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Chapter Nine

Confusing Thoughts….

Every day now, Kagome was distracted. Her thoughts were scattered, and her heart was confused. Worst of all, she felt things she shouldn't be feeling, not for Inuyasha.

He was a good man, a great one. It was easy to see why any woman would fall in love with him. But who was she? A poor daughter of a Shogun who was forced upon him. She wasn't the woman he wanted. For whatever reason, he was denied the woman he loved, and it was clear that irked him greatly. Every time she uttered the woman's name his response was nothing short of irritation. Of course, hearing the name of the woman he loved from the lips of the woman he had no say about would upset.

It was her fault he was forever parted from Kikyo.

With all of that in her mind constantly, she still found herself meeting Inuyasha whenever she could day after day—joining him for lunch, strolling through the gardens, shopping at the market, sneaking off to a dark corner to embrace passionately done every day.

Today, they took a short ride together as Inuyasha taught Kagome how to ride a horse. They didn't go fast or far, but he still led them to a beautiful field. It was vast and full of wild and bright flowers. Kagome held the small bundle in her hands now, the one Inuyasha had picked in a quick grasp and handed to her. Even without taking the time to choose carefully, the field was mixed with color, and the offering looked the same.

Kagome struggled at first, kissing her husband when she knew she was only hurting herself. But as the days went by it became more and more natural. Till now, when it was like breathing, she needed it. And in the field today, Kagome didn't hesitate, wrapping her arms around his waist and lifting her face skyward. It was all she could do when standing with Inuyasha and he towered over her, blocking the sun. His face was hidden, but she knew he was smiling. She felt it when his lips pressed to hers.

No matter what they did that day, play, work, or argue -which they did frequently and with angry passion- Inuyasha still dug his fingers deep into her hair and pulled her intensely into him. And almost always, when they pulled apart, he whispered with harsh desperation against her lips, "I want to make love to you right now".

She always gave him the same answer, "tonight".

Which was why Kagome told herself she was fidgeting near her door, waiting for the sun to set. Sango was fiddling too. Perhaps it was contagious?

"Kagome. You will be...that is to say….you are not sleeping in...here tonight, correct?"

It was the same question Kagome had been asked for a few weeks now. And each time she was sure Sango blushed just as profoundly as she did. "Correct."

"Then...I shall escort you to Lord Tashio's quarters…."

"And free yourself of any other obligation to me for the evening."

Kagome said this, hoping Sango didn't linger too near. Her husband was quite passionate and wild, and she willingly met his enthusiasm. Even if she tried, she was sure she would fail at refusing him.

What would that look like? If she told Inuyasha no? It was hard to tell, given that she'd never had the thought before. Would he listen to her commands? She was uncertain as part of her was sure he would never hurt her, but another part told her he might lack the ability. Kagome may not be the woman he loved and truly wanted, but she was the one to satisfy him almost nightly. The nights Kagome didn't weren't due to inability; it was because they didn't make love every night. Some nights, Inuyasha just took her to bed and held her all night.

These were the thoughts that raged through her mind, finding herself staring at Inuyasha's bed without noticing her arrival. Sango was gone, too; Kagome had truly been lost in thought. Nevertheless, she still didn't jump when two large hands wrapped around her shoulders, slowly gliding down to her elbows before wrapping firmly around her waist.

"Kagome." He said into her hair, his face pressed against it.

Tonight wasn't going to be spent cuddling; that much was clear.

oOo

Kagome was still moaning softly, quivering inside as she finished coming when Inuyasha pulled his cock out of her and sat back. He had gotten free of her hold, which had been on his free and wild locks so now she gripped the sheets in a death hold as she tried to regain control.

Panting for so long made her dizzy, so she struggled to understand when her feet appeared next to her head.

Looking down, Kagome found Inuyasha staring intently at her with her thighs spread wide. "I can see inside you. See you convulse. Are you still coming, Kagome?"

"N..n..no." She didn't like him looking so close, feeling his breath on her skin as he hovered.

Inuyasha's thick tongue licked slowly up her inner thigh, causing her to whimper. "You're not? Are you sure?"

Kagome quickly turned her head away, closing her eyes tight to such an erotic sight and nodding her head. Kagome had to squeeze them even harder when Inuyasha slowly entered her again, taking his time while she pulsed around him, coming again. Biting her knuckles did nothing to stop her gasp or the moan that followed.

