InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Till It's Gone ❯ A simple arrangement ( Chapter 2 )

Till it's Gone

By Smittin Kittin

Chapter two

A simple arrangement

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(shakes head) I've begged & bribed, but still don't own Inuyasha! (pouts)

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As always if u like r/r even if u don't like r/r

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Special thanks 2 my beta queen! (bows deeply) thanks 4 making me look good sweetie!

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Kagome clutched the ornately carved mahogany foot-board of the king sized bed, her knuckles turning white from the effort. She winced and shut her eyes, willing her mind to wander while her body sustained the abuse. To say that he battered her would be slander. What he did to her was not so much abuse, as harsh treatment. Not that it mattered, she belonged to him. The law viewed her as his property, and he could do to her whatever he damn well pleased. It just so happened that fucking her raw was what he considered a good time.

She leaned forward, trying to distance herself from his hard thrusts. Tearing the delicate skin of her unlubricated anus. Her knees were sore, her backside burned, and her thighs were chafed. She listened to his even breathing and groaned. He was nowhere near his release. The painful thrusts of his pelvis made all the more unbearable by his drive to be fully seated inside her. Though their anatomy was compatible, there was a substantial size difference between her husband and an average male of her kind. 'If he'd just waited like I'd asked him to... selfish bastard.' Kagome whimpered when he picked up the pace and increased the power of his strokes.

She'd heard other women complain about their husbands lack of stamina, or whine about the infrequency of their sexual advances. She frowned, wishing he were some lazy slob who couldn't get it up. "Ouch!" Kagome yelped when he pulled her hair. "Ugh, please... not so rough!" she cried out when he used his grip on her hair to pull her head back at an odd angle.

Kagome had no delusions about her marriage. It was one of convenience, not love- though the man currently pounding into her would say different. `Curse you grandpa... h-how could you!' her mind raged as her body weakened. Her husband had come home in a particularly good mood today, and she was glad. Sex was always easier when he didn't feel he had something to prove. The down side of his happy demeanor was that he became insatiable and thoughtlessly sought his own pleasure with no regard for hers, or her comfort for that matter. She shut her eyes tight and shuddered as he finally found his release. She sighed in relief when his hands slipped from around her tiny waist. Her body went limp and she gratefully collapsed into the billowy fabric of her marital bed. She cringed at the feel of sweat and cum as she tried to settle into a comfortable position. There was nothing she'd like better than a hot bath, but her limbs refused to cooperate with her demands. The exhausted girl closed her eyes and let the soothing darkness of sleep overwhelm her.

Kagome woke with a start, she blinked, trying to clear her sleep-fogged vision. She groaned, realizing the source of her peaceful slumber's disturbance was the bellowing of her demanding husband. He wasn't yelling at her, not that he didn't raise his voice or his hand to her. She sighed, deciding she might as well take a bath. She groaned, forcing her sore body to leave the warmth of the fur comforter. Kagome didn't bother stripping the bed, she knew one of the servant girls would take care of that and no doubt fawn over how lucky the lady of the house was for having such a viral mate. "Humph, lucky my ass!" she hissed under her breath as she slowly padded over to her walk-in closet, finding this evening's outfit already selected for her. She frowned. Why he insisted she go shopping when he never let her wear what she bought was a mystery to her. She scooped up the low cut back-less evening gown, noting how the design wouldn't allow for a bra. She hated when he dressed her like some doll to be put on display.

Tears welled up in her cinnamon eyes, spilling over her cheeks. She was a trophy wife, selected for her beauty and charm. Despite his bold declarations of love and sweeping romantic gestures, she meant no more to her husband than one of his hunting trophies, only she'd been much harder to capture and more costly to maintain.

Kagome entered the large bathroom of their master suite, finding a hot bath already drawn for her and was immediately grateful to Silvia for her intuitiveness as soon as the soothing water engulfed her small frame. She was submerged up to her neck in the lavender fragrant water, allowing the healing herbs Silvia had mixed in with the scented oil to leech her body of it's aches.

"There's my woman!" Kouga declared, barging into the bathroom and sitting on the top step of the raised, cast-iron tub that his wife was soaking in. "No time for all your girlie shit babe, we gotta go!" He stood up and hoisted Kagome from the warm bathwater. She shivered as he carried her into the bedroom without so much as a towel to keep her warm. He tossed a jar of body butter at the shivering girl. She began to apply the thick moisturizer to her damp skin under her husband's lusty gaze. "You're so fucking beautiful... you know that?" He leered at her, taking in the delicate curves of her body. "Aren't you glad I made you loose those 30 pounds? Now your perfect!" he boasted, stroking his hand over the small curve of her hip.

The truth was, she hated the way she looked. Kagome had always been happy with the shape of her body. She enjoyed her womanly curves and felt like a child without them. She was a buxom girl, and no amount of weight loss would change that, so now her shape resembled an anorexic Barbie doll. Her body's natural contours were more that of Scarlet Johansson. She sighed finding no point in rehashing the issue. Kagome couldn't resist the urge to wipe the smug grin off his face. "If you wanted a waif for a wife, why the hell did you buy me!" she sneered, satisfied at the deflation of his ego, she moved toward her vanity so she could dry her hair.

Kouga's face fell at her hurtful words. He loved her more than anything else he'd ever possessed, and she refused to see it. "Kagome..." He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. "I love you, damnit! Why can't you understand that?" He stared into her mahogany eyes full of disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't I provide a good life for you here... aren't you happy?" his voice was strained with emotion. All his young life, he desired the beautiful woman that stood before him, now that he had her she seemed even more aloof.

A tentative knock at the door broke the tense silence. "Uh... Kouga, are you ready? The car's here," Ginta informed them from the other side of the oak double doors.

Kouga growled and released his wife. "We'll finish this when we get back!" he snarled, grabbing his tuxedo jacket from the neatly outfitted bed. "You can forget about your little weekend trip to visit your mother!"

Kagome tripped over her feet at his refusal to allow her to see her family. "No... you can't do that!" she cried, tears threatening to streak her pale face. "I promised her!" She stared at him her eyes pleading.

Kouga frowned. He hated seeing her unhappy, but he refused to be made a fool of by his own mate. "I can... and I will! You made a promise to me as well Kag, and you're  gonna start honoring it!" He turned his back on her when she began to sob. "Get dressed. We're already late." With that, he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.