InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Telling ❯ Decisions ( Chapter 24 )

She had thought that perhaps with Inuyasha finally gone she might cry. But in the end, she had surprised herself and held the tears at bay. There had been something curious about Sesshomaru's advice. Okay, admittedly, there had been quite a few odd things about it. But the thing that continued to strike fear into her was the fact that he had kept reiterating how much he had missed her. Had she died then? Or had she merely become Inuyasha's mate and abandoned Sesshomaru?

 

Heaving a sigh, she realized that dwelling on that would be an exercise in futility. She would never know the answers and as off-putting as it was, she would do better not to fixate on it.

 

She wanted to think that the decision should take her ages. She wanted to sit here in her room for days on end just contemplating her choice. It SHOULD be difficult. She had loved Inuyasha for so long, had wanted him to love her in return for years, and tonight, he had told her exactly that. She should be jumping for joy.

 

But she wasn't. Something had changed, and it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out what that something was. She had indeed loved Inuyasha, loved him desperately, until the taiyoukai had stepped through the forest and into her life. The moment that Sesshomaru had kissed her, her world had flipped upside down.

 

There would always be the doubt, the dark sliver in her heart that wondered whether she was just Kikyou's replacement. She wanted to believe that Inuyasha really loved her, and only her; that he cherished Kagome for Kagome. But doubt was a traitorous thing, not easily banished. Sesshomaru was right; she didn't disbelieve the fact that Inuyasha cared for her, but was that enough? Enough to give her heart to him, tie her life to his?

 

“Inuyasha will never be able to give you his entire heart. Part of him will always belong to the other miko.” The taiyoukai's words echoed in her head. They were brutal, almost cruel. Yet the fact remained that every single one of them was true. Inuyasha would never really be free of Kikyou, even if she died again. She was forever bound to him, and he to her. For years, Kagome had tried to find a loophole in it, but there was none. He could never really be fully hers, and she could never bring herself to accept any less. Maybe she would have been alright with it before, but now that Sesshomaru had brazenly strode into her life and offered her all that he was, she could not turn back.

 

So, it was really just heartbreakingly simple. She would have to go back through the well and tell them both of her choice. She wasn't looking forward to it, but there was nothing else left to do.

 

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He had watched as the miko left through the well, and he had felt justified in the fact that he was at a loss. She had gone in, there had been the obvious signs of deep magic, and then she was gone. Not only had her person disappeared, but her scent had begun to fade almost instantly. It was mystifying. He was only consoled by the hanyou not being able to go with her. At least if she was gone to some other.... place.... then she was there alone. After all, the evidence all pointed in that direction. He determined that he would wait for her to return and question her about the well's purpose.

 

He had just settled himself in for what appeared to be a long wait when the half-breed had come bursting through the forest. Sesshomaru had never before seen the hanyou move with such speed and purpose and merely stared. It was too late that he realized his mistake. He should have understood that something was quite wrong with the picture, but instead he had merely observed as Inuyasha leapt gracefully over the lip of the well and disappeared.

 

He had stood quickly and attempted to follow the half-breed into the well, but instead of passing through some magical gateway, he had simply landed on cold, hard earth. He could not pass. The miko had gone through, and Inuyasha had followed as though he was a regular at the journey. But he, the Lord of the West, had been denied.

 

Sesshomaru released a howl of rage that was heard all the way in Edo.

 

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She had taken a quick shower since there was no need to go making things worse by smelling like the future Sesshomaru. She had then packed her yellow bag and headed into the well house. It was the middle of the night, and she couldn't care less. She knew what had to be done, and waiting would only make it harder. So, she had left her family a note and snuck out, on her way to return to the feudal era.

 

Upon reaching the well, she hesitated for only a moment. It was going to be excruciating, telling Inuyasha that she could not be his mate. But her world had undeniably shifted, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt, she would never be able to stay with a person who couldn't give her his whole heart.

 

But whatever it was with Sesshomaru, well, at this point she was just going to take a page from Inuyasha's book and hope that the whole thing worked itself out somehow. She wasn't sure it was love; lust, oh yes, there was plenty of that, but she wasn't about to go mating a demon for life just because she wanted to get in his pants. So for now, she would tell Inuyasha that they could only remain friends, and she would say nothing to the taiyoukai.

 

“Problem solved.” she thought happily to herself, jumping into the well.

 

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Indeed, he had been immeasurably furious when he had been unable to pass through the well, and yet, he remained at his post, waiting for either the hanyou or the miko to return. He had hoped that they would not return together, and was pleased when he caught the scent of old magic in the air along with only Inuyasha's scent. The hanyou had appeared dejected upon his arrival, and this only served to strengthen Sesshomaru's resolve to wait for the woman. Apparently, whatever the half-breed had gone to do, or to tell her had not worked out well for him. Sesshomaru was pleased.

