InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Woman I Call My Wife ❯ Mango Goo ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: axel720

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Her blue-grey eyes narrow.

I can see the glint in the depths as the weak moonlight filters through our bedroom curtains. The warm air is far from refreshing; the sweat all over my skin is making my hair stick everywhere, but the sweat all over her is making her look fucking sexy.

And then there's that utterly erotic smell of butter and coconut smeared on her body.

I sigh, clench my fists at my side in the sheets, “No, Kagome,” I grit my teeth and strain to keep myself in check. I will win this battle.

It's just so fucking hard when she's naked!

“I need you to do this, Inu,” She leans forward and those gorgeous breasts dangle over my lap. She crawls onto me, stalking me, her eyes pleading and demanding at the same time. “It will only be for a few hours, I promise.” Her soft thighs surround mine and she straddles my lap, sitting me up against the headboard. I look down at her form; the moonlight on her skin bounces off the moisture and enhances her curves. I don't care that it's steaming hot, or that her body heat only makes it worse. So worth it.

My jaw hurts; I'm clenching it too tightly.

“Wench...”

Her hair brushes my chest and she dips down to kiss my lips. Her soft, soft lips close around mine. Her kiss is wet, warm, delicious. I feel her dainty tongue slide over my mouth, slip between my lips when I exhale a moan. Sneaky woman.

She settles her naked, hot, dripping, groin right against mine and moans my name into my mouth; “Please, InuYasha...” Her breasts flatten against my chest; I can feel the plushy softness, the creamy butter coconut moisturizer, and the harsh contrast of her hard nipples on my skin. She's so close. Our breath mingles when she pulls her lips away, wet and puffy from the kiss.

Her voice becomes pure, audible sex.

“Do this one thing for me?” Her hair sticks to the moisture on my chest and it's so warm I can almost see the air between us. She looks hot, messy, and I'm so hard I could lift an encyclopedia. Seriously.

I think I'm losing this battle...

“N-no.” I manage.

My hands itch to touch her, squeeze her ass, rub her all over and push her against me, but I refuse to give in. My hands stay balled tightly into fists, knuckles white, at my sides, while she begins to gyrate. Her hips move sensuously, expertly, with practiced ease and with the familiarity of marriage. The sweat and moisturizer only serve to lubricate her movements.

Her lips trace my jaw; the warm wetness tickles my sensitive skin. Her lips will be the death of me, I swear. Her tongue is taking long drags of my skin; her hips are working their magic in my lap. Ah, shit, now she's using her hands, too.

The soft, dainty fingers join her erotic arsenal in her attack against my will. They run all over my naked chest, clutch at my shoulders for leverage so she can grind her pussy onto me harder. She pulls at my nipples, commands them into stiff peaks before she covers them with her mouth. I shudder, and when she moans against me, creates those delicious vibrations, I wonder;

How do I taste, Kagome?

“But InuYasha...” her warm folds lave the stiff rod between my legs and coax a rough groan from my throat, “You're so hard, InuYasha,” She smiles darkly when I whimper.

My voice is guttural, it hurts to talk, “S-stop it, Kago--ohhh fuck...” Her fingers are playing at my thighs, her soft palm pressing on my groin. I can feel the warmth of the moisture built up on her hand in the heat. My lips tremble, my hands tremble, but I don't feel cold at all. God, I want to fuck her. “P-please,” I really want to fuck her.

She sucks on my collarbone and moves her pussy away so her hand has room to play with my shaft, “Not until you agree to do this for me.” She grips me, my rod is moist from her earlier actions, wet with my pre-cum and her thick cream, she strokes lightly. She squeezes lightly. My hips jerk forwards on their own. Too lightly!

My eyes screw shut, “Kagome!”

Her hand pulls away from me and I open them again to give her a pleading look. I open my mouth to retaliate,

“Why can't you do me this one favor, InuYasha!?” Her hips slam back onto mine with a vengeance, her sweet womanhood rubbing in circles against me, making the veins bulge on my cock but denying me the mind-blowing penetration. “I don't care if it isn't fair, if this is what I have to do to get a favor,” she grinds into me hard for emphasis, “then this is what you get. Just say yes.”

I swallow, and for a second, I consider giving her what she wants.

Only for a second.

I am the alpha and I refuse to lose to my bitch.

But she's so wet...

My wife's eyes are on mine and I realize how much she wants me, how much she's grown tired of this little game; “InuYasha. Please?” She bites her bottom lip and I can see her control slipping. Good. I might have a chance.

She moans and arches against me, the action causing more delicious pressure on my pulsing manhood. My eyes snap shut and my head snaps back, hitting hard against the polished headboard. So what if I lose a few brain cells.

