InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Telling ❯ Love, Torture and Understanding ( Chapter 13 )

He awoke to the faint sound of chattering teeth. Bright golden eyes opened to find that the source of the noise was the woman asleep next to him. All he wanted to do was stop the noise and go back to sleep. He rarely allowed himself the pleasure of a good long night of slumber, and when he actually did, well it was a treat. And the fact that he was spending the evening sleeping with this lovely girl, well, it was even better than ramen.

 

Reaching out his arm, Inuyasha pulled Kagome tight to his chest. Somehow during her sleep, she had pulled away from him. He wasn't happy to see that she had done so, but the ease with which her sleeping body nestled up against him again eased the feeling of loss. He bent his head to nuzzle into her hair again. At the touch of his nose to her neck, he was shocked to find that she was freezing. Being a hanyou, he had noticed that it had grown quite a bit colder, but he hadn't realized how much so until he had heard her teeth chattering and felt the icy flesh of her neck. He began to worry that if he didn't do something to warm her, she would get sick, or worse.

 

Trying to warm her and get her blood flowing, he began to rub the curve of her body. It wasn't a feather light touch or caress as he had previously done, but a full gentle rub. Using long strokes, he worked the cold from her side and moved his hand down to her hip. Continuing his mission, he was shocked to find that her legs were bare.

 

“Oh yeah. She's still wearing my robe cause we had to leave all her stuff at the spring.” he remembered. He blushed at the touch of his rough hands to her soft skin, but determined that he would have to get over it. She was cold, and he was only trying to help. Besides, although her teeth had stopped chattering, she was still asleep.

 

Satisfied that she was warmer now, he moved his arm back up to encircle her waist and pull her close. As long as they didn't separate in their sleep again, their combined body heat would do the trick and keep her warm. Holding her to his chest, he noticed how small she was. Sometimes, well, most of the time, he forgot about her small stature and dainty build. She was so powerful and fearless that she seemed larger than life. But holding her here and protecting her from something as simple as the elements, he realized how wrong those perceptions were. This woman, who had faced down all manner of demons without the slightest hint of fear, who had nearly purified the Lord of the West only hours before, was so small here in his arms that his shirt nearly engulfed her. “She is amazing.” he thought simply as he burrowed into her hair and breathed deep. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on Kagome's slow and rhythmic breathing. He had just begun to doze when another cold breeze whipped over them, this one forceful enough to make the campfire sputter.

 

Kagome moaned and snuggled down further into the sleeping bag while simultaneously pushing her back closer to Inuyasha's chest. As she did so, the hand that had rested on her belly found itself in a new and awkward position.

 

His eyes shot open as he realized that although she had changed positions, his had had not moved with her and was therefore now resting on her breast. The back of his mind screamed for him to move it, and quickly, but it was quickly overruled. How long had he wanted to touch her like this? It seemed like forever. And the feeling of her warm fleshy mound was like nothing her could have imagined. Instead of removing his hand like he knew he should, he cupped her breast gently. She groaned softly at the touch and his length stiffened in response.

 

Ok, so this was wrong Beyond wrong. In fact, it was just seriously fucked. She was asleep, and he was molesting her. Great. Just fan-fucking-tastic. He was a hentai. Grimacing slightly, he finally pulled his hand away.

 

Kagome had been drifting on the edge of sleep for several minutes before she felt the large hand cradle her breast. The touch was warm and gentle and felt so nice that she had instantly relaxed into it. It seemed that all too soon the hand that had begun to inspire the liquid heat in her belly disappeared and she frowned at the loss. She scooted back into the warmth behind her until every inch of her body was pressed against it's source. “Inuyasha” she whispered.

 

Kami! She was awake! “Oh, I'm so fucked. She's going to be so pissed.” He thought. Squeezing his eyes shut, he prepared for the inevitable “osuwari” he knew was coming. But it never came. Instead, she pushed herself further into his chest until every bit of her was aligned with his body. When her backside pushed against his groin, he instinctively thrust his hips forward to relive the building ache there. When she moaned at the intimate gesture, he dipped his head down to place another open mouthed kiss on the back of her neck. Forgetting all former fears, he slid his hand back up to her breast.

 

Kagome's upper body arched into his hand and as it did so, the neckline of her borrowed loose-fitting kimono fell open. Inuyasha heard the soft rustle of cloth, and though he could be dense, the opportunity that this presented was not lost on him. Slipping his hand down to the opening he had one mission, cleavage or bust. He longed for nothing more than the simple pleasure of skin on skin.

