The start of their journey back had been awkward, Kagome feeling a large pit in her gut from what had happened the night before. They'd treated him so poorly, like some sort of animal. It pained her to know that he had to wait outside while she slept (well, she didn't really sleep) in a warm room with a futon and blanket. They were supposed to be equal, husband and wife. That's how it was with every other marriage. Well, no. Not in the Feudal Era, but it was often the women who didn't get the same treatment. At least human wives got to share a room with their husband, regardless of the circumstances. Not them, though. Not in the real world, outside of their safe haven that was their village.
The reality of their situation had hit her harder than she'd thought, as she always knew how the world treated Inuyasha - how they treated hanyou in general. Yet, facing a very real circumstance of him being treated as less-than, just because of who or what he was, it hurt her. Didn't they know he had been the one to destroy Naraku? That he was one of the main reasons why the Sacred Jewel was banished from the world? The two of them had sacrificed so much for their world, for the people in it, and Inuyasha more than most.
If they could, she would ask to hop on his back and quicken their pace to get home within the day. But he had to carry their payment back, Kagome having taken as much as she could to help with the load, despite her husband's assurances that he could carry it all.
Inuyasha knew his wife enough to know that there was something eating her - the lack of conversation was a huge signal. He wasn't oblivious to how hard it had been for Kagome to let the villagers treat him in such a way. Her heart was so large, able to feel for others, and take their emotions upon herself in hopes of baring some of the weight. She had been the first person he'd ever met who was able to hold so many emotions so gracefully; how they'd managed to find love with one another made no sense to him when he thought of it that way. He couldn't even handle his own emotions, let alone someone else's - well, aside from hers.
"Kagome, we gotta stop soon," the first words spoken between them in the last hour or two. All Kagome did was look over her shoulder with a nod.
"Do you have to keep walking behind me?" she asked, voice timid and holding all of the hurt that she felt for him. How could he deny her with her tone holding such an authentic plea?
Quickening his pace, he started to walk beside her as his response, "Should we stop at the same place?" he asked, peering up to see they were close to the cliffside they'd set up camp at the night before last.
"Sure," Kagome's tone seemed indifferent, trying (and failing miserably) to keep her disappointment at bay. What had supposed to be a fun little adventure had turned into something almost depressing. To know Inuyasha had to deal with this every time, it hurt her heart. Maybe she shouldn't have offered to go with him. Maybe it was best that she just stayed in the safety of the village.
"Hey. Stop with the face, would ya?" Inuyasha scolded, peering down at her with a rather stern look, "It's not a big deal. I've slept outside most of my life, what was one more night?"
A sharp, obviously frustrated sigh left her, "It is a big deal," she snapped, fists clenched as they continued down the main road. The slight outburst was cathartic, managing to reign herself back into a more level-headed state, "I just want us to get home."
"Would you cut it out already?!" it was his turn to snap, having Kagome stop and look up at him with complete shock. He wanted to keep going, but he was aware of their surroundings, in the middle of the main road, where anyone could see them arguing. Releasing a frustrated growl, he jumped up and out of her sight, which left Kagome slightly terrified. Was he about to leave her here?
"Inuyasha?!" she called out desperately, only to feel herself being hoisted into the air by him shortly after.
As quickly as she was lifted into the air, she was placed back on her feet in the same area as they'd stopped on their way to their job. Before she asked what he meant by his outburst, Inuyasha elaborated, "The last thing I need is you sulking because of what happened." The words were affirmative, holding the desire for finality, "It makes me feel like shit knowing that it hurts you as much as it does when there's nothing I can do about it." Kagome was left speechless, looking up at him with a sense of regretful realization as well as noticing how well he was expressing his feelings, as crude as his words were, "So just get over it. It's the way things are - I've accepted it." He was being more abrasive with her than he'd been in a long time, amber looking to her with an intensity that burned into her heart, spreading to her soul.
