A/N Another of my terrible, terrible lemon attempts. I mean first you have to survive the terrible plot attempt for this story.
It's the first part of three parts and the biggest one of them, the rest will be posted sometime next week. Totally share your thoughts with me, otherwise I won't improve and we all know I have lost to improve on.

Pairing: InuKag
Setting: Feudal AU

The Purification Ritual Pt 1

A girl in red and white robe neared a cave located in the side of a steep hill. Her name was Kagome and she was a miko that returned to her home village from a training that had finished just days ago. This was going to be her first big task - actually she had became a miko so she could perform it and make her deeply hidden dreams come true.

She still could hear Kikyou giving her advice in her monotone, uncaring voice. Kikyou was a strong priestess in her prime, able to pin Inuyasha to a tree during the full moon for almost the entire night with only four arrows. Kaede, the oldest of the three priestesses in the valley, was unable to hold him pinned for longer than a handful of hours. Now it was Kagome's time to prove how strong she was, to try and hold him tamed without harming him.

The valley was quite peaceful. with their small village hidden in the vast forest. There was a lake and a river to provide the villagers with water and fish, there were many animals to hunt and the earth was rich, allowing for decent crops. They lived in peace, fearing no bandits or youkai, because of Inuyasha.

He was a powerful hanyou that considered the valley his territory. He wasn't hostile towards humans, but he was grumpy and quite a loner. Many feared him or were disgusted by his mixed blood, but all in the village were aware of the fact that his presence - and good will - was necessary for them. Without the hanyou the forest would be crawling with youkai and poor farmers would have no chance against bandits.

But - as with all good things in life - there was a catch.

The full moon night when the youkai blood in Inuyasha boiled and caused him to assume a full youkai form. He was dangerous during that night, predictable and violent as his youki went rabid and he held no control over himself. At best he merely scared the game and caused some minor damage to the buildings, fields and livestock; at worst he harmed humans, usually going after the outsiders, especially men. No trader came to stay at the village for the full moon nigh, preferring to camp outside of the valley if they had to. To Kagome's knowledge so far Inuyasha hadn't killed any of the villagers, but many of his victims had ended up with broken limbs or ribs, not mentioning bruises and cuts. There were also rumors of some bandits found a decade ago, all maimed beyond recognition after they had tried to sack the village during a full moon night. According to the rumor, they had been screaming for quite a while.

That was why the miko were so important to the village. They were to not only perform the usual duties of a priestess, but also had to protect the village during that dangerous night each month. The community didn't want him gone, since he was usually a good ally to have in the dark and troubled times. Kaede had used to play games with him making him chase illusions for the entire night, but nowadays she wasn't that strong anymore. From what Kagome knew Inuyasha had been annoyed at her tricks, but not enough to cease his protection of the village.

Kikyou usually hunted him every evening of the full moon night and pinned him to a tree with a bunch of sacred arrows, that would erode into dust before dawn. Sometimes it'd be enough to last until sunrise, sometimes she had to repeat the process - and she didn't really care if she pinned him by his clothes or flesh since he'd heal in hours anyway. In the past few years since Kikyou was a miko responsible for dealing with him, Inuyasha became more rude, unkind and almost hostile towards the village, so it was safe to say that he didn't enjoy Kikyou's way of doing things. The villagers were all afraid of what the future held for them, it was clear that there should be a change of the miko in charge of dealing with the hanyou.

So, when Kagome came back, the headman and the elders had been elated to learn from her that she was not only wiling to assume this position, but also that she had a plan that should put the village back in the good graces of the hanyou. With Kaede's blessing to Kagome, Kikyou had had no choice but to relinquish her position. If Kagome could tame the rabid hanyou, Kikyou would have to leave the village to find a community that would need her set of skills.

Kagome hoped her plan would work, that she could perform the ritual and that the hanyou would be willing to be her partner in that. She wanted it for many reasons, one of which being that she disliked her arrogant cousin and wanted her as far from the hanyou as possible. Inuyasha was a victim of his youkai blood as much as the ones hurt by him in his youkai form. He didn't deserve to be treated like a rabid dog. And, well, she'd been waiting to get to know him better since forever. The real him, not the one from her dreams.