Inuyasha fell over her, keeping her legs pinned between their bodies. His hair tickled her chest and arms, so she reached up and grabbed it again. Trapped, she couldn't move to meet him; Inuyasha would be doing all the work in this position. Something he was pleased about, grinning from ear to ear.

"So responsive tonight. Are you enjoying it?"

Kagome nodded again as she spoke. "Yes."

It came out like another whimper, unable to stop herself from feeling too much tonight. Kagome tried not to come every time they had sex because it took anywhere from four to seven times to satisfy Inuyasha. So far, it took seven times twice. Once, Myouga had agitated him with news of an attack on a village at the far end of the province. The second was when she upset him, an argument about her giving a few townsmen advice on hygiene that turned into her bringing up Kikyo. It was the middle of the day, but Inuyasha didn't wait, carrying her back from the village over his shoulder like a child.

Since Inuyasha only came with her, she had little choice. Not like she could stop it either. Tonight was worse than usual, her body feeling like it was on fire.

With her legs practically behind her head, it left her husband's seed inside her from before. Kagome could feel and hear it as it sloshed around, their sixth time that night and Inuyasha was being rough. Something was bothering him, and since it wasn't her, it had to be something terrible.

What little wits she had about herself were burned away, feeling her walls constrict and her body throb. Inuyasha grunted but didn't stop, dropping his hips down on her over and over, their skin slapping as it met hard.

Kagome pulled hard on his hair, and he bit down on her shoulder, coming together.

The most she could do was run her fingers through his hair, her whole body limp and tingly. Inuyasha released her legs but was still hard inside her. "What's wrong, my Lord?"

He sat up on his elbow, searching her face curiously. "My wife knows me so well." At the same time, her hands slipped from his scalp to the ends of his strands and waited. "Another town was attacked. Many were injured and killed."

"So you will be leaving again?"

Slowly, a smile pulled in the side of his mouth, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "No. I've sent a few good men that way. But those who attacked are long gone. And they are getting closer. It won't be long now before they hit close to us, and I need to be here when they do."

His hand went down her cheek to her shoulder, pulling her gently onto her side as he rolled to his. Lazily, she held his face in her hands. "It vexes you, not being able to stop these people."

"I regret...not killing him in the Devil's Pass." His eyes went from her mouth to her eyes, intensely staring as if waiting for her objections. "I'm not going to hesitate this time, Kagome. Next time I'm face to face with that bastard, I'm going to kill him."

The man he spoke of was the one she'd met as well. The man that nearly killed her husband right before her eyes. There was little Kagome liked to discuss less than that man, yet she forced herself to continue. "Your people will want answers. A face with the crimes committed. If you simply kill him, they will have no means to move on. He should receive a trial and public execution."

He was staring at her again, watching her for any kinks in her chain. "Are you in need of means? Do you need to move on?"

Her own eyes danced from his mouth to his eyes as he spoke, a grin growing as she considered it. "No. I have my means right here. I won against him when I stopped him from killing you."

The moan Inuyasha released against her mouth was loud as he pressed hard against her. Kagome giggled at his eagerness and when he nipped at her lips playfully—but then moaned when he continued his nibbling lower. There was little doubt her cries weren't heard by others in the villa when he sucked hard on her nipple, rolling her other breast around in his palm.

He pulled back, not releasing her skin from his mouth and stretching it out. But then he fell back, nuzzling the skin between. "I'm sorry, but I want more. And I want to be rough."

Kagome wondered if Inuyasha could feel her heart start to pound with excitement against his cheek. "As you wish, my Lord."

oOo

Inuyasha was bruising her. Long, finger-shaped marks on her hips as he held her tight. Kagome was on her hands and knees before him, moaning into the mattress, while he dented her womb with his cock.

She was hiccuping again because he was pounding her so hard she couldn't even finish a single moan before getting cut off by another. Their fluids were mixed up inside her, making her already slick cunt slippery. All while hugging him tight no matter how he moved. Inuyasha kept getting sucked back in.

Kagome was practically feverish, so hot inside and out. Part of that was the air, warm and heavy with moisture. It made her hair curl even more with the sweat on her back.

Bending over her, he licked up her spine, tasting her salt. Kagome's response was to wiggle her hips against his, the sound of their skin popping as it met and the sloshing wetness between her legs mingled with her voice. It made for a beautiful chorus that he couldn't get enough of.

This position allowed him to watch her curls bounce on her neck and back but nothing else. So he reached down and pulled her up, getting her to her knees. Then he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back until it lay on his shoulder. So now Kagome was arched back on his chest, and Inuyasha could see all of her.

