Note: I must emphasize that the goal here was to get the stories done, not to make them good. You're gonna notice since it's very obvious these are lacking in quality because they were very rushed and not edited. I thought it would be good for me to write no matter what it was or how it turned out just to keep myself writing. I've got a lot going on right now but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing, at least not until everything that is unfinished becomes finished.
Anyway, as you may have noticed, my name has changed. I've been thinking of doing it for years but I know name recognition is a thing and didn't want to make things confusing but I finally had to. People I know irl were finding my stuff and it was becoming awkward. My family found stuff, you guys. FAMILY. OH GOD. Thankfully it was someone who already knew and has no interest in reading, so yeah. I wanted to be called Monday's Child, but some asshat who wrote like 1 freaking story over 10 years ago already had that, so here we are.
~The author formerly known as Chelsea Tygers (RIP in peace)
Kagome stumbles upon her destiny…
I: Through the Ages
Kagome sat at the bus stop, her feet swinging back and forth, dirty and worn sneakers scuffing the sidewalk to a beat that could be heard only inside her head. Her shift at her second waitressing job was over and now it was time to go home and relax. By "relax", she meant hours of homework and studying. Then she had to put her little brother to bed, help her mother clean the house, sleep for six hours, wake up, go to work, go to school, go to work, and repeat. It was exhausting, but she had to do it in order to stay in school and get a good career and be the woman her mother had never had the chance to be.
"If you're gonna move your legs that much, might as well just walk."
The girl jumped and turned to look at the man who had spoken. Where before there had been no one was a dark-haired guy with the most unusual dark gray eyes she'd ever seen. Straddling the bench, he faced her, hands in his pockets of his leather jacket, attention fixed on her. Though he seemed to be staring at her, she couldn't shake the rather unnerving feeling that he was actually staring in her. The goosebumps she felt pop up on her skin made her wish she had worn a sweater. Kagome's cheeks turned pink and she suddenly felt a rush of self-consciousness. It wasn't often she was spoken to and scrutinized by such a handsome stranger.
Spoken to.
Crap, he had said something! Now too much time had passed for her to respond without looking weird or like an idiot. But hadn't she already managed that by silently gaping at him like a sexually frustrated virgin fish girl?
"T-the bus is late…" It was all she could think of. Great, Kagome. You ruin things by not taking action and then ruin them even harder by taking action.
Instead of giving her an odd look before turning away, he smirked, a warm glint in his eye preventing her from feeling further embarrassed.
"You a student?" He inclined his head at her backpack.
"Oh! Uh, yeah." She hadn't really expected him to actually make conversation. "Are you?"
"Nah, I was done with school a while ago. What're you studying?"
"Chemistry," she said with the biggest, realest smile she could muster.
"You don't like it much."
How did he know? "Well, not really." She decided to confide in him. "My mom always wanted to be a chemist, but then she had me, so… But it's really hard for me."
He scooted closer to her, so they were hardly separated at all. "What do you want?"
His simple question took her breath away. How was it that she had never even thought about it? Never allowed herself to think about it?
"I… I'm not sure." Kagome winced, fearing she sounded stupid.
"You're still young," he said reassuringly. It was an odd thing coming from a man who looked no older than her. "Damn, that bus sure is taking its sweet time."
"Yeah." Kagome gnawed on her lip absentmindedly. Sōta would be coming home from his after-school group soon, and she needed to be at home to watch him until their mother came back from her cashier job at the pharmacy in less than an hour. If the bus didn't hurry up, he'd be home alone and tell their mom, who would yell at her, and everything would suck and ruin the rest of the week…
"You need a ride? I can drive you."
"You have a car?" she said in surprise. Was he just attempting to go green by being at the bus stop or what?
He smiled, dark gray eyes twinkling at her and making her cheeks flush again.
"Truth is, I only came over here because I thought you were pretty. Would've ridden the bus just to keep talking to you. My car's in the parking lot across the street. I can give you a ride, but if you're uncomfortable with that, I can call you an Uber. Pay for it an' everything. Might take a while to get here, though."
