The Princess and the Hanyou

By: Byrde13

Author's note: yes, this one has another lemon. I know, I'm horrible. So, no kiddies. This one
also raises the question of what Kagome had said in that other language, but I only speak English, Spanish, a little Japanese and American Sign Language. I don't like Google translator, since it's not always accurate, so I'm not going to actually have her speak Chinese. You'll be able to tell when she says something different. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 6: A Win-Win Solution

"What's keeping you from being a Prince, anyway?" Inuyasha's arms wrap around me as we lay together under the Goshinboku. Despite our lack of clothing I'm very warm, and only a little tired, even after our recent activities. I'll have to return to my bedchambers shortly, but I want to wait until the last minute.

"What do you mean?" How to put this in words?

"Well, you said hanyous were under a curse that keeps them from being royalty. What happens if you take your birthright?" I could tell he was thinking it over. Had anyone even tried before? Or had someone just said one day that hanyous shouldn't be in the kingdom and everyone just figured they were cursing them?

"I don't know. Of course there's the actual curse, but I don't remember very much of it." Well, now that peeked my curiosity. I have to know now. It's imperative. "I have a question for you." I'm startled from my quiet planning by my hanyou's voice. "I know you probably don't know much about youkai, except what your tutors have taught you," he waits for me to confirm or deny, but all I give is a grunt, letting him interpret what I have learned, "and I will try to teach you as much as possible so you can understand." He's so good at so many things, including confusing me.

"What are you getting at?" I push myself up as far as his arms will allow in order to look into his ocher eyes.

"Well," he pauses again, but this time it's from nervousness. What could possibly make him nervous, now, after we have just made love under the Goshinboku? "Since you don't want me to become human, we'll need a Plan B. So, would you become my mate?" Sure. Why not?

"What's a mate?" His ears flatten for a moment.

"It's like being married for youkai, but a much strong bond. Like, same life span, combining of souls, never parting kind of marriage." Oh, like cuffing my soul, my freedom, to another's for the rest of our lives, which would be several hundreds of years. What about if one of us gets bored, or decides it was a mistake?

"Absolutely." Why would I even hesitate about that? I know I would never feel anything but passion and love for my hanyou-except for the occasional anger that would just come naturally from being in his asinine presence- and he was the one who asked, so he certainly wouldn't be feeling bored or regretful. His eyes glow with elation, and he kisses me hard and full of love.

"We'll mark each other, and our souls will combine, and we can never be separated again." Sounds wonderful to me. Perfectly wonderful. I could fly to unknown places, battle the most fierce opponents. If asked, I'd walk right up to Sesshomaru and kick him in his jewels, then, while doubled over, I'd kiss him full on the mouth. "But, I do have one other question for you." Anything. "What did you say earlier in the other language." Oh. That. Shit.

"Um, well, it was the language from the Mainland." I waited with baited breath. Maybe he won't ask me what I had said again.

"So, what did you say?" Shit.

"Ah, well, um, something like your huge cock feels so good inside me." I burry my face into his chest, feeling him shake from repressed laughter. "Don't go getting a bigger head, it was in the heat of the moment." I'm still blushing madly.

"I didn't realize my little Princess was so naughty." He bends his head down to brush his lips across my ear. "Makes me want to get you to speak other languages again." A shiver runs up my body, and I'm feeling an ache in my belly, added to the soreness from my virtue being given. Would I be wonton if I wanted to do that again? I'm sure he can smell where my thoughts have traveled, because he pulls me fully on him, pulling me up a little at the same time so we fit together perfectly again. I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of his hot rod slipping between my folds to rub against me. "Go on Kagome, tell me again how I make you feel. I want everyone to know what I do to you." Placing my hands on his chest, I push myself up, moaning when his coarse hairs brush the hidden bundle of nerves. I close my eyes and keep rubbing, but it's not enough. I need him inside me. Before I can raise up more to take him in, he grips my hips, causing me to glance at his face. His cheeks are flushed as mine, but jagged stripes have started to show, and his eyes have a red ring around his golden coloring. Like the first time we met.

"Tell me, bitch." Even his voice has gained a more gravely tone. What's happening? I'm not afraid, but it's deferent. He allows the tip of his manhood to press into me, but quickly draws it back out. "I said tell me." Oh, sweet torture.

"Stop torturing me and fuck me senseless." I could've said anything and he probably wouldn't have known the difference, but it was the first thing that popped into my head. And it worked. Thrusting hard up, he impales me, and I scream from the fulfillment. Immediately I start rocking as his hips piston up. I can't keep my eyes from his, watching as they turn more red, feeling his nails lengthen on my hips, pricking me and giving me more pleasure. I'm already so close, and when one of his hands comes up to pinch a nipple, I fall off that cliff he made me run up. Just like before, I shout his name, causing him to growl in approval.

But, he's not done yet. I gasp as he roughly pulls me off his cock and flips us over, somehow placing me on my hands and knees. And, when he slides into me, it's slower, even more intimate. He wraps himself around me, gently placing my cheek on the soft grass and raising my hips up as far as they'll go. The angle feels amazing, and I feel something inside being brushed by him as he continues to slowly thrust into me. It's too slow for him, I can tell he's struggling, but it's building me back up, until he suddenly starts hammering into me, hardly allowing me to feel the absence of his manhood before he's brushing that spot again. I'm startled when I come again, not expecting it so soon. Dirt digs into my fingernails, my eyes squeezing shut and a few impassioned tears leaking out as I scream unintelligently. He soon follows, his hot seed shooting into me hard and fast, growling what could be my name. And then a shooting pain in the slope of my neck connecting to my shoulder. It only lasts for a few seconds before we both collapse into each other, not knowing where one begins and the other ends. And, really, it doesn't matter.

