InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Third Rate Romance ❯ In the Warring States Era - Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: RebaJean 
Kagome goes looking for Sango, but finds something else.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.09.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 953 | Status: Completed
Kagome goes looking for Sango, but finds something else.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.09.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 953 | Status: Completed
Third Rate Romance
RebaJean 11/15/03
Disclaimer: Characters based on "Inuyasha" copyright 1997 by Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan, Inc. Song lyrics quoted or adapted from "Third Rate Romance" by Sammy Kershaw and "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritchie.
Part 2
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Kagome wavered unsteadily down the corridor. She remembered that the hot springs-fed bathing pools were at the end of the hall. A soak in the hot springs should be just the thing to clear her spinning head. But which room was Sango's; all the doors looked alike to her alcohol-hazed mind. Kagome stopped midway down the hall. This should be the one, she thought as she slipped into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Sango?" Kagome whispered as she looked around the shadowed chamber. Moonlight poured through the open window. A small oil lamp guttered next to the box of writing tools and pile of scrolls on the low table beneath the window. A shoji screen concealed the doorway in the far corner. To her right, carved and inlaid chests, cupboards, and shelves held neatly arranged clothing, hunting gear, and weapons. The armor displayed on the stand in the corner took on the sinister outline of some strange beast. A few illustrated scrolls and finely made weapons decorated the otherwise bare walls. The thick futon, piled with lush fabrics, occupied the tatami mats along the center of the long wall. Toukijin and Tenseiga were arranged on a sword rack in easy reach behind the bed. She was obviously not in Sango's room, a potentially disastrous mistake.
Kagome stared at the deadly demon lord, appearing innocent and peacefully asleep. His sculpted nude form was curled protectively around his "fluffy thing", silky tail draped strategically across his hips, and his silver-white mane flowed messily across his shoulders and down his back.
The sound of soft footsteps ceased at his door and the faint creaking noise alerted Sesshoumaru that an intruder was invading his private domain. He remained motionless, feigning sleep. His nose and ears would suffice to keep him informed of their actions without tipping off the invader that he was awake. The breeze from the open door wafted a feminine scent in his direction; it was his idiot half-brother's wench. Conveying no trace of malice or fear, only curiosity and interest; her scent's increasing muskiness indicated exactly what type of interest to his sensitive nose. She was now at the peak of her cycle, her fertility even more apparent than at dinner, when the proximity of the two human females had caused him no small discomfort. He opened his eyes a slit to watch Kagome. She was still standing there staring at him, clad only in a sheer silk robe clutching her bathing things in her arms. He growled lowly at his own body's traitorous response.
"Kawaii!" Kagome exclaimed softly. "Sesshoumaru looks just like a little boy cuddling his fluffy blankie!"
This Sesshoumaru is not "cute" his thoughts protested vehemently. His fluffy war cloak, aside from its obvious uses as a warm wrap and bedding on the trail, could be wrapped around an arm as a makeshift buckler or snapped at the enemy to blind or entangle weapons. Of course it had been carefully chosen to match his beautiful tail. Fluffy was not a blankie! Surely Kagome had no idea how much it resembled the bedraggled fur he had as a child, which the servants had finally disposed of when it was reduced to tatters. Inuyasha had not been old enough to remember it. If Jaken had mentioned it to her, he would die a slow, agonizing death.
Somehow the room had become much warmer. Perhaps the vintner's imported double distilled wine served at dinner had more effect on him than he had realized. Sesshoumaru rolled over on his back, splaying out his limbs. He glanced down to make sure his tail concealed his loins. It would not do for Kagome to glimpse his present condition.
Kagome approached the bed and gracefully dropped to her knees beside Sesshoumaru. "So beautiful . . ." she whispered. Sesshoumaru smirked inwardly, that was a much more appropriate response than "cute".
Kagome continued her appraisal. "Not quite the same as Inuyasha."
What, she was comparing him to that idiot hanyou. His breathing quickened and his jaw muscles tensed in rage.
Kagome continued, "No, not the same. If Inuyasha is stockier, like a war horse or a mastiff, then Sesshoumaru is graceful like a race horse or a greyhound."
Somewhat mollified, his anger faded. Perhaps her assessment was not so incorrect after all. His thoughts gave way to pure animal enjoyment as Kagome began to lightly stroke his tail. "So soft and silky," she murmured.