And now Kagome was standing in the entrance to his den, the setting sun behind her back, ready to try another way to purify and tame the wild hanyou. She smiled a bit nervously, hoping that she could do it right, that he would accept her bold proposition and see it for what it was. She shook her head, telling her nervous thoughts to go away, which was pretty easy, because she was also excited. She had to do it, she was a trained priestess, she had spent the last two years training outside of her home village to find a solution and help her kin. And to become the miko who actually tamed the inu hanyou. If - no, when - she succeed she'd be recognized as the stronger than the prideful Kikyou and she'd have one of her deepest wishes fulfilled, on top of doing something good for the village.

She never approved of using arrows against one's allies. Especially when those allies were handsome, cute-eared men who couldn't hold back the transformation. Sure, the past few years Inuyasha wasn't too nice to humans and rarely came closer to the village to actually interact with them, but it was logical that he wasn't trusting them, after all one of them had the habit of hurting him. Kikyou always defended herself that that was the only way, but Kagome always felt that there should be another way.

Now she had the answer to this dilemma, the long ritual to purify his youki enough to keep him in control of himself for the duration of the full moon night, to make sure he wouldn't go feral on the village and be wary of them afterwards. She was a bit anxious, but not afraid. According to the ancient scrolls this had been done with hanyou in the past. A big part of her was excited - this was the moment she had been training for years for - even if a huge part of her training would make most people disgusted by her, because to them a miko should be always pure of mind and body. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory of her solitary hidden training, one as unusual as her way of thinking. Thus was the way to make her dreams come true - and she didn't care that it was selfish, because she also had the good of the village in mind. Just not on the forefront.

Still, some anxiety lingered, because it was going to be like nothing she'd done before. She knew what to do, but it would be her first time actually doing it. She didn't want to turn away, since it was what she wanted, for various reasons, some of them selfish, some altruistic. It was the perfect way to purify his blood lust away and she hoped this time the relationship between the miko and the hanyou would be smooth and lasting. Her cheeks grew hot as she thought about it and her studies done in secrecy in the vast temple library. In her mind she visualized the ritual going according to the record of the similar one in the scroll and her cheeks flushed with excitement of a girl daydreaming. She prayed that after tonight her daydreams would no longer be mere dreams, but reality.

She stepped inside the den, following a short corridor to a pretty big cavern. The place looked more like a regular home than a cave dwelling. There was a small fire with a rabbit slowly cooking over the low flames. There was a barrel with water, a cabinet with plates and cups, a bowl with dishes to wash and a chest that probably stored some other things. And there was, of course, a bedding made of thick furs. The place was dry and more clean than many huts she had visited.

Kagome licked her dry lips and carefully walked towards the barrel. She picked up a ladle and scooped some of the water to drink it. It was cold and refreshing.

"Miko," she flinched in surprise when she heard the gruff voice behind her, the remaining water in the ladle spilling all over the front of her robe. She shivered when the cold liquid ran down her chest. It wasn't her usual clothing, since she had changed in the forest, on her way here. The red and white assemble was now replaced by a yukata reaching to her knees and not thicker than her usual kosode would be.

"Inuyasha," she breathed out and turned around to look where he stood in the entrance to the cave. Her heart was pounding with excitement, adrenaline and anticipation mixed in with anxiety and wonder.

"You're that young miko who came back to the village," the hanyou pointed out. "What's your deal, you have a death wish coming here during the full moon? Where's that bitch with the bow?"

His rich voice betrayed his surprise at seeing her and the hate he felt towards Kikyou.

"Actually," Kagome swallowed, looking straight at him as she put the ladle away. "I'm going to be the miko responsible for making sure the village stays safe during this night. My name's Kagome."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. The sleeves of his red kimono concealed his muscular arms, but Kagome knew pretty well what was hidden under that crimson robe. Years ago, a girl barely over thirteen, she had stumbled upon the hanyou bathing in a hot spring in the forest. She had been lucky not to be spotted and had had her fill of ogling the man now looking at her warily, sunlight making his hair and ears glow. His face was shadowed, only his eyes glimmering with that fascinating yellow of his irises, but she could imagine easily him scowling at her.

