InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Beautiful Death ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 1 )

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

Note:  I have updated and fixed some of the continuity errors in this chapter.  I’ll probably be doing that a lot as I finish it.  It’s a flaw.

Second Note:   I really probably should have mentioned that this piece will make a lot more sense if you check out "An Interesting Story". 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I don't want to own Inuyasha. I don't make any money.

This is, to the best of my knowledge, an original work of fiction using characters borrowed or stolen from Takahashi Rumiko. With the exception of Takahashi Rumiko, I have tried very hard not to copy other authors. If I have done so, it was completely accidental. If you have written something like this, and feel I have wronged you, please contact me, I want to give credit where it's due.


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Chapter One -- Confessions


Kagome sighed in frustration and deleted half of the chapter she was writing.  She was sitting cross-legged in the forest; Inuyasha was perched in a tree above her, keeping watch.  Her laptop sat on a fallen log in front of her.  The glow disrupted the surrounding landscape more than a bit.  The computer, and the three extra batteries in her bag, had been a gift from her mother when she graduated high school.  She glanced at the date on the little LCD screen. 

“Fuck!” She let herself fall backwards onto the ground.  Her sudden exclamation made Inuyasha jump just a bit.  Everyone had been on edge lately.  They were merely one battle away from completing the Shikon Jewel.  It had been a long, hard road; the jewel had been shattered again, stolen a couple of times, sucked in and out of Hell.... Now she and Naraku each had almost exactly half.

Inuyasha landed on the ground near Kagome. 

“What’s wrong?”  He opted not to crack a joke about how she’d picked up his foul language in recent months.  She’d been even more testy than him lately.  Then, of course, there was the conversation he’d overheard days before.  Something about that whole little scene still didn’t set right with him, and he didn’t know what to make of it yet.  He was very pleased with himself that he hadn’t yet brought it up. 

“It’s my birthday…. It’s been five goddamned years….”  She righted herself with a long sigh. 

“Since?” 

“Since we met.”  ‘Since I came here. Since my life changed forever.’ 

“Oh… well… happy birthday.”  Inuyasha kicked the ground, annoyed that there’d been no warning this year.  The past two, he’d had time to get her a gift.  “How old are you this year?” 

“Twenty.”  A bitter smile crossed her features.  “I am legally an adult now.  But I’ve spent so much time here, I doubt it matters.”  She hopped to her feet with a quickness she’d acquired over the years and picked up her bag.  After a few moments, she pulled out the small bottle of sake she’d brought along and took a swig. 

“I’ve never seen you drink,” Inuyasha observed quietly. 

“It’s for courage.” She carefully set down the bottle, adjusted her clothes, and took a deep breath. 

The next thing Inuyasha knew, she was right next to him and, from his vantage point, about to hit him.  Her speed shocked him, because he had no time to react as she snatched at his neck.  The blow never came and when he realized what had just occurred, Kagome had turned away again and the prayer beads that had bound him for so long were on the ground.  The hanyou stared at Kagome’s back in shock. 

“Why?” 

Kagome paused to look over her shoulder.  “Consider it a gift. five years was long enough.” 

“But what if...?” 

She turned and stepped up to him, staring up into his amber eyes.  Her voice was a mere whisper, her lips so close he could feel her breath.  “If something happens to me, will Kaede release you?  And if something happens to you, I don’t want you to die bound to me.” 

“But I’m forever bound to you….” 

Inuyasha realized he’d spoken aloud a moment too late.  Kagome’s eyes flared. 

“You are bound to Kikyou, and, just to remind you, I’m fucking not her!  All I am to you, all I’ve ever been to you, is a goddamned... shard detector!” 

Inuyasha started to yell a retort, but instead turned on his heel to stomp away.  Kagome sighed and turned to pack up her things and return to Kaede’s shrine.  She trudged back slowly, angry at herself for wasting what might be her last good opportunity to tell him the truth. 

The truth. That she’d been in love with him for near five years.  That she found it hard to be around him without being able to kiss him.  That she didn’t care if he was human, hanyou, or full demon. 

That she wanted him. 

She pushed open the paper screen to what had become her room in the shrine.  The building was empty, as everyone had gone with Kaede to the neighboring village to get some rare herbs, and Kagome was left in charge of keeping the shrine for a few days.  They would be back by morning.