A breast in one hand, he placed the other on her lower belly, his fingertips pushing on her folds. "Put your hand...on top of mine, Kagome…." She did as told, one hand on each of his. "Can you...feel it? Feel me...as I move inside you?"

He moved his hand, so hers was on her skin. "Y..yyes."

"You're so wet...and tight...you want me here...don't you?" She nodded. "Tell me..tell me how you want me…."

"I...I want...you…."

Pushing her hand out of his way, he pressed hard on the little pebble between her legs. Kagome squealed a little, controlling herself as much as she could while her insides became slicker.

"I want you...Kagome. God...you feel...so good. My cock...fits your cunt...perfectly…."

Every time Inuyasha said things like that, she tightened, flexing and quivering around him. He was no expert, no Casanova. He had women before, and it had been nice. They made it easy for him, rolling over and offering up their hindquarters. There was little he did by means of making them come; they just did, usually by rocking themselves on top of him. Kagome was the first woman he ever wanted to try and truly please. Inuyasha wanted her in every position possible. And he wanted to touch every inch of her. So whenever he found something new about her body, he exploited it.

Kagome's hands left herself and flew behind his head, grabbing his hair in her fists. Inuyasha loved it when she grabbed or played with his hair, but he loved it the most when she did it as she came. Because she lost herself entirely and didn't worry about hurting him, it told him how he truly made her lose her mind because no way would Kagome ever pull his hair as hard as she was now.

Breasts heaving, walls shuttering, and hair tugging Kagome was coming. There was no stopping either of them; their bodies were in control. Heat poured out of him, pleasure singing in his bones even as he stopped moving to let Kagome pulse around his tip and milk him dry. She was exquisite, sweat gleaming on her porcelain skin while ebony locks curled gracefully around her breasts.

He grabbed Kagome's face and turned it towards his, molding her mouth to his just as he had molded her cunt to his cock.

It was over now, the blood draining from his loins in a manner that only Kagome could do to him. Their record was seven which they broke tonight, slowly flopping to the bed after their ninth lovemaking.

Kagome had kept up, as usual, being just as insatiable as he was. Inuyasha may never know if she kept up out of her desire or simply to please him. But when she got up and wobbled over to her clothes, his guilt mixed with his pride.

"It's a warm night; you have no need for clothes, Wife."

Already on her shoulders, Kagome kept her back to him as she tied her yukata around herself. "What if a maid comes in before I wake tomorrow? Or an advisor needs you in the middle of the night?"

"Then they would have been already. The night is nearly over, Kagome."

Falling back hard on the bed, she showed her fatigue. "Then instead of arguing, we should be sleeping."

He chuckled, pulling her to him, so her back was against his chest. The thin cotton of her robe soaked up her sweat quickly, soaking his up as well—yet another mingling of their juices.

Kagome was already snoring softly. It wasn't the first time he had watched her sleep, and it wouldn't be the last. A soft smile graced her plump, red lips, swollen from his attacks to them, and the rest of her face was slack with peace. Carefully, Inuyasha pulled a strand that was struck to her forehead off and placed it with the rest, whispering a few things to her that he didn't dare say while she was awake. Like how he hoped their children got her kindness and beautiful smile.

His hold on her was tight, but she never complained or pulled away, letting him wrap around her all night. Or all morning depending on when they got to sleep. And he needed it, feeling restless unless he knew she was safe in his arms—an undeniable fear at the base of his spine that he could lose her.

Quickly swiping Kagome's hair up and out of his way, Inuyasha rested his face against the back of her neck. She smelled so fucking amazing, but he had no clue what the smell was. There was no comparison; it was just uniquely Kagome. Just like everything about the woman in his arms, no one would ever compare.

He tried to kick it off, whatever the hell it was grabbing his foot. But no matter what he did, it caught him again.

"My Lord…"

At some point, he had nodded off and now opened his eyes to Kagome's slumbering face before him. Glancing away from the beautiful sight, he was underwhelmed at the view of Myouga at the foot of his bed.

Nothing could wake Kagome, especially after making her come so many times. So even though it was difficult, he had no worries about getting his arm out from under her. And he still made Myouga head outside the room before speaking, pulling on a pair of loose slacks along the way.

"What is it?!" He did little to hide his irritation, still half asleep as it was.

"I'm afraid there's been another attack, my Lord."

"What? But they just…."

