As Only You Can
Author's Note :: It was all for this moment, loves. Please enjoy! And skip the ending if you don't want to find out why my story was rated 'M'!
Disclaimer :: If you know it and love it, it isn't mine. I'm simply borrowing these things for a bit and I most sincerely thank the creators of the Inuyasha universe for this privilege.
Kouga caught Ayame's lithe frame in his arms, the gentle weight of her chest against his enough to calm the inner demon still raging from the Eastern Lord's adrenaline rush. He concentrated on steadying the rapid beating of his heart and tried to calm the ragged rise and fall of his chest where it met hers. With one hand on the small of her back, Kouga brought the other hand to rest gently against her cheek.
She kept a calm demeanor, her left arm still in its sling and her right palm resting against the smooth leather armor over his chest. But her emerald eyes held a ranging sea of emotions that the okami prince found himself rather lost to discern.
When or if the other Alphas ever reached the summit, neither Eastern nor Northern Yoro could be quite certain. Each was lost of their surroundings; the peaceful snow that had started to fall around them, the soft breeze that toyed with Kouga's ebony ponytail. At the summit, Ayame was focused on consoling the powerful youkai still showing himself in occasional flashes of crimson and violent tremors through the handsome features of Kouga's humanesque form. It was the gentle aura of Ayame's youkai, wrapping herself around the Eastern Lord to enclose him in a protective fold of calm energy, that eventually brought sky blue eyes back into focus.
Still not sure if it was safe to let herself believe that she was really his, Ayame tenderly leaned into the palm of his hand, closing her eyes in submission. And Kouga smiled, crimson eyes flashing one last time before fading entirely. The last trace of his inner youkai could be heard as a low growl, "Mine. My woman. My mate."
When the amber-haired princess did look up into the gentle blue eyes of her future mate, she smiled openly. Joy was the genuine emotion that she had settled upon, murmuring as she wrapped her right arm around his neck, "Yours. All yours."
There was the faintest glimmer of tears clinging to the corners of her emerald eyes and to this Kouga smirked, "My Ayame won't cry when she's inches from her death but when I show up to claim her for all the world to see, she sheds her tears. Tell me, koi, am I really that deplorable?"
Ayame laughed through her tears, letting them fall with no shame for the weakness she was showing her future mate. She felt safe here, in his arms, where she could love, hope, dream – where she would be his and he hers for as long as Mother Moon thought to allow their lives to span. The amber-haired demoness whispered, "Don't say such things to me, Lord Kouga."
She captured his lips possessively with her own. And as her lips traced past his chin, to his jawbone, and down the handsome sun-bronzed skin of his neck towards his collarbone, he asked her, breathless, "What things should Lady Ayame like to hear?"
The demoness shivered for the husky undertone of his words, closing her eyes for only a moment to regain her composure. Her claws raked through his hair, starting at the base of his neck and working upwards until she pulled away the tie holding it high atop his head. When she looked again at the okami prince, her eyes were flooded with adoration and desire, "Don't speak. Just… show me."
"As my woman wishes," he smirked before pressing his lips forcefully over hers, only relenting to allow tenderness to reign when she parted her lips to allow his tongue's entrance to her mouth. A soft sound escaped her, something caught between breathless and arduous passion – a sound that nearly drove Kouga's beast back to the surface, a demanding presence insistent in his desires.
"Take this woman – claim what is ours!"
But the Lord of the East suppressed such demands. He would have her, this demoness, all in good time – but first, Kouga would labor to provide her, his koi, with all the passions his lovemaking could afford. It would be his hand, his touch that she would desire for all the years of her life. And it would be his name that she would remember, cry out, cling to when all sense of purpose was drowned in the stormy seas of pleasure that he would unleash upon her.
"My poor woman," he murmured, hands finding her slender waist that his claws might find their way underneath her armor to caress the smooth, creamy white skin of her abdomen. With his fangs pressed against the delicate shell of her ear, he barely breathed, "She knows not of what she asks."
Ayame felt her knees grow weak, breath hitch in the back of her throat. She'd only ever dreamed that he'd speak to her in a tone so laced with possessive, wanton desire. Sliding her right hand out of his ebony locks, she ran it over his shoulder and to the armor over his chest. Very suddenly, she was aware of just how much clothing still separated them and trembling fingers were at work on the laces at Kouga's shoulders; desperately, urgently she tried to loose his armor.
