It had been days since that... dream, if it could be called that. Since then, she had done everything in her power to stay awake. There were many reasons why. Firstly, it could all be a plot from Naraku, a way to drive her crazy perhaps? It could really be her visiting an unknown place, she just wasn't sure how, so that meant she wasn't sure how to stop it from happening. And thirdly... she was still trying to figure out another reason that sounded logical. Oh wait, whether it was real or not, she had no control over... Smaug, and it was obvious what he had wanted at the end.
But then her mind whispered a few things to her that caused the more innocent and childlike part of her to see reason.
Firstly, the dragon looked nothing like the dragons they had crossed paths with during their travels. In fact it looked more European, and there was another century for them to 'discover' Japan. Give or take a few decades. So, besides her small group of friends that had asked about her studies, no one knew of the world outside of Japan and the surrounding countries. The second possibility, her actually traveling to... wherever Smaug and 'Fishtown' was seemed near impossible. She had asked about the implications of such abilities, and Miroku stated it required years of practice and meditation to achieve the ability to spirit travel. He had told her of the consequences if someone untrained attempted to do such, more often than not the spirit was left to wander while the body withered away. Not an appealing future. And the last reason for her lack of sleep... well, sure she was an adult now, but she was still very much untouched. A pushy dragon left her feeling... well cornered. Whether he was a dream or real, it was not a comfortable position.
It was then her more adult voice spoke up, though her rationality chalked it up to lack of sleep. But that voice... it reminded her of how Smaug looked as a human, or human like. What his touch had awoken in her and left smoldering...
Pinching her lips, Kagome narrowed her eyes at some point on the horizon. She had shared some of her... dream with Sango and Miroku, but not the exacts. Like the naked man dragon... or dragon man...
Shaking her head, which caused her vision to spin. Grumbling under her breath, she pressed the heel of her hand to her temple as she swayed drunkenly on her feet. Sango was quick to steady her, a concerned look painted across her features.
"Kagome, this is the third night in a row. You need to get some sleep." Sango forced her to stop walking. She pressed the back of her hand to Kagome's brow. "Oh dear, you're burning!"
Kagome feebly tried to push forward and out of her friend's grip, already knowing what was going to happen.
"Inuyasha, we need to stop. Kagome's sick." and just like that, Sango's call halted the group's progress, the red clad hanyou whipping about with his ears flicking back and forth.
"No, I'm fine..." Kagome reared back at the fierce look Sango was pinning her with.
"Don't! You're burning and you haven't slept in days." her grip became more secure to keep Kagome in place.
Kagome dazedly turned her gaze from Sango to Inuyasha after he leapt to their position from his own. He quickly pressed his own hand against her brow, growling lowly in the back of his throat when he pulled away. "Keh, why didn' ya tell me, wench?"
"Cause I feel fine." she half sighed and half grumbled under her breath.
"Well feelin' fine and being fine are two different things. And you ain't. We're stopping here for the night." he gave her one last concerned look before taking off into the woods to patrol and hunt for their dinner.
If there was one thing, one person that shocked them with how much they had changed and grew up, it would be Inuyasha. Sure he still acted like a child, but when it came to the welfare of the group and them, he literally became the mother hen. And after realizing that Kagome and Inuyasha as a romantic pair wasn't going to happen with Kikyo still in the picture or him mourning the memory of who she once was, it wouldn't work out between them. At least not healthily.
Kagome let out a tired sigh as she allowed Sango to lead her to a spot and forced her to sit. In a daze, she watch the others do their and her camp chores. Setting and starting up a fire, getting everyone's places set up, and cooking the meat Inuyasha brought back with him. She felt like a puppet when Sango easily pulled her to her feet and dragged her off into the woods, guiding her over and under anything that could hinder her. Blinking she smiled lazily at their destination, a hot spring. Getting undressed took far longer than she had thought, but she also welcomed the cool air against her exposed skin. As well as the heated waters that instantly soothed her muscles she hadn't been aware were sore.
