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Chapter 12

 


            Kagome leaned back against Inuyasha’s chest and yawned.  The dinner Kaede prepared had been wonderful.  There was plenty to eat, which was good because she hadn’t had lunch and Inuyasha, as always, was starving.  Shippo launched himself at her as soon as he knew she had arrived - and promptly announced to everyone that she smelled like ‘Inubaka all over’.  With a great deal of blushing on both their parts, and a proud smirk on Inuyasha’s, they informed the group that they were a mated couple.  Kaede offered them congratulations and a blessing.  Sango blushed and gave Kagome a teary hug.  Shippo pouted and insisted she would take the hanyou’s side from now on - to which Kagome promised she would always defend him as long as he deserved it.  Miroku leered and made lewd insinuations.  He spent most of the meal unconscious due to simultaneous blows from Inuyasha and Hirokatsu.

            Kagome snuggled deeper into the warmth of Inuyasha’s chest and let out a contented sigh.  It had been awful - those months away from him.  There were times when she contemplated any means to get away from the emptiness that filled her in his absence.  She tightened her fingers on his and smiled, turning her face into his nagajuban and whispering, “Totally worth it.”

            “What’s that?”

            She grinned and leaned back to see his face, careful to keep her balance on the limb they sat on.  She wasn’t really concerned about falling from the Goshinboku; Inuyasha had a hold of her, and he would always keep her safe. His eyelids drooped a bit, but he didn’t look tired.  A fang protruded over his lower lip in a sweet doggy-smile.  He was so exotically beautiful. All of the pain she had been through, wondering if he loved her, waiting for him to get over Kikyou, even the months isolated in the future, they had been worth living through as long as she got Inuyasha in the end.  And she had him.  Instead of explaining that, she said, “The dinner.  I thought it would be much more awkward, but it feels good that everyone knows. And they are all happy for us.  I knew they would be, but still...it’s nice.” She gave him a one-armed hug and squeezed their hands where their fingers were laced together.

            “Keh. It would have been worse if the monk were awake.” Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll make it clear before we set out again that he needs to keep his hands and eyes to himself.”

            “And his perverted comments?”

            “He better!”  Kagome giggled at his adamant insistence and he gradually lost his scowl in place of a small smile. He stroked her hair with his claws.  “There is a rumor of a shard to the east, but it can wait for-”

            “We can go,” Kagome interrupted. “As long as you don’t mind eating breakfast with Mama so we can tell her the news.  And I need to grab my bag.  We can leave right afterward.”  She knew he was probably shocked that she was willing to go without a fight, but there were few things that could ruin the good mood she was in at that moment.  She would end up going on the hunt anyway, and leaving right away would make Inuyasha happy.  If he was happy, then she would be too. Well, for the most part, anyway.  She required a few other things as well.

            “You’ll want to talk with her. We’ll leave the day after tomorrow,” Inuyasha said decisively.

            “Oh? Think I can’t help but blabber? It will take me a whole day to run out of things to say, huh?” She managed to make her tone sound insulted, but she was struggling not to laugh at the chagrin on his face.

            “Noooo, I didn’t-”

            “It’s okay,” she kissed the corner of his mouth gently and chuckled. “I do talk a lot, and this is something Mama will want to discuss in-depth. I was just teasing you.”

            “Keh, I knew that.” Inuyasha hrrumphed and Kagome pressed a second kiss to his jaw, then a third, before he relaxed. “You can get some more ramen while we are there.”

            “Hmmm. Yes, I need supplies.  I’ll see if I can get into the clinic, too. For, ah,” she blushed and ducked her head into his chest.  It didn’t seem to matter that she had seen him naked, and vice versa, and that they had done things together that, well...really great things together.  She still couldn’t look him in the eye and talk about contraception. “That medicine to make sure I don’t get pregnant right away.”  They sat in silence for a while until Inuyasha’s halting words broke it.

            “You don’t mind, do you?”

            “Mind what?” she asked sleepily.

            “That our children will be half-breeds, less than that even.”  Kagome couldn’t help herself, she slapped him across the chest - hard.