 

Kagome moaned as his rough hand slid over her naked breast and gently teased a nipple. Clawed fingers hesitantly and carefully rolled and pulled the bus, bringing it to a stiffened peak. Ceasing it's ministrations, the hand slid back to her other mound to pay it the same attention. She was lost in a sea of pleasure and felt the warm heat pooling between her legs. Rolling over onto her back she looked up into the golden orbs of the boy she had waited so very long for.

 

Inuyasha couldn't believe his luck, that he was actually awake and that he was touching Kagome this way. He had to be dreaming again. He was jolted harshly back into the reality of the situation when she rolled onto her back and her blue eyes locked with his. His hand ceased all movements as he was sure she was going to tell him to stop. He was shocked when after a moments pause she instead reached one small hand up, grabbed one of his forelocks, and pulled his lips down to hers. Gold eyes that had been widened in surprise quickly closed in pleasure as she nipped at his lower lip requesting an entrance that he quickly granted permission to. He opened his mouth and her soft tongue probed the cavern, seeking out his own. The thrill of her kiss had stunned him until the tip of her tongue met his. At the sudden electrifying touch, he regained his composure and began to kiss her back fully. They momentarily fought a battle for dominance until she surrendered and he entered her hot little mouth. Having never kissed any woman like this he took his time exploring every inch of this delicious orifice. He licked along her lips and ran his tongue along her dull little teeth, tasting every bit of her. He felt her hands fist into his hair and pull him even more deeply into her. He groaned into her mouth and his hand began a slow trek down between her breasts to her belly. Here he stopped.

 

Kagome moaned in disappointment when his hand ceased it's journey. The coil within her had begun to twist tightly and she was well aware of the fact that it would need to be released soon. His kiss, so tender and innocent to start, had built to a passionate level and her lust grew along with it. When his hand had begun to move lower, she had been wantonly overjoyed. And then he had stopped. Opening her eyes, she looked up the hanyou to see his downcast eyes and reddened cheeks.

 

Feeling her gaze upon him, he whispered “Kagome, I've never....”

 

So he was a virgin too? She had thought he might be, despite the whole Kikyou thing, but it had never been confirmed until now. Wanting him to feel at ease and to continue, she cut him off with a well-placed “Don't stop.”

 

He couldn't be hearing her right. Surely she had said “stop” and he had just imagined the “don't.” “Kagome, I” he tried again.

 

Here he was cut off once more, this time by her small hand being placed over his own. “I said don't stop Inuyasha.” she said softly as she bent her knees slightly, spread her legs, and guided his hand to her most intimate of places.

 

As his fingers came into contact with her soft, moist curls, he groaned and his painfully hard erection twitched. He had never touched any woman this way, had hardly dared to dream of doing so. Yet here was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met giving herself freely to him. He thanked the Kami for giving him this. Even if she didn't love him, didn't want anything other than to use him to gain her own pleasure, he was still grateful.

 

The smells of her heat, her arousal, and just her natural odor mixed into a heady cloud and fogged his brain. Bringing his face back down to kiss her again, he slid one finger between her slick folds. As his finger ran over her hard little pearl, she let out a throaty moan which he eagerly swallowed. So this little bundle brought her pleasure? He ran his hand back down to gather some moisture and then returned to her little button. Gently he placed his finger over it and rubbed.

 

Her reaction was instantaneous. Her scent increased dramatically and her hips thrust upwards and she pulled her lips from his and forcefully whispered “Yes!” His instincts beginning to take over at the sight of bringing her pleasure, his hand dipped down again and he slid one clawed finger carefully into her tight little passage. She moaned again as he slid into her pulled out again. As his finger continued it's gentle assault, his thumb came back up to rub the little bundle of nerves he had previously found. She began to writhe beneath him and her honey leaked from her core to coat his hand.

 

The coil in her lower belly was now wound painfully tight and she knew that she was close. As she thrust her hips upwards again she mewled out “More, Inuyasha. I need more.”

 

She was moving too much. He knew that it was caused by her pleasure, but he was having a hard time maintaining his ministrations while she kept moving around. Growling softly, he had just placed one hand on her hips to keep her steady when he heard her request. She wanted more? Well, if his bitch needed more, he would give it to her. Eyes tinted with red he slid a second finger into her and began to move his hand at a faster pace while still massaging her little pearl. Looking into her face he saw her tilt her head back as her eyes closed and her mouth opened to allow her quick panting breaths. He was panting with her in his own excitement now and as he felt her tight inner walls begin to flutter around him, he growled louder and slid a third finger home. “Let go Kagome!” he commanded forcefully.

 

As she felt another finger join the first two, the coil in her abruptly broke and she screamed out “Inuyasha!”