Suddenly she felt oddly cold for the hot summer day, the anxiety in her heart rising. What if he didn't agree? What if it went awry? What if... She bit her bottom lip, knowing very well that it was her one and only chance. There was no way she'd come here again if she failed. She came here to perform the ritual, knowing that he'd be wary and that it'd be awkward, at least at first. But she was determined to fight for this, for the chance of happiness for herself, for the safety of the village. She prayed he'd find his happiness in this as well.

"So, where's your bow, miko? Or are you gonna put a light show for me to chase like a stupid mutt?" he growled at her. This noise reminded her that, even as a hanyou, he was unpredictable and dangerous - he was not a human and didn't live according to society laws, which she found alluring. She decided it'd be best to use all the time before the sunset to her advantage and reach some kind of truce with this sane form of the inu. A shiver ran down her spine, it was like trying to move your hand as close to the dancing fire as possible without burning the skin..Was it wrong of her to want this, to play with fire? Maybe it was, maybe no other miko would even consider what she was about to do, but she didn't care. She always wanted to do it, to forge a partnership with the benevolent hanyou that always protected her and her family. She was unlike most girls, speaking her mind and daring to have dreams outside of what others deemed proper. She'd became a miko to voice becoming a wife of a man who wouldn't see her as his equal and to spare Inuyasha the pain of dealing with Kikyou for any month longer.

"I'm not going to seal you or make illusions," Kagome said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Inuyasha was observing her every move when she walked towards the nearest place where she could sit down, the fur-covered bed. She hoped that he could see this as the sign of trust and peaceful intent on her part."I promise, I won't hurt you, Inuyasha. I'm not Kikyou. I studied to find another way to handle your rampant youki and transformations." She sat with her legs folded to the side, shyly tugging at the hem of her robe and blushed when she saw his sight lingering on her bare calves. before he glanced at her face again

"Keh!" he scoffed, but she noticed his posture shifting a bit to a more relaxed one. "So, where's the catch?"

Kagome swallowed. Leave it to Inuyasha to cut to the core of things, asking for the straight answer. She didn't fault him for wanting to know what she wanted to do before he gave in to his youkai. Already she could sense his youki rising, pressing against her as if to assert dominance over her reiki. She hoped that the fact that she wasn't focusing her power was helping in assuring him of her good will.

Still, it was going to be awkward to explain it to him. She had daydreamed about this, but in her dreams it always went smoothly. In her dreams he wasn't towering over her, his eyes scanning her face, his ears perked up. In her daydreams she didn't have to explain it to him. But he deserved to know, she knew about that. He deserved to know and - in the worst case scenario she didn't want to think about - choose not to participate. For this outcome the den would be a good place to put a barrier, so he would stay contained, but not hurt. It wouldn't be perfect, but it would be better than an arrow.

She really hoped he'd agree.

"I'll stay here with you to purify all the excess youki you transfer to me," she said, trying to sound convincing and not like a young girl on the verge of bursting in flames. Yeah, she was bold and feisty for a girl, but she was talking to a man she had been dreaming about for years. He tilted his head and even took a step towards her, confused and intrigued.

"How? Are you stupid enough to let me cut you up with my claws?" he asked, bewildered. Faint stripes started to appear on his cheeks, reminding her that any time now the sun would set.

"There's another way to pass your youki to me, without harming me. And this way my reiki wouldn't harm you," she said, doing her best not to look away, fearing that it'd look suspicious to him. Still, she felt hot as waited for his reply.

He just stared at her for a minute and she moved on the fur, her hands playing anxiously with the ties of her obi. His gaze was drawn to this little movement and his eyes widened before he looked sharply to her flushed face. He looked like he figured out the reason for her odd attire just now, Kagome noticed his cheeks covering in dusting of pink similar to hers. His stripes grew more visible with each passing second. A big part of her wanted to rub them and see if they were sensitive. In her dreams they were.

"What the hell? Are you some kind of an offering from the villagers? A sacrificial lamb for me to chew on?" he growled in aggravation, his youki thick. Kagome bit her bottom lip as he waved a hand in the direction of the village. "No sane girl would allow that to happen if she could say no!"

He was right - most girls would be terrified to even think about this. Most miko would be disgusted and would never think of such a way of managing his youki. Maidens were supposed to be ignorant of such things, pure and obedient to their husbands. But her family had given the world many priestesses and they were always treated with distant respect and awe by everyone. Kagome grew up feisty and untamed, not wanting to be a silent, dumb wife that couldn't express herself in any way.