            “Do not ever call our children that again, Inuyasha no Toga! They won’t be less than anything!” She lost some of her anger looking at the shocked expression on his face.  He really is worried that our children wouldn’t be accepted.  “They’ll be perfect,” she whispered. She smiled gently and brushed her fingers over his cheek. “You better get used to it, because I won’t let anybody talk down on a hanyou - not even you.”

            “You think you can tell me what I can call myself?” He growled, a teasing tone in his voice that warmed her heart.

            “Nobody talks bad about my mate,” she growled back and snapped her teeth at him.  She laughed, right up until she found herself crushed against his chest.  Her legs dangled on either side of the branch, her pelvis snug against his.  His arm forced her breasts tight against his chest, his hand clenched her hair and forced her head back, revealing her neck.  She barely had time to let out a shocked gasp before she felt his teeth on her mate mark.  The pinprick of his fangs and his hot breath sent a spear of hot pleasure from the scar straight to her core.  She couldn’t help but moan.  

            “Another lesson, bitch,” his voice was gravelly again, and it sent ripples of anticipation dancing across her nerves. “Don’t snap your teeth at me unless you want to challenge my right.”

            “Right to what?” she said breathlessly.  She thought she could guess, but the way he grazed her skin with his teeth and his tongue darted out to caress her mark had her thoughts growing hazy.

            “To dominate you, to make you my bitch, my mate. You are mine Kagome, but if you challenge me, my instinct will be to force you to submit.”  He withdrew his teeth and pressed his forehead against hers.  She was pleased that his breath seemed to come just as hard as hers.  “I don’t want to hurt you, Kagome.”

            “You would never hurt me, Inuyasha. No you, not your youkai, certainly not your human.” He grunted with derision and she licked his jawline in the sign of submissiveness he had taught her. “I love you. I love the way you make me feel, the way you touch me.” She pressed another kiss against his jaw and steeled herself against the blush that was blooming on her cheeks - just considering her next words. “I want to make you feel this good too. If you want to prove you are the alpha, then do it.” She swallowed hard, and tried to steady her suddenly husky voice. “Prove to me that ‘bitch’ is more than just a crude word, Inuyasha. If you want me-” She didn’t get a chance to finish as his hand wrenched her hair and he bit down on her mark.  She could feel the blood welling around his fangs, but the pain was distant and easily ignored in favor of the rapidly coiling heat in her belly.  She squirmed against him, whether trying to get closer or move away she wasn’t sure.  He made a noise of rebuke and wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her hard against him.  The bulge between his legs pressed against her naked flesh just as another wave of heat flared from her mark.  The dam holding back her desire, her pleasure, broke and her back arched.  Her vision grew dark, and she was only vaguely aware of the withdrawal of his fangs.

            She did not get an opportunity to recover, as the cool night air washed across her skin.  The fire rat sagged to her elbows and her breasts were exposed.  Her nipples tightened painfully and gooshflesh rose on her skin. “Inu-” she started, but finished on a gasp.  So good! His mouth latched onto her breast and his fingers found her heat.  He had to pull her off of him to make room for his hand.  If she hadn’t been preoccupied with gripping his hair to pull his mouth closer to her abused flesh, she might have been embarrassed at how tightly she was grinding against him.  His nails had already started to grow back from the trimming he gave them earlier, and she shuddered in excitement as the deadly claws skimmed over her most sensitive flesh.  They dove into the hair on her mound, quickly finding her clit and Kagome lost a few moments to the blinding pleasure of smooth claws and calloused fingers against that bundle of nerves.

            “A, kamis!” Her scream was muffled by a lack of oxygen as his knuckle found its way into her slick heat.   Kagome wanted to die. She was flying, sinking, drowning, being pulled and pressed from every direction. She was more alive than she had ever been and every sensation was centered on the feel of her mate. His fingers, his mouth, the press of his muscular arm against her naked back under the haori.  He released her breast with a wet ‘pop’ and his claws slid out of her hair to replace his teeth on her tormented nipple.