"I-" she didn't know what else to say. She hadn't thought of that, how seeing her in such a way would make him feel, knowing that she was angry about a situation they couldn't change.
"I told you about what would happen if you were with me. I told you what to expect and you said you didn't care."
"I don't-"
"Yes. You do." he interjected, "You care too much."
Kagome let her gaze fall to the ground - he was right. She always cared; always took on what others were feeling. None more than Inuyasha. His soul was her own, as far as she was concerned.
But, it was selfish of her to make it about herself, to make her the victim of the situation; though it was out of love, it wasn't really her place to sulk. Inuyasha was the one discriminated against, not her - not if she were alone. It didn't matter if Inuyasha was with her or not, he would be treated the same.
"I'm sorry," she managed to say, tone meek but authentic in its meaning, "I didn't think-"
She didn't think what? That her sulking would do anything other than show just how much she loved him? How badly she wanted to protect him like he had countless times?
"I'm sorry," she resigned to say, leaving it at that while finding his gaze once again, noticing that he'd never broken his on her.
"Just-" his fists clenched, finally turning his head away from her to avert his gaze.
"I wasn't thinking about how it affected you or how you felt," Kagome stated, thinking it was the best way to make it clear that she understood what he was saying, "I was just thinking about how it affected me when it's really not my place to...really." Hesitantly, she reached out to take one of his hands in both of hers, feeling how clenched it was within them, "You're right. I need to...accept it. As hard as it is for me to do so, I know I need to. And, yeah, I do care. I care a lot because of who you are to me, how much you mean to me."
Inuyasha's hand slacked in her hold, reaching for one of her own hands to grasp properly, "I know that's why," he stated, voice having gone softer, "I don't want you to have to carry that with you all of the time. It can end up killing you."
Just as it had his mother.
Taking a step towards him, Kagome conceded with a nod. Pulling her closer, Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, cradling the back of her head as he did so. Kagome easily sank into him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she dug her head into his chest, "I'll try," she agreed, offering that promise to him.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, simply holding onto one another and allowing themselves to reign in their emotions enough to find some sort of comfort for the night.
"Can I lay in your lap tonight?" The question had Kagome thinking back to when he'd first asked that. It was a new moon and she'd just found out what that meant; he was human those nights. The response she gave him was a simple nod.
"We gotta start a fire, though," she replied, reluctantly leaving the warmth of his chest to look up at him.
"I can start it," he offered, knowing they wouldn't need to catch food for the night, as they had brought some back with them. Cupping her cheek, he leaned his head down to rest his forehead against hers. Both of them were reluctant, but after a moment or two, they managed to come away from one another.
It didn't take long for the fire to build and only a bit longer than that to cook and eat their dinner. The tension between them had dimmed since their conversation, but there was still a lingering discomfort that Kagome could feel hanging overhead. Sitting back against a tree, her legs out in front of her, she absentmindedly toyed with some of her husband's hair. Fingers ran over the crown of his head, gently scratching in the attempt to soothe him. He hadn't slept in two days with Kagome not being much better, having only drifted in and out of sleep the night before. Though her fingers moved, her gaze was not on him, instead looking to the darkness of the forest, unknowing of what could be lurking, if anything at all.
A blanket was draped over her shoulders, as the fire gave some warmth but not enough to truly melt the chill in her bones.
"It's almost a new moon..." she mused, seeing the faint sliver of light lurking in the sky above them. She'd half expected to hear her husband's voice, able to tell her exactly how many days left until that happened. But when it didn't come, Kagome dropped her gaze to his head on her lap, only to see his eyes closed and his breath drawing in and out to and even rhythm.
He's asleep!
A warmth grew in her chest at the thought, knowing that he wouldn't have done so if he didn't trust her or feel safe. Never having stopped the motion of her hands, she brushed back his bangs only to pet over his forehead, over the top of his head, and down as far as she could until she met her own thigh.
I've rarely seen him so peaceful. He must be exhausted.