I swallow hard, “Not f-fair...” But it's no use, the motion attracts her to my Adam's apple and she starts to suck on my throat. I try to form more words, I try to reason with her, but it's no use. My brain has shut down, my voice is only capable of saying her name, moaning this mind-numbing pleasure she's giving me. But I can't say anything else, I can't argue or retaliate. Not when she's rubbing me just right, not when she's looking so damn gorgeous and fuckable tonight.

Her eyes close in sweet bliss and my heart skips a beat when I feel the tip of my manhood slip into her heat. An accident, I know, but...damn.

It's as if her neck has lost the strength to hold her head up and she rests her forehead on my shoulder. It only brings us even closer; heats up the sliver of air between our bodies, “InuYasha,” I lean down and kiss her temple, thankful that her hips have stopped moving but outraged because the pressure is gone. She closes her eyes and exhales warm air onto my chest, “Why do you have to make this so hard?”

I open my mouth to answer, but a loud moan escapes instead because she shifts and I slide into her tight heat further. She whimpers against my shoulder and bites lightly on the skin. I feel her hand snaking down my arm and she takes my hand; we lace our fingers together and just stay like that, enjoy the moment of stillness.

I flip her over and spread her legs.

And fuck her raw.

My eyes bleed red; I feel fangs poking into my gums. My hips burn as I plow into her. Her nails are ripping into my shoulders and making my skin sting. She's screaming into my ears, moaning, and I feel like I've lost my hearing. But then I hear everything.

I hear the slap of our skin, the creak of our bed, the rustling of the curtains; I can hear her teeth clacking together, the sounds she presses out, the hitched intakes of breath, and the little gasps when I hit that special spot inside her. I can hear my cock slamming into her, the squeezing and squelching. I can hear myself growling and it sounds distant, it sounds like it's not coming from me. I groan, I hiss.

Is that really me?

Her legs wrap around me and she secures herself tightly to hold on for the ride, “F-faster.”

I fuck my bitch faster.

Her muscles squeeze around me and her hips try to keep up with the pace. It feels...

“Kagome.”

I swallow hard when I feel release approaching fast. The tingle, the burning, I feel it zoom toward me, coil in my abdomen into white-hot sensation. Her lips and tongue are on my neck again and I screw my eyes shut to hold my orgasm at bay. Something more primal takes control of me.

Bitch comes first.

I lick the tears that leak from the corners of her eyes when she cries out in frustration. She gets restless, seeks the release that's so expertly eluding her; “God, InuYasha! I-I'm so close...” Her thighs rub against mine, pushing me further into her and her nails claw down the raw skin and muscle on my back. She screams through a clenched jaw, frowning, frustrated, angry. I don't want her to be angry.

I pull back and pull out of her only for a second to hook her legs over my shoulders. I watch myself re-enter her, I whimper when I see those puffy pink lips, so desperate for attention. I push in slowly, ignore her whining and the hot blood I can feel trailing down my back. I feel my thighs touch the back of hers and I'm fully sheathed within my wife. But I don't move, not yet. I turn my head and kiss the insides of her knees, lick the sensitive skin. She tastes salty, buttery, sweet.

“You taste good.”

She looks at me like she's going to rip my hair out. Then she does! Her hand flies behind my head and grabs a fistful of sticky, silver silk. Her eyes bore into mine and she pulls my head closer until our noses almost touch and her knees are on either side of her head. I smile through the twinge of fear she invokes and the burning hotness that's surrounding my manhood;

“Impatient, ne?”

Her blue-grey eyes narrow.

My hips start pumping on their own accord and I seal her mouth with mine before she can say anything life-threatening. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth, pushes my head closer and grips onto that fistful of hair. “Bitch...” I pull away and close my eyes, concentrate on her heavy breathing and the underside of her smooth thighs rubbing against the front of mine.

She whispers into my ear, “H-harder...”

I grunt and try to smirk as best I can, “Louder, Kagome.” I drive into her with frustratingly shallow thrusts.

“Harder!”

I fuck her harder.

My balls tighten as they tap periodically against her ass and sweet release claws at me again, pulling at me, begging me to succumb. Then that low voice in my head whispers to me, commands me.

Bitch comes first.

And then it happens; she throws her head back, cries out to the heavens and quivers all over. Her pussy grips me, tightens like a vice around my staff and stops me from pulling out. I can feel every rippling muscle inside her, every twitch and shudder. The air whooshes from my lungs so fast that I almost cough, and that white-hot sensation consumes me for the millionth time, explodes behind closed eyelids. Kagome trembles and convulses around me, clutching onto me with arms and legs, and I keep thrusting into her blindly as we ride out our orgasms.

We collapse into a sweaty heap and her legs slide limply from my shoulders. Her skin is hot and slippery, and the air around us is thick with the smell of sex. The place where our hips meet is sticky and red; flushed from friction, heat and exertion. I pull out of her slowly and I watch again, the place where we're joined, fascinated by the way her mound seems to relax and the way our mixed fluids seep out of her worn opening.