            “Don’t snap your teeth at an inu, Kag-o-me,” he growled.  He flicked her with his claws - both her clit and her nipple, and she came again.  Stars exploded behind her eyes and she moaned into his hair as he pulled her close.  The thud of his feet hitting the ground brought her back to reality and she stared at him dazedly.  He pulled the fire rat roughly from her, flinging it on the ground and forcing her to follow.  Her legs trembled and she found herself on all fours, Inuyasha behind her and leaning over her. She realized through the haze of a fading orgasm that he was naked and she had a moment to wonder where his hakama had gone before he pressed his erection against her swollen flesh. She blinked over her shoulder to find his eyes rimmed in red. He was still very much in control of his youkai; he had chosen to follow his instincts.  “When your mate demands submission,” he continued the lesson, pressing his mouth close to her ear, “give it.”

            His tongue flicked out to trace her ear and he followed it with his teeth on her earlobe. His bite was hard enough to draw blood, but the wound was immediately soothed with his tongue.  She moaned, torn between begging him to stop, to let her apologize for the teasing and make love to him, and urging him on.  His claws trailed down her spine to squeeze her bottom, deadly points raking lightly against the cleft of her body.  She shuddered, awash in delectable sensation that bordered between intense pleasure and near pain.  Even as a full-demon, Inuyasha had never hurt her - at least, not in any way that didn’t also have her begging for release.

            “Shouldn’t...shouldn’t…” Her voice trailed away as his lips found the joint of her shoulder and his free hand found her breast.  He kneaded and sucked, pulling the thin flesh of her neck into his mouth while his fingers played with her nipple. She moaned, “Shouldn’t submission be earned?”

            He growled, the rumbling vibration seeping from his chest into hers and sparking another rush of liquid between her legs.  Kagome’s arms shook with anticipation, but she didn’t have to hold herself up for long. “Bitch,” he murmured.  He left her breast to lay his palm flat between her shoulder blades and press her to the ground.  Her cheek lay against the warmth of the fire rat, but his fingers tracing her lower lips kept her bottom high in the air. Less than twenty-four hours from losing my virginity and I’m already begging him, she thought wildly.  His chest left her back and she was left bereft for a moment until she felt his breath on her inner thigh. Totally worth it.

 

***

 

            Inuyasha stared at the soft petals of Kagome’s cunt and had to lick his lips to keep from drooling.  She was playing a dangerous game. She taunted his instincts, called out his rights.  He knew she was teasing, but his youkai responded to that light in her eyes, the scent of her arousal as she challenged him to ‘make her’... She was his fate, his mate, the only thing that could balance his two halves, not just suppress his demon blood like the seal of Tessaiga, but give his blood full reign and still keep his sanity intact. Inuyasha had wanted Kagome for three years, and if she was willing to let him dominate her as he chose and brand her body with his, then he damn well would take advantage.

            He breathed in the spicy sake scent of her and practically barked in need.  His tongue slipped out without any direction from him and traced her, catching every drop of the sweet, salty liquid she made just for him.  Fuck, he wanted her.  He wanted her when he woke up beside her at the spring, smelling his mouth on her breasts and his seed on her legs.  He wanted her when he carried her through the forest, smelling the hot ginger of her anger and feeling her naked ass in his hands.  He wanted her as they walked and spoke of youkai customs and instincts. As she blushed and stammered and tried to make him feel more comfortable while she asked how often they would fuck and when he would pup her. He wanted her as they sat side-by-side in Kaede’s hut, listening to well wishes and suffering teasing glances, smelling her happiness of ume and apples. He wanted her as they sat in the Goshinboku and looked at the stars.  He knew she was sore, knew with great satisfaction that she had been a virgin. He thought she would want to move slowly and so had curbed his desires as best he could and held his mate, his Kagome, while lust and instinct combined into an inferno that demanded to be quenched with the sweetest liquid he had ever known.

            She wanted him too. She told him to take her and he didn’t - couldn’t - wait to ask if she had second thoughts.  This was Kagome. His tongue darted out again and he drank in the sounds of her moans alongside the nectar he licked from her thighs. This was Kagome, and Kagome was his. He would prove his worth as a mate to her. He would imprint himself on her - not just his mark, although that was the most important, but his scent, his seed, his youki and aura.  Kagome and any who came into her presence would know she was his, now and always.  