With a new heaviness in her heart, she shook her head faintly, thinking about what he had done for them on a daily basis. How, if there had needed to be some sort of guard, he had always been the one to offer to stay awake. He would always tell her that her heart was big, that it was the largest he'd ever known; but he never acknowledged himself or his own heart. Perhaps it wasn't as obvious, but he would show it in different ways, even if his approach could be a bit brash.
Unable to help herself, she leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead with the hopes of being gentle enough not to wake him. The attempts had failed when she heard a soft groan leave him, ears twitching before his eyes began to slowly open, "Huh? How long was I asleep?"
"Only a couple minutes," The volume of her voice was just above a whisper, "Go back to sleep, Inuyasha. I'll stay awake."
All she got were his eyes opening wider, staring up at her with only the remnants of exhaustion she thought he held. Though she was already leaned over, her face close to his, the pressure of his hand on the back of her head kept her where she was. Not pushing away, she was rewarded with a kiss from her husband, gentle and lingering, "You think I'm gonna let you stay up by yourself?" He mused against her lips. A warm chuckle left her as a response.
"You just did," she teased, knowing it was hardly any time at all that he had. An infamous grumble left her husband, averting his gaze by turning his head and nuzzling it into her lap a bit more, "How much do you sleep? Truly."
"Whadya mean?" he didn't turn to look at her, closing his eyes to rest them. With her not continuing her soothing touch, he wasn't likely to fall back asleep.
"I mean, in general. How much do you sleep? You were seemingly always awake when we were hunting for shards. You haven't slept properly in three days. Is that normal? Do you stay awake when I sleep?"
"Sometimes. I dunno. I don't need a lot of sleep," he replied, somewhat defensively, "Never have. Never could afford to."
"Even when we're home?" Such a genuine question, not intending to pry.
"Yeah. I-" It was then that he opened his eyes and found hers starting at him intently, "I wanna make sure you're still there, that's all." A very real flush burned through his cheeks, "I don't do it as much anymore but there's the odd time." Kagome gave him a warm, inviting smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Now sleep. For me?" Her hands began their idle touching as she straightened herself, though still keeping her head turned down to watch him, "Just for a little while."
What she wanted to add was that she rarely ever got to see him so peaceful, never got to really study him to her heart's content without his searing, amber smolder staring back at her. How many times did he get that luxury? Of her sleeping form just completely content as he let his sight and touch explore to his heart's content. Kagome was an extremely heavy sleeper when she was tired enough, and having been back in the feudal era, her days were long and exhausting.
Obvious reluctance was etched into her husband's face, brows furrowed and lips pursed in thought as if he intended to find the right words to tell her off. Instead, he gave a soft huff, as if he was silently giving in to what she asked of him. Closing his eyes once again, he relaxed into her touches, trying his best to act as if he were asleep, just for her.
Sleep definitely did not come to Inuyasha a few days later, as it never did on new moon nights. He'd made sure he was home well before the sun went down, having purposefully rejected a job that Miroku had heard about. Of course, the monk understood beyond any reasonable doubt the reason behind Inuyasha's decision. He took his usual spot against the wall by the futon, Tessaiga resting against his chest as he sat crossed legged and shoved his hands in his sleeves. Even though the sword did nothing much aside from being a rusty piece of metal on these nights, it was still a comfort to have the sword pressed against him.
"Where is she?" he muttered, finding himself still alone well past dark. Kagome had left earlier in the morning than usual that day, apparently needing to be present for a birth. Kaeda had mentioned the woman who was in labor had a difficult pregnancy previously and would need all available hands. Still, he didn't expect her to be this late. He couldn't recall Sango's deliveries taking that long.
Almost as if he'd summoned her, he heard the sliding door open and the soft padding of feet headed towards the main area of their home. If he'd been in his normal state, he could have heard her from at least at the bottom of the hill they'd lived off of. Right now, it felt like his ears were full of cotton, muffled and dulled - he hated that feeling.
"Inuyasha?" Kagome's voice called out as she threw her blood-covered clothes into the hamper.