“Why do you always have to do that?”

I look up at my wife's beautiful, tired face and she smiles softly. Why? Because I can see us, the sacred joining of bodies reserved only for true lovers, the sanctity of marriage, the fertile nectar of life...I could say shit like that to her and warm her heart, make her smile up at me with that loving, sensitive look.

“I like to watch.”

I decide that sounds better. My eyes creep down again and I pull out of her completely, dripping and still a little stiff.

“It's creepy, you know.”

I settle myself to the side so I don't crush her and my arm winds around her waist to pull her closer automatically. I love this feeling, this warm happiness that's so familiar. I smirk at her again and touch my nose with hers as a small gesture; “If it's so creepy, why do I smell you getting horny every time I do it?” She blushes and turns her face away. There's a nice silence and she kisses me. We kiss; a simple action, lazy and luxurious in the afterglow. Kagome pulls away and I lick her lips.

I feel utterly relieved, like a ton of bricks has been lifted from my shoulders. My insides are buzzing with release, my heart is warm and my body tingles with satisfaction. I look at my wife and I know without asking, that she feels the same.

It's been five months, after all.

“So are you going to help me out tomorrow?”

Ah, shit, she remembers.

I scrunch my nose up for effect, “Do I have to?”

She sighs, and says in a mock voice; “I would very much appreciate some of your precious time, Mr. Takano,” I kiss her to silence her, but when I pull back she's frowning at me, “Inu...I went through all the effort to seduce you into agreeing,” she grumbles something about `it didn't work', but I'm too distracted to notice, “and you didn't even let me have control,”

I scoff, she never has control? “Oh please, you can tie me up whenever you want.”

She sighs and I kiss her again; not to silence her, but just because her lips look so delicious. She isn't frowning when I release her but she keeps talking, her shoulders slump and I press my lips on each one, “Please just do me this little favor?”

I rest my cheek on her chest, the small space between her breasts and her collarbone, “All right.”

She shoots up into a sitting position, “Really?” her eyes are bright and hopeful and she suddenly doesn't look like she was just fucked through the mattress at all. I nod, knowing I'll regret it later, “Oh InuYasha! Thank you!” She hugs me tight and it's starting to feel like the decision was worth it...

Then she pushes me off her, discards me on the bed like a used sex toy, gets up, and starts to rummage around in the closet for a big blue bag which she stuffs full of things. I bury my face into her pillow and drink in her calming scent while she piles bright coloured toys on the bed.

“I'm putting more than enough nappies in there for Kai and all of his favourite toys in case he doesn't want to play with the girls,” she runs into the kitchen and I'm left to stare at the giant teddy bear in front of my face. Her voice emerges again, “he usually gets hungry at about eleven, but you'll need to see which food he likes best. I've put mango cans and pumpkin, so just give him a little taste and see if he eats it. He usually eats the mango,”

I fold the pillow around my head and try to block out the blabbering.

“Miroku will be there at one o'clock, so you'll have to keep things under control with the girls and Kai until he gets home.”

I slowly emerge from my little cocoon when I notice that her voice has stopped. I see that she's looking at me, that soft, adoring look she gives me when I'm doing something nice for her. Really...

She crawls over the big blue bag and nuzzles my neck, “I'll make it up to you,” she blows warm air onto the sensitive skin and adds; “however you want.”

...it couldn't be all that bad...

She kisses my neck and cups my face in her hands, “I love you, InuYasha.”

...it's really only for a few hours...

I grumble and capture her lips, pulling her into bed and beneath the sheets to get some rest. She definitely needs it, she'll be out all day tomorrow, running around, doing errands and shopping with Sango...

Bullshit. I need the rest.

I'm babysitting.

Keh.

***

His little golden eyes overflow with tears and his entire face goes red. There's an eerie moment of stillness wherein his cheeks puff up and his pudgy fists go pure white.

“Waaaaaahhhhhh!”

I stuff the little spoonful of yellow mush into his wide open mouth. He cries some more before he realizes it's pooled under his tongue and he promptly spits it back out at me. I'm looking very yellow and mushy today.

I growl instinctively, try to reach the boy on a subliminal level, “Kai, come on...”

I'm the alpha, damn it!

“Waahh, waaahhh!” he knocks the spoon from my hand and yellow mango mush flies all over the place.

“Go, Uncle Yasha, you can do it!”

My little cheer squad is behind me, dancing around and flicking their little pig tails everywhere. I wipe a blob of baby food from my face with the back of my hand and grab a spare spoon from beside me. I knew I'd need spares.

Chihiro, Miroku's youngest, comes up right next to me and smiles and makes silly faces at Kai to cheer him up.

He squeals.

“Waahhhhhhh!”

More mushy mango goes flying.