            Dormant for hours after making a decisive claim, his youkai rumbled inside him in agreement.  His aura spread out, blanketing the forest around them and calling to her reiki.  She responded, by thought or instinct Inuyasha didn’t know or care, and made an eager, mewling sound that called to his cock.  Her own aura exploded, casting a pink glow around them.  He could feel their energy pushing against each other, not battling, but testing.  Hers caressed his skin, calling his passions and instincts out further.  As before, the release of her power brought her to the edge of something immense.  Inuyasha grinned against her flesh and growled, his nose pressed into her slit to inhale her scent and his lips around her sensitive nub.  She screamed.  The sound bounced against the twin barrier created by their auras and rebounded on his ears.  The high pitch was painful, but Inuyasha could not help the fierce satisfaction that filled him.

            He gripped her thighs and stood on his knees behind her, no longer willing to wait to feel her around him.  “Bitch,” he repeated, tracing her spine with his tongue, “you have more than earned it.” He thrust forward in one quick surge.  She is so fuckin’ tight! He growled and slammed his claws into the earth on either side of them, rather than risk seriously hurting her.  Her muscles clamped around him, holding his cock captive in the only prison he never wanted to escape.  

            “Inu - Inu- Inu-” she panted.  He could smell the faint edge of pain on her, but it was quickly drowned out with the smoky musk of her desire, or was that his? Their scents blended together so that he couldn’t tell where her spicy sake and sweet flowers ended and his own earthier essence began.

            “Fuck,” he ground out.  The game had started as a way to teach her the fine line between teasing and challenge. A hot, satisfying way to share her amused joke and quell his own raging lust. Buried in her wet heat, he had trouble remembering why he shouldn’t just pound away at her until he came - and then keep going until he could do so again.  His balls were full to bursting and if anything, his cock was getting harder.  She is so fuckin’ tight! Inuyasha forced his claws to relax their death grip on the soil and dragged them along the haori.  Breathe. Breathe.  Each time he inhaled, her scent coated his nose all over again, and this time it wasn’t just her reaching into his lungs to intoxicate him and down to his groin to stoke him.  He had already been with her, in her, and that scent made him even more eager to claim her again. Her hips twitched and he gripped her, hard, trying his best not to pierce the skin again. “Kag-o-me,” he bit out warningly, “don’t move or I’ll…”

            “Please tell me you’ll finish me,” she whimpered. He was lost.  He pulled out of her achingly constricted passage and slammed in again, packing her full of his cock and drawing out a mewl of pleasure and pain.  He licked her shoulder in sympathy, but he couldn’t stop himself from withdrawing again. “More, please...I need… Yes!” His fingers found the juicy little berry between her legs and he flicked. “A, kamis! Yes, Inu- Inuyasha!” He leaned over her for better access and strummed her flesh with an accuracy born of careful examination during their first time.  She writhed and twisted, still looking for a release that he held back until she had built up enough frustration. Not yet, he snarled to himself, trying to check his own thrusts so as not to finish them both.  His claws circled once more then he pinched her gently. She bit off another scream and bucked back against him, but he refused to speed up his rhythm. “Please, please fuck me you-”

            He gave a feral grin, satisfied that she had finally reached her pinnacle. “Submit,” he managed to rip the word from his own clenched jaws. She whimpered and moaned, unable to speak under the dual onslaught of his hands and cock.  Finally, when he thought he would have to give up any pretense of the game just to bring them both over the edge, she tossed her head to the side in an obvious display of her vulnerable neck and his mate mark on it.  “Yes,” he snarled. His finger dipped low to collect some of her moisture and then he traced her again, this time with the speed and pressure he knew she wanted. Within in seconds her back was arching and her walls spasmed around him.  He straightened and grabbed a secure hold on each of her hips, pumping into her with abandon.  His release came before hers was finished, and they sank to the ground in a boneless heap.