 

He felt her walls clutch him tightly and pull his fingers in deeply and then she came. Her sweet essence coated his hand and his only sense of loss was at the fact that his tongue was not there to taste it. Removing his fingers from her core he could not bring himself to abandon her so quickly and gently cupped her sex. Looking down at the woman who had permitted him to touch her, he was awestruck by the sight of her. Laying below him, head tipped back, eyes closed, her bangs plastered to her forehead, she had never before looked so beautiful to him. The sight of her sweat-slicked skin in the moonlight made her look ethereal. And the sight of her exposed thought inspired thoughts of his ravaging her here and now to fill his head. He struggled to contain his demon side and with a low growl his red tinged eyes returned to placid gold. He would not take her, it was not how she would want it to happen, if she wanted it to happen at all. The fight to subdue the monster in his hakama however was not so readily won and he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable.

 

Blue eyes opened and gazed up at him. For a moment they merely stared at each other, both lost in their thoughts. Neither could believe that what had happened had actually occurred. The eye contact was lost when Inuyasha bent his head to Kagome's and kissed her chastely.

 

Kagome had noticed that he was obviously struggling with more than just his inner demon and she felt as though she should do something to relieve his ache as he had done for her. As her kissed her, she snaked her arm out to grasp the bulge in his pants but was confused when he pulled away.

 

“Inuyasha? Don't you want me to....?” She asked in a voice coated with lust.

 

Groaning he replied “There's nothing that I want more Kagome, but we can't.” Noticing the little frown that caused her eyebrows to furrow, he explained “If we go any farther tonight, I can't promise that I won't try to take you. You're in heat and I explained how that smell calls to males. Not to mention the fact that I've wanted you for awhile now and....” He trailed off blushing. He hated to admit his feelings. He just wasn't any good at it. “And if we did anything, the chances that you would become pupped are pretty high since you're fertile and all. So, its better if we just stop ok?” Sensing her disappointment, he pulled her close. “There will be other opportunities. Believe me, I'm not going anywhere. I promised to stay with you and protect you didn't I? And I will, even if it means protecting you from myself.” He kissed her forehead as he told her “Sleep Kagome. We still have a few hours until sun-up and then everyone else will be back.”

 

Closing her eyes, Kagome sighed. This whole heat thing was really a pain.

 

Unbeknownst to the two lovers, honeyed eyes narrowed and watched them from the trees.

 

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He had awoken to find himself alone in the dark and in a rather unflattering and compromising position. Why in the world was he lying naked by a hot spring? And why did his head ache so terribly? Shaking his head gently to clear the fog he stood and looked around him. He was still at a loss until his eyes fell on the yellow bag. With a groan, the memories flooded back to him. He had followed the miko here and bathed with her. Things had been going well until she had begun that unfathomable outburst and attempted to leave. And then that scent had hit him, shooting through him in a way that her sacred arrows never could.

 

He realized here that something had gone horribly wrong, but he couldn't recall what it was. That in and of itself was enough for the taiyoukai to wager a guess. She had been in heat and at the sight of her lovely figure and the powerful scents of her arousal and heat permeating the air, he had lost control of his beast. He had tried to take her. Sesshomaru began to growl in fury at the thought of forcing any female, ningen or otherwise into rutting with him. It was disgraceful, and not something that he would ever do. And yet he had attempted it. He was disgusted with himself.

 

Walking over to his clothes, he began to dress. As he pulled his kimono on, he felt a stab of pain in his shoulder. Hissing between clenched teeth, he recalled something else. Inuyasha had come for her, to rescue her. He and the hanyou had been ready to battle for her when she had suddenly begun to seethe with anger and he had foolishly ignored the signs of her growing power. Had he not seen evidence of them first hand three days prior? He was a fool to have ignored her so, whether he or his beast was in control, but ignore her he had, and he had reaped the rewards. He remembered that the demon that had shortly before been Inuyasha had stopped his approach and had averted his eyes. And then he had felt a small hand strike his person. That was all he could recollect. Well, there was that sharp pain, but that was everything. Darkness had taken him then, and he could bring to mind nothing more.

 

Turning his head to inspect this strange wound that should have healed within minutes and yet seemed to plague him so, he was shocked to see the area still raw and ender. Never in his long life had he sustained such a lasting injury from a simple strike. Reaching his hand up to gently probe the area, he hissed in pain. She had purified him! Or attempted to do so at least. And she had come quite close. If he had been any weaker, he would be nothing more than a pile of ashes. And the area still radiated holy energy! His mind was so occupied with confusion at how this little woman had done something that he could not even begin to fathom that he failed to notice that the hand that had been inspecting his injury was his left one.