Worrying her lip again, she considered it. While it was weird he claimed he would have actually ridden the bus when he had a perfectly working car just to talk to someone like her, she did need a ride. And she liked him. More than liked him, Kagome trusted him. Something about his eyes made her feel like they weren't strangers. That look he gave her, that no one else had ever given her, made her want to pursue this connection to wherever it would take her. Plus, he was hot. Hot guys didn't murder unsuspecting women. Only gross, greasy-haired creeps did.
But if her mother found out she had accepted a ride from a male stranger and led him to their home, she'd be even angrier than she would if she were late.
A clap of thunder sounded overhead and the previously clear sky quickly filled with clouds. Rain poured down on the earth, pounding into the pavement with a fury. Kagome gave a little screech and covered her head with her backpack.
"Okay!" she said loudly, hoping he hadn't changed his mind.
Together, they ran across the street to his car. Impressively enough, it was a new model of a luxury vehicle she didn't think people their age could afford. Maybe he had rich parents? But he didn't seem like the type. Lamenting the noise she made when her wet skin slid across the leather seat, she examined herself. Completely drenched. Oh gods, she must look like a drowned rat. Meanwhile, he looked like he had just stepped foot off a particularly steamy photoshoot. Buckling her seatbelt, she morosely fingered her hair, which would soon be waving and poofing all over the place after all the time she'd spent straightening it just that morning.
"So you're the girly type now," he chuckled.
"Hm?"
Smiling at her, he turned on the heater. "You can give me directions or type your address into the app." He placed his phone on her bare thigh, and of course it was the latest model.
It touched her that he was so considerate of the fear she might be harboring and that he didn't take offense. He was chivalrous, a modern-day knight. Deciding to prove that she really did trust him, she put the shrine's address in.
Shivering despite the blast of heat, she wrapped her arms around herself, looking out the window as they drove.
"It's really pouring! There was nothing in the forecast today about a storm. How strange."
"Bad day to wear white," he teased.
Kagome could almost hear her face turning deep red. "Is anything showing!?" she squeaked, looking down at herself.
The thin stretchy cotton of her white shirt had turned nearly transparent. Coupled with her white mesh lace bra, she was practically naked. At least her black pleated skirt provided her some modesty, even if it was a bit short. Why hadn't she brought a sweater!? She always brought a sweater!
"Nothin' I haven't seen before."
The cliché comment upset her on some level. Thinking of him with other women who were doubtlessly more beautiful than she could ever be and rich and smart and social and carefree made her angry. For once in her life, she was living spontaneously, and her partner was something straight out of a novel. To be reminded that he was real and had a life outside of this car ride was offensive and depressing.
"You should try hiking," he said, shattering the cocoon she had been attempting to build around herself.
"Huh?" Gods, why did she even bother to open her mouth.
"You don't like where you are and you don't know where you wanna be. So try hiking. You see some beautiful things and get some exercise away from all the noise and annoying people in your life. I love it."
He made everything sound so simple. Kagome sighed. If only she could. "I don't have time for stuff like that. There's school and work and chores—"
"You can make time. Drop a class or take less hours or somethin'."
Was he so rich he didn't know how the real world worked? "I'll think about it. I'd like to."
They arrived at the shrine. It seemed rude to just send him on his way.
Tentatively, she tried to meet his eyes, looking at him from beneath her lashes. She'd never had a boy in her house before, but felt like she must repay him somehow.
"W-would you like to come in? The storm's really bad and it would be hard for you to drive." Now that she paid attention to her surroundings, the storm was pretty darn bad. It was almost scary. Her mother and Sōta would certainly be delayed.
He squinted at the sheets of rain hammering his car. "Yeah, even I would have a hard time in this mess. Got any coffee?"
She shook her head. "I've got hot cocoa and tea, if you'd like."
A bright flash of lightning made her jump and she emitted another sharp tiny scream.
"That one sounded like it was right on top of us."
In a second, he was opening her door and helping her out of the car, a true gentleman. Together, they quickly ascended the many stairs, taking shelter on the porch until she finally fished her keys out from the deep confines of her backpack. Even though she had been the one to unlock the door, he held it open for her, closing it behind the both of them and muting the rainfall until it was just a dull hum. Slipping off her shoes, Kagome switched on the lights only to be met with continued darkness.