Her bags hit the floor with a thud and she quickly stripped off her clothes and slipped between her sleeping bag and a blanket.  As she settled in to get comfortable, her thoughts drifted to more pleasant circumstances with the silver-haired warrior she knew so well.  She let her fingers slip lower towards the soft curls at the junction of her thighs. 

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A short distance away, Inuyasha was sitting in a tree, kicking himself after several minutes of silently berating Kagome.  ‘You fucking fool. She was so close….’  A certain scent drifted over to him on the wind and he inhaled deeply.  She was pleasuring herself.  Grinning almost evilly, he jumped down and took off towards Kagome’s window.  He would often watch her private moments and then go off and have his own fun.  The hanyou felt terrible about it, but if she truly felt nothing for him, why should he care?

‘Keep telling yourself that, jackass.  Maybe you’ll believe it someday.’  Guiltily, he sank to his knees beneath the window, suddenly too ashamed of himself to watch.  He couldn’t stop his ears though, and every little moan, not to mention her scent, was taking its toll on his self-control. 

Suddenly, Kagome uttered words Inuyasha never thought he’d hear.  In a deep, throaty moan of a voice, she said his name. 

“Ohh… Inuyasha….” 

His head spun. Had she been thinking of him?  Could it even be possible that he was the subject of her fantasies?  Images of his own desires swam past his eyes.  All the dozens of things he’d always wanted to do to her, to do with her.  He’d never thought that Kagome might feel the same.  That she could want him…  He dared to hope. 

Inuyasha rose and peeked into her window, and what he saw both thrilled and terrified him.  Kagome lay exposed to her thighs, her face buried beneath a pillow, and as best as he could tell, she was crying. 

He gingerly stepped through the window.  “Kagome?” 

She gasped, threw the pillow at him, and jerked the blanket up around her body.  “Sit!”  Even as she said the word, she realized it no longer had any effect on him, but at least it got him to flinch.  Kagome sighed in exasperation.  “What do you want?”  She wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and glared over at him. 

“Why are you crying?” 

“Because you’re an asshole.” 

Inuyasha was dumbfounded.  She’d been crying before he busted in on her, what in God’s name had he done now?  “And why am I an asshole today?” he asked, sounded much harsher than he’d intended. 

“I heard you and Miroku talking earlier!  I heard what you said!” 

“Oh...  that...” 

“Yeah, that!  I can’t believe you’d say such things!  I guess I was wrong when I thought that I actually meant something to you!” 

“Me?!  What about you?  What was it you said to Sango at the hot springs?  That you almost hoped I failed against Naraku?” 

Kagome opened her mouth to retort, but confusion took over.  She sat upright.  “When did I say this?” 

“Oh, don’t play fucking dumb, Kagome!  Before everyone went to get those herbs.  You left here, I went out into the forest, and awhile later I heard you two talking about me!” 

“Did you watch?”  Kagome hadn’t gone to the hot springs that evening, and she was desperately trying to make sense of this. 

“What kind of question is that?  What are you accusing me of?” 

“Of watching me bathe!  It wouldn’t be the first time you did, now would it?” 

Inuyasha blushed.  “Yes, I watched.” 

Kagome nodded.  “And was my hair wet?” 

“Yes...”  Things were beginning to click in Inuyasha’s mind.  He sat down a few feet away from her.

“And when I returned, what, a half-hour after I left, was my hair still wet?” 

“No, it was completely dry...  So, you didn’t say that.  But then how did I...?” 

“Naraku...  He must be...”

“Well, at least he’s not having you kill me this time...” 

Kagome smiled a bit shook her head.  “I guess it wasn’t really you and Miroku talking either...  Wait, what did you think I heard?” 

Inuyasha blushed again and turned away.  “Oh.  Nothing.” 

“Nothing?”  Kagome leaned over towards him, letting the blanket slip a little further down her body, exposing a good amount of cleavage.  The hanyou turned back just in time to be staring straight at her chest. 

“It’s nothing that bears repeating...  especially when you’re dressed like... not dressed.... Naked.” 

Suddenly, Kagome realized exactly what he and Miroku had been talking about.  Dirty little thoughts began to form in her head.  Seduction was not her strong point -- no virgin is truly good at it -- but if her desire for him would help, she’d be perfect. 

“If you tell me, I’ll do something for you.”  She leaned in close, giving him her best sexy look. 