I hear little Yuki over my shoulder; “I don't think he likes that one, Uncle Yasha...”

He cries some more.

I pull the small jar and plastic spoon away and my shoulders slump in failure. My own son won't take food from me?

“W-w-waaaahhhhh!” the girls cover their ears and wrinkle their noses, Kai's little furry triangles are standing straight up. There's yellow crap all over his highchair and blue bib, caught in his short black bangs and dripping down his chin. I look at his little scrunched up pink face and the never-ending torrent of tears wetting his puffy cheeks. His little mini-hands are airborne fists, flying around his head and smashing onto the small tray table in front of him. The girls know well enough not to get too close.

Maybe if I let him cry it out he'll get tired and give up....

“Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!”

It makes me remember.

“Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Wow.

“Please step back, sir!”

These people in white push me away from my wife and right away I feel panic. I want to tear their gloved hands from her, throw them onto their trays packed with needles and scalpels, rip those masks off, shove those stethoscopes right up their-

“Waaaahhhh, w-wahh!”

Wait.

The doctor, an older man with sweat drops running over the wrinkles of his brow turns to his left, “The head is out! Nurse, a clean towel please!”

I still can't see what's going on!

A young woman- an intern perhaps- takes her gloves off and scurries away, “Yes, sir!” I look at where she tosses the white rubber things, in a metal tin. They're covered in blood.

Kagome's blood.

Uncertainty festers inside me and I take a step forward to try and get a peek at my wife. I can see her long, messy hair on her pillow; get a little glimpse of a veiny temple. Her hand flies above her head and grips the sheets hard, the skin is flushed and I can see veins popping out on her hand. I want to be there with her...

I can only stand in the corner and watch their backs. Watch them shuffling around, blocking my view of Kagome and cutting off the sight of my child. I can hear him, I can smell him.

Let me see him...

I need to move closer, and when I see an opening, I do. I rush to Kagome's side and kneel by her. Her eyes are screwed shut; her face is one of grimace. My eyes drift to where I can hear our baby's cries coming from, but nothing. All I can see is Kagome's propped up legs, her patient's gown, and doctor and nurses alike reaching between her thighs.

Oi--!

“Inu...Yasha...”

I look down and I see Kagome's smiling, red, stressed face. The hand gripping the sheets drifts to my right arm and that vice-like grip is on my wrist now. I ignore the pain.

She smiles at me and moisture leaks out of her bloodshot eyes, “You're doing great, wench,” Kagome closes her eyes again and lets out a growl when she pushes, and I watch the vein on her temple pulse and realize there isn't any feeling left in my right hand.

“Waaahhhhhh!”

He's a fucking loud one, isn't he?

A nurse calls up to us from between Kagome's legs, “Come on, Kagome-san, the baby is almost out,” Kagome pushes again and a guttural sound machine-guns from her throat. My ears feel raw. “Just a few more, Kagome-san, a few more good pushes!”

Yes, it's almost over. The blood is making me feel sick.

A midwife appears at Kagome's other side and she's rewarded with a death-grip on her arm, “Breathe, Mrs. Takano, breathe,” the lady imitates one of those clowns at the fair with her mouth shaped into an `O', puffing air in and out and expecting Kagome to do the same.

“Inu...Yasha...” Kagome looks at me and our eyes lock together. She pulls me closer with the iron claw on my wrist, smiling a beautiful smile as my face approaches hers. Her hot, panting breath is in my ear and she whispers...

“We are never having sex again.”

My heart stops.

The midwife across from me stops her clown face. She must have understood my horror-struck expression because I feel a soft hand on my shoulder as she reaches over; “Don't worry, sir, they all say that.”

My heart starts beating again.

The doctor has a towel over his forearm now, white and fluffy, but I don't miss the speck of red; “One more, Kagome-san, one more!” Enthusiasm and excitement rush up and show on the nurses' faces, and as Kagome draws in a deep breath, it seems the whole room goes silent. She glances at me, holding the air in her lungs, and I tell her what I want to say with my eyes, as best as I can.

You can do this, Kagome. You're amazing.

I get caught up in the excitement, the suspense, and I say it with them; “Push!”

I hear Kagome scream, I hear my baby cry, “Waaahhhhhh!” Only this time, it's not as distant. This time, it sounds very real.

The doctor and nurses rush to clean the bloody bundle up, and he's wrapped in towels before I can get a glimpse of my child.

I want to see him...

My wife collapses backwards in a flurry of sweat and raven tresses and I watch her chest rise and plunge as her grip on me weakens. I reach a hand up to my own chest and I feel the rapid pumping in my ribcage as I look at her. I clutch at my shirt. My heart...m-my heart--

“Sir?”

I whip around with wide eyes and I look down at the young nurse.

“Congratulations, Mr.Takano,”

My eyes trail lower to the bundle in her arms.