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We dress quickly after finding a few wet leaves to clean ourselves off a little. Just as I am about to start walking back to my castle, Inuyasha grips my wrist and turns me back to him. He's smirking with male pride, and it takes everything in me to keep from blushing and thumping him.

"You still have a promise to make, Kagome." Oh, yes. I almost forgot. Well, I did forget, considering I had made one earlier. But, he's always made me promise him something before leaving, and I don't expect any different this time. I give a shy grin as I press myself into him, breathing lightly on his collarbone and looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"What would you wish of me, Inuyasha?" My sudden change has shocked him, and he gulps, but he's quick to come back. His eyes shift and he gives a growl before grinding himself into my lower belly.

"You have to promise me that the next time we meet, you let me do all the talking." Okay, seems like an easy enough request. He always seemed to enjoy me talking. Well, not exactly enjoy, but he's never come off as wanting his woman to be the quiet type. But, he has a reason, and I try not to get angered by it.

"I promise, Inuyasha." He gives me one last lingering kiss before watching me walk away. It takes everything I have not to run back into his arms and never look back. I've got it bad.

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It's hard for me to find sleep when I finally sneak back into my room. Not only from the fact that it's almost dawn when I snuggle back into my covers, but also because they don't hold a candle to the feeling of Inuyasha's arms wrapped around me and the warmth that I now crave. I can still smell him on my skin, feel him pressed against me, hear his voice whispering sweet and dirty things in my ears. My fears have come true: I am now a creature of passion. And I wish he would come back and get me again. Or lay with me until someone comes to wake me up.

It's one of the things I've been meaning to ask my new lover about. Obviously he has stealth and the means to come get me and bring me back, seeing as how he was in my room last night, but that was the only time. I'd also like to know how he did it, but I can guess by the open window and his acrobatic skills which entry he had taken.

"Kagome, dear, you have to get up." I know I must look atrocious. I barely slept any more than the couple of hours I got before our rendezvous. I can feel the bags under my eyes, and I can't stifle the unlady-like, tongue curling yawn that escapes. I grumble and pull myself up, waiting for Mother to tell me what she wants now. She's standing by my bed with an elated look on her face. "You have a visitor, and I will not take no for an answer this time." Oh, God. I can already tell where this is going. She always got this look when I had a new suitor at the front gates. Naraku must have paid a visit, since I don't have any more of those. I could curse. But, I trust Inuyasha, and I know he will get me out of this.

"Alright. Fine. I'm up." She leaves and sends a maid in to help me dress, and I almost forget the little pink marks on my neck that are so obviously a bite. I have to keep it hidden from the girl, whom I know would immediately spread the word. I don't know why, but for some reason I pick out one of my favorite dresses. Cream satin with small pearls around the lace bodice, and, fortunately, the collar covers up my mark while still allowing my jewel to show above my cleavage. I guess it's the feeling that this will probably be one of the last times that I will wear one of these dresses. I'm sure Inuyasha means for us to make a run for the hills since I refuse to let him turn human for this kingdom. The thought of him not being what he is makes my stomach churn.

When the young maid has finally deemed me 'perfect as usual', I stroll into the grand hall, trying to take as much time as possible before I have to meet my future ex-fiancé. I'll have to keep myself from shivering and letting my mouth run. It would do no good to have everyone mad at me.

It's not Naraku who has paid a visit. He's a Lord, by the looks of the red sash draped around his blue-silk waist and the shoulder armor, which seems vaguely familiar. I don't really think I'm comprehending what I'm seeing, though, and I try to blame it on the fact that he doesn't even look at me when I enter. He's a Lord. But I know that sword. The long silver hair. Gold eyes. And twitching dog ears. Inuyasha. But, the man standing before me is a Lord. And I know where I've seen armor like that before. Sesshomaru. Could they have a brother that looks exactly like my Inuyasha? By the looks on everyone's faces I look as confused as I feel, but, in the back of my mind, I remember my promise to my lover, and I keep my mouth shut.

"Kagome, do you have anything to say about the current situation?" It's my father's voice that draws my attention from this look-a-like. I think I shake my head. I don't even know what the current situation is, let alone if I have anything to say about it.

"King Higurashi, if I may?" A familiar shiver runs up my spine. That's my Inuyasha's voice. Only one person in this whole world could make me feel that way with just a sound. My focus is back on him, and I dazedly walk over to a chair at the long table to see what he has to say, along with the other three occupants of the room-him across from me, my mother to my left, and her to the right of my father as he sits at the head. I must say, he really knows how to command attention. I'm reminded of his claws nicking my flesh, his eyes flashing red. I have to clench my thighs, but I know the damage is done. The twitch of my hanyou's nose is evidence of that.

"I intend to marry your daughter, your Highness." Well, he's definitely to the point.

"I beg your pardon?" It's a shock to us all, Mother.

"I have already been made aware that Kagome has told you about our," he pauses to find the right word, "meetings." If you could call them that. "And I am well informed, so I know of the plans of engagement between your daughter and King Naraku of Osaka." King?

"You must not be well informed enough, Sir Inuyasha. Prince Naraku and Kagome are already engaged. They will be wedded come the end of the next solstice." A smug smile tugs at my Father's mouth, and I want to kick him under the table. He's too far away.

"I'm sorry to tell you that you are the ones that are misinformed. Naraku has become King of Osaka, seeing as how he murdered his own father in order to gain the crown." He looks upon my father icily. "Surely you would not want your only daughter to be dragged into his affairs?" Bile rises in my throat, but I push it down. They almost married me to a monster. They still could if Inuyasha doesn't convince them.

"Why don't we finish this discussion at the dinner table?" Good idea, Mother. That way, when I feel like throwing up again because you want to bind me to a murderer, I can just show you how I feel about it.