Inuyasha swallowed.  “What’s that?” 

“I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” 

He was speechless.  Words simply wouldn’t come to him.  He sputtered for nearly a minute before he finally managed a full sentence.  “Kagome, you don’t know what you’re saying....” 

“Don’t I?”  She slid dangerously close to him.  Inuyasha scooted away quickly. 

“Dammit, bitch, you’re making it hard to maintain control.” 

Kagome grinned and lay down on her side, chastely covering herself.  “So tell me, and then you won’t have to.” 

“But some of the things that were said... might upset you....”  He couldn’t meet her eyes, but he could feel them boring into his forehead.  It was her look of death.  With he a sigh, he started to tell her what had gone on earlier: “Miroku and I were talking about women -- you and Sango -- talking about what we’d... do... if we ever got a chance.  He started out, he randomly walked up and said that if he knew Sango was willing, he’d just pin her to a wall.” 

Kagome’s brown eyes grew wide and she blushed a little at the thought of two of her best friends making love in that way.  It was especially difficult for the young miko to maintain her poise, as she knew that Sango was willing.  If only Miroku would admit that he loved her. 

“Go on.” 

“I told him he was perverted, but he came back with ‘I bet you have more than a few things you’d like to do to Kagome’.  I...”  Inuyasha swallowed.  “I didn’t even know he knew that I wanted you.” 

A smile formed across Kagome’s lips.  “He caught you watching me one night.” 

Feigning ignorance had never been one of Inuyasha’s better skills, but he tried anyway.  “Watching you?” 

“Don’t even pretend.  Watching me pleasure myself.”  Kagome shrugged, and her smile assured Inuyasha that he was in no trouble, though he didn’t understand why. 

“You knew?” 

“Of course I knew.  Did you really think I’d make that much noise and risk waking the others just for myself?” 

“You were faking?”  Inuyasha had never been with anyone, but he had to agree with Miroku that a lover who exaggerated just to make her partner feel better was worse than no lover at all. 

A strange combination of a snort and a sigh emerged from Kagome’s lips.  “I didn’t hold back, because I knew it would excite you.  Go on.” 

Inuyasha looked at her in such a way that she knew he’d rather show her the things he and the monk had talked about.  “But...” 

“Go on.”  For emphasis, she tucked the blanket more tightly against her body. 

He sighed.  “Well, you know me, I denied everything at first, but he pried it out of me.  Said men always talk about things like that...” 

“They do in my time at least.” 

Inuyasha nodded absently.  “So I was telling him a couple of my     fantasies.” 

“So... how would that upset me?  Some girls would be annoyed that you’d talked about them in that way, but I don’t see as how I can be mad because you told him things that only went on in your head.” 

“The fantasies were... violent.” 

Slight alarm crossed Kagome’s face. “Violent?” 

Inuyasha cursed himself for choosing the wrong word.  “Not violent, really, just...” 

“Kinky?” 

“Wh at does that mean?” 

“Um... rough, maybe...  No, um, out of the ordinary, normal type of sex.  Like tying someone up when they like it might be considered just slightly kinky, but not... depraved.  Or pretending to be other people, or dripping candle wax...  I mean, that’s the mild stuff, some people are into some weird shit.” 

“Kinky, then.”  The hanyou closed his eyes and waited for Kagome to say that she was, indeed, disgusted.  Her reprimand never came, and when he opened his eyes, she was sitting very near and staring back at him with the most intense look he’d ever seen. 

“Tell me.” 

Fear overtook Inuyasha’s heart.  “I can’t.  You’d hate me.” 

“Inuyasha...”  Kagome let her hand come up to touch his face, and she spoke quietly.  “I’ve offered you my body.  Shouldn’t I know what you’d like, so I can know how to please you?” 

Inuyasha tried not to smell.  The hand she was touching him with had so recently been used to pleasure herself.  The scent on her fingers was intoxicating.  He swallowed almost audibly and forced himself to speak.  “But if it wouldn’t please you, I wouldn’t want you to do it.” 

A stray piece of hair fell into Inuyasha’s eyes, and Kagome gently brushed it away.  “I can’t promise I’d enjoy what you want if you don’t tell me, but...  I imagine I’d be too caught up in the fact that it’s you.  Do I enjoy it in your fantasies?” 