“You're a father.”

My heart--

It hurts so much.

I can hear the thundering in my chest, the organ slamming into my ribs as I take the small, precious, package from her, as delicately as I can. The crying has stopped; I can only hear whimpering now. I shift the towel, move it from his face as I sit at Kagome's side again. I can feel her eyes on me, I can see her proud expression on the tired features in the corner of my eye, but my attention is locked on the child in the cradle of my arms.

My boy.

I can't say anything. I can only watch as tiny, tiny black triangle ears flick from side to side, from me to Kagome. Beady, golden eyes struggle in the bright light of the world. I can see his nose working overtime, taking everything in. He recognizes us, we are familiar. Papa. Mama.

I hear her angelic voice, sweet music to my ears even though she has just been screaming like a harpy for an hour, “You're a father, InuYasha.” I tear my eyes off my son and I look at my wife, lying back there, exhausted after bringing him into the world.

Tears stab the back of my eyes. They sting. My heart...It hurts.

My wife, my son.

If I ever lost them...

This pain is worse than anything, this fear of loosing the warmth that's engulfed me. The fear of being torn from this utter happiness bites at me, the dread that looms behind this too-good-to-be-true feeling.

It is too good to be true. It won't feel right unless it's taken away from me. No-one should be allowed to feel this happy. And my heart aches, because I know, of all people, I don't deserve it.

Kagome's voice in tinged with a smile and it registers in my busy head; “InuYasha?”

Am I crying?

I blink a few times to check and I feel the little droplets of water cool on my cheeks in the air-conditioning. Damn. I hold out the baby as gently as I can to divert her attention from my tears, but only more come when I see her holding my son close, looking at him with the most adoring, loving look I've ever seen. The happiness in my heart multiplies tenfold, along with the pain.

I feel a soft hand on my shoulder and I open my eyes to find I've buried my face in my hands; “Come here, daddy,” She smiled at me; pure happiness shines through her blue-grey eyes and none of this wretched fear of loss.

Why is it, Kagome, that you aren't afraid at all?

I lean toward her and I feel soft, trembling lips touch my forehead. I look down at our son, sandwiched between us, and I allow myself to smile. I face my wife and kiss her cheek, putting an arm around her shoulders and an arm around our baby.

“So, wench,” I kiss her temple, try to will that protruding vein to calm down, “What do you want to call him?”

She looks at the baby, “Didn't you want to call him Kai?”

I kiss the side of her lips, “You decide.”

She looks at me weird, giving me that `are you serious?' look, “Didn't you argue with me for months that you wanted his name to be Kai?”

I go to kiss her nose but she moves away; “Yeah, but I want you to choose now.”

“Really?”

I pull back and I'm still looking at that `are you serious?' face of hers; “Really. Besides, you hated `Kai'.”

“Oh, InuYasha,” Her free arm circles around my neck and she covers my lips with hers for a chaste kiss, “I can choose his name?”

Kagome, you just carried him around in your body for nine months and pushed him out of a ten centimeter hole.

“You can choose.”

“Hm,” Her eyes look very grey, but I see the cute hopeful look behind them that a child gives to their parents, “Any name I want?”

“Any name you want.”

Please don't pick Daiki...

She releases me from her embrace and cuddles the 2-minute-old bundle in her arms. “Alright, then, I've decided.”

I take Kagome's hand, and I look at our son in her arms, and I know that I wouldn't care even if she called him Daiki. He's my boy, and I'll love him no matter what. Kagome opens her mouth to speak;

“Mrs. Takano! Mr. Takano! Congratulations!”

The kind midwife from before bustles in through the door with a clipboard. I liked her; she was nice to me and let me know my wife didn't mean it when she had condemned me to celibacy. But then she shoves a pile of paperwork in front of my face and all I see is birth certificate and `sign here', like I've just bought a car. I don't like her very much anymore.

She pulls out a label and gets ready to mark the baby's crib; “So what are we calling this baby boy?” She looks at me first, and I look at Kagome, who looks at the midwife, who looks back at her. Kagome smiles.

“Takano Kai.”

M-my heart...

“Uncle Yasha! Uncle Yasha!”

Eh!?

“Waaaaaahhhhhhhh!”

The girls are jumping up and down and my son is rolling around on the floor in a pile of mango goo.

“InuYasha!? What the hell, man!?”

Miroku's dark figure appears through the front door and I wrench my head off the table and rush to Kai. Miroku chases his daughters around, trying to snatch away the various sharp objects they seem to have found around the house.

He captures little Chihiro and throws her over his shoulder, “I leave you alone with the kids for five seconds and you have them playing with weapons?” He turns and cuts off a running Ayumi, slinging her over the other shoulder.

We weren't playing with weapons... we were playing `hospital'.

I hold Kai close to me and stand up, and among the squishy sensation of the layer of mango on his skin, I notice that he's stopped crying.