"Now, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Sango asked softly as she freed her hair and gently combed it with her fingers.
Kagome whipped her own head about to face her friend with wide, and startled, eyes.
"Don't give me that look. We've been friends for years now, I can tell something is bothering you." Sango wore a worried expression.
After a prolonged silence, Kagome finally broke down when Sango threw pleading eyes her way. "Fine!"
Her hand slapped the surface of the water, cupping her hands and then splashing herself. Rubbing her face, she sighed once again, the effort she had hoped the action would help her proved useless. "Remember that… dream I had a few nights ago?"
Sango nodded her head as she helped herself to the bottle of shampoo. "Of course. Is that the reason why you haven't been sleeping?"
"More or less. I also spoke about it with Miroku. He said it sounded much like… spirit travel, or something similar. Said it took a person years to master that ability, and if a novice attempted to do such a thing… well, let's just say Kikyo could easily end up snatching the rest of my soul." Kagome rubbed at her upper arms, even though she sat so the water was up to her chin a chill still made her shiver.
"And you're worried, that that's what's happening. But, what if it is just a dream?" by then, Sango had worked up a good lather.
"It felt far too real to be just a dream. It felt as real as now. That burn mark I told you I got while I was a child… Well, I lied. I got that in my dream." she sheepishly looked up at her friend, sinking lower into the water till the water brushed up against her nose.
"You got that in your dream? How is that even possible?" Sango lowered her arms, the worried expression back on her face.
"That's what I thought, you can't, as far as I know. So that meant… wherever I was while asleep here… was real. And then I thought, maybe it's a trick of Naraku's. But there were certain elements that made that theory sound stupid." Kagome ran her fingers through her hair, hissing when she snagged them on a few tangles. "I just don't know anymore, and I don't know what'll happen if I fall asleep!"
Sango remained silent, blinking at her frustrated friend. She understood what Kagome was worried about, but felt that wasn't all there was to it. It certainly didn't explain why the burn mark looked the way it did. It didn't explain why her friend would blush all of a sudden while muttering about her 'dream' when she thought she was well enough away from others. Blinking a few more times, Sango dunked under the water and rinsed her hair out, lost on how to help her friend.
Breaching the surface, she breathed in the air. "Well, if it is this spirit traveling, I suggest that you get Miroku to teach you all that he can. Perhaps you'll figure out a way to stop it from happening. You and Miroku can also set up a barrier with sutras and ofudas, to keep Naraku out. But you won't know until you get some sleep. It happened only once, who's to say it'll happen again?"
Kagome narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she began to wash her own hair, taking in Sango's words. It did happen only once, and there were solutions to either possible cause. But she was worried about the possibility that it would happen again, and she would have no protection while 'dreaming'. If it could even be called that. Not only that, she remembered that she felt Kikyo had sent her to that strange place, so maybe it was a plot of Kikyo's and not Naraku's. Or the two of them hatched it together, it wouldn't be the first time they teamed up for unknown reasons.
Not to mention, if she did end up back in that strange place, she left there… naked with a very eager male behind. Who's to say how she would arrive back there, if at all, and how the male would take it.
"Look, get some sleep tonight, if it happens again we'll figure something out. But you will have to tell Inuyasha." Sango's voice drew Kagome out of her thoughts, as did the comforting hand that was placed atop her shoulder.
Pursing her lips once again, Kagome nodded her head. It was more than likely going to be easy to fall asleep, it was what she would end up dreaming and if she would wake up again that worried her.
After they returned from their bath, Kagome ate a light supper before tucking herself into her sleeping bag. It was the moment of truth. Sadly, it seemed she was so exhausted, that falling asleep was not going to happen as easily as she had thought. She was constantly rolling over, stretching and curling in on herself, freezing or boiling. Sleep was not coming to her easily this night.
Shifting to get more comfortable, Kagome yawned and tried to make due with whatever was digging into her side. When the sound of metal chimes and coins roiling over each other echoed around her, her eyes shot open and blinked at the cavern that seemed to glitter and sparkle due to the light that fractured off of the gold. Whimpering, Kagome slammed her eyes shut and mentally prayed she had not just seen that damnable cavern filled with gold. A trembling hand uncurled from under her chin to glide across the surface before her, another whimper escaped her at the feel of metal and not earth.