"The power's out!"
Always helpful, he switched on his phone's flashlight, giving them just enough light to see by.
"Thanks," she whispered, unsure of why she had lowered her voice. Clearing her throat, she continued, "I can still make you some cocoa or tea, if you want. It's a gas stove and the matches are in the drawer. I just have to heat the water in the kettle and we'll be in business."
"I'll have whatever you're having."
The way he said it gave her goosebumps. "Cocoa it is! Do you want marshmallows?" Trying to sound unaffected, she ended up sounding like a cartoon child. Hopefully it was still dark enough that he didn't see her cringe in reaction.
After denying the marshmallows, he made himself at home sitting at the kitchen table while she tried to distract herself from his presence by making the drinks. It suddenly hit her that she was doing something that not only had a great possibility of being very dangerous but was also very out of character. A strange man in her family shrine? What was she thinking? But it was undeniable the feeling of security she got when she sat down next to him and sipped her drink, watching him covertly from beneath her lashes.
To her dismay, they had lapsed into complete silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence or awkward at all, but she craved to know more about him. Who he was, where he was from, what he did. Kagome needed to have a connection to him, something more than just a good Samaritan car ride. After the cocoa, she would run out of reasons to keep him with her, and he would go back to his lovers and money and fun, good deed over and done with, leaving her all alone again leading a life lived for everyone but herself. He would forget her.
She could handle anything but that.
Setting down her empty mug, she asked, "What's your name?"
"Inuyasha." He licked a drop of cocoa from the corner of his mouth and she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Inuyasha." She savored the way his name made her lips and tongue move. "Inuyasha, I'm Kagome. Inuyasha, I want you to come upstairs with me."
He grabbed her hand and let her lead the way to her bedroom. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid she'd faint before anything was accomplished. When she looked at her bed, she felt like dying in embarrassment. A pink quilt, stuffed animals. And how had she possibly forgotten how small it was!?
"Would you believe me if I told you I've never wanted anyone the way I want you?"
His words went straight to the place between her thighs and she audibly gasped.
"I-I've never done this—"
Inuyasha's hands, rough and big, cradled her face, thumbs caressing her jaw. For the first time in her life, she was literally trembling in anticipation. When his lips met hers, there weren't fireworks like her friends said there would be. There was just warmth. Everything in her was melting, like the marshmallows in her hot chocolate. They were becoming one just like that. She sighed into her first grown-up kiss. A man was kissing her in her bedroom and she was enjoying it. He tasted like cocoa and masculinity. How was this not a dream? His teeth nibbled on her lower lip and he pulled away.
"Get on the bed. I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life."
Never one to use profanity and preferring people not to use it in front of her, Kagome was shocked by how aroused she became when he said that word. Her body obeyed him before she even realized what she was doing and she laid down on her bed, breathing quickly even though they'd barely kissed.
Inuyasha treated her to a strip show. There were no sexy moves, no teasing glances, just pure intense heat, his eyes boring into hers, demanding she accept all of him and enjoy it. And could she do anything but? His upper body was pure sin, rippling muscles and golden skin that made her feel as dull and pale as the waning moon. But when he unbuttoned his jeans to reveal he hadn't been wearing any underwear, she just about passed out. His penis could have been used as a model for the giant unreal dildos she'd seen in that sex shop she entered once on a dare. Did men like this actually exist or was he some desperate fever dream she'd conjured for herself?
Slowly, he lowered himself over her, one knee in between her thighs and the other in between her and the wall. Taking her by the chin, he forced her to stop her perusal of his body and meet his eyes. His lips caught hers again and she felt almost hypnotized, or maybe under some kind of magic spell. Kagome almost giggled; didn't kisses wake girls from spells, not put them under? Everything about him was intoxicating.