Yuki squeals, “You can't catch me, daddy!” and Miroku lets out a mock growl, lunging toward her with his two younger daughters slung over his shoulders. He looks like the biggest dumbass in the world.

But Kai is laughing.

I turn the boy and hold him up to face me, inspect him to see if something's gone wrong, “What the-?” his little golden eyes are sparkling; all traces of red and tears are gone. A blob of mango baby food droops from his chin and lands on my face.

Kai laughs harder.

For the next few hours, Miroku stomps around for Yuki. I watch The Little Mermaid with Kai in my lap and Chihiro and pretty Ayumi snuggled up against me on the couch. And that's how Sango finds us when she bursts through the door, loaded with shopping bags.

“Well, well, well!” She dumps the ton of things on the dining table and flicks her bangs from her face.

Ayumi and Chihiro spring off the couch and Yuki zooms down the hallway towards her mother with Miroku in tow, “Mommy!”

Sango smiles at me the best she can under the hug attack, “Kagome wants you back home, InuYasha,” she giggles and nuzzles her eldest, fixing the nine-year-old girl's hair, “Kai can stay here for the rest of the afternoon.” She turns her attention back to her girls and reaches into a shopping bag for their treats.

I leave Kai sleeping on the couch and go to Sango, “Kai's staying here?” Miroku appears from the bathroom, sporting a tissue in his Yuki-induced blood nose, “Are you sure?”

My friend interjects, “What the hell? More kids?” He looks at his wife questioningly, sporting the same confusion that I am.

Sango stands up straight and rubs the small of her back while the girls rush off to play with their new toys, “Oh, grow up, Miroku,” she turns to me, “Yeah, it's fine. He's sleeping like an angel anyway,” Angel? Yeah, right... “Besides, it was Kagome's idea. Go have some free time with your wife.”

I quirk an eyebrow and Miroku is giving his woman the `are you serious?' look. “Really?”

Sango wants to look after more kids? Women are so crazy...

I'm reluctant to leave and I spare a glance at Kai, sleeping soundly, flicking his ears here and there even in his slumber. Sango starts to unpack the shopping and tells me reassuringly; “Just go. You can pick up Kai later, he'll be fine.”

Miroku gains the ability to speak again, “That's not fair! I babysat too! Why don't I get free time!?” He shuts up as soon as Sango shoots him that glare.

I leave slowly and pause at the door; “Thanks, guys. If he's any trouble at all-”

“Just go, InuYasha!”

***

“'Gome?”

The soft carpet welcomes my bare feet when I slip my shoes off. The living room is empty. Where the hell is she now?

I hear her voice nearby; “In the kitchen, hun.”

I can't contain my smile and I swing around the corner to surprise her; she lets out a cute little yelp and almost drops the mug of cocoa she's holding when I grab her. I kiss her neck from behind, “You're a genius,” my arms wrap around her slim waist and I use my nose to push her hair aside so I can cherish her neck some more, “You are brilliant,” I whisper into her ear, “Fucking amazing.”

She smiles and takes a sip of her cocoa, “Well, Sango understood that we haven't had much spare time since Kai came along,” she tilts her head to the side and I moan against her neck, licking the soft skin, “She wanted to help us out.”

I latch onto a patch on the slender column and I suck lightly, “She's brilliant, too,” I say absent mindedly. Kagome tastes very good today, and the little noises she's making are exciting me like nothing else.

“Mm,” She closes her eyes and sets the cocoa on the kitchen bench, leaning back against me, “I hope you know that we'll be returning the favor next week.”

“Right.” I'll worry about that next week.

I reach around and lower my hands to the button on Kagome's jeans. The hard denim resists my pull and it takes me a while to free the small metal circle. My mouth is still on her neck and her hand comes up to cradle my head, urging me on. The zip is easier work and I revel in the sound of it before I yank the waistband of the jeans over her hips, releasing her neck so I can pull the tight leggings down to her knees.

My mouth is on her again the instant I straighten up. I breathe into her ear; “How do you want it?” I say darkly, pushing my hips against her ass and sandwiching her between the kitchen bench and myself. She whimpers and leans her head to the opposite side so that I can lather the neglected part of her neck.

“Inu...” She pants.

My hands trail over the front of her smooth thighs and I play at the waistband of her panties. “What was that?” I give a little thrust against her soft ass and I know she can feel the bulge in my pants because she gasps, “You want it doggie-style?” My hand slips down the front of her mound and I rub her through the thin cotton.

Oh Jesus, she's already wet.

I slide my fingers over the damp material and I apply pressure where I know she wants it. She moans and the sound is music to my ears, “I...” I smirk as she struggles to speak, “S-shit, Inu...” she screws her eyes shut and grabs my hand, pulling it up and forcing my fingers under the elastic waistband and into her underwear. Her breath hitches when she feels my touch.