She supposed that in the eyes of the society she'd be deemed insane for wanting what she wanted. She was smart and stubborn, experiencing cravings her sisters seemed not to know and her friends pretended not to have. It was new and exciting, just like the pressure of hot energy against her skin. The man in front of her was nothing like the males from the village. He was the mononoke of her dreams and she prayed that after tonight he became the mononoke of her life.

"I'm not an offering. The villagers don't know what I want to do. I bet they'd try and stop me. And I am not insane either," she said, finding enough boldness in herself to loosen the collar of her robe. His youki was surrounding her like a hot spring water. "The truth is that I want to do this, to help you and the village. And... To make you my first and only."

It was was hard to utter, but it was true and she wanted him to know, she wanted him to know she wanted him and no one else. Those expressive golden eyes looked at her in shock and wonder as the man just stood there, forgetting to be annoyed or even blink for a moment. His ears lowered. Was it hope shining in those yellow depths?

"You... You can't say it for real," his voice was thick with emotions Kagome couldn't name. She offered him an apologetic smile and felt her cheeks heating up even more. She knew how unbecoming it was to harbor such selfish desire - her, a miko, wanting to lay with a man and using this ritual to achieve that. She told herself, that she also wanted to keep the village safe and to help him, that it wasn't all just for herself. Most village women often pretended not to feel lust, but Kagome was nothing if not honest with herself. And with him, she decided to be truthful, even if it was embarrassing. He deserved to know, he deserved to have a choice. It was just fair.

"I am. I know it's selfish and maybe it'd be better to first let you know me, but I can't stand Kikyou bragging how she pins you to a tree another time. It must be humiliating and you don't deserve that. And, as I said, I am doing it, because I want to. I... I always wanted to... And... I..."

"You... Won't regret?" he asked after a second. Kagome shook her head.

"I won't, as long as you agree to get to know me and maybe next month..." she gasped when she felt a wave of youki wash over her. It was hot and potent, it took her by surprise and almost pushed the air from her lungs. It crashed against her and teased her reiki, but she managed to keep her power from rising. When she looked towards the man she saw that he was no longer hanyou - the full moon night started.

"Inuyasha?" she whispered. He didn't reply. In his blazing eyes looking at her she saw lust and danger, a shiver ran down her back and her hands trembled when she pulled at the knot of her obi to undo it. The blood red eyes of the predator pinned her down and she swallowed hard, knowing how lethal he could get and how intense the ritual could be. She'd daydreamed about him looking at her that way. about his youki washing over her in those wild waves.

Was it wrong that she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine?

She gasped when claws tore the obi and shredded the robe on her body. A calloused hand pressed against her, pushing her to lie on the furs, and she submitted, her eyes fluttering shut. She still could feel the hot gaze of the youkai running up and down her body as she rested upon his bedding.

He was inspecting her, hot puffs of air against her sensitive skin indicating he was sniffing her. She remained in the prone position, her head turned to show her throat. If he accepted her as his partner in this form, he wouldn't harm her. Still, even after being accepted, she didn't know what his choice. The sunset came before she could get the hanyou's answer and now she had to deal with his youkai self. Until she had a chance to purify away some of his youki, she couldn't be sure what he'd do next. Well, there was no use worrying about that now, she could just hope for the best.

As she rested herself on the soft furs, Kagome remembered the record of the ritual she'd read. That other hanyou had been of a peaceful breed and not as powerful as Inuyasha, but when the time came he'd succumbed to the youkai within completely, allowing his instincts to guide him...

How many times she'd read that scroll, her hand between her spread thighs as she'd imagined the silver-haired hanyou relentlessly filling her with his seed and youki... Merely thinking about it made her blood heat and she rubbed her thighs together.

She was brought back from her memories by a puff of hot breath against her neck. Kagome opened her eyes to see the hanyou, as naked as herself, crouching beside her. She felt her mouth go dry at the sight of his muscles flexing under the tanned skin, purple markings not only on his cheeks, but also wrists, ankles and... And on his manhood, that throbbed, thick and erect against his abdomen. She blushed at that sight, but couldn't look away from him - he was always so handsome, but in his full youkai form he had this air of barely controlled ferocity and power. His red and blue eyes looked at her hungrily and she felt her heart speed up. her face flushed. She licked her lips as her gaze once again traveled down his body to his stiffened member. She wasn't sure she could fit it in without initial discomfort, despite her preparations. When she had spied on him bathing, he hadn't been... agitated.

