Inu-spired by nartista's art!
Twenty-two years, and four months. That was how long it took Inuyasha to finally sleep through the fucking worst night of the month. He hated that night. With the terrible hearing and the mortal weakness and the loss of scent and power. Did anyone know how having ears migrate from their rightful place at the top of your head down to the utterly stupid place along your jawline feels?
Awful is how it feels.
It was why that night was always sleepless. Because it allowed Inuyasha to wallow, rightly, like he wanted. He got to woe is me in misery and know that he truly and completely was the most miserable person in the entire universe.
Then he met Kagome Higurashi.
"How did you not tell me that I get both tall, dark and handsome, and silver god, all in one hot package?" She had giggled the first time he let her in on his human-shaped secret. Then she had kissed him and had run her fingers over the shells of his ears with a wink, adding, "But I think I like these better when they're on top of your head."
He was probably going to marry Kagome Higurashi.
And so, for the first time in his life, Inuyasha slept. He did so under protest, by whining as loudly and audibly as Kagome would let him, but then she'd guided his head into her lap. She stroked his hair with one hand and read some random book with the other and, well, it just happened.
It was embarrassing. What if some wayward demon had broken into their house and attacked them and he was sleeping and he was human?!
"Wayward attacking demons went the way of the ronin, Inuyasha," Kagome had deadpanned. "Decorative, in tales and in movies and myths… not actually roving countrysides looking to slaughter innocents."
"But… I need to protect you!" Inu instincts hadn't gone extinct with the changing of the times, thankyouverymuch.
"And you do a wonderful job of that! Now go to sleep and you'll wake up at sunrise feeling a million times better," Kagome asserted; Inuyasha only barely caught Kagome's continued murmur (mostly to herself), comparing Inuyasha's human night to the 'man flu', whatever the fuck that was.
Finally, he gave in. What could he do? His nose was nearly nestled in his favorite place in the universe, and Kagome's fingers contained some sort of witch magic that with a single stroke could down a dog demon and make him purr (if that demon was actually a half-demon named Inuyasha).
He slept soundly on his human night. Really, really soundly.
All because Kagome was tired of his self-loathing human night shit.
What neither of them predicted, of course, was the grand consequence of this change in routine.
Kagome had only herself to blame for it, honestly.
She was the one who insisted that Inuyasha get a good night's sleep, rather than sitting anxiously, watching the minutes of the clock tick forward.
Turned out that half-demons who got to sleep through human nights woke up refreshed. Rejuvenated. Energized.
And horny.
Because a rekindling of the senses from dull to sharp, a sparking of power that stretched back into Inuyasha's demon limbs, begged to be released.
And Kagome smelled delicious.
Did she know that she smelled delicious?
Hell, it was why her witchcraft had managed to get him to fall asleep on that cursed night in the first place.
The jolt of electricity that signaled his yōki's return was his alarm clock: alerting him to the return of the sun. His body parts returned to where they were supposed to be: triangular ears to the top of his head, fingernail back into claws, and blunted teeth back into the fangs he knew Kagome loved.
Then came the eyesight, the hearing, and the smell.
That was his favorite part: the way the world he was experiencing brightened again.
On this particular new moon morning, Inuyasha woke up in a particularly good mood. He could hear Kagome (his love) in the kitchen; she was tapping her foot and sipping coffee. And better? He could smell Kagome; the normally soothing scent that put him out like a light had regained all its intricate and delectable notes.
Wait. There was something else too.
Was that… spice that his little minx was producing?
What could possibly be causing that scent so early in the morning?
Clearly Inuyasha was wearing too many clothes for the best part of being a half-demon again. The part where his beautiful and understanding girlfriend was already waiting for him to… work off that new moon hangover with some very, very fun morning activities. Ones that involved no clothing and lots and lots of wonderful scents and tastes.
And her tapping foot and her spicy scent were telling him that she was in the living room, waiting for him.
Sunrise after human night had already been one of his favorite times, but now? Now? With his sexy little lady anticipating his hunger, eagerly awaiting him? There was no fucking comparing.
Inuyasha tore off the covers and smirked as he looked down at himself. Sleeping in the nude sure did have its advantages, one of which at that very moment was not ripping his clothing off like an animal in heat (which… was pretty close to what he was).
Inuyasha stalked out of the bedroom, toward his prey. Toward his minx.
"Ohhhh, Ka—go—me…" Was that a stutter in her breath he detected? Another spike in her spicy scent? Maybe even a little giggle? This was good. Very, very good. "I have a present for youuuuuu…"
It was a pretty big present. A present that she told him on many, many occasions that she really, really liked. He was close; one more turned corner, and he would see her.
"Sounds like someone's in a good mood."
Fucking fuck, she wasn't fair.
There she was, sitting in his leather chair wearing his white shirt (god fuck it would smell like her for weeks) and… a thong. Because Inuyasha really really liked thongs.
Thongs could snap if he needed to make his little minx squeak. They were fun to move ever-so-slightly out of the way if the quickie needed to be sneaky. But they were most fun due to how easy it was to rip them off of a body, their flimsy fabric surrendering to his super half-demon strength in a hurry.
(Inuyasha had nearly asked Kagome if she wanted a thong-of-the-week subscription. She'd scoffed, then accused him of it being more a gift for him than for her—she was of course right.)
"The best mood," Inuyasha purred; he was definitely going to marry Kagome. "You're wearin' my shirt."
"Oh no!" Kagome mocked. "Looks like I need to be punished."
Inuyasha was going to marry Kagome a million times.
His cock was already twitching. It knew what was coming (both of them… both of them would be coming).
"Piano?" Inuyasha suggested.
Kagome giggled again and crossed the room, winked, and leaned forward. Inuyasha's white shirt was not enough to cover the god-blessed perfect ass that she was now wiggling at him.
"Guess you're planning on singin' for me,'' Inuyasha growled, and he stalked over to Kagome. "But first…"
What sort of thong activities would he partake in this morning?
Inuyasha decided it was the best type: the 'select all of the above' type. He lined himself up with Kagome's ass and began to rub his ever-growing cock between her thighs. He left the thong in place for now. It would be moved and it certainly would be torn off, but all in due time.
"The way you smell should be a sin," he murmured, rocking his hips and biting his lip as the friction with the satiny skin of her inner thighs was doing its good work. It wasn't going to be long now.
"You know I love your punishments," Kagome purred back, now rocking her own hips back and forth in congress with Inuyasha. "And by the way, you're not the only one who loves the morning after the new moon."