I rest my hand against her pubic hair and I toy with the curls for a moment, “Tell me what you want, baby,”

She whines and slips her hand under her panties to join mine, and I almost cream my pants when she takes control of my fingers and pushes them into her opening, “Uh-uh-uh. You have to say it,” I use all of my willpower to keep the digits still and keep my hips from ramming her into the kitchen bench. My fingertips touch the cream on the slick flesh and I close my eyes at the mental image. I smile against her neck, “Be very specific, Kagome.”

I lightly tap my index finger on her clit and I love the way she shudders against me. I love how frustrated she gets, how she grabs my wrist and pulls at my hair. She's so predictable when she gets like this; impatient and annoyed, but totally sexy. She wiggles her legs out of her jeans and kicks them to the side; soon she'll tell me how badly she needs my cock in her, how hard she wants me to fuck her, how she doesn't want to be able to walk tomorrow morning. Give her a minute, its coming.

She pulls my hand out of her panties and moves away from me. The warmth is taken from me and I shudder at the loss. What the hell? Not what I predicted...

I follow her around the kitchen with my eyes and she doesn't even blink when she returns the gaze. She calmly picks up her mug of cocoa and cups the warmth in her hands, returning to the drink as if I hadn't even come home.

And all I can do is stand there by the bench with a huge lump in my pants.

Kagome smiles, “You want some?” and reaches for another steaming mug, sliding it on the bench towards me. I look down at the comforting chocolate mixture, sitting in the place I just had my wife bent over and begging.

I don't know what the hell just happened, but I pick it up anyway.

I keep my eyes on the sneaky bitch, but all she does is smile and peer at me over the rim of her mug as I put mine to my lips. It's warm to the touch, and I can feel soft wisps of steam floating up. I test the temperature first with my lips and find that it's cooled down. Must have been sitting out for a while. The nice chocolate warmth fills me inside as I let it run down my throat, and I feel nice. Kagome lifts her lips from her drink, a light brown mustache lining her top lip. She smiles. The warmth...It's like a hug.

Everything goes black.

***

“What the--!?” I jerk up instinctively and I'm forced back down roughly.

There is soft cushion at my back, warm, but my front is cold and exposed. I stare at our familiar bedroom ceiling and I try to sit up again. No use, I'm forced back down. I try to tuck my arms and legs in, but only end up tugging at the tight rope around my wrists and ankles. I feel a light draft of wind sweep over me and I feel it tickle my nuts. Oh, geeze...

I'm spread eagled and I'm butt naked.

“K-kagome...?”

Shit. I sound pathetic.

I clear my throat and crane my neck to look around the room, it's almost pitch black but I can still see the walls and the furniture, and that eerie figure in the shadows.

I swallow, “'Gome?” I can barely see her.

But then she takes a step forward, into the ray of moonlight.

Oh. My.

Fucking. God.

The blue-white glow kisses her skin, makes her hair look so silky, and reflects off the shiny tight black leather. I can't take my eyes off her. The...thing she's wearing...it makes all of me spring to life.

I can't see her face properly but I catch a small smile as I stare at her, forgetting about my straining neck. Her skin looks creamy white, and the light skips over her breasts, sticking out of the black thing deliciously. It's tight...it's pushing them up, pushing her waist in and flaring out to outline her hips before it ends; it gives her an incredible hourglass shape.

My eyes creep lower to the skimpy black underwear covering her and I catch a whine before it escapes, imagining what she'd look like from behind. Her thighs are half bare - covered by some black stretchy material that goes down to her feet. Something stirs inside me and I feel the urge to flex my claws as they grow.

I want to tear it off her.

The thick carpet absorbs the sound of high heels walking across the room.

I almost choke on the effort it takes to talk; “Wench?”

Her eyes pierce me from under black bangs and she strikes a pose; a hand on her hip, black gauntlets on her forearms. Her torso twists a little and the stiff black thing tightens around her. Her free hand dangles at her side, lightly caressing the bare skin on her thigh. So she's standing in front of me, her legs flexing, a good distance apart, and her breasts pushing up like they're begging for me to touch them. Her lips part a little, and a dark look crosses her face. She smirks and advances onto the bed, bending and crawling over me, stalking me, chilling me, thrilling me.

I can't breathe.

Kagome stops crawling when her face reaches mine; her arms are pinned by my shoulders and her knees are on either side of my hips. Her hair dangles down and touches my shoulders and face; it feels silky. Those gorgeous tits and that crazy leather barely touch my chest and that cute ass sticks up into the air. The pressure on my wrists reminds me that I can't touch her like I want to. I so badly want to.

My limbs tremble and heat coils up inside. I feel my cock twitch at the good view of Kagome's breasts, but a sudden strangeness courses through me.

I'm afraid.

