talk to her since every time he came within 10 feet of her, he could smell her heat and grew immediately hard. As the days went by, he got more and more frustrated, mentally and sexually. All of this arousal and no relief! Sometimes he thought that he was going to die from the torture. If he could just get some time away from everyone, maybe he could slink off somewhere to get a little private time and take care of some of those urges himself. But every night, just as he was about to sneak off and, uhhh, take matters into his own hands, someone would wake up. He knew he was pushing them too hard, not giving them enough breaks, making them walk great distances daily, and he knew that their human bodies were aching. So of course, whenever someone rolled over or changed positions in their sleep, it would invariably cause some sore muscle to tense, or pull and the individual would wake with a pained groan or yelp. Thus Inuyasha was never free to relieve his tension. He realized that in this case he was his own worst enemy, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't let them stop and be forced to sit near Kagome and smell her. He couldn't even keep a proper vigil during the nights because he had to stray far enough away from the group to no longer be seduced by her fertile odor. He was losing it, he was tired, and he was mighty fucking cranky.

 

So here he was, in a tree, not even able to look at the object of his affections. And now she was off to another hot spring to bathe again. Memories of his last encounter with the miko at a spring flooded his mind, and for what felt like the thousandths time that week, he felt his cock stiffen. “Fan-fucking-tastic.” He thought sarcastically. “Just what I need, another hard-on.” Blocking out everything occurring by the fire, he concentrated on very un-sexy thoughts.

 

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“So monk, any idea what's going on with Inuyasha?” Sango asked Miroku.

 

“My dearest Sango, I have no idea why he is acting so peculiar. All I know is that he began this strange behavior the day after he sought out Kagome at the hot spring.” The houshi replied.

 

“But what could have happened? Kagome told me the basics, but I know that she wasn't totally honest about everything that occurred.” Sango questioned.

 

Surreptitiously scooting closer to the slayer, Miroku responded “I do not know, for although Inuyasha is acting odd, Kagome seems to be her usual cheerful self. If something had happened between them, I would have to assume that they would both be acting differently, not just Inuyasha.” He moved his hand stealthily into prime groping position.

 

“Touch me and you're dead monk.” Sango said absently without even glancing in his direction.

 

“I am saddened that you think so lowly of me lovely Sango. I had no intention of touching you, rather I was simply making myself more comfortable.”

 

“Hentai.” She stated just as absently as before.

 

Heaving a sigh, Miroku stood. “As I see that you are deep in thought about the situation, I will take my leave of you for the time being so that I too may think about our predicament before meditating and praying for an answer to Inuyasha's obvious discomfort.” With that he walked off into the woods.

 

It was the kitsune who next spoke, nearly 15 minutes later. “Hey Sango? Have you ever noticed that Miroku always seems to go off to meditate and pray when you or Kagome goes to bathe?”

 

Jolted out of her troubled thoughts Sango realized she hadn't noticed in which direction the monk had left. Rolling her eyes she couldn't help but think “Out of the mouths of babes....” Oh well, she knew that Kagome could take care of herself when it came to the hentai monk, and she could certainly help Kagome in her cause once he returned to the camp. Smiling wickedly at the thought, Sango once again began to ponder what could have happened the night that Kagome had saved Kikyou.