Peeling her top off her body, he threw it across the room somewhere and started sucking at her nipple straight away, not even bothering to remove her bra first. Kagome's back arched into him automatically while her swollen lips parted, releasing a small cry of surprise and arousal. His hand traveled up her side and cupped her face, thumb running over her lower lip. Flicking her tongue at it, she sucked the tip of his thumb into her mouth and tried to give him a hint of what her mouth wanted to do to him in other places.
A soft curse escaped his lips and he was kissing her again, sucking her breath away, but it was all okay, she didn't need to breathe ever again, not as long as the knowledge existed that he wanted her. Abruptly, he separated from her, leaving her gasping not for air but for more of him. In one rough motion, he parted her thighs, settling between them and looking at her pussy in anticipation like he was the audience awaiting actors to step onto the theater stage. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he probed her, the tips of his fingers caressing her most sensitive, secret flesh. They both moaned at the contact.
"Virgin," he said hoarsely. "I haven't ever been the first one to have you." The hot kiss he planted on her clit prevented her from trying to understand what that meant. "You're the boldest you've ever been and the most innocent at the same time."
The wonder and near-worship in his voice was all she heard. "I want you to be the first one to have me, Inuyasha," she whispered, unable to make her voice any louder. "Show me. Teach me. Make it so I belong to you."
"I'm gonna have to hold back." His eyes shone in the dim light of the room, making contact with hers even as he stroked her pussy lips up and down, spreading her juice and playing with her. "You're too perfect. Don't wanna hurt you… Never ever wanted to hurt you…" His fingers stopped. "But sometimes I can't control myself."
Kagome's screams filled the room when Inuyasha's tongue plunged inside her without warning, scooping out her wetness and lathering her clit and inner lips with it. The realization that the puddle which was quickly forming between them wasn't just her excitement but his saliva as well had her pelvis rocking uncontrollably. Her partner, unperturbed by her frantic gyrating, merely held her legs further apart and put one hand just above her mons, caressing the silky, sensitive skin as he held her down, enhancing the feelings he coaxed from inside her. When a finger trailed down and circled her other opening, she jumped in surprise. She wanted to say no, to tell him not there, but his mouth never stopped its sweet torture and she could only touch her breasts and moan for more. With just that tiniest of touches, her thighs were trembling, and she recognized the beginnings of her orgasm and knew it was going to be so big and fantastic she would never be able to top it with her own fingers or any kind of toy. Like she'd wanted, he was making it so that she belonged to him.
And then he stopped.
"W-why?" she whined. If Kagome had been in her right mind, she would have hated how she sounded.
Inuyasha gave her clit one last kiss before turning his burning gaze on her. "You're only going to come on my cock from now on."
Sweating, panting, she grabbed for his erect member, desperate to have it inside her. He hissed when she touched him and trapped her hand on him by putting his over hers, the both of them guiding him to her entrance. Even though it burned as she stretched around his thick length, Kagome welcomed it, welcomed him. It didn't hurt. Not really. Not when she knew this was where she was supposed to be and where he was supposed to be. After what felt like ages, he was fully inside her, and she could do nothing but wrap her legs and arms around him and kiss him.
"Please," she whispered. "Do it now, Inuyasha. Show me what a real storm is like."
Her words seem to trigger something in him. His eyes changed and became fierce, almost angry. Kagome was appalled at herself when her body reacted enthusiastically. Gods, she had never been so turned on as when his lips turned down in a snarl as he drew out of her almost all the way and then slammed right back inside, surely bruising her. She was holding him so tightly inside herself that she could feel ever curve of every vein burning itself into her, branding her forevermore.
Faster and faster he fucked her, and she could only hold on, but soon she couldn't even do that. Her hands lost themselves in her hair and sheets and her back arched in a perfect crescent. Darkened gaze on her wildly bouncing breasts, Inuyasha treated himself to their taste once more, sucking her already diamond hard nipples until they hurt with the pleasure before he bit them just shy of savagely, making her sob out his name, tears trailing down her temples and into her hair as she begged for him to finish it and make it go on forever.