Kagome is in complete control. I'm ass naked underneath her and I can't move.

It's a pride thing.

Hot breath tickles my face and teases my lips as she leans down; “You're going to tell me what you want, InuYasha,” the chills zap through me and I'm stiff as a board in no time. She stares at me darkly, taking a long pause for effect, and it works. It definitely works; I feel another twinge of fear and a full-blown blast of horny.

I grunt in response.

“And you're going to be very specific.”

***

She skips over and snatches him out of his pram.

“Baby! I missed you!” she twirls and stretches out her arms, “Did Daddy take you shopping?”

The sound of baby giggles and bright laughter fill the room as Kagome spins around with Kai in her hands, smiling. I shrug his baby bag off my shoulder and close our front door behind me, having just come from a short grocery trip. The plastic shopping bags rustle and the jars of mango baby food clank against the kitchen bench as I put them aside.

“I don't believe you wasted five jars of baby food in one afternoon, InuYasha! Go buy some more!”

I lean against the bench and watch as she cradles the boy in one arm and moves to open the balcony doors with the other. A chilly breeze comes in and rustles her bed hair and her night gown, and I hear Kai's little gurgling version of laughter. I take a deep breath.

And I try not to cry.

I shift where I stand, feeling the small sting of scratches on my chest from our...activities last night. My heart starts beating a little faster, and suddenly, in my sex-drugged mind, Kagome's bright smile becomes the lusty smirk she wore when she was...when she was...

“Oh, fuck!”

I close my eyes as tight as I can and I choke on a whimper.

“You need to say it, InuYasha,” Kagome smiles as she breathes hot air around the tip of my cock. Her nails are scratching my thighs, her warmth is straddling my shin, “Tell me exactly what you want, and I'll give it to you.” She starts rubbing herself against my leg, relieving some of that burning ache.

She's so wet...

“W-what the hell are you d-doing to me, woman?” I manage.

She pulls that wonderful mouth away from my weeping manhood and I want to scream, “But InuYasha,” she begins, “You said I can tie you up whenever I want.” She says, teasing me and pouting. That full, bottom lip pokes out and I'm overcome with the urge to capture it with my teeth.

The bonds on my wrists and ankles prevent me from doing just that.

I swallow. I need to submit. There's only one way she'll remove them.

B-but, my pride--

“Fuck me, Kagome.”

“Daddy!”

Kagome's bright voice is bubbly and cheerful and I look at her smile, highlighted by the soft morning light. It bounces off her yellow gown, shines on her messy hair. Kai giggles some more, his tiny arms and legs flailing around in the soft cotton baby clothes. My wife looks at me and makes a gesture for me to go over there, so I walk slowly across the living room and follow her, stepping out onto the small tiled balcony. The hard floor feels strange under my bare feet; a contrast to the plush carpet inside.

Kai stops gurgling and Kagome stops laughing, and she just stands there with him; a hand on the rails, looking out at the puffy clouds in the sky.

“Oh,” she gasps when I embrace them from behind, wrapping Kagome's small body in my arms. She feels so small; I rest my chin on her shoulder and look down at my son, cradled in her arms. All I smell is Kagome's hair, the residual buttery coconut moisturizer and leather on her skin, and the soft smell of baby clothes.

Kagome bumps back into the erection pressed against her.

“InuYasha, again?” She leans her head back, “I didn't wear you out enough last night?”

I smirk, “Not nearly enough, mate.” I bury my nose in her neck and she sighs a happy sigh.

“Well, Kai's the only one that's going to be getting any action,” she laughs, and right on cue, the damn boy starts nuzzling her breast, his mouth open and searching.

I grumble and frown, and I can only watch as she moves her nightgown aside to let Kai latch onto a nipple. My hands itch and my mouth waters and I watch the boy go at it, sucking his little heart out.

“No fair.”

I see his little throat move as he swallows the milky stuff. I can't help myself; I reach a hand up to her full breast and cup it lightly. I hear Kagome sigh and I hear small gulping sounds coming from Kai.

He frowns his little frown and releases her nipple, dribbling and red.

“Lucky little bugger.”

Kagome glares at me, “InuYasha!”

“Well, he is!” I squeeze the lovely softness in my hand and I watch more milk seep out.

She makes an annoyed `hmph' sound and wipes herself with Kai's napkin, swatting my hand away and pulling her nightgown back over for cover.

A smile cracks open on my face and Kagome can feel it against her skin, making her smile too, as much as she's trying to contain it. She puts her finger in front of Kai and a pudgy fist reaches out to grab it, the little knuckles going white and the fingertips with small nails going pink.

I look down at my son and I kiss the sensitive skin on Kagome's neck. I talk against her skin and she relaxes at the sensation.

“Daddy loves you, Kai.”

Kai blows some milky spit bubbles between his baby lips.

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