A pleased growl left his throat, as if he was amused by and approved of her reaction. She shifted, the last stripes of her ruined kimono falling around her. This caught his attention and the man lowered his head to sniff her throat again. A hot, wet tongue made its way up the side of her throat from her collarbone to her ear. She sighed and tilted her head to allow him more access, submitting to hm. A clawed hand stroked her side, flicking the shredded fabric away. The tips of his claws scraped against her hip and up her stomach as he moved his hand up the front of her body. Her skin where he touched her felt like on fire.

"Oh, mmmm..." she hummed as the tongue repeated its motion. When his hand rested against the swell of her breast, she arched her back, pressing into his rough palm. No one, but herself had touched her like this, made her head spin. Well, he'd done that, but only in her wild dreams. Now she knew they were just a pale shadow of the real thing, the feeling of his hot body hovering over her. She was no longer nervous, eager anticipation flooded her mind. Her hands moved on their own accord - one sneaking between her thighs to try and relieve tension building in her core, the other reaching carefully up to touch his hot, hard body, her fingertips tracing the lines of his torso and side.

"Willing bitch," he growled in her ear, his voice making her shiver. He sounded wild and untamed, so different from his usual grumpy self, but at the same time carrying the same power and mystery. She didn't mind his language, after all he was known to curse a lot. And, she assumed, tonight he didn't mean it as an insult, but as a mere statement. He was a dog, she was a bitch, they were going to rut and she wanted nothing more than to howl as he rode her like an animal he partially was. Oh, she hoped for lovemaking too, but not tonight. Tonight was the full moon and the youki swelling around her carried no promise of gentleness, no mercy.

"Y-yes..." she assured him. His hand was surprisingly gentle as it caressed her breast, teasing her nipple until it became erect. She moaned low as he bent down and licked her other nipple curiously. Her fingers toying with her soaked folds did nothing to relieve her need and she looked at him with eyes dark with desire. His head was dipped to her chest, his ears perked and trembling. "Willing dog."

As he licked her breast, his fangs brushed against at her nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure and close her eyes as she arched into his mouth and touch. There was no denying it - for the first time he wasn't interested in killing. Tonight his focus was on something as primal as that, but way more pleasurable. He accepted her as his partner and wasn't going to search for satisfaction in violence, but in her body. She was going to fulfill her duty to the village and keep it safe - even if no one would accept the way she was going about to do it. And he was going to make her a woman - a very sated woman.

And - if all went well - his woman.

The miko spread her thighs wider and her leg accidentally brushed against something hard, hot and throbbing. She gasped in surprise and at the same time heard a low groan.

The next moment she cried out, her eyes flying open, as her hand was pulled away from where it had been stroking her and something was pressed against her entrance.

"Rut." Inuyasha's hands rested on her sides, supporting him above her. His hips pinned her down, rubbing his huge, firm member against her wet folds. She took in the wonderful image of the man in between her legs, the only one she ever wanted to see that way. His silver hair fell over his shoulders, muscles flexing under hot skin, ears lowered, crimson eyes focused on her as he panted out that one word. It was not a question, it was his way of saying that the playtime was over.

A part of her that wasn't busy trembling under him, was surprised he was apparently going to take her in this position, but she wasn't going to complain. Before she could respond, he ground his hips into her again, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Oh! Inu-!" she gripped the furs under her as the man above her backed himself just enough to drag his heavy manhood over her folds, growling like an animal. She moaned when she felt his engorged tip at her entrance and... "Gods!"

He growled sharply through gritted teeth as his hips surged forward, slamming what felt like his whole length inside her waiting body. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, a few tears running down her cheeks at the dull pain of being stretched by that inhuman girth. The hanyou turned youkai groaned and leaned in to lick her tears away,his hair brushing against her heated skin.

She'd lost her hymen long ago, during her training, but this was the night when she lost her virginity - and to a wild youkai in a cave hidden in the forest. A pure miko, knowing only awe and distant respect of others, was now mating with a man many would consider an impure monster. Yet, for her, it felt right, even the pain of being filled by his manhood was right. She knew no man could make her feel so alive as she felt right now, pressed in the bed of furs.