 

He reached his hands up to massage his temples and relieve the ache that this whole situation was causing within his head. As he rubbed slow circles on both sides of his cranium, his eyes closed. As he was about to sigh in relaxation, his breath caught and his eyes widened. He was rubbing his head, with BOTH hands. Freeing his left hand from it's ministrations, he lifted it close to his face to inspect the new appendage. Turing it from right to left, he decided that it was indeed his and real. His simple “Hn” conveyed nothing of the shock he felt. How had this happened? It must have something to do with the miko. Letting the subject go for the time being, he turned to gather his armor.

 

Catching sight of the little miko's bag and belongings, he felt his self-disgust again. No female deserved what he had just put her through. She had obviously been so frightened that she had left without taking the time to gather her things. Strangely, the thought that she had been terrified of him saddened him. Behind his self-loathing for his actions, there was also a good portion of remorse for the miko.

 

It was then that he had decided to gather her things and bring them to her. He would return them and offer the humblest of apologies. It was not something that he did often, in fact he could not recall the last time that he had actually apologized to anyone, but in this case, he would make an exception. The woman was nothing but sweet and innocent, and she had not deserved what he had done to her. He would somehow make her understand that it would never happen again.

 

Donning his armor, he picked up the yellow bag and followed the scent of this most interesting woman and the half-breed.

 

For some reason, he hoped she would forgive him.

 

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He had followed their scents back to their camp, but had been shocked to stillness at the sight that greeted him. Inuyasha and Kagome were curled up together, asleep. Attempting to placate himself with a rational explanation, he remembered that it was indeed quite cold out and perhaps they were merely trying to stay warm by utilizing and sharing body heat? Of course the cold did not bother one such as himself but perhaps for a hanyou and certainly for a human it was another story?

 

Hanging back, hidden from their view by the trees, he determined that he would wait until sunrise to return her possessions and apologize. Surely after her ordeal she would need her rest. He would wait for them to wake and then find a way of getting her alone so that he wouldn't have to apologize in front of the others. Glancing around, he noticed that there rest of Inuyasha's pack was strangely absent. He had never come upon them when they weren't together and he wondered about their location.

 

And it was then that his hell had started. Surely it was some form of punishment from the Gods that he had been forced to watch them. Perhaps he hadn't been forced, but he had found that he could not tear his eyes away as the half-breed began to stroke the miko.

 

Continuing on the path of denial, he reasoned that he could hear the woman's teeth chattering from here and perhaps his brother wasn't as clueless as he had believed. She was obviously cold, and having the hanyou rub her would certainly cause her blood to warm. He had done the exact same thing for Rin one night when she had become so cold that he had worried for her well-being. And he certainly didn't feel anything improper for the little girl, so Inuyasha was most likely just aiding the little miko. He assumed his thoughts confirmed when the hanyou ceased his rubbing and simply pulled the girl in closer. Although he did not like the way that his brother nestled into the woman, he admitted that to keep her warm, it was exactly what was needed.

 

And then as though the Gods were conspiring against him, a harsh wind blew over the area and caused the campfire to sputter. At this assault of the elements, the little miko pushed her body in tightly to his brother's chest. He saw Inuyasha's eyes widen as his hand fell upon her breast, and then to Sesshomaru's utter chagrin, the little woman moaned. Said hand did not release it's grasp. Finally, the hand slipped from it's position and Sesshomaru sighed in relief. He would be forced to kill the whelp if he molested the girl in her sleep. It was a terrible thing to lose control, but to do something like that knowingly, that was unforgivable.

 

Then the miko had awoken and said his brother's name. The taiyoukai was sure that the hanyou was about to get a proper scolding and allowed himself a small smile at the thought. His hopes were dashed and his face fell when the woman merely called out to the half-breed and pushed tightly against him. As he caught sight of Inuyasha's hips thrusting forward and his hand traveling back to the miko's lovely little breasts, Sesshomaru almost felt physical pain, but he could not take his eyes away. Even as the woman pulled the hanyou down for a kiss, and even as said hanyou began to pleasure her, he could not glance away. When Inuyasha uttered the command for her to let go and she submitted and screamed his name to the heavens, a little part of Sesshomaru went cold.

 

He continued to observe them as Inuyasha gave explanations as to why they could not continue. At least now she seemed to know about her heat and the effects it had on demons. Then the hanyou tenderly kissed her head and she finally slept. Only Sesshomaru heard his brother whisper “Thank you, Koi.” to the sleeping woman before he too returned to his slumber.

 

He wanted to hate her. He wanted to wish to kill her. He wanted to at least be able to view this as a betrayal. But all he could do was understand her.

 

 

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So, don't hate me! I swear to you, Sess gets the girl! I mean, duh. Inuyasha is obviously going to screw it up somehow. So if you want to flame, do so about something OTHER than the fact that Inuyasha gave Kagome something that she REALLY needed. OK?

 

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