InuYasha came to the bed and gently but firmly pressed her back down. Kagome knew he could feel her heart pounding beneath his hand, and probably hear it too. She had no illusions about this at least. Surely he could read her emotions, just as an animal could read the fear and apprehension in its prey. His hand slid down over the valley between her breasts, and then skimmed over her belly. Her skin shuddered and leapt, tightening and trembling at the light, warm touch that moved down, down… closer to where she so wanted him to be.
She smothered a groan, biting her lip and struggling not to cry out as his fingers finally made contact. His touch was light, too light, nothing like the firm surety of before. Kagome shifted impatiently, and immediately he pulled back, rearing away onto his haunches. Refusing to let him escape her again, she reached out, snatching his hand and bringing it firmly, sharply, to her core. She curled her hand around his, showing him how to touch her, what she liked. It didn't take long for him to figure the pattern out, and she let go of his hand and left him to it. When he began to slip a clawed finger deep inside Kagome grabbed his hand again.
"N-,"she started, then rethought that word. "You can't, with your claws." She carefully traced said claw, tapping her finger on its point, trying to show him what she meant. He apparently understood, for he removed his hand and in a sharp movement, bit off the claw. He grunted at her, showing her the now safe digit. Slowly, she nodded and lay back.
He wasted no time resuming his activity, and Kagome found herself biting her lip to keep from crying out. He paused for a moment, but she lifted her hips and he understood. Another few strokes and he paused to bite off another two claws. Kagome's eyes widened. He had very large fingers.
Once he employed those fingers, one at a time, and then together, she found his shoulders, clutching them as an anchor. He tightened beneath her touch, his muscles bunching and shifting as she pulled him closer… holding on for dear life. Unable to help herself, Kagome ground against him, panting, gasping for release.
Please, oh please, oh please….
She heard his breathing change— become faster and deeper. At last, between his magical hands and the wild, lust filled expression on his face, Kagome shattered. She had to stuff a fist into her mouth to keep from crying out.
He didn't stop, however. Three more times she came, each stronger than the last. Finally, she pushed weakly on his shoulders to stop him. He obeyed, and she gave a little shudder, sighing softly, and trembled a bit as he trailed his touch along the inside of one of her thighs. When his touch left her, Kagome opened her eyes.
He knelt next to her bed, close enough for her to see his eyes, bright and blazing with desire and… pride. Such pride that she gave a little shiver at the pure maleness of it. She sat up and smiled at him, a soft, sweet smile that had him mimicking her. "Oh, InuYasha," she whispered, and reached out a hand toward him. "Thank you."
He froze, but didn't pull away. Beneath her palm she felt the strong thudding of his heart, the warm tightness of skin stretched over flat, solid muscle. Strength, heat, male. What would it feel like to have this powerful body, this hot, taut, sleek figure sliding over hers, skin to skin, pressing into her? Kagome swallowed hard, her body already heating and drawing up again in expectation. Yes. He gave a sudden little shudder beneath her hand, expelling his breath in a warm gust of air. He hadn't moved otherwise except to stare at her like a dog watching prey. Hunger shone in his eyes. Blazing and unmistakeable. He wanted her, and had the strength to take her, with her consent or not.
And yet, he waited for her to allow him despite how it must have hurt him. She could see the bulge in his hakama even in the dim moonlight. Kagome wanted him, badly. But now that the first flush of need was sated and she was fully awake, she could think more clearly. Finishing this in the treehouse was a very bad idea.
One, no matter how quiet they were, her family was sure to hear. Two, she was a virgin and it was unlikely that she would be able to remain quiet while doing that. Three, she wanted to be alone with him for her first time so that they would not be rushed, and she could explore him to her hearts content.
How to tell him this, though? Before she could think long, he stiffened. She froze, unsure what was wrong. He lifted his nose, sniffing the air, then tilted his head as if to listen. Confused, Kagome waited… and then she heard it too. A soft sound, a quiet slither. She turned to the window and saw a long, slender shadow sliding through. Serpentine, it had sharp spines down its length and a wickedly sharp, barbed tail. It was clearly youkai. She screamed, but InuYasha was already moving.
He lunged and feinted, drawing the snake's attention to him, leaping away from the bed. She watched helplessly as he danced about, teasing and taunting. Then all at once, he leaped up, grabbed a rafter, and swung above and behind the youkai, landing on the ground behind the creature. With one well practiced move, a single slash of his claw the beast's head was separated. This didn't stop its body from writhing about, knocking into the table and overturning it with a loud crash and spraying blood everywhere.
Kagome finally remembered the pistol she kept. She dashed across the room, narrowly missing being slapped to the floor by the body of the wild, undulating creature. The gun was in her hand with no time to lose, as shouts of alarm came from below.
"Kagome!" her mother screamed, echoed by her grandfather and Naraku. She aimed the pistol as close to the snake's head as she dared and pulled the trigger. It was already dead, but she had to explain the blood and severed head somehow.
"Kagome! Are you all right?" Naraku shouted, pounding on the door. "Kagome!
She looked toward the door, then back to InuYasha… just in time to see him disappear out the window, dragging the snake's body with him. The head still lay at her feet.
"Kagome! What are you shooting at?" her grandfather called.
"Kagome, answer me!" her mother's terrified voice joined in.
The door splintered as the wood began to give away under Naraku's battering. Taking a breath, her knees weak Kagome managed to assure them. "I'm safe. It was a snake. It's dead."
Yes, dead. But how to explain the head being cut clean through? No bullet would do that and Naraku would know instantly. She reached for the vile thing, intending to toss it out the window, when a clawed hand grabbed it first. She gasped, and looked up into golden eyes. He nodded at her, and snake's head in hand, disappeared once more.