But the youkai only chuckled, catching her fingers with his and shooting his right hand up her back to rest protectively on the back of her neck. His voice was low, "Shh! Patience, koi. I only get to mark you once – forgive me if I prefer to savor the moment."
If she would have liked to protest, Kouga had silenced her with another searing kiss. The smell of her arousal was strong in the chill of a freshly dawned morning and Kouga buried his face in the soft tresses of her hair, smooth like liquid gold.
"Please, Kouga," she whimpered, pressing her small frame closer to his, enveloped in the heat of her desire. Her voice was a mere whisper as she pled, "I want you."
She freed her right hand from his grasp, emerald eyes locked on his; watching, waiting. Ayame licked her lips, breath hitching when her fingertips found the place where his armor ended and his pelt began. She watched his eyes flash crimson and smiled that he recognized, now, for whom she called upon.
"Give the woman what she asks."
But Kouga continued to suppress the youkai within, instead picking up Ayame carefully in his arms and carrying her into the cave that had been prepared for the Princess of the North and the one who should claim her for his own. His lips were over hers and her right hand returned to his shoulder where the laces of his armor that she had come to detest. When the Eastern Lord sat her lovingly on a pile of furs that had been laid out for them, he came to kneel next to her. He watched as she struggled to find the strength in her left arm to spur it to life.
Ayame winced as the pressure of the armor she wore stung the still healing wound of her left shoulder, a low growl caught in the back of her throat. Kouga pressed his forehead to hers, whispering, "Allow me."
He unlaced the ties over her shoulders quickly, pressing delicate kisses on the skin his actions left exposed. Kouga untied the sling, letting the fabric fall to his woman's lap and he was careful when he pulled the armor away from her. She sighed her content, bending her left arm at the elbow but keeping it pulled close to her chest.
Slowly the Northern princess crawled across the distance separating herself from the Eastern Lord, her emerald eyes flashing crimson just once before she settled carefully in his lap. He had had his legs crossed and when she came to sit with one leg on either side of his waist, he caught her hips with his hands. When she arched her back to press her linen-clad chest against the smooth leather of his armor, bringing the heat between her thighs to meet his, he hissed like she'd burned him.
Her voice was seductive as her fingers, no longer trembling, loosed the armor separating him from her. As the leather fell from his shoulders, exposing his well-defined chest, her fingertips and claws therin traced gentle circles down his abdomen, stopping at the waist of his pelt so she could whisper, "My poor man knows not of what he has started."
His beast raged that he should allow this female such power over him, commanding that he instead turn her over and acquaint her with the rules of being his woman. But before Kouga could comply with his most carnal desires, she raked her hips against his once more, crying out his name with such lust that the prince fell backwards against the cave floor, his hands protectively on her waist. He tightened his grip, raking her hips, once more, over him.
"Kouga," she growled, letting her left hand fall to his smooth chest while her right hand laced through the smooth locks of his ebony hair. Emerald eyes fell on sky blue as she brought her lips to his chest, kissing, licking a precise path towards his navel. She paused, hovering over his loins with a knowing smirk, licking her lips.
But her hesitation was reminder enough for the okami prince to recapture control over the situation. He grabbed her right wrist, pulling her body forward so that her frame was pressed firmly over the top of his. With the other arm wrapped around her waist, he rolled over so that her small frame was under his. Both hands were at work, one pulling lose the linen covering her breasts and the other removing the white fur around her waist.
She'd gasped, closing her eyes and trembling for the contrast of the cool morning air against her exposed skin and the warmth emanating warm fire from where his chest pressed against hers. The amber-haired okami youkai brought both of her hands to rest on the prince's muscular abdomen, her eyes clouding in her lust.
If he wasn't mistaken, he might have considered that she'd like it – the way he'd forced her underneath his frame.
Kouga ran both of his hands over the curve of her hips, up her smooth abdomen, and then to her soft breasts. She arched her back, pressing warm flesh into his palms and Kouga had to bite his cheek to keep from unleashing his inner beast upon her for the pride he felt that his touch could find her trembling so under his ministrations. He pressed his lips to her jawbone, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal and licking a trail down her neck to her collarbone. His left thumb flicked gently over one of her pale pink nipples, causing her breath to hitch.
