I do not own Inuyasha and if you think I do then you need to have the crap kicked out of you . . . I do however claim the characters I've created. RR please.

A/N: A nice juicy lemon right in the middle of this chapter. You are fore warned, so enjoy.

Silver hair fluttered in the air as the wind whipped about him. His empty somber eyes gazed at the great God tree that stood before him. His palm rested on the trunk, his fingers grazing the jagged outline where rough bark met smooth wood. He moved his hand up further on the tree's scarred surface, finding the small crevice. "Here," he said, pushing a clawed digit into the hole, "I was trapped, . . . no sealed, here." As he pulled his palm away, his fuzz-covered ears that adorned the top of his head twitched to the sound of approaching footsteps.

The brass rings of his staff chimed lyrically with each footfall the Buddhist monk made, stopping when he came to stand by his friend and ally, Inuyasha. The folds of his priestly vestments shifted as he rolled his shoulders, trying to dispel some of the stress that had been weighing him down for the past several years. "Have you remembered anything else?"

The young half demon tipped his head down, his bangs falling to hide his dark amber eyes. Shaking his head he asked, "why can't I remember what happened, Miroku?"

Miroku let out a low breath. "I had hoped you would answer that question for me. Tell me, Inuyasha, what is the last thing you remember?"

"I was running through this forest," he began, nodding his head to the surrounding trees. "I had just came form the village and the priestess, Kikyo, attacked me, sealing me to this tree. She said I had 'betrayed' her," he growled, suddenly angry. "Why would she say that when she was the one that nearly killed me?" Inuyasha clenched his fists, digging his claws into the flesh of his callused palms, making them bleed. Miroku raised his hands, trying to sooth his temperamental friend. Once the silver haired hanyou had calmed, the two walked through the forest, headed toward the village.

"Do you know how long you were sealed to the that tree?"

The monk was answered with silence.

"Fifty years."

Inuyasha repeated the monk's words, breathing them out as if the wind had been forced from his lungs. "Then that would make Kikyo an old woman by now."

"Yes, had she lived long enough. You see, fifty years ago, the priestess was attacked and fatally wounded by the vile demon Naraku, disguised as you, Inuyasha. It had taken all her strength to try and reap her revenge against the person she was tricked into thinking had betrayed her, thus sealing you to the God tree."

"Why would he want to kill Kikyo?"

"Naraku coveted a jewel known as the Shikon no Tama, which was entrusted to Kikyo. However, before he could claim the jewel, it was burned with her corpse. Since then, Naraku had been in hiding, rarely emerging from the shadows to stir up trouble. Fifty years later, you were freed from the God tree and fate has slowly brought us together. And now, for the past six years, we have ventured on to collect the many fragments of the Shikon no Tama which was incidently shattered shortly after you were release from Kikyo's spell, by the same person who had freed you."

Miroku lead his hanyou friend to a small clearing where an old battered well jutted out from the ground. Deep paths were worn into the mossy grass, leading from the well to the village they now called home. Inuyasha approached the decaying ruin of a dried up well, placing his clawed hands on the warped and rotting wood, peering inside.

Memories slowly leaked into his mind, flooding his brain, of a girl he could not place, but yet was so familiar. Memories of her fighting along side him and others of her tending to his wounds and more still of her snuggled against him, cradled in his arms, finding solace in each other's company. With these memories came thoughts and emotions he was not yet ready to handle. Feelings that made his chest tightened and his heart race, pumping his boiling red blood through his veins. Inuyasha tucked these memories away, saving them for later when he could ponder them alone. Later when he had time. Later when he was ready to face these new emotions. Just . . . later.

Keeping his face stoic and his voice void of any of the emotions that were raging within him, he quietly asked, "who is she?"

Rough bark scratched and nipped at the sensitive flesh of her bare chest as she was harshly pushed into the unyielding surface, pinned to the tree by her demon lover. Her hair was pulled to the side, his warm breath stirring the hairs on her delicate neck. His voice echoed in her ears as he whispered sweet nothings to her, causing the knot in the pit of her stomach to tighten and her knees to weaken.

A pale clawed hand moved to cup her womanhood, his thumb idly combing the small patch of pubic hair as his middle finger worked skillfully on the hidden pearl of pleasure that lay just beyond her wet swollen lips. She bucked into his hand, causing his teasing finger to delve deep inside her.

He heard her whimper as he pulled his hand away, wanting to taste her nectar that was now smeared on his fingers and palm, growling at how sweet she tasted on his tongue. The low rumble in his chest vibrated against the soft smooth flesh of her back, making her groan and grind her hips into his, reminding him of his task he had yet to complete. He answered her thrust with one of his own, his engorged member reminding her that he had yet to forget said task.

He wrapped his lone arm around her once more, trailing his sharp and deadly claws up from her waist to the valley between her quickly rising and falling breasts to her slender neck leaving white-lined scratches in their wake. Her head fell back allowing him better access to her neck and shoulder, tempting him to do more then leave mere kisses and teasing nips behind.

Sesshoumaru slowly entered her from behind, willing himself to be gentle as to not harm his human lover. A reflexive gasp escaped her lips only to be followed by a pleased groan as he began shallow thrusts. As the pace quickened, the knot in her stomach tightened painfully causing soft whimpers and pleads for him to go faster, to go deeper.

Sesshoumaru was lost in her tight depths. His face unmasked, his unseeing eyes barely open to the outside world. He raked his fangs across the tender flesh of her shoulder, mere will keeping him from sinking his teeth into her and staking his claim upon her.

The tip of his fang nicked the fragile flesh, the slight pain only adding to her pleasure as he lapped at the small wound. The metallic coppery taste of her blood on his tongue surged his demonic aura, causing him to thrust deeper inside her and with abandon, even as his legs buckled under the onslaught of pleasure.

Her juices flowed, bathing him in her nectar as she cried out his name. Still, he continued his rampant thrusts. The fingers of his clawed hand twitched, daring him to tighten his grasp around her throat, his claws scraping the delicate skin. A final thrust sent him falling over the edge to drown in a sea of unimaginable pleasure as well as his own cries.

The two collapsed against each other, their spastic shudders proof of their time well spent as well as their energy. Too spent to do anything more, not even to remove himself from her core.

Sesshoumaru continued to lick the small wound he had made, soothing away any lingering pain. He purred contentedly, the rhythmic vibrations lulling her to sleep.

She muttered his name before sleep consumed her. Vaguely aware of him wrapping his arm around her protectively and two simple words whispered in her ear.

"My Kagome."

"Who is she?"

"She's Kikyo's reincarnation."

"Miroku, who is she?"

Miroku sighed at the irritable hanyou. "Her name is Kagome."

"Kagome," he whispered, the name falling from his lips like wax from a burning candle. He savored the name despite the emotions that once again tried to engulf him.

"Come, Inuyasha," the monk said, interrupting the half demon's thoughts and casting them aside. "Let us return home before nightfall."

As they made their way to the edge of the clearing, Inuyasha stole one final glance back at the abandoned well, wishing for something he was unsure he even deserved.

A/N: Well, there you have it. My first hand at writing a full blown out lemon. Please review if you liked it and if you would like to see more in this story. If you didn't like it, tough cause I'll probably be putting more in here any way.