Inuyasha exhaled and remembered all the times he’d heard her moan, and the way he’d applied that knowledge to his daydreams.  “Yes.” 

“Then I want you to tell me.”  Her voice was merely a breathy whisper.  She let her hand slip down to his shoulder.  “You know me probably better than anyone else, I think you know in the back of your mind whether or not I’d really like it.”

“I....  Well, um, a couple of the ones that I told Miroku are kind of connected, but I didn’t fill in the details for him.”  Kagome nodded.  “You and I get into an argument out in the forest and...  Well, I’ve always thought you were so... sexy when you’re angry, and I just kiss you.  Hard.”  He cleared his throat.  “And you just sort of fight me with it.  I mean,  you’re kissing back, but it’s like we’re continuing the fight in another way.” 

Talking about kissing her was making Inuyasha want to pin her to the floor and do just that.  He was already very aroused, and he noticed that, by her scent, Kagome was almost as fevered. 

“And you keep battling me that way, and it gets to be more and more, and... well, you wind up naked, pinned to a tree, with your hands tied to a branch above your head.  And I’m licking you... there.”  Both of them blushed furiously at that.  “And you’re moaning, and I know you want me to... come inside you.” 

“Do you?”  Kagome’s voice nearly gave out on her, and her breathing was very ragged. 

“Not yet.  I...  want to hear you beg...  And,” he took a moment to breathe and gently closed his eyes.  “Eventually, you do.  And it’s... hard, furious, angry sex.  Your hands come loose and you’re leaving scratch marks on my back.  I’m holding you up against the tree, my claws are digging into your skin a little, and you just love it.  You say such dirty things...  And...  and when we finish, you say that we’ll continue the argument in exactly three hours, and if I’m not on time, you’ll punish me.” 

“Are you on time?” 

“No.” 

“How do I punish you?”  Kagome could barely hold herself back from tackling him now. 

“You tie me up and make me pleasure you... for hours.” 

The woman suddenly let out a low growl of a moan and pounced on him, forcing him to lay on the floor.  Their lips met and instantly parted.  Tongues intertwined, they dueled with each other for control.  Inuyasha’s hands desperately pulled the blanket from between their bodies, leaving Kagome naked in his arms.  He grasped her buttocks, squeezing and feeling her flesh beneath his hands. 

Kagome frantically worked the ties of his clothing loose and shoved the material away from his chest.  She pinched his flat nipples, eliciting a moan from the hanyou.  He sat up, breaking the kiss, and pulled her into his lap.  Her crotch sat right against his swollen manhood, and she gently rubbed her body over the bulge.

Inuyasha gasped and looked down at the exquisite woman in his arms.  She had managed to rid him of the top of his outfit and was beginning to work on the bottoms.  “I thought you were innocent...” he whispered, suddenly unsure of the statement and hating himself for it.

Kagome looked up at him, her eyes boring straight to his soul.  “I’ve been waiting for this moment for near five years, Inuyasha.”  Her fingers continued pulling roughly at the ties.  “I’ve dreamed of it, longed for, watched it slip through my fingers more than once.  Every time you watched or listened at my window, I hoped for you to step through and take me.  The only reason I never asked, was I thought it was just the sight of a woman masturbating that turned you on, not the sight of me.”  The ties came loose and she unceremoniously shoved the garment down to his ankles.  “I’ve had a lot of time to prepare for this.  If I seem less than pure, it’s because my desire has given me experience.”

She kissed along his collarbone, inhaling deeply, and let her small hand slip down to encircle his erection.  Inuyasha’s eyes flew open and he gasped at the sensation of her skin on his.

“You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, Inuyasha.  You’re the only man I’ll ever have.”  At that, she kissed him fiercely on the lips and positioned herself against him so that she merely had to thrust her hips.  She was about to do just that when Inuyasha pulled his lips from hers.

“No!  Wait!”  He was gasping for breath, nearly trembling with restraint.

Kagome was more than a little confused.  “What did I do?”

“We can’t like this, Kagome.  Just because my fantasy was rough and fast, doesn’t mean...  Your first... Our first time, it shouldn’t be hurried.”

Her eyes flared a little.  “You mean to tell me, after five fucking years, you want me to wait longer?”

Inuyasha grinned and nibbled at her earlobe, wiping all anger from her thoughts.  “Not too much longer.  You deserve more than a quick roll.  And you certainly deserve enough tenderness that you’re not hurt.”