When he felt her thighs press against his hips, he smirked.
To test the results of his careful attentions, Kouga brought his left hand between her thighs, exploring with his index finger the urgency of her desire. He pressed firmly against the precious pearl between her delicate folds and reveled in the delicious moan such a touch had elicited. Ayame, half conscious, had her hand wrapped in his hair as she demanded, "More, Kouga!"
And he was sure to waste no time in answering her plea, sliding his index finger into the smooth folds of her womanhood and using his thumb to massage her clitoris. Sky blue eyes watched in wonder as her lithe frame tensed and relaxed under the effects of his spell. He'd never imagined that the sight of her could be so alluring and, greedily, the okami prince wanted more. He wanted to hear his name fall from her lips, he needed to hear her beg for him.
So he slid his right hand up over the smooth skin on her abdomen to find her breast. He was gentle in the attentions he paid to both activities in which he now found himself engaged. His lips were pressed to the smooth skin of her abdomen when he heard her voice trembling, "Please, Kouga."
Her hips rocked against his hand, her back arched, and the okami prince felt himself harden almost to the point of pain when she wrapped herself up in him, thighs folding tightly against his shoulders. Her nails raked through his hair, one coming to rest on his shoulder, gripping it tightly for her passion.
He groaned, "Please what, koi?"
But he didn't wait for her to reply. Instead, he continued his delicious torture on her senses. As his thumb moved over the swell of nerves and his index finger glided in and out of her entrance, he watched her. He listened to her breath catch in her throat as she struggled to form coherent thought that she might ask of him what she so deeply desired.
"Y-you," she stammered.
Nipping gently the smooth skin of her abdomen, licking the small marks he'd left there, and then blowing across her skin gently to raise goosebumps over her pale flesh, he asked, "Me what, Ayame?"
And then, as though his current efforts hadn't been enough, he slid his middle finger into her core and ran one of his claws gently over the graceful peak of one swell of her breasts.
"Oh, kami, Kouga!" she squirmed under his touch, desperate to free herself from the intensity of the pleasure he had just divined within her burning form. Her inner youkai screamed for him to take her, to claim her; stop wasting time. Couldn't he see how frantically she needed him? But her senses were wracked and the young demoness was powerless to string those words together and tell him what she wanted, how she needed him. She begged again, her body tensing violently, "Please! Kouga, please!"
"Koi," he growled from the valley of her breasts, licking his lips hungrily. "Tell me what you need; I can't read your mind."
She let loose her fingers of his hair and fumbled for the pelt around his waist, scrambling to relieve him of it. And as the smooth brown fur fell from around his waist, she felt herself teetering on the edge of her consciousness. To hold on to her thoughts and stay there, in that moment with Kouga, or to let herself fall over the edge?
Sensing how close she was to her breaking point, the handsome Lord of the East pressed his lips to her ear, holding her hand possessively in his own as he whispered, "Let go, my love. I've got you."
And she fell, squeezing tightly one of his hands, thrusting her hips against the other and the way he had still managed to drive her forward even after she was falling. Her voice had left her in the intense feeling of freefall, but as Kouga held her, lifting her up on another wave of pleasure, she cried his name, throwing her head backwards to expose the sensitive skin of her neck.
He kissed her there, where she offered herself, spreading her legs wider with both hands. As the tip of his penis brushed against her entrance, he murmured, "I'm sorry" before forcing his entrance to sever her virginity.
Kouga watched as another wave of pleasure, this time mixing with a glimmer of pain, prolonged her orgasm. White hot electricity shot through her core as Kouga kissed her neck, massaged the place between her folds that brought such intense sensations firing straight through her nerves to the pit of her stomach and beyond. He held her hand still within his own, held her possessively as he fought against the desire of his inner demon to break free, to claim what was theirs.
Kouga was content to wait for her, his woman.
He bit the side of his cheek, clenched his teeth to keep himself still. The feeling of her delicate walls pressing down around him was driving him insane. But still he waited until her intoxicating cries died down and her breathing evened out, still labored but not ragged.