"I'm here," he replied easily, though didn't move from his spot. Wearing a spare kosode and wrap skirt, she padded into their bedroom, immediately realizing why he'd been keeping out of immediate sight. The look on his face was lightly cold, eyeing her with his unusually darkened hues as if he were offended.
"You didn't think I forgot, did you?" Kagome asked, kneeling down in front of him and resting her hands in her lap, "I'm sorry I'm so late. The baby was born feet first, so it was a hard delivery," she explained honestly, giving him a welcoming smile in an attempt to brush off the attempted guilt he tried to put on her. Leaning forward, she got down on her hands and knees to crawl towards him, craning her neck enough so she could give him a soft peck in greeting, "It's a good thing you're human tonight, I don't think you'd appreciate how I smelled otherwise."
Returning the kiss, he relaxed some, unable to really stay mad when he knew she had plenty of viable reason for staying out later than anticipated, "I'm sure I'll be able to smell it tomorrow," he mused, keeping his voice low and solemn, as he typically acted on nights of the new moon. A bit more moody and emotional, seeing as he had nothing but a human heart to guide him in his actions, Kagome knew not to take it personally.
"Maybe from the hamper, yeah. I washed up and changed before coming back, too. I didn't want to come home with blood and birth all over me," she added before moving to take a seat beside him against the wall with a heavy sigh of relief. Leaning her head back, she let her muscles relax for the first time since that morning. Shoulders fell into a more natural position as her head rolled to the side to look at him, "You gonna stay up?" It was a stupid question that she already knew the answer to, but she always felt like she needed to ask.
"Just like I do every time," the response wasn't curt, nor did it make her feel like she was asking a dumb question. His tone was low and even, holding less grit than when he was in his typical form. There was always something softer about him on nights of the new moon, again probably attributed to the fact that his heart was purely human.
"Mmm," she gave a warm hum, pleasant in nature as she rolled her head back to a straighter position, "I used to stay up, too, during the time when I couldn't get back. I'd think about you even more on those nights."
All Inuyasha could do was sit and intently listen - they'd shared five of these nights together now and she'd never mentioned that before. Freeing one of his hands from his sleeves, he rested it on her thigh.
"I'd worry. Wonder how you were doing and hoped that you were safe," she added, turning her attention back to him as she placed her own hand over his, "I got really good at reading lunar cycles because of it," she stated, only half-joking as she offered him one of her contagious smiles. Inuyasha couldn't help but offer one back, giving her thigh a soft squeeze in acknowledgment. Taking his hand in both of hers, she let her attention fall to it, taking her time to explore the differences. There wasn't much; the same callouses housed on the same points of his palm. The fingers themselves weren't any shorter, though they looked to be due to the dull, human nails that topped them.
The curious touch was soft and loving as if trying to memorize them when he returned to his hanyou form. It didn't matter if he were human or hanyou, she loved every piece of him and wanted to keep every detail encapsulated in her memory.
When she was done with his hand, Kagome turned her attention back to his face, seeing him staring intensely at their hands as they remained clasped together. The familiar molten amber had faded into near charcoal, giving him a much less otherworldly aura to him. He was more simple-looking, but still hers.
"I'd always stay at Miroku and Sango's on these nights, not wanting to be alone," he laced their fingers together then, seeing just how much more alike they seemed without the typical talons he had, "Every night without you was hard, but new moon nights were just that much harder."
"I felt bad that I wasn't there for you," she admitted, only to have his gaze catch hers.
"Keh. You shouldn't. I already told you that isn't your fault," he rebutted, knowing that she held a bit of guilt in thinking that she was the reason they couldn't be together for those three years. Taking his free hand, he cupped her chin, tilting it up so he could give her a reaffirming kiss as if to emphasize his statement. Kagome happily sank into it, smiling against his lips as she took one of her hands to cup his cheek. Feeling her fingertips brush against his human ear, she decided to explore more by taking her index finger and tracing the shell of it. The sensation had a shiver run up his spine, taking his hand from her chin to grip her wrist, "You plannin' on staying up with me?" The question was posed almost like a challenge, brows lifted as such as he kept that same vice-like grip.