 

He had continued his vigil after the hanyou had left, walking back in the direction of the human village. He had not waited long before the magic had begun again and he had caught sight of two small hands gripping the edge of the well. An enormous and slightly hideous yellow pack of some sort was thrown over the side. Without a moment's hesitation, he arose, strode purposefully to the well and grabbed one of the small hands in his larger one. As though he was a regular at the action, he pulled the woman up and over the edge, setting her down gently on her feet.

 

He had every intention of interrogating her about where she had gone, how she had done it, and what exactly the well was, but seeing her there before him, hair still damp and curling from her shower, he forgot all prior plans. Silently he closed the distance between them and let his lips brush over hers. Her arms instantly ensnared his neck and she leaned into him, pressing her mouth against his insistently, almost desperately, and he was compelled to respond.

 

Without thinking he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her tightly to him, needing to feel her body against his, to have her as close as possible. He began to kiss her roughly, deeply, and she melted into him. His hands started to explore the ample curves of her body as he broke the kiss to allow her breath. He found her looking at him questioningly, and as she opened her mouth to speak, he gave his head a small shake. “Some things are better left unsaid miko.” He told her in a gruff voice before slamming his mouth down atop her own.

 

This was not how she had planned things at all! But how was she to know that Sesshomaru would be here, in Inuyasha's forest, waiting for her by the well? She was worried about things going too far, but when his lips had slammed into hers, her brain switched on the autopilot. She found herself ready to give the taiyoukai anything and everything he might want from her.

 

Sesshomaru's hands grasped at the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up. He broke away from the kiss only long enough to allow it to slip over her head and then immediately reclaimed her mouth. He was lost in the taste of her hot little cavern and after their previous encounters he found that he desperately needed to feel her naked flesh pressed against his. She apparently had the same idea as her small hands were now pulling away his kimono. He groaned as he felt her hands slide up and over his chest as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders.

 

Kagome took a moment to stare at the demon before her. He appeared to be made of all tight, lean muscle and smooth pale skin. When she looked up at him and saw him studying her in a similar fashion, she boldly held the stare.

 

He could have laughed at the way she defiantly raised her chin and tipped her head while holding his gaze. It was as though she were daring him to disapprove of her. As though he would do such a thing, with the little goddess nearly half nude in front of him. Since he did not wish to anger her, he held back his mirth and instead pulled her to him again, slipping his arms around her waist.

 

The need she caused within him was almost primitive, and he slid his hands up her back while assaulting her mouth mercilessly. Finding the back of the bit of fabric that bound her breasts, he sliced cleanly through it with the aid of one sharp claw. She was so beautiful and strong, and her confidence and defiance excited him in a way that he had not expected.

 

He reached up to cup one breast within his palm while he kissed her, and she sighed into his mouth while leaning into his hand. Reluctantly tearing his mouth from hers, he began to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Nips that were almost painful marked her shoulders before he ran his warm, rough tongue along the line of her collar bone. He bowed his head to suckle one caramel nipple while sliding his hands down to the waistband of her skirt. Sesshomaru slipped his fingers into the waistband and deftly pushed it and the final scrap of thin material covering her down over her hips. He reveled in the way her muscles twitched and skittered under his touch.

 

As her skirt and panties fell to ground, she leaned forward to place an openmouthed kiss at the hollow of his throat. He closed his eyes at the sensation of her kissing him so near the place where his mate would mark him, but they abruptly shot open when he felt her blunt little teeth sink into his flesh. Pulling back, he hissed at her “Miko! You dare to bite this Sesshomaru?”

 

Never looking away from him, she lowered her lashes in an obvious display of flirtation, and mimicking his usual tone of boredom replied only “Indeed.”

 

A lusty growl burst forth from his throat and he seized her. Her display had caused the beast within him to nearly break free. His beast was intent on taking this creature before him, but he was using all of his will to keep it at bay. He knew that she was innocent, untouched by any man, and he want to take her slowly, ensure her pleasure, not fast and rough as his inner demon would demand.

 

Although she outwardly appeared courageous, her body was trembling as he held her tightly to him. Despite this, he felt her hands reach down to grab the ties of his hakama. Before he knew it, they had joined the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered her body to the ground. Her blue eyes sought out his amber stare as she looked up to ask him “What are we doing? Anyone could find us! Inuyasha...”

 

Sesshomaru swiftly cut her off there. “The half-breed is not of any consequence at this moment.” He saw the narrowing of her eyes at the remark and continued, “We have both waited too long already. Forget about everything else, and let yourself have this now. Let yourself be loved Kagome.”

 

And as much as he wanted to deny it, it was the truth. Somewhere, while planning and plotting, he had fallen in love with this simple mortal girl.

 

He saw her eyes widen to epic proportions and was sure that he looked similarly surprised at his admission.

 

So the future Sesshomaru had been right after all; she had already melted the stoic youkai's cold heart. The tenderness with which he had said her name and admitted his love for her left her no room for doubt. She had made the right decision for he was offering every part of himself to her freely. She could feel the heat from his body above her, the power of his youkai as it radiated off of him and wrapped itself around her in a warm caress. Although she would never have been able to comprehend such a thing only months before, she felt safe here with him.