Emerald eyes stared up at him with loving adoration. She brought her left hand to his waist, her elbow resting on the ground. With her right hand, she brushed a few strands of his long ebony hair out of his handsome sky blue eyes. The amber-haired demoness had known that she loved him – but she'd never dared to imagine what pleasure his passion might elicit. Or how quickly she would find herself addicted.
Pulling his lips down over her own, Ayame laced her fingers through his hair once more, moving her hips softly to spur him to motion. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning as he pulled away from her lips. With a flush over her cheeks as her forehead pressed against his, she whispered, "Can we do that again?"
Kouga smirked, brushing amber locks away from her face so that he could caress her cheek with his thumb. He kissed her temple, moving his hips tentatively and watching her eyes to make sure that he wasn't causing her pain. When she responded by matching his thrusts with her own, he growled, "Yes, koi – after I mark you as my mate. Anything you want."
She made a contented sound in the back of her throat, wrapping her legs around his waist that the action might help to bring them closer to one another. The demoness buried her face in the crook of Kouga's neck, purring contentedly for his gentle thrusts.
Her voice was a gentle murmur against his skin, "I want you to take me, Kouga of the Eastern Yoro. Mark me as your mate so that the world will know to whom I belong."
He growled, elated to hear her verbalize such submissive desires. Blue eyes grew crimson as the prince let free his inner beast, agreeing it was time to take what was theirs.
Kouga pulled out of her arms, taking her waist tightly in his possessive grasp and nipped the skin of her collarbone before turning her over on her hands and knees to take her from behind. She moaned her appreciation at the new angle and Kouga thrust harder, surrendering all control to his youkai.
The okami prince was careful to support her waist for her weakened shoulder and he growled his frustration that he'd allowed her to be injured at all. This woman. His. And the prince realized then that his okami had lain stake on her, Ayame, all those years ago when he'd saved her from the Birds of Paradise. He'd always wanted her, always accepted that she would be his.
And all of the passionate desire he felt to possess her was transferred through his powerful thrusts. Each time he would draw his length out to the base of her opening, only drive once more straight to her core, the tip brushing against the delicate beginning of her womb. The same that would sow his seed, nurture his cub. She was his woman, crying out his name like it was her mantra, the very way by which she drew breath; she, unable to support herself any longer for the fury of their shared passion, fell to rest on her forearms.
Kouga brought his right knee up beside her hip, losing himself in the desire to come. But not without her, he remembered, bringing his thumb to her clitoris and establishing a smooth rhythm to complement their movements. She trembled, whimpering, moaning, any sound she could produce to urge him to bring her to that edge again. That she might find him falling with her burned as a desire so strong within her soul she could feel her youkai beckoning his, holding him in her protective aura and answering his desperate demands of 'mine, mine, mine' with her acquiescence of 'yours, yours, yours'.
He was close but she was closer. As he felt her inner walls tighten over his length, the okami prince bit down on the flawless place her neck met her right shoulder. And as she cried out, emerald eyes flashing crimson, she came over and over again, feeling his hot seed spread deep within her womb.
She was barely aware of him picking her up into his arms, leaning back to sit on his heels as his right hand came to rest protectively over her abdomen and his left arm pressed her back against his chest. His lips were at her neck and he was gently licking away the blood that he'd spilled by marking his claim. His thrusts were gentle, eyes returned to normal as he spoke confidently, "My mate, my Ayame."
The waves of pleasure ebbed as she turned around in his arms, not separating their union. Her right arm was around his neck, her forehead pressed against his and she smiled. A light layer of perspiration coated their bodies, glimmering in the morning haze. Her voice was unsure as his hands caressed her abdomen, "Did we – I mean, am I?"
Kouga laughed, licking her lips before shaking his head, "Not yet, koi."
And Ayame wasn't sure what the emotion was that she felt next, something caught between complete peace of mind and utter joy. She closed her eyes, nuzzling against his temple and feeling her breath catch in the back of her throat.
"But I swear you will be before I let you leave this mountain," he'd sounded cocky, so sure of himself that he would provide her, his woman, with that which she so ardently desired. And the okami prince lifted her gently by the hips only to drop her once more upon the hardening length of his manhood.
She moaned his name against his mouth, smiling that he could be so sure of himself, hardly able to contain herself for her excitement of the pleasure she knew would follow.
