The Princess and the Hanyou

By: Byrde13

Author's Note: Slight lime in this one. Be aware. Enjoy. But not too much. O.o

Chapter 3: To the Death

That wench is going to be the death of me one of these days. Every day she comes back, wearing one of those thin dresses that mold to her in all the right places, yet seem to ghost across her like the fingers of a lover. Gah! And she makes me think in poems! I think about her sweet lips like nectar, the slope of her graceful neck that I wish to riddle with little love bites. And then, I think about throwing her onto the ground and pounding into her fragile little body until the cows come home.

We've grown closer, and I find myself aching when she has to leave me every evening. We tend to make each other more angry than happy sometimes, and it's not even my fault. Most of the time. Sometimes. She's just so damn stubborn! And it makes my demon want to bend her over my knee and make her submit. Except I think my demon enjoys the way her eyes flash and her hands ball up when she makes her stand. And then her breath comes quick and fast, and I find myself wishing I could shred those pesky dresses.

Every day I make her promise me something. To wear her hair down, to take those silly shoes off, to show me the thin flesh of her wrists. I'm wearing her down, I know. One of these days I won't have her promise me something so innocent. But, these things I ask sometimes only seem little. To me, they are powerful. I enjoy grabbing fists full of her hair when I bruise her lips with kisses. Her dainty feet are so unlike mine, and it only reminds me how different we are. And the insides of her wrists, which I know she is not allowed to show to other men, make me shudder and I wish to crush her against Goshinboku and press myself into her again and again. Yes, she will definitely be the death of me.

"Inuyasha, are you listening?" Yes and no. Her heart beat, her lungs filling with the oxygen that she inhales through her blue-blooded nose, the different tones of her voice. Those things I hear. But, I have no idea what she is talking about.

"No." At least I'm being honest. I'm sitting on my favorite limb, the one almost directly above that little seat she has made for herself. If I lean over the correct degree I can see the curves of her breasts. Damn. I never used to think like this. No woman could even stand my company, why would I have these thoughts about them? But not Kagome. She's different. She's the one I've been waiting for.

"Inuyasha." It's a warning tone that she has adopted for me. We've been having these secret meetings for about two weeks now, not including the one week she was 'grounded'. Every day she has promised me something. Every day I feel a piece of my resolve breaking, and I know she is feeling the same. "Inuyasha!" I roll my eyes and jump down beside her. She's wearing the green dress today, the same one from when we first met, and I must admit that this one has a special place in my heart. And I think it suits her best. I crouch down in front of her, letting her know that she now has my full, undivided attention.

"I just wanted to know what my promise is today. I have to leave soon." Already? But it feels like she just got here. As I look through the tree line, indeed, I can see the sun slipping away. Well, shit. I arch an eyebrow as I look back at her, give her that smirk that makes her emit that sweet smell, and up the stakes a bit.

"I want you to promise that when you come tomorrow, that you'll kiss me." I can see the confusion written clearly on her features. It's very cute, but not my favorite expression by far. It's almost a tie between when she gets really mad and just after I kiss her senseless.

"But I do kiss you." I give a small chuckle. This is going to be great.

"No, you kiss me back. Tomorrow, you're going to kiss me first." Realization dawns, and she blushes madly. Yeah, she's got a lot of great expressions. As I stand up, I reach out my hand to help her up. It still jars me slightly when she doesn't hesitate to grasp my claw tipped, calloused hands. Or when she runs her tongue over my fangs, or plays innocently with my ears. She's told me before that she doesn't care about my hanyou status. In fact, she said she likes me even more for it. I don't know how to feel about that.

I don't realize I'm still standing in the same place as Kagome is walking away. Before she is gone from my view completely, though, she says:

"I promise, Inuyasha. See you tomorrow." I smirk again and hop back onto my branch. I can't wait for tomorrow.

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"You want me to do what?" Red eyes stare into blue as the two circle each other. A cat and mouse game, for sure.

"Kidnap the Princess." It's not a matter of if the blue-eyed one can do it or not, it was just who the others were in this game. The fact that the red-eyed one said that so casually sent chills down his spine. But, a job's a job. Now, a plan must be made.

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She's wearing the white dress today. This one drives me insane the most. Such a pure color that goes perfectly with her personality and porcelain skin. And all I want to do is make sure there is so much dirt and grass stains on it that no one would question what she was doing in such a pristine dress. Makes me want to howl.

I watch her as she gracefully walks into our clearing and stops before the tree, waiting for me, I'm sure. I know what's going to happen next, and I'm almost giddy with excitement. It's not like we haven't kissed before. Sometimes we've even done a little more. But it's always me who initiates it. This time, it will be her. Before I even realize it, I jump down before her and wait. This is her kiss, so she's going to have to do most of the work.

"Go sit against the tree." I raise one of my black eyebrows at this, and she only mimics me without giving any hints. So that's the way it's going to be, eh wench? I humor her and sit in one of the bigger spaces between the roots, taking up my regular position with my legs crossed and my hands shoved into the opposite sleeves of my old clothing. I almost start to drool when she stalks towards me-and, really, it's like I'm the prey and she is the huntress, and it is so freakin' sexy- her hips swaying and that predatory gleam in her eyes. She's been thinking about this, I know. My Princess sits down on her knees, her shoes forgotten back at the edge of the forest, and slowly removes the sword at my hip, setting it beside me within arms reach.