"I always do," she replied, offering a playful grin as their faces stayed close to one another. Inuyasha's hand released her wrist to run down her forearm and grip her elbow.
"It's gunna be a longer night than normal, y'know," he continued his challenge keeping his grip on her elbow as she let her hand find its place on his cheek. The entire time, their other hands remained laced together, both of them reluctant to break their grasp.
"Is it? Guess we better think of something to do," she breathed running her fingers from his cheek to his lips gently, tracing the lower one with her middle finger, "And take our time with it."
A fangless grin pulled at the lips she touched, showing some teeth as he finally released both her elbow and her hand to move Tessaiga from his chest and lean it against the wall. The only thing that made him feel more comfortable than Tessaiga during these nights was Kagome herself and he would happily spend the night with her against his chest instead.
Though he was human, Kagome didn't find him any less strong, at least when it came to holding her. Yes, perhaps he wasn't able to bound long and high distances with her on his back, but as he lifted her into his lap, it still felt as if she was weightless. He'd pressed her back against his chest but with much less innocent intentions than that position held. Placing a hand on her throat, he tugged the collar of her kosode to place very slow, wet kisses to the skin there. She still tasted like herself, not nearly as potent as he was used to, but she was still addictive to him.
Goosebumps formed all over Kagome's body, effortlessly tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her taste. His lips trailed up to her jawline, nudging his nose against her ear as his hands began to stray. Finding their place on her waist, he ran them up her stomach at a painfully slow rate. With a sharp gasp, Kagome felt both of his hands palm each breast over her fabric. He didn't need to be able to smell her to know just how much heat had pooled between her legs, though he wanted so deeply to be able to. His teeth found her earlobe, nipping ever so lightly in an attempt to get more demure sounds from the woman in his lap. His wish was granted when a soft whimper left her, only to be paired with the sudden feel of her hands gripping his hakama.
"Kagome..." her name was a breath against the shell of her ear, low and wanting.
Moving his hands from her breasts, he pulled at the knot of her wrap skirt, followed by her obi. Thankfully, she'd stopped wearing that weird contraption she wore on her breasts beneath clothes. With her kosode falling open, he was able to feel the warmth of her bare skin against his palm, letting one hand find its place back upon her breast. Kagome let her head fall back against his shoulder, worrying her lower lip as another sweet whimper left her. Even in his human form, he could feel the temperature of her body rise, going hot against his own as he ran his free hand down the front of her stomach with a feather-like touch. It was as torturous as it was electrifying, causing her to release the grip on his hakama and instead grip his bicep.
Lower and lower did his hand trail until he realized she was wearing underwear. A growl left him, not nearly as primal as it typically did, "Why the fuck do you wear these?" he cursed, tugging them upward. The pressure of the tense fabric against her yearning, it had her back arching and a choked moan leave her. Such a reaction was unexpected, causing her husband to pause for a moment before doing the same thing again. A similar sound was his reward, Kagome's grip tightening on his bicep and tugging the fabric of his haori.
"Inuyasha," she whined, trying to press herself harder against the fabric of her underwear.
"That feel good, woman?" he cooed in her ear, "You want more?" Frantically, Kagome nodded, turning her head towards his own.
"Yes," with a heavy pant, the word left her, causing Inuyasha to give just as she asked. Reaching further down, he pushed the fabric to the side before running his index and middle finger through her folds.
"Oh fuck," he hissed, feeling just how soaked she was against his fingers, "What I would give to smell you right now." He cooed, easily curling his hand enough to push those fingers within her without a thought. The intrusion caused his wife to release a cry of need, head falling back against his shoulder once again, "You have no idea, do you?" he added, pulling his fingers from her to bring some of that slick to her clit, circling it slowly, "How good you smell when you want me - how good you taste."