"It's worse; they attacked at the edge of town…."

"They did what?!"

"And they targeted the homes...of the men we sent off."

He felt sick because he didn't even need to ask; all those left at home unguarded were now dead. And they would all be women and children. "How many?"

"Three women and six children."

Using the wall next to him, he kept himself from falling over, his nausea making him feel weak and dizzy for a moment. "I should have protected them…."

"It's too late for that, sir. We need to take action now."

Myouga was right; this was not the time for self wallowing. "Get a few men and Miroku. We will go to the homes that were attacked first. Help bury the dead."

"Should we not head after those responsible?"

"Not before our own responsibilities. Besides, they will come to us. It's only a matter of time now. And find Sango; I want her by Kagome's side before I leave!"

The bastard from the mountain pass was, after all, he had for whatever reason. And he would do whatever he could to get it, even if it meant killing innocent and defenseless patrons of his lands.

Ducking back inside his room, he allowed himself a few short minutes at Kagome's side. Damn, and he'd just told her he wasn't leaving again. At least he wouldn't be far this time. And sure to come back on his own.

Kagome stirred a little as he leaned over her, pressing his lips to her forehead for a long heartbeat or two. Then, a small but happy sigh released from her lips, and it caused a smile to grow on his face. Even in dark times like this, she still brightened his day.

It was the knock at his door that broke him out of his revelry, getting lost in his thoughts as he stared at his wife's face.

Sango stood at the ready, a little worse for wear compared to her usual composure. They never did talk much since she walked in on him post-coital with Kagome. A small respectful bow and nothing else, she took his place at Kagome's side, and he left to face hell itself.

It was going to be a very long day.

oOo

The homes attacked had been scorched, set, and left ablaze in the middle of the night. It was how they killed those inside, not even brave enough to face those they murdered. They attacked those on the edge of town, far from other homes to come to their rescue, and lacking a warrior inside; they lit the house on fire starting with all the doors. Some homes only had one, but they were all ash now, burning the longest.

Neighbors were helping to put out any remaining flames and carry charred bodies out. Pained anger was held all around, clear on everyone's face. If they felt as Inuyasha did, then they were in agony. His people were killed nearly under his nose.

And Inuyasha still had to tell the men that their families were dead.

"Miroku, send someone to collect the men of the fallen. They should be relieved and brought back home for the burial."

Nothing more was said as Miroku set off to do as ordered. He felt stuck as they all waited, a thickness growing in his throat and chest. It was hard to think of anything else, imagining how he would feel if he was in their place and something happened to Kagome? Inuyasha wouldn't blame any of them for losing their minds with grief and anger. Or if any of their anger was aimed at him.

The sun was high, and the fires were out when the men returned. The looks on their faces said they already knew what to expect. But it did nothing for the men or those around when they broke, screams like broken animals at the sight of their homes. Not because of the building, but because of the loved ones they left inside. If there was anything Inuyasha wished for, it was that he could spare the men from seeing the burnt remains of the ones they loved. However, that was their right, and they each took it upon themselves to help bury their loved ones.

The funerals were short, everyone in shock. Looking around, Inuyasha was surprised not to see Kagome. Always there for the townspeople, they had all grown to love her as much as he did. A pillar of the community, he found it strange...and then worrisome.

A few voices called out to Inuyasha when he jumped on his horse and took off. They were a few short minutes from his home by horse, but he felt as if it was an eternity before he saw his gates. And even longer to approach them as they stood open wide instead of locked as they should be.

Bodies. More bodies to bury were across Inuyasha's grounds. But he couldn't stop, not yet, not until he found Kagome. Never did he consider himself a man of strong faith. But, that didn't stop him from praying, begging anyone that would listen that his wife was alright and safe. With the damage to his people and his home he continued to pass, it seemed impossible to believe anything, but more carnage would meet him.

Inuyasha had left her in his room, so he checked there first. He found no solace or change in his anxiety when she wasn't there. Kagome could be anywhere; there was no way to tell when the attack happened, only that it hadn't been too long after he left. The bodies were beginning to smell in the hot sun.

Voices called out, telling Inuyasha he was no longer alone, but he ignored them. He was a man on a mission, and he would not rest until he was satisfied. Whether that was to seek vengeance against the men who entered his home or solace in the arms of the woman he loved, he would not stop until he found it.

Kagome's quarters were empty as well, untouched. The entire house lacked signs of her; neither Kagome nor Sango's body was among the others.

They had taken her.