And that's when she knocks me on my ass-figuratively, of course, since I'm already on my ass. She slowly pulls the soft fabric of her skirt up to the middle of her thighs-good god, is she trying to give me an aneurism? - and climbs into my lap, pressing our bodies so close together. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. I'm sure my eyes are as big as platters at this moment. It's one thing to press against someone while you're standing and making out, but it's incredibly different when that very sexy woman sits directly on your crotch, flush against you, with a very hungry look in her eyes. Did I say fuck yet? Well, fuck. My arms have wrapped around her on their own accord as hers have snaked up to my very sensitive ears. She found out a couple of days ago how the right touch can make me feel. She was red faced for the rest of the day and wouldn't let me come near her. I made her promise not to do that again without her being aware of the consequences.

Well, she's aware now. Trailing her slim digits over the fur of each she dips her face to mine and lightly brushes her lips across my cheek bones, then down my nose, and then the barest touch to my burning lips. I part them, her tongue flicking out to lick across the sensitive flesh just on the inside of my bottom lip. I buck up into her and almost grab her to force her to finish what she's started. Almost. She beats me to it. Suddenly, she's pulling my top lip into her mouth to suck, then teething on it, releasing it when it bruises lightly to push her wet little muscle into my own cavern to caress my fangs and stroke my own tongue. And-get this-while she's doing all this, she's lightly grinding her pelvis into mine. The little bitch wants me to make her scream. I groan and she moans. She whimpers and I growl.

It's getting more heated, and I don't mean just the situation. I can feel the damp heat of her core through my pants and that thin cotton barrier as she presses against me harder. I grab her hips and thrust up, causing her to grip my shoulders as she breaks the kiss and gasps, bearing her neck to me. It takes so much will power to keep from marking her neck so that all may see who she belongs to. With the motion set, her hips don't need my help in finding the right rhythm for us both, so I trail my hands up to cup her slightly bouncing mounds, causing her breath to whoosh out and her thighs to quiver. She's already close to that special something, my cock hard and putting pressure on the little nub hidden within her folds. I can't hold back the snarl that races through me when she starts rubbing an ear in each hand again. Looks like we'll both be falling off that proverbial cliff. A flush has made its way across her face and down her neck, and I wish to follow it down her dress to where I know it ends. And damn it all if I don't wish I could tear our clothes away and ravish her until the destruction of the world.

"That's it, use me to get off, bitch." It's out of my mouth before I even realize I wanted to say anything. It shocks her slightly, hearing something so dirty come out of my mouth. But, apparently she likes it. Her movements falter, and she gives a long, low moan as her body tenses, her fluids coating her fabric barrier while mine shoot out and stain the front of my pants. I'll need a bath when she leaves. She's trembling as she leans into me for support, the scent of everything that just happened tickling my nose.

"Sheesh, wench. I only made you promise me a kiss. If this is what your version of a kiss is, maybe I should make you promise me something a little more." I can practically feel the blush that radiates off her through the red of my fabric, and I give a little chuckle. Never mind her being angry, the face that she was making-lips parted, a sweet flush to her skin, eyes closed and a look of rapture taking over-is my favorite expression. I want to see it more. I have to see it more. I have to be the one to cause that whenever I want, wherever I want, damn anyone else that happens to be near. And that's when I realize.

"Kagome." She grunts to let me know she's listening. "I have to go away for a while." This makes her head shoot up, nearly missing my chin.

"Why?" I can't tell her yet. She wouldn't believe me. Hell, I barely believe it myself. I try to make the decision on whether to lie, or not tell her very much. But, the way she's looking at me, with such trust and confusion, I find my decision already made.

"I can't explain it just yet. But I need you to trust me on this." She gives a minute nod and lowers her eyes.

"How long?"

"I don't know exactly. But I need you to promise me a couple of things before I leave." Again, she gives a nod. "Promise me you won't step foot away from your castle, and that no matter how angry you are with me, that when I give you my sign, you'll meet me here, no matter what time it is or what you're doing." I know it's an odd request, but I can already feel that warm feeling tingle through us both. So she nods and says:

"I promise, Inuyasha." She raises her eyes, and I see such determination there. "But, I have something to give you before you leave." She fishes in the hidden pocket of her gown and removes the strangest necklace I have ever seen. "One of my tutors gave this to me yesterday. She said I would know who it belonged to, and it would keep us bonded as long as they wore it." She holds her hands out so that I can see it more clearly. A loop of purple spheres and white fangs. I know exactly what her tutor meant, and I have an inclination as to who it is, and that she may just know what goes on between Kagome and I. I bend my head and allow my little Princess to slip it on, being careful of my ears and hair. Giving her one last smirk, I pull her up with me, give her the sweetest kiss I have ever given, deposit her onto the ground, and disappear from her line of sight, not letting her know that I watch her as she leaves our Goshinboku to her castle and family.