Kagome could feel it now, his cock pressing against her ass, hard and needy. Purposefully, she pushed back against it as she bit her lower lip with a whine.
"Fuck," he grunted, releasing her breast to place his hand on her throat, "You want it?"
"Mhm," she hummed, nodding her head as much as she could without being hindered by the strong grip of his hand spanning her throat. Without warning, Kagome managed to pull herself away from his grasp, turning to face him completely. It caught Inuyasha by surprise, but he wasn't as possessive as he normally was, which meant that he wasn't about to deny her. Capturing his lips, she began to tug at his obi, slowly and purposefully, not with the typical frenzy that surrounded them in times like these. The kisses themselves were slower, taking the time to explore each other's taste as the priestess' lithe and skilled hands pulled his haori and kosode from his hakama.
When enough skin was exposed, her hands began to wander, fingertips just grazing over his collarbone and down his sternum. Kagome let her own lips trail over his jawline to his ear, "Are these ears just as sensitive?" she breathed against him, causing her husband to grip her biceps and squeeze. A low chuckle left her, taking the lobe between her teeth as he had previously. She didn't need to have the heightened senses that her husband typically possessed to realize his heart rate had increased. If that hadn't been enough confirmation for her, the choked sound of her name struggling to leave his lips was.
Lips trailed down his neck then, her hands following a similar path downward with them eventually wanting to hit the same destination. Each kiss was slow, almost painfully so, as Inuyasha loosened his grip on her biceps to rest one on the floor at his side, the other running into her hair at the back of her head. It wasn't pushing or keeping her from moving, instead hint of subtle encouragement as she continued her trail of kisses over his collarbone. The heat of the wetness her mouth left behind had his skin tingling, letting his jaw hang open as he watched how her lips made contact over and over again. Over one pec and then the other before maneuvering her body closer to the floor as she let her lips ghost over his abdomen.
As her mouth moved, so had her hands, pulling his hakama down just enough to reveal what she had been aiming for since she began her teasing journey.
"K-Kagome-" he stuttered, breath shaky as he tried to keep himself in some sort of control.
"Hm?" she asked, feigning innocence as she peeked up at him. One of her hands wrapped around him then, now having propped herself on her elbows to get to the height needed to be comfortable.
"Damnit," he growled through gritted teeth, pushing his hips up against her hand as if begging for her to stroke him. The way she'd situated herself, with one leg outstretched behind her and the other bent at the knee, had her ass propped up so nicely but still covered by the kosode neither of them had bothered to remove.
At last, she was face to face with what she'd been working towards.
With mahogany eyes so full of promise, they peered up at him as she placed that same wet, open-mouthed kiss to the head of him. The tip of her tongue gently flicked against the underside of his cock where the shaft met the head, aiming to keep drawing out the anticipation for as long as possible. No having moved his hand from her hair, Inuyasha couldn't help but tighten his grip, a wanting moan left him. Kagome felt a sense of victory, knowing that she could have him at such a loss for words or coherent thought.
Wanting to hear more, she wrapped her mouth around his cock completely, releasing a hum of contentment of her own as she did so. With the position she'd situated herself in, it was easy for her to take the hand that had been gripping him and run between her own thighs.
Her mouth was like heaven, warm and wet with the added sensation of her tongue circling his head whenever she brought herself up from taking as much as she could. Holding his cock with her other hand, she managed to find the rhythm of moving her head while her fingers circled her own clit. Wet sounds came from her mouth as she continued her motions, his cock becoming slick from her saliva. Gods, she would be the death of him. He felt like his heart was pounding right in his head, grunting and groaning as he watched her, unable to look away if he even dared try, "Kagome - shit. You n-need to stop."
Barely hanging off the edge of the cliff of his desire, he gripped her hair enough to tug her head back. Hearing a popping sound as she was pulled from him, a string of her saliva remained attached to his shaft. A clouded gaze looked up at him, completely overtaken by her need for him. Panting and heady, she whined at the fact that he'd pulled her from him, barely even registering the burn of his grip on her hair.