Sesshoumaru's baser instincts began to war with his sense of honor and duty. To accept her obvious invitation, and ravish his brother's woman right then and there, would be dishonorable. Perhaps she sought to anger the hanyou or perhaps she instinctively sought the best male available to sire her pups. She was certainly of the age when human females began producing litters. "Kagome, why are you here?" he whispered so low that she did not hear. Sesshoumaru turned his face away and clenched his fists.
"So soft, like velvet, and so hard," Kagome whispered as her questing fingers brushed the prominent erection previously concealed by his fluffy tail. Although her cheeks glowed brightly in embarrassment, Kagome's fluttering fingers slid upwards across his muscled abdomen and chest as she clambered across his prone form. Reaching awkwardly, she brushed away the silver tendrils concealing his face. Her fingertips lightly traced the stripes across his cheekbone and continued to outline the edge of his ear.
Sesshoumaru groaned; the woman had teased him enough and would pay dearly. To grab her hips and thrust home was all it would take to claim her. Startled by the sudden sound, Kagome scooted backwards. Sesshoumaru winced, opening his eyes to glare at her and hissed, "Get off my tail!" Her weight on one knee ground the wounded appendage into the point of his hip.
Kagome literally jumped into the air in shock, only to scream in pain as she descended, impaling her delicate tissues upon his full length. She rolled to the side, pulling away desperately. Sesshoumaru growled through clenched teeth, "It doesn't bend that way; get off!"
Kagome struggled backwards, pulling as hard as she could, her eyes rolling in panic. She cried loudly, "It hurts! I'm stuck on you."
Sesshoumaru stared wide-eyed at the teary, whimpering female, his length painfully clamped within her. "Stop struggling; you need to relax," he commanded tersely.
Kagome's whimpers became louder and tears streamed down her face. "I can't; it hurts too much," she wailed.
* * * * *
Sango bolted upright; a woman's scream echoed from the room next door. The cries of pain faded to whimpers. "That monster," she cursed, now sorry that she had ever agreed to ally with the cruel youkai lord against Naraku. Sango lay awake fighting her impulse to defend the helpless, tensing at each cry and moan, until she finally slipped back into uneasy sleep.
* * * * *
Sesshoumaru rolled forward and gathered Kagome into his arms, pulling her tightly against his chest. As he sank back down on the pallet, he gently stroked her hair and back as he would to comfort a fearful Rin. "Shh, it will be all right. Don't cry." Unless she calmed down, who knew how long they would be trapped in such an embarrassing and undignified condition. Of course, her obvious pain and tears had absolutely no effect on him.
RebaJean 11/15/03
Disclaimer: Characters based on "Inuyasha" copyright 1997 by Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan, Inc. Song lyrics quoted or adapted from "Third Rate Romance" by Sammy Kershaw and "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritchie.
Part 2
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Kagome wavered unsteadily down the corridor. She remembered that the hot springs-fed bathing pools were at the end of the hall. A soak in the hot springs should be just the thing to clear her spinning head. But which room was Sango's; all the doors looked alike to her alcohol-hazed mind. Kagome stopped midway down the hall. This should be the one, she thought as she slipped into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Sango?" Kagome whispered as she looked around the shadowed chamber. Moonlight poured through the open window. A small oil lamp guttered next to the box of writing tools and pile of scrolls on the low table beneath the window. A shoji screen concealed the doorway in the far corner. To her right, carved and inlaid chests, cupboards, and shelves held neatly arranged clothing, hunting gear, and weapons. The armor displayed on the stand in the corner took on the sinister outline of some strange beast. A few illustrated scrolls and finely made weapons decorated the otherwise bare walls. The thick futon, piled with lush fabrics, occupied the tatami mats along the center of the long wall. Toukijin and Tenseiga were arranged on a sword rack in easy reach behind the bed. She was obviously not in Sango's room, a potentially disastrous mistake.
Kagome stared at the deadly demon lord, appearing innocent and peacefully asleep. His sculpted nude form was curled protectively around his "fluffy thing", silky tail draped strategically across his hips, and his silver-white mane flowed messily across his shoulders and down his back.
The sound of soft footsteps ceased at his door and the faint creaking noise alerted Sesshoumaru that an intruder was invading his private domain. He remained motionless, feigning sleep. His nose and ears would suffice to keep him informed of their actions without tipping off the invader that he was awake. The breeze from the open door wafted a feminine scent in his direction; it was his idiot half-brother's wench. Conveying no trace of malice or fear, only curiosity and interest; her scent's increasing muskiness indicated exactly what type of interest to his sensitive nose. She was now at the peak of her cycle, her fertility even more apparent than at dinner, when the proximity of the two human females had caused him no small discomfort. He opened his eyes a slit to watch Kagome. She was still standing there staring at him, clad only in a sheer silk robe clutching her bathing things in her arms. He growled lowly at his own body's traitorous response.