            Inuyasha took a moment...or three, to get his breath back and lever his weight off of her so that she wouldn’t be crushed. He lay down on his back in the cool grass and pulled Kagome onto his chest.  Her damp skin was rapidly cooling, and he pulled the fire rat over them both when he felt her shiver.  Her breathing grew slow and even, and she settled against him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her breasts against him. Satisfied though he was, he felt his cock twitch when her warm breath puffed against his own mate mark.  He smiled slowly, ignoring the blush on his own cheeks and determined to allow her at least an hour’s sleep before he woke her again.  Perhaps the next time, now that his instincts were sated, he would allow her to sit up in his lap. Perhaps he would even move them indoors. He pressed a kiss to her hair and grinned outright, recalling her abandon when she was close to completion.  It’s a good thing the barrier went up; no one would ever believe that Kagome can cuss as well as I can.

 

***

 

            “You’re sure he got the message?”

            “He’d have to be an idiot not to understand,” Sango rolled her eyes and blushed.  Kagome had linked their arms together, and for once they strolled at a leisurely pace rather than being rushed by a grumpy hanyou.  She spared their leader a glance.  Inuyasha walked at the front of the group, steadfastly ignoring Miroku’s winks and obvious throat-clearing.  Shippo sat on the monk’s shoulder, occasionally glancing back at the women.  He often grinned, and Sango knew he was excited about whatever surprise he and Miroku had planned for the inu, but Sango also knew he looked back so often to reassure himself that Kagome was still there.  He had been badly affected by her prolonged absence and it would take time for him to trust that she would not leave without word again.

            “You were using step two though, right?”  Sango nodded at Kagome’s quiet inquiry, feeling her face heat up even further.  “Well, then as much as I hope he gets it, you can’t always trust that a man is paying attention when you have your tongue on his ear.”

            “Have you…” Sango wondered out loud.  Both women glanced at Inuyasha, his furry ears flicking and rotating madly, no doubt unable to avoid eavesdropping on them.  Kagome turned so red Sango was worried her hair might catch on fire.

            “Later,” the priestess whispered, “when we can talk alone.” Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder at her pointed comment.  Sango was caught at the edge of a smoldering stare between the new couple.  For a moment, she was filled with a tense mix of embarrassment, envy, and a twist of desire that had her wondering if she could ever receive such a glance from her own beloved - without having to interrupt it to smack away an offensive hand.

            “He sent me flowers,” she announced quietly.  Kagome raised her eyebrows and smiled, and Sango felt a rush of girlish pleasure that was unfamiliar and rare for the slayer.  “It came with a poem.”  She studied the monk’s back to make certain he was occupied before she withdrew the carefully folded rice paper from her sleeve.  Kagome read it quickly, sighing with romantic longing that stroked Sango’s pride.

            “It’s beautiful.”

            “And there was this,” Sango continued.  She displayed the little origami dove, and had to quickly hide it again when Kagome’s squeal of excitement made the others turn and stare.  They waited impatiently for the males to return to their pace and other interests before continuing.  “So what do I do now?”

            “Well…” Kagome drew out the sound. “You could tell him how much you liked the gift and ask him to walk with you after lunch. We are getting really close to the stream we usually stop at. Or,” the miko smiled wickedly, despite her continued blush, “you could move on to step three.”

            “Step three!” Sango squeaked.  The others stopped walking again and turned to stare.  Sango was very aware that she had probably never squeaked before in her life.  She turned her face to study the trees and smoothed her hair self-consciously while they waited for the group to begin moving again.  “I don’t think I can do step three,” she confided.

            “It’s up to you, Sango.  I know that isn’t probably something that...well, I...I mean, your time is more...conservative than mine.  But if you do plan on-” Sango followed Kagome’s sharp glance to Miroku.  The monk had bent his head to allow Shippo to whisper in his ear.  “If you plan on marrying him one day, hopefully soon, then the only way you should feel bad about this is if you make yourself feel bad.”

            “It’s…” Sango bit her lip in trepidation. “You promise it is nice - he’ll like it?”