 

He leaned down to continue lavishing his attentions on her neck and shoulders and her body arched skyward as he again latched onto a nipple. He teased her with his tongue as his other hand reached up to roll the other bud between his fingers. The taiyoukai occasionally offered a firm pinch or sharp nip to hear her gasps of delight.

 

Kagome wrapped her long legs around him and heard him grown as her thigh brushed against his stiffened member. He returned to kissing her mouth so that he could push his hips against her. She was hot and wet, and the very scent of her arousal was driving him insane with lust. He had never wanted anything in his life as desperately as he wanted her now; not the Tetsusaiga, not ultimate power, nothing. His desire and need for her consumed every part of him, and the power that she now held over him was exhilarating and terrifying.

 

He slid one hand down to stroke her heated folds and then he slipped one long finger inside of her. She gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed it greedily. Thrusting into her a few times to gather some of her moisture, he moved his hand up to gently rub her pearl. As she began to thrust against his hand, he placed his thumb over the nub and pushed two fingers into her. He continued to push into her and stroke the bundle of nerves until her inner walls began to flutter around his fingers. Knowing that she was well primed for him, he withdrew his hand to more comfortably situate himself between her thighs.

 

Leaning over her body he caught an earlobe between his fangs and suckled it gently before scraping it lightly. Licking the single bead of blood that had escaped the tiny wound, he told her softly, “This will hurt at first, but it will be easier if you relax for me.” That said, he kissed her firmly and thrust his hips gently forward.

 

His hot breath had tickled her ear, and she noted that his breathing was ragged and shallow. He had told her that it would hurt and then claimed her mouth again. As his lips pressed to hers, she had forgotten the warning and the pent up anticipation of the pain, and her body had relaxed. Kagome felt him slowly begin to enter her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face was pressed into his shoulder as he drew back slowly, only to slip into her a bit more deeply than before. It burned as he stretched her, and she felt her eyes begin to water, but she didn't make a sound, choosing instead to only cling to him tighter. Then with a sudden pinch he filled her completely and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and gasped. It was hard to breathe at first, but slowly the pain ebbed away, leaving her only with the feeling of being wonderfully full.

 

He had pushed into her gently, utilizing a few shallow and slow strokes to allow to become acclimated to him. On the third thrust, he had buried himself deep enough in her hot little sheath to feel the evidence of her purity restraining him. He decided it would be easier for her if he broke through it in one stroke, and had thus pulled out and quickly thrust himself fully into her.

 

The scent of salt invaded his nostrils, and concerned for her, he brought his face to hers. Lightly licking away her tears, he held himself steady and waited for a sign that she was ready to continue.

 

He did not have to wait long before he felt her raise her hips against him. Taking it as an offering of her consent to continue, he began to smoothly thrust into the moist heat that surrounded him. He used long, slow strokes at first, trying to maintain her level of comfort despite the fact that his beast raged at him to use more force. Therefore, he was overjoyed when she moaned out “Faster..... and harder.”

 

Looking down into her flushed face, he felt a growl burst free from him as he took both her wrists in one of his hands and pushed them up above her head. He began to pound forcefully into her, losing himself in the incredible tightness and warmth of her. He heard her issue a lusty moan and looked down at the amazing woman stretched out below him. Her entire body was pink and flush, covered in a slight sheen of sweat that made her look nearly ethereal. As her pushed himself into her with rapidly increasing haste, her full breasts bounced lusciously before him. Her eyes shut tight in pleasure, her full lips parted to allow her panting breaths, she was as no creature before her had ever been; she was perfect.

 

Sesshomaru did not know how much longer he could last inside her. It was so much more than he had ever imagined. He felt her muscles grip and pull at him as he moved within her and he groaned loudly. Her body responded to his and she urged him onward with her soft moans and mewls. An intense fire was blazing between them where their bodies met. He could tell that she was nearing her release, and he was thankful since his own was dangerously close. Reaching the hand that was not holding her wrists securely above her head; he rubbed her pearl with a delicate finger. It was more than she required, and she came with a shudder and screamed out his name to the starry night sky.

 

At the sound of her calling out his name with her release, and the vice-like grip her inner walls applied to his cock, his entire body erupted and he powerfully thrust into her one last time before coating her womb with his seed. He lost control of his beast with his release, and as he came, he released a howl of triumph before sinking his sharp, elongated fangs into the juncture between Kagome's neck and shoulder. The sweet tang of her blood filling his mouth caused him to shudder. He could no longer think, he could not breathe; all he could do was feel and taste her.

 

He lay on top of her, panting, lost to exhaustion and bliss. He was careful not to crush her beneath him, and yet he almost did just that when he felt her blunt little teeth once again sink into his flesh. This time she bit him in the proper spot, and surprisingly brought forth a small river of his blood. He pulled his head up to look, shocked, down into her eyes.

 

He was captivated by the simple smile that she gave him before she raised her head to snuggle up into his shoulder.

 

Holding each other, they were oblivious to the fact that his howl had been heard in the village beyond the forest.