“I won’t be hurt,” she said quietly.

It was Inuyasha’s turn to be confused.  “You said....”

“I did, and I was honest.  But... well, there are other ways for that barrier to be broken.  We know in my time that lots of physical activity, like gymnastics, or riding a bike, or, say, fighting demons, can cause girls to lose that.”  Inuyasha stared down into her eyes, which she quickly averted.  “You don’t believe me, do you?”

He lifted her chin to face him.  “Kagome.  I believe you.  You’ve no reason to lie.  And no way to deceive me, really...  The scent would have given you away.”  He kissed her gently on the lips and pulled her close. 

“Please, Inuyasha, don’t make me wait any longer.”

He smiled against her hair.  “I am going to make you wait, Kagome.  You deserve my best.”  He sucked at the hollow of her neck.  “You deserve to be worshipped.”  He drug his lips up to her earlobe and nibbled at her tender flesh.  “You deserve to be loved.”

Kagome’s eyes flew open at those words.  “To be loved...?”

Inuyasha hadn’t realized what he was saying.  He pushed back on her shoulders and looked down at her.  In her deep brown eyes, he saw what she must have seen in his.  Not the raw desire from moments ago, but pure adoration.  “To be loved.  I... love you, Kagome.  With all my heart.”

A smile crept across her lips.  “I love you, too...  I never dared to hope that you felt the same.”

“I do.  You... are my mate.”

Kagome closed her eyes and let the magnitude of that statement sink in.  He’d told her once before that his kind mated for life.  Her eyes fluttered open and she grinned up at him.  “Prove it.”

“Lay down on the sleeping bag, Kagome.  I’ll never let you forget it after tonight.”

She wordlessly obeyed and lay on her back, her hands at her sides and her legs slightly parted.  The hanyou lay between her thighs and brought his head down to kiss her.  He gently probed her mouth with his tongue, tasting her sweetness.  Slowly, he pulled his lips from hers, then drug his mouth down her neck, stopping to nibble and suck at the tender skin there.  The trail continued down to her pale breasts.  One of her nipples was quickly captured between Inuyasha’s lips.  He cupped the other breast and was pleased to discover that it was just the perfect size for his hand. 

Kagome was in heaven.  He was doing such amazing things to her.  Maybe waiting to get him inside her wasn’t so bad after all. 

He began to nibble just a little at the hardened pink tip of her breast, eliciting a moan from the young woman.  Her hands came up to pull at his long hair, and her head fell back against the pillow.  A few long moments passed before he decided to switch his attention to her other breast.  He let his fingers pinch the nipple he’d just abandoned, and the rough pressure brought out an almost feral growl from Kagome.  She started actively trying to raise his head, but he ignored her and kissed a line down to the top of her pubic hair, leaving her skin tingling.  He parted her thighs and took a deep breath, taking in her overwhelming scent.  From the smell, he could tell that she was, indeed, a virgin, and that she wasn’t currently fertile.  That was the last bit of information he needed, and without warning, his lips descended upon her womanhood. 

Kagome couldn’t help but scream at the new and wonderful sensation.  He flicked his tongue over the little bud again and again, bringing her to the very brink of insanity.  It was sweet, sweet torture, unlike anything Kagome had ever felt.  It crossed her mind that perhaps he wanted her to beg him, as she had in his fantasy, but she defiantly refused to allow him that satisfaction.  She didn’t even want it to stop, not until she’d reached that peak.

Inuyasha continued licking at her most sensitive spot until she was arching her back and tears came to her eyes.  He knew she was close, knew she needed to feel it, but for a moment considered denying her that a little longer.  His opportunity passed him by as her body crashed into orgasm, causing her to moan much more loudly than she’d thought she would.  It felt more amazing than anything she could have ever done to herself, more intense than anything she’d ever dreamed of. 

After her heartbeat slowed, she looked down at her lover, who was licking his lips and staring back at her with an evil grin.

“So this is when the demon in you comes out, huh?” she said, still nearly breathless.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, woman.”  He crawled up to kiss her on the cheek, and was genuinely surprised when she kissed him full on the lips instead.  Breaking the embrace, she licked her lips, not minding the taste of herself.  Inuyasha was utterly beside himself.

“I know you’ve seen me lick my fingers when you watch me, Inuyasha, why do you look so shocked?” she asked in a mock-innocent voice.

