Author's Note: This is a highly suggestive chapter. While nothing is "lemony" is actually written, it's still on the verge of not being allowed, so please don't spazz out. It's not that big of a deal. If problems arise, I will remove the story.
Chapter Four
Was it passion… or lust? The heated kiss, that accidental kiss, fueled by so much frustration and anger, had pushed him. He wanted, no, he needed a woman. His body ached at every thought of Kagome, and though this was not Kagome, his body still yearned.
He could hear her whimpers, her moans. They were not Kagome's; they were of a higher pitch. This body was strong; he knew Kagome was very weak and fragile; this body was strong. "Kouga…" the voice whispered beneath him. His skin was so hot, as hot as fire, he thought. When he opened his icy eyes, he felt cold.
There was Ayame beneath him, panting and moaning, but smiling and blushing. Her eyes were closed and her hands were twisted around blades of grass. Her body was covered in droplet of water; it was raining. Kouga shook his head. "Just shut up."
Her pale lips parted to speak but they shut and she swallowed down a moan.
He had no idea… what had possessed him to deflower her.
After his stamina had given out at last, he simply lay close to her, holding her. The rain would chill her soon; he needed to redress her and take her to a cave, build a fire. Kouga sat up, scooping the slumbering female into his arms and practically dragging himself into the stream nearby, letting the current erase any signs of what he tried to think of as a simple rut.
Their furs were soaked, and the armor would do no good. Kouga carried the female in one arm until he found a small deserted den. It took several attempts to start a fire, but soon he managed. He scooped the female up to his side and held her as the fire began to grow and grow, and until he was sure it would not die, he stayed awake.
He loved Kagome, but… what now about Ayame? He had taken her, but again… was it passion, or lust?