The brutal look on his face when he grabbed her behind her knees and forced her legs to her sweat and saliva-dampened chest almost shocked her. To see such handsome features twisted into something demonic would have made anyone else yell in fright at the very least, but Kagome only pushed back against his hammering thrusts as best as she could, meeting him every time. Inuyasha was so deep inside her, the position holding her wide open, and every time he pulled out from her she could see her maiden blood glistening on his engorged cock.
"You wanted a storm?" he growled, sweat dripping down his chiseled torso, racing to further lubricate their union. "Give me the thunder and I'll fucking flood you, fill your used pussy up until it flows back out. Come now, Kagome."
At his command, her muscles contracted and light exploded everywhere in her mind. Electricity was shooting every which way inside her body and she dimly heard herself screeching his name. Kagome was barely aware how she clawed at his back and bit at his shoulder. Just when she was calming down, he gave one last extra hard thrust inside her and she was coming again, coming with him, feeling his cum shoot inside her womb with jet after hot thick jet. She trembled and whimpered in his embrace, still tightly wrapped around him in every way, not wanting to ever let her knight go.
That was it.
It had happened.
She was no longer a virgin.
The tears started even though she had no intention of letting them fall. Sniffling loudly, she realized there was no longer the hum of rain in the background. The storm was over. This was over.
"I—I never—I haven't done this before," she tried to say instead of sob. "I don't even know you!"
"It's okay, Kagome." His voice was strong and reassuring, not at all put off by her sudden episode. Inuyasha showered her face with small, light kisses. It almost felt like he really liked her. Like he cared.
As pathetic as she knew it was, she couldn't stop herself from asking, "Will you stay with me?"
"Of course." The way he said it sounded like there wasn't any other option. "I'll be by your side forever."
Thanking him with a tremulous smile, she promptly fell asleep, surrounded by his protective warmth.
O\o/O
When she woke up, the sky was bright and cheery, no sign of there having ever been a storm. Yawning, she glanced at her clock. Twelve. Wait. There was no way the sun was up at midnight.
Horror engulfed Kagome when she realized she hadn't taken a nap, she had really slept all the night through until noon the next day. Blinking rapidly, she looked around the room to confirm what the sinking in her heart had already told her.
Inuyasha was gone.
Lower lip trembling uncontrollably, she sat in the pile of sheets that prominently bore the stains of her lost virginity. There was no noise in the house, meaning her family had gone about their day as usual, thinking she had already gone off to work. They'd probably let her sleep without bothering her yesterday, giving her a special treat. She probably didn't have a job at the diner anymore. To her shock, she realized that even if the strict manager would be willing to overlook her absence, she was never going back. She might even quit her other job and drop most of her classes.
And still, the only thing that bothered her was that Inuyasha wasn't there.
There wasn't even a note. Kagome looked everywhere, even in her closet, but there was no scribbled apology and phone number. Nothing. Were it not for the stains and ache between her legs, she would have thought she dreamt it all. Heat flushed her cheeks and humiliation for her actions filled her. What had she done? She'd never even flirted with a boy before, and yet she'd brought a stranger home and led him upstairs and gave him her virginity. They hadn't even used protection! Where had her mind gone? What kind of madness had possessed her that she forgot about STDs and pregnancy!?
Every minute of every day that week was filled with thoughts of Inuyasha. Kagome replayed their words over and over, desperately combing over them for something she'd said that could have driven him off. It didn't take her long to come to the conclusion that it was everything. He was a man, so he figured why not bone the awkward girl in lieu of accepting gas money. Even though she continued to demonize him, her heart was still broken. Inuyasha had made her feel so beautiful, so desired, and then he'd just left. Was it possible to fall in love after just one look?
The one positive of their encounter was that he'd changed her life and now she knew that she needed to really live it. Kagome had been so buried with guilt from ruining her mother's life by being born and stress in trying to fulfill her mother's dreams that it had driven her a little bit crazy. Her throwing herself at that man was just the wake-up call she needed.
After all, what kind of person in their right mind not only accepted a ride from a stranger but brought him into their home and gave them their most cherished possession that once lost could never be regained?
It was her own decision, she told herself vehemently, to join the hiking club. It had nothing to do with what he had said to her.