"Good... Hot..." he rumbled between the surprisingly gentle licks. "Good mate..." He grunted as he slid almost entirely out of her, just to snap his hips forward, burying himself deep within her with a triumphant roar.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome screamed, trying to relax her walls around that hot massive thing that she was repeatedly impaled on. Inuyasha didn't give her enough time to adjust, too far gone in his own lust. She cried out when he started to move, pushing himself in an out with feral growls. Her hands flew up to his shoulders and back, scratching his skin as she gasped with every thrust.

It didn't make him slow down, only to pick up the pace of his strokes and lick at her face and neck. As he did so, his hot breath caressing her skin. She felt the pain ebb away, replaced by pleasure that went in waves through her body. Her initial cries of discomfort gave way to a different kind of cries.

He was a feral youkai, that rutted for the first time with his mate, he wasn't going to hold back. He was rough and demanding, showing her exactly how strong and virile he was. And she, she loved it - the guttural noises he made as he rammed into her, the fangs dragging against her shoulder, the way his youki pulsed just under his skin. The tingling sensation along with the friction of his rough thrusts made her finally feel alive and free. She was a woman and he was her man, there was nothing wrong or shameful in what they were doing.

"More!" she urged him on, wildly bucking her hips under him, shamelessly grabbing onto his firm ass to push him closer to her. A deep growl was her answer and the only warning she got before he started pounding into her with abandon. Her whole body shook and she couldn't think straight, holding for dear life to this extraordinary man giving her this toe-curling pleasure. "Yes! Ah, ah, ah, yes! Inuyasha!"

Sweat covered her body and the canine man was quick to lick it off of her, his tongue caressing her chest with rough strokes, his hair covering her like a waterfall as he knelt between her spread legs and plowed her swollen flesh. His arms sneaked under her to arch her towards him, changing the angle of his thrusts. The miko moaned and gasped, not caring if he could understand her screams.

"Gods, Inu-! More! Ride me harder!" she moaned out, clenching her muscles around him as he rammed his member in and out of her, snarling like a feral dog in heat, his claws digging in her skin where he held her.

It was nothing like the love trysts of her friends allowing their boys to sneak under their blankets at night. It was nothing like the unions of the married couples. For once she could be as vocal as she wanted to. She wasn't expected to just lay there and accept his seed in a quick, singular feat, no matter if she enjoyed it or not, Inuyasha seemed to be more turned on by her eager participation in the act and when she yanked at his hair, demanding that he made her come, he changed his pace to hard, deep thrusts that made her grab onto his shoulders for some support, because the world seemed to shatter around her.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome felt her walls clamp around him as her release suddenly hit her and she threw back her head, howling the name she'd been moaning for the past minutes. The hanyou followed her not long after and she felt hot liquid spill into her already flooded womb. There was also some youki that passed from his body to hers and her reiki rose just enough to purify it without causing the youkai any discomfort. She wasn't sure he was even aware of that as he pulled out and collapsed on top of her, heavy and panting, almost crushing her under his weight.

She could sense his youki more controlled now as it surrounded them. They'd done it, they'd completed the ritual. For a brief moment he was going to be conscious. before his power surged again and the ritual was to be repeated.

It was far more intense than anything she'd experienced before. She ran her hands lazily through his hair and smiled warmly at him, her heartbeat slowing down. His ear twitched as her breath fanned over it and Inuyasha tilted his head just enough to peer at her through the corner of his red eye. She gasped when she saw that his iris was no longer blue, but golden.

"I always wanted to do this," he whispered and she blinked at him, her mind still clouded by the afterglow of what they just did. "Since I found you bathing in a hot spring, smelling so good... But you went and became a miko, and I thought you were beyond my reach. But now you're here, with me."

"I will always be." she promised, affection and surprised relief flooding her heart. Slowly he rose on his elbows and knees to lean in and kiss her. The next moment his power rose around her and she saw his eyes flash back to their previous predatory look. "I am yours, Inuyasha."

"Mate wants to rut," his lips spread in a fanged, wicked grin and he inhaled deeply, obviously liking the musky scent clinging to their bodies. She blushed,, but did nothing to hide herself from his hungry gaze that roamed her body.

"Yes, mate," she breathed out.