So desperate they were for one another, that they hadn't even made it to the futon yet, regardless of the fact that it was only a couple feet from them.
Hoisting Kagome to her knees, he pulled her closer to him to catch her lips in a much more hungry kiss. A kiss that had them desiring each other's touch with Inuyasha's hands gripping her waist as Kagome's found his shoulders. Sliding them back to his shoulder blades, she caused his haori and kosode to fall from them. Her hands continued to run down as far as they could before it became uncomfortable, eventually needing to wrap her arms around his neck. Lifting his traps and moving his arms to shrug off the clothes she'd slid from him, Kagome could feel every muscle moving against her arms.
Even as a human, his body held a heat that she happily leeched from.
Purposeful hands gripped the kosode that hung in the dips of her elbows, Inuyasha wanting his wife to be as exposed as he was. As quickly as she could, she unwrapped her arms, one at a time so as not to lose contact with him entirely. All the while, their lips never left one another, keeping them slow but still wielding a sense of desperation in each one.
Strong hands gripped her ass, lifting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Moving one hand to her back, he leaned over, having her hanging from him as he crawled the two of them to the futon. It was then, and only then, that he allowed himself to be without the taste of her lips.
Though his aim was to get them onto it fully, he'd only managed to get her back against it causing him to grip her waist and half toss her up farther onto it. The adjustment had Kagome gasping, having little time to make any sort of remark when she realized her husband hadn't followed her. Instead, he remained between her thighs, only sitting up enough that he could tug on the waistband of her underwear, "You're lucky I ain't got any claws, or this'd be torn to shreds," he warned, low and husky with that signature gravel in the low end of his tone. Instead, he simply continued sliding them down and off her legs before tossing them over his shoulder aimlessly.
"You wouldn't dare," she replied with a feigned sense of threat, though it didn't hold up much considering the circumstance. Inuyasha only gave her a challenging smirk, basically asking her to make a bet with him the next time he had claws.
With force, he wrapped his arms around her thighs from underneath before tugging her closer to him, though still keeping her on the futon. The sudden jolt had the woman beneath him give off a yelp, feeling both exposed and surprised. Keeping his right arm wrapped around her thigh, he brought his head closer to her core. Usually, he was practically drooling from the scent of her and now would have been no different if his nose were the same. She was glistening with the slick of her yearning, making it hard for him to keep himself restrained - a sight only he had the privilege to see, only he had the privilege to cause.
Taking his index and middle finger, Inuyasha watched as they slid within her effortlessly. Feeling how tight she was just with two fingers, it amazed him that she was able to take any more than that.
"Mnuh! Inu...yasha!" she preened, only to release a much louder cry as his mouth descended onto her, "Uhn! Yes!" she moaned, reaching for the hand that rested in the crook of her pelvis, arm wrapped around her thigh. The touch of her hand against his had him immediately lacing their fingers together, holding her hand as he continued to lick and suckle against her clit. All the while, he began a very deliberate movement with his fingers, sliding them in and up before pulling out and repeating the same thing.
The pressure of her hips pressing against his mouth only made him want to go harder, fingers picking up their pace as he flicked his tongue against her clit.
His mouth was like a god, bringing her closer and closer to nirvana as his mouth made crude, wet noises in his efforts to bring her to her peak. He didn't just use his tongue or his lips, he used every part of his mouth to ensure that she wasn't able to think of anything but him.
Arching her back off the futon, she realized just how close he'd brought her to that point and quickly. The grip on his hand tightened, the other reaching over her head and gripping the futon beneath her, "Inuyasha! Inu-" she went quiet for a moment, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she climbed up further and further until she rocketed down the other side. A hitched cry left her as a full-body shudder coursed through every nerve in her body.