“Because I didn’t think anything could be so sexy,” he breathed, staring straight into her deep, hypnotizing eyes. 

Kagome grinned.  “I didn’t think anything would feel so good.  Do I even want to know where you learned to do that?”  She hoped against hope that the answer wouldn’t include Kikyou.

Inuyasha blushed a little.  “Miroku and I have talked about a lot of things while you girls and Shippou slept.”  He noticed the relief on her face.  “Kikyou and I never got anywhere close to this far, mate.”

“So you never...?”

“Never.  I’m glad it’s with you.”  He leaned down to kiss her again, and shifted his body so he was at her entrance.  “Are you ready?”

“I didn’t want to wait in the first place.”

At that, he slowly pushed inside her, reveling in the feel of her body.  It felt like wet velvet and silk, and then again, no words could describe it.   True to her word, Kagome had no barrier to pierce, no resistance to offer.  She was holding her breath, though, and that concerned him. 

“You okay?” he asked when he was in to the hilt.

Kagome finally exhaled and met his eyes.  “Yes,” she breathed.  “You’re just... big.  I’m glad you made me go slow.”

He kissed her forehead and smiled.  “I’ll be very careful.”  He began to move within her, rocking his hips up and down and watching her face intently.  She looked so sexy in the moonlight, her mouth half open and her eyes half closed.  Little moans and sighs were escaping from between her lips, sounds more sexy now than anything he had heard when she was pleasuring herself.  Her hips met his with each thrust, finding each other in a perfect rhythm. 

He allowed himself to begin moving a little more quickly, desperate to bring her only pleasure, but needing more himself.  Her eyes flew open, and she moaned a little louder in approval.  It didn’t take her long to match his new rhythm, and she arched her back in pleasure.  On impulse, she reached up to gently scratch his ears.  Inuyasha couldn’t help but moan, a sound not unlike a growl. 

Kagome smiled a little, and whispered “Don’t hold back.”

Inuyasha moaned again at her words and began to thrust into her as quickly and as deeply as he could.  He only thought he might be hurting her for a moment, before he felt her fingernails digging into his shoulders and heard her deep moans.  Again she matched his pace.  Each thrust seemed deeper than the last, and each further cemented that she was his, once and forever. 

Kagome felt her orgasm building within her, approaching like a bullet train.  She was feeling more pleasure than she ever had before, more than her fingers could give, more than Inuyasha’s tongue had given.  Never had she dreamed that anything would feel so good.  He was reaching a place so deep within her, she was no longer sure where she ended and he began. 

Suddenly, her climax crashed over her in waves, and her nails scratched deep wounds into his skin as she moaned his name.  The walls of her womanhood tightened around him, and Inuyasha struggled to maintain control, moaning through clenched teeth.  He slowed his pace considerably, waiting for her to come down before he resumed.  His demon blood gave him extra stamina, but the contractions of her muscles and the scratches across his back threatened to finish him long before he wanted. 

Again he watched her face, waiting for her eyes to open.  When they finally did, he whispered, “More?”

“Never stop,” she breathed in reply. 

He leaned in to kiss her, and the innocent peck he had intended to give her quickly burned with passion.  Her hands drifted from his back down to his toned buttocks, squeezing gently.  She giggled inwardly at the thought of Miroku’s response if he ever found out she had done that.  He began to thrust slowly again, and dipped his head down to take one hardened nipple between his lips. 

Kagome moaned again, and her head fell back against the pillows.  “Harder, Inuyasha,” she breathed, barely conscious of anything but the two of them.     

Inuyasha was happy to oblige, and happy to learn that his woman liked it this way.  Over and over, he pushed in and out of her body, loving every tightening of her muscles and every whimper that escaped her lips.  Her hands again came up to tug at his ears, only making him drive faster into her.   He switched back and forth between each nipple, gently biting at her flesh.  They quickly reached a fever pitch, and soon Inuyasha knew he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

“Kagome... I can’t hold back anymore...”

She started to respond, but her orgasm stopped her short.  On impulse, she bit down hard on his shoulder, drawing blood in her haze.  The bite and the rapid clenching of her muscles sent Inuyasha tumbling over the edge.  He barely realized Kagome was licking his wound clean.

Several minutes passed before they were capable of rational speech.  Kagome spoke first.

“Damn...”