            “Dear sister,” Kagome’s eyes twinkled. “He’ll love it.  And it can be nice for you too, trust me.”  Sango took a deep breath and considered Kagome’s opinion.  Despite being older than the priestess from the future, she trusted Kagome to be knowledgeable on many things that were unfamiliar to her.  More than that, she trusted her friend, the sister of her heart, to advise her on matters that only women could talk to one another about.  Matters which she could bring up to no one else.  She had no mother, no other sisters, no other female friends.  She had always respected Kagome’s future-knowledge as well as her guidance.  She followed Kagome’s gaze to the inuhanyou who led them.  Especially now that she has...experienced so much first hand.  Sango blushed at the thought, both eager to speak with Kagome alone and so flustered at the pending conversation she could barely move.  Perhaps she should continue with the plan.  She hadn’t needed the stick, as it were, for more than two days.  Miroku had been behaving himself admirably.  She only needed to muster the courage to -

            “Hey mutt! Where’s my woman?” Koga appeared in the path, just a few feet from Inuyasha, in a swirl of dust.  “Oh, no,” Kagome sighed.  Sango stared blankly for a moment, before recognizing the low deadly growl rumbling from Inuyasha.  The wolf youkai didn’t seem to notice it, nor the way Inuyasha’s hands were splayed - claws rapidly extending.  He spotted Kagome and waved. “Kagome, are you ready to leave this dog turd and become my mate?”

            “You better do something quick before-” Sango didn’t get a chance to finish warning the priestess before Inuyasha snarled and leaped at Kagome’s persistent suitor.  His claws slashed and his teeth snapped, circling the youkai until he faced the group. His eyes had turned pink, and his fangs stuck out over his lip.  Sango sucked in a breath, she had never seen Inuyasha transform so readily.  Koga seemed to always step just out of reach, turning and taunting the hanyou.

            “This is ridiculous, someone is really going to get hurt,” Kagome huffed.  Sango turned to stare at her in shock.  Although there was a trace of real concern in her voice, the miko sounded more irritated than anything.  Exactly how accustomed has she become to Inuyasha’s youkai?

            “What’s the matter, dog breath? Finally figured out she wanted me all along?” That would be Koga’s last mistake, Sango was sure.  Laying claim to the mate of another youkai was almost always a challenge to the death.

            “My mate,” Inuyasha snarled.  He lunged, claws extended, to rip Koga’s adulterous heart from his chest.  

            A cascade of acorns fell on Inuyasha’s head.

            Sango stared, completely dumbfounded.  The feeling didn’t last long as Shippo began laughing so hard he tumbled off Miroku’s shoulder and rolled in the dust.  Sango’s mouth fell open in shock.  It had all been a kitsune trick.  She noted rather numbly that it had been excellent, magic far beyond what Shippo’s latest attempts had revealed.  He must have been practicing.  Inuyasha did not seem to appreciate the little prank nearly as much.

            “You little fucker,” he snarled.  The red had mostly disappeared from his eyes under the wild onslaught of tree nuts, but his anger was still palpable.

            “EEP! Kagome!” The kitsune ducked behind the miko and Kagome rolled her eyes, again.  

            “Shippo, if you can’t take the consequences of your own tricks, you shouldn’t pull them,” she admonished.  Sango was surprised, again.  Kagome hardly ever took Inuyasha’s side in such arguments.  Miroku started. Shippo whined in fear. Inuyasha was overcome with a pleasantly surprised smirk.  Kagome sighed. “Sango, why don’t you and the others get a fire going and we can break early today. Inuyasha,” she interrupted his protest before he could make any sound, and, again to Sango’s consternation, did not ‘sit’ him. “I think we need to have a talk. Privately.” The hanyou got a gleam in his eye and nodded sharply.  As Kagome turned off the path to walk with her mate into the woods, she whispered to the slayer, “Training takes time.”

            Sango considered her friend’s words and sly wink carefully as the slayer followed the monk to the clearing ahead.  Kagome and Inuyasha still fought like little children, she surmised that they might always do so, but they were also both happier and more confident and centered than she had ever seen them.  I want that.  She called to Shippo to gather wood and strode past Miroku, calming declaring her intention to wash up and ordering him to get fish for lunch.

            She was at least twenty feet in front of him before she heard the monk start moving.  “As you wish, dearest Sango,” he answered in a strangled voice.  Sango couldn’t restrain her triumphant grin, although her face felt like it was on fire.  Her hand was warm too, but that was less from mortification and more from the ghosting sensation of Miroku’s backside when she had squeezed it.