The rush of her orgasm coated his tongue and fingers, groaning and humming against her core as he felt her writhe against him. Mouth ever relentless, he continued his ministrations until she begged him to stop, only then pulling away with a grin of pride, "Fuck, even now you taste good."
Pulling his fingers from her, he sucked them clean in the hopes of getting every last drop of her he could get. Kagome barely noticed, thighs collapsing in on each other when he released his hold. An arm was draped over her eyes as if she were afraid to open them. Both of them were panting, but Inuyasha wasn't done with her yet - they still had plenty of time until morning.
Climbing over her, he practically covered her completely by their size difference. Holding himself up on one arm, he used the other to first spread her thighs for him to comfortably situate himself between and then used the same hand to pull her arm from her face shortly after. He could see why she'd hidden her gaze from him, seeing just how completely lost she was in their shared euphoria, "Inuyasha..." she whimpered, voice weak from her constant moaning, "It's...too much..."
Like hell it was. He knew she'd taken more and for much longer.
"We're not done, Kagome." The words themselves could have been taken as aggressive, but the way he'd said them, almost gentle and more so coaxing. It only seemed more that way as he dropped to his elbow, turning his arm for her to rest her head on the fore of it. It brought him closer to her, Kagome happily sinking into the added touch. With that same arm, the hand attached was free, managing to take Kagome's within it.
He needn't a hand to guide him, his cock sliding into her effortlessly as he pushed his hips forwards. Sheathing himself to the base, he couldn't help but give out a long, low groan as his wife turned her head to the side with a whimper, "It's...I'm-" There was no coherent thought, no proper words that she could string together, "Nuh! Full!"
His hips began a slow, gyrating motion but still enough to pull himself out of her completely before pushing back in, "Kagome - oh fuck." All he could do was rest his forehead against her shoulder, continuing that same slow rotation of his hips, making sure he pushed in every last inch of him before pulling out to the head, "I can't believe you're mine," he finally managed to say through heated breaths.
"I'm yours. Every part of me," she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in closer, "Yours."
He'd been sitting at the edge of the abyss for too long, already feeling the building heat in his core that was soon to explode. Her words only encouraged it.
Digging his head in the crook of her neck, he released a hitched groan from deep in his chest. A release that had come after a few quicker, more erratic thrusts. Kagome could feel how he tensed against her, his grip on her hand holding much more tightly and he spilled every last drop of himself into her. Through every aftershock, he kept himself pressed into her completely while both of them struggled to regulate their breathing.
Somehow, without him realizing, he'd kicked off his hakama completely, leaving both of them equally as nude.
When his mind returned to his body, he pressed gentle kisses to her collarbone and throat, receiving desperate whimpers in return, "Inuyasha...my body-" it was oversensitive, every nerve within her being on high alert. Turning her head towards him with his free hand, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips with Kagome easily returning it.
Resting his head on her chest, he closed his eyes, listening to the racing of her heart with a smug grin, "We still have hours before the sun comes up," he mused, hearing Kagome's whine of refusal.
"You won't have a wife if we keep going," she teased, taking her free hand and running her fingers through the inky blackness of his hair, "Did I tire you out enough to sleep?"
A scoff was his immediate response, lifting his head to peer up at her before giving a smirk, "Takes more than that to wear me out, woman. I may be human, but doesn't matter much when I know it's you who'll be the one screamin' for me."
"How romantic," the sarcasm seeped from her with a lightness to it.
As resistant as she was towards his offer of another round, she couldn't help but whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled from her to lie on his back. That same arm was beneath her head, pillowing it as their hands remained together.
They lay there in silence for a minute, simply panting and trying to catch their breath as they basked in the afterglow of it all. Eventually, though, Inuyasha curled his arm towards him, causing Kagome to roll towards him and end up with her head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, making it easier for the two of them to remain holding hands.
How Kagome didn't manage to pass out after that, Inuyasha didn't know, though she'd been close once or twice. And when the sun climbed over the horizon, she only had to blink to see her husband in his normal form. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to sleep, only hoping that he did the same.