When she arrived at the meeting place (which took her six buses and three miles of walking to reach), she wasn't surprised to see that everyone already knew each other. They were all ridiculously fit and tanned and healthy to boot. Like him. Determined not to regret her choice, Kagome smiled brightly at the club president as she handed her a map.
"We have six beautiful trails to choose from," the president gushed. "There's Honey Falls Trail, which takes about two and a half hours to complete and ends with a beautiful waterfall. Then there's Hawk's View Trail, about four hours, and has the best view of the city below…" She went on and on and more members left, most in pairs, for trails they knew already or wanted to challenge themselves with.
Sighing, Kagome glanced down at the map and tried to pick a trail. The club president was already gabbing away to some friends and she knew she'd feel like a fifth wheel if she tried to go with them, so hiking alone was her only option. The last trail, hidden in writing fainter than the rest on the back page, caught her eye.
Traitor's Run. The oldest trees in the entire region are located here, along with animals that defy both logic and science that can be found only in this area. Travel at your own risk.
Before she could change her mind, she started for the path, surprised when it looked no different from the others. Kagome didn't know what she had expected. Thorn bushes, a sign that said "Turn Back" in dripping red lettering? Sighing, she was at least glad to be alone with her thoughts in a beautiful, different location for once. It was a nice change from home, where her mother had gone into full bitch mode, yelling at her constantly, even accusing her of being on drugs and trashing her room while searching for paraphernalia. Home had become hell, but she was glad she was no longer going to pursue something she obviously wasn't suited to, killing herself inside to make others happy.
"Kagome! Wait up!"
At first, she thought she imagined someone calling her name. After all, no one she knew would be doing anything like this. They would all be at the library studying or at work. The masculine voice made chills run up and down her spine and she didn't have to turn around to know who was running up to her.
Inuyasha stood there in the sunshine, glowing like a god, smiling at her without an ounce of sleazy arrogance she would have expected from a one night stand. Kagome was mute. The only thing she could do was stare at him, wondering if this was really real and really happening.
"You picked my favorite trail," he said, warm eyes holding hers. "I've been hiking this one for years."
She nodded, blushingly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I've been wanting to talk to you." His voice was earnest. "Your family came back right after you fell asleep and I slipped out the window. I don't have your number and I wanted to drop by and see you, but you were never alone. You don't even take the bus anymore."
Kagome nodded again. "I've made some changes to my schedule…"
All at once, the sky grew dark and rain began to fall, getting heavier every second.
"Fuck," he grumbled. Grabbing her wrist, he said, "Follow me!"
Like she had a choice when he was practically dragging her. Her new hiking boots were now covered in mud and they veered off the main path and onto a narrow side one. Branches surrounded her and the only reason why she wasn't one big open wound of a thousand tiny scratches was because Inuyasha made sure the way was clear for her, getting a few scratches himself. Even so, by the time they finally stopped in what she thought was a blind dash towards nowhere, her hair was a mess, she was thoroughly drenched, and there was something sharp in her shoe.
Flicking a bramble off her tank top, Kagome saw they were at a small wood cabin. Had Inuyasha known it was there?
Taking a key out of his pocket, he opened the door and ushered her inside. It was a one-room place, with only an ancient wood stove and a rickety-looking bed. Still, it was better than being outside in the downpour.
"This is where I come to be alone. No one else knows it's here." He busied himself by lighting a lantern, giving them a little light.
"Isn't this forest government-owned?"
"Only the parts people can see."
The comment registered as strange, but she was too nervous to do anything but think of something to say to him. For a whole week she had wanted to see him, had prayed that he would show up in her life again as randomly as he had appeared the first time, but now that he had she found she could do nothing but look at him. Kagome tugged absentmindedly on the end of her ponytail and sat down on the edge of his bed.
Inuyasha's eyes warmed her as he sat next to her. "You cold?"
She nodded.
"Me too. Ever since I had to leave you."