"Kawaii!" Kagome exclaimed softly. "Sesshoumaru looks just like a little boy cuddling his fluffy blankie!"
This Sesshoumaru is not "cute" his thoughts protested vehemently. His fluffy war cloak, aside from its obvious uses as a warm wrap and bedding on the trail, could be wrapped around an arm as a makeshift buckler or snapped at the enemy to blind or entangle weapons. Of course it had been carefully chosen to match his beautiful tail. Fluffy was not a blankie! Surely Kagome had no idea how much it resembled the bedraggled fur he had as a child, which the servants had finally disposed of when it was reduced to tatters. Inuyasha had not been old enough to remember it. If Jaken had mentioned it to her, he would die a slow, agonizing death.
Somehow the room had become much warmer. Perhaps the vintner's imported double distilled wine served at dinner had more effect on him than he had realized. Sesshoumaru rolled over on his back, splaying out his limbs. He glanced down to make sure his tail concealed his loins. It would not do for Kagome to glimpse his present condition.
Kagome approached the bed and gracefully dropped to her knees beside Sesshoumaru. "So beautiful . . ." she whispered. Sesshoumaru smirked inwardly, that was a much more appropriate response than "cute".
Kagome continued her appraisal. "Not quite the same as Inuyasha."
What, she was comparing him to that idiot hanyou. His breathing quickened and his jaw muscles tensed in rage.
Kagome continued, "No, not the same. If Inuyasha is stockier, like a war horse or a mastiff, then Sesshoumaru is graceful like a race horse or a greyhound."
Somewhat mollified, his anger faded. Perhaps her assessment was not so incorrect after all. His thoughts gave way to pure animal enjoyment as Kagome began to lightly stroke his tail. "So soft and silky," she murmured.
Sesshoumaru's baser instincts began to war with his sense of honor and duty. To accept her obvious invitation, and ravish his brother's woman right then and there, would be dishonorable. Perhaps she sought to anger the hanyou or perhaps she instinctively sought the best male available to sire her pups. She was certainly of the age when human females began producing litters. "Kagome, why are you here?" he whispered so low that she did not hear. Sesshoumaru turned his face away and clenched his fists.
"So soft, like velvet, and so hard," Kagome whispered as her questing fingers brushed the prominent erection previously concealed by his fluffy tail. Although her cheeks glowed brightly in embarrassment, Kagome's fluttering fingers slid upwards across his muscled abdomen and chest as she clambered across his prone form. Reaching awkwardly, she brushed away the silver tendrils concealing his face. Her fingertips lightly traced the stripes across his cheekbone and continued to outline the edge of his ear.
Sesshoumaru groaned; the woman had teased him enough and would pay dearly. To grab her hips and thrust home was all it would take to claim her. Startled by the sudden sound, Kagome scooted backwards. Sesshoumaru winced, opening his eyes to glare at her and hissed, "Get off my tail!" Her weight on one knee ground the wounded appendage into the point of his hip.
Kagome literally jumped into the air in shock, only to scream in pain as she descended, impaling her delicate tissues upon his full length. She rolled to the side, pulling away desperately. Sesshoumaru growled through clenched teeth, "It doesn't bend that way; get off!"
Kagome struggled backwards, pulling as hard as she could, her eyes rolling in panic. She cried loudly, "It hurts! I'm stuck on you."
Sesshoumaru stared wide-eyed at the teary, whimpering female, his length painfully clamped within her. "Stop struggling; you need to relax," he commanded tersely.
Kagome's whimpers became louder and tears streamed down her face. "I can't; it hurts too much," she wailed.
* * * * *
Sango bolted upright; a woman's scream echoed from the room next door. The cries of pain faded to whimpers. "That monster," she cursed, now sorry that she had ever agreed to ally with the cruel youkai lord against Naraku. Sango lay awake fighting her impulse to defend the helpless, tensing at each cry and moan, until she finally slipped back into uneasy sleep.
* * * * *
Sesshoumaru rolled forward and gathered Kagome into his arms, pulling her tightly against his chest. As he sank back down on the pallet, he gently stroked her hair and back as he would to comfort a fearful Rin. "Shh, it will be all right. Don't cry." Unless she calmed down, who knew how long they would be trapped in such an embarrassing and undignified condition. Of course, her obvious pain and tears had absolutely no effect on him.