“Damn, indeed,” he mumbled against her chest before leaning up to face her.  “Did I hurt you at all?”

Kagome had to laugh.  “If that’s pain, then I’ve been confused all these years.”  She gingerly touched the spot on his shoulder with one hand and the scratches on his back with the other.  “I think you’re responsible for these, though.” 

“Oh?”

“If you hadn’t made me feel so good, I wouldn’t have lost control.” Inuyasha smiled, the very picture of contentment.  “Roll over, lemme see.”

He did as he was told, and Kagome licked the still bleeding wounds clean as well.  “You know,” he said as he rolled back over to face her, “not many women would be so willing to taste a hanyou’s blood.”

“And not all girls fall through a well to Feudal Japan.”  She snuggled in to his chest and kissed his collarbone.  “Je t’adore.”

“Huh?” he said, pushing back on her shoulder to look at her.

“It’s French, a language spoken across the ocean.  Means I love you.”

“Oh.  I love you, too, mate.”

“Mate...”  Kagome sighed.  “How am I ever going to explain this to my mother?  I wonder if we’ll give her little demon-blooded grandchildren that Gramps can try to exorcise...”

“Not this time, we won’t...”

“Meh?”  Kagome knew full well that she wouldn’t get pregnant, but how did Inuyasha?

“I can tell by your smell.”

“Ah.  And here I thought you were a mind reader.”  Inuyasha looked confused.  “There’s a drug in my time, birth control pills.  It prevents pregnancy.  I’ve been taking them for a couple years now.”

“But why?  You’ve been a virgin up until now.”  Inuyasha propped himself up on one elbow to look at his mate, who was grinning sheepishly.

“I always knew this would happen.  Call it a miko’s gift.  And I don’t want us to have a child until Naraku is defeated...”  She suddenly remembered what Naraku’s defeat meant for Inuyasha.  “I guess that means we’ll never have kids, doesn’t it?”

“What the Hell do you mean?”

“You promised Kikyou you’d go back to the Underworld with her after Naraku was finished.” 

Inuyasha looked away.  “I guess I did, didn’t I?  She released me from that promise four years ago, Kagome.  I’m sorry I never told you...”  He sighed and turned back to his mate.  “I’d rather not think about her.  I’d rather think about you...  about the way you just looked... sounded... smelled...” 

“Aren’t you going to go through felt and tasted as well?”  Kagome giggled and slapped him playfully on the arm.

“I may just take you again,” he said before leaning in to kiss her.

“Mmm...  tempting, but...”

“But...?”

“But isn’t there more to becoming your mate?  Some kind of ceremony or something?”

“Nope.  Just that.  Why?”

Kagome shrugged.  “Well, humans are fond of wedding ceremonies, as you know, and I’ve been hearing from Myouga about intricate youkai mating rituals.”

“Feh.  Well, I’m no youkai.  Where’s your mirror?”

“Backpack.” 

Inuyasha fetched the thing, and brought it back to her.  “Look.” 

Kagome took the mirror from him.  “What exactly am I looking -- oh!”  When she saw herself in the mirror, she realized that there was a strange symbol on her neck.  “It’s your mark?”

He nodded.  “From when I kissed you there.  It’s proof of our mating, so maybe Kouga will leave you the fuck alone now.”

The miko giggled.  “Kouga never had a chance, you know.”

“I do now!  You were a little bitch about that.”

“I should have left you in those prayer beads.”  She yawned deeply, covering her mouth with her hand.  “I need sleep, mate.”  The word still sounded strange on her tongue, but she liked it nonetheless.

“Goodnight, Kagome.  I hope you sleep well.”

She curled up in his arms as he pulled the blanket over them, and closed her eyes.  “If you’re here with me, I know I will.  Goodnight, Inuyasha.”


----------Chapter End----------


Third Note:  sheba949 was kind enough to point out that I mistranslated "je t'adore".  Just to avoid any confusion for those of you who can speak French (or at least know that this is incorrect), please understand that it involves a somewhat convoluted in-joke.  (It's better not to ask.  Really.  You don't want to know.)

Thanks to all of you who commented on my little story.  Although, I don't really believe you, and I think it's crap.  Mostly grammatically correct crap, but crap nonetheless.

And for those of you who've been keeping track, I may actually finish a [gasp] new chapter [gasp] in the next few hours/days.  But don't hold your breath.