Again, she was the one to instigate everything, this time by kissing him. It was short and sweet, or at least she hoped it was, and she pulled back after half a second, unsure of where they stood. Inuyasha responded by cupping the back of her neck, the warmth of his hand on her cold skin making her shudder, and slamming his mouth onto hers. His tongue forced her lips open and then he was exploring her, drawing her tongue into his own mouth and sucking on it. Without even realizing he had pushed her, she found herself on her back and panting, swollen lips yearning for his.
"Do you know what you do?" he hissed. He almost looked angry, and with the damp black strands of long hair framing his face, she was reminded of Hades, powerful and terrible. But oh, so beautiful. Quickly, he began to undress. "What were you thinking going hiking in those shorts? They're like fucking denim panties. I could almost see the outline of your pussy lips." Quickly unbuttoning said shorts, he tugged them off her and her underwear along with them. "And your knee-highs, like a school girl. And your wet top clinging to you and showing me how hard your nipples got the moment you heard my voice."
"I touch myself every morning and night thinking about you and it's still not enough," Kagome admitted. Grabbing his hand, she brought it to her center. "Touch me again. I've been waiting for you forever."
Rubbing her clit, he covered her body with his own. Rather than kissing her, he kept his face mere inches away from her own, studying her every expression, eyes blazing as she gasped. Evidently, he didn't like how her eyes avoided his when she threw her head back and to the side in rapture, and he began to keep a firm grip on her ponytail, forcing her to look at him.
"I can always tell when you're about to come. Your nose wrinkles and I can't see your little freckles anymore and there's a twitch in your right eyebrow… Yeah, like that." His hand stopped working its magic on her. Just as he said, she'd been on the verge of coming.
"Please!" she moaned. "Please, Inuyasha, I can't take it right now."
He smirked. "I guess. We have all the time in the world for what I want to do to you."
Scorching hot lips kissed a trail from her chin down her neck and to her breasts. Nuzzling aside the damp black fabric, Inuyasha attached his mouth to her straining nipple, tonguing it lovingly, happy to be reacquainted. The cold from the storm was long forgotten. Slowly, he licked her, making a show of it, his wicked tongue making her breast bounce with the force of his actions. With a sudden movement, he turned her over. Kagome was on her knees, her face buried in the pillow that smelled of him and would soon smell of the both of them.
"So pretty," he said softly, trailing his fingers down the curve of her ass. "I think you're my favorite."
Inuyasha's cock was hot and hard and just what she had been craving since she had first experienced it what felt like all too long ago. It seemed like he had missed her just as much. With only a grunt, he pushed inside her, and soon they were one. They rocked together and she gripped his sheets, heart rejoicing at the fact that they were together again and he hadn't abandoned her. With every slam of his hips on her ass she sang out a moan. One of his big rough hands had a firm grip on her ass while the other drifted down, sliding under the shirt she still wore to fondle her breasts. Soon her top was more like a necklace and her nipples were scraping against the blanket, the friction driving her that much more insane with lust. Gods, but she was certain no other man would ever do this to her. Inuyasha was the only one.
Leaving her breasts for her clit, his fingers rubbed her again, and it was only a second before it was too much for her to handle.
"You can come now, Kagome," he said generously.
And she did.
Wailing, she pressed herself back against him as her orgasm exploded through her body. Inuyasha wasn't far behind her, grabbing her by her sensitive breasts as he slammed inside her one last time, filling her with his cum. Soon, they were spooning, and she was trying to catch her breath. Again, they hadn't used protection. Guiltily, Kagome figured he had probably assumed she was on the pill since she hadn't objected to barebacking it. It frightened her when she realized it didn't bother her that they had a complete union. If she wound up pregnant with his child, she would welcome it. She would welcome anything that would tie her to him.
"If I go to sleep, will you be here when I wake up this time?" Kagome had meant to be funny, but when it came out sounding scared, she flinched.
"Go ahead. Nothing will keep us apart now."
O\o/O
Eerily reminiscent to the last time she'd slept with Inuyasha, the room was bright with sunlight when she opened her eyes. Disoriented, Kagome at first thought she had dreamed the entire thing and that she was in her bed at home. But there were no rustic wooden walls in her home, no comforting smell of burning wood… She tried to turn over and see if Inuyasha was still beside her, but quickly discovered she couldn't. The realization that her limbs were tied to the bed made her scream.
"Quiet down," Inuyasha grumbled. "I sure hope you don't make that a habit. For your sake."
Sitting cross-legged next to her was Inuyasha, still naked, his curtain of black hair providing him some level of modesty.
"W-what are you doing?" She hoped to the gods this was just some kind of bondage thing, but it was still pretty fucked up he had done that without her knowledge or consent. "Untie me!"
"You still don't remember anything." He shook his head. "You may never remember. Each time, it gets longer and longer in between appearances and the memories are fuzzier and fuzzier."
"What are you talking about!?"
He sighed, surprising her by leaning over and kissing her. "I love you, Kagome." A strange smile made her shiver. "I've loved you for five-hundred years."
Suddenly, everything made sense. Of course someone as attractive and apparently wealthy as him liked her. He was crazy.
"I-I love you too," she whispered, hoping to calm him. Kagome ignored how it didn't feel at all like a lie. "But why did you tie me up? It hurts."
"You don't remember how Naraku loved you back when you were Kikyo. You don't remember what he did to us on our wedding day." The expression on his face was so tragic that she wanted to hold him despite herself. "How he cursed us. He gave me immortality and twisted your love into hate. And then you tried to seal me." So gentle, so soft, he stroked her hair. "Something happens when you betray me like that, Kagome. I end up killing you."
"Inuyasha, I swear I would never, ever betray you. I would never hurt you. Please, please untie me. We can talk all you want, just untie me."
"And you know what? I like killing you. I don't want to, but I do. I like it almost as much as I like fucking you."
She began to struggle.
"You're just making it worse, you know. The rope will cut you." He spoke like he cared about her. "It's been driving me crazy, Kagome. Living without you for so long, and then when you show up again, you only betray me and I have to kill you. So I decided that this would be the last time."
He took out a knife.
"Somebody help!" she screamed, knowing that no one could hear her this far out. The serrated edges of the weapon glinted in the contrasting cheerily bright sunlight. "Help me!"
"You can't betray me if you can never leave me," he explained as though she wasn't screaming her head off. "You're a miko, but you're weak. You can't try to seal me like Kikyo, try to kill me like Midoriko, try to banish me like Tsukiyomi, and you can't do all the other things that the rest did. You're going to stay here with me in the cabin until the world forgets your face."
Sobbing, Kagome realized she was becoming hysterical. "But I was going to change my life. I was going to go out and do things. I was going to live!"
"After the last time I had to kill you, I decided enough was enough. I came out here to the forest and decided that no matter what, I would succeed in killing myself this time. I cut and cut and cut and took every pill and poison I could find and even blew my fucking brains out." He chuckled, as though remembering a nostalgic childhood moment. "But it didn't do a fucking thing. Hurt like hell, but I'm still here. I keep regenerating." He stroked the knife in a way too similar to how he had stroked her. "But the animals that were lucky enough to stumble upon my blood and sample it showed me something. They can't be killed and they don't age. Even when I cut them open, even when they're cooked, they're still alive. It doesn't carry over to their offspring, but that's easily remedied. Don't you understand, Kagome?" His eyes were fanatical, frightening. "Even if you do betray me and I have to kill you, you'll never die. I can kill you all I want, and you'll still wake up right beside me, just as whole and beautiful as you are now."
"Oh gods, Inuyasha, what are you—"
He slit his wrist and she screamed. Too late, she realized he had been counting on that, and he covered her lips with his open wound. Blood filled her mouth and the jagged edges of his flesh made her want to retch. But she couldn't. The blood wouldn't let her. As she was forced to swallow, a horrible future played in her mind. Every one of her actions perceived as a betrayal, lifetimes spent tied to the bed in the woods, never seeing her mother and brother again, raped and murdered day and night, violated in the most gruesome of ways, alive and conscious through all of it…
When it was over, he kissed her, the blood smearing across his own mouth and chin and cheeks. The smile he gave her was ghoulish.
"It's been so long since I've seen how pretty you are inside, Kagome."