Opening her eyes, she carefully pushed herself up into a seated position where she supported her weight on her hands as best she could. Looking around her, she ran a hand through her hair. "Oh… this can't be happening."
Well, so far, no dragon in either of his forms. Why had she suggested he attempt on taking on human form again? Oh, right. Thinking she could attempt on better defending herself against him as a man, rather than taking on a full sized dragon.
"I see you've returned." the low rumbling voice caused her to freeze.
Twisting about in her spot, frantic eyes searched for the location of where Smaug was hidden. The voice sounded deeper and guttural, meaning he was in his dragon form. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. The sound of wings and air shifting had her jumping to her feet, she was more than happy to see she was wearing the clothing she put on before she went to bed. Yay for clothing!
A shift in the air had her spin on the spot, a rather foolish move since she was not on solid ground. Flailing her arms as the gold beneath her shifted, her hands clutched at the arms that were suddenly wrapped around her waist that kept her from falling.
"Easy now, wouldn't want to hurt yourself." his voice was as she remembered it, smoother, oddly British, sounding amused with darker undertones. "I wonder, where have you been little bird."
"Away, home." she licked her lips as she was pulled back, and into a firm and much larger body.
Smaug hummed, his chest rumbling behind her as he propped his chin atop her head. "And where is home?"
"... from here? Far away… I think." she kept her gaze ahead of her, her tone neutral, and stance a little stiff.
"You think?" he sounded curious.
"I don't know where here is, and so I can't tell you how far away my home is" she squeaked when he began to pull her down into his lap, her posture more than awkward as she tried to avoid him all the more which was impossible.
"Why, you're under the Lonely Mountain, former dwarven home." a clawed hand began running through her hair. "And I am king under this mountain. Though I wonder, how can you not know where you are."
Her brows pinched at his petting of her hair, at his questions that sounded far more like demands. She wasn't sure if she should tell him anything, but she was highly worried of the consequences should she not. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth to answer. However, curious clawed hands plucking at her sleeping shirt caused her to twitch away. "I'm… I'm actually sleeping. For some reason I found myself here a few days ago while I was asleep. A friend of mine, he called it spirit traveling, so I-!"
She was suddenly forced to look Smaug in the eye, there was a sharp glint to them and she couldn't read his expression. "Spirit travelling while sleeping, while dreaming? Does this feel like a dream?"
He suddenly forced his lips upon her, startling her at the action into gasping. His tongue slithered past her lips, curling around her own making her realize it was longer than a normal tongue, warmer too. She twisted to pull away from him, but the hand at the back of her head twisted in her hair and drew her closer while pulling her head back at an almost painful angle.
She pushed against him, groaning at the painful hold he had on her and the feel of his claws scraping against her scalp. Breathing heavily through her nose, she pushed her tongue against his own, hoping to regain the use of her mouth and dislodge the foreign feeling. Her actions seemed only to spark him, a deep rumbling growl shook her to her very core, rattling the marrow of her bones. Slowly he pulled away from her, his burnt red-gold eyes watching her as she panted for breath.
"Did that feel like a dream, little bird?" his smirk was absolutely wicked, dark… and far too amused.
Kagome could only pant as she stared at him through narrowed eyes, his taste still lingering. Spice, metallic and smoky, a combination she had never come across and would now associate with him alone. "...no, that felt real."
His free hand traveled down her side, causing her to shiver and tremble. "This friend of yours, tell me about him."
She quickly caught on to that command. His tone, while he wore a smile, was possessive and full of warning. Warning for who, she wasn't sure, she prayed for Miroku however, should Smaug ever find a way to where they all were.
"He's a friend." she thought it best to keep as much information about the others, her time travelling, the Shikon, everything as basic and vague as she could. The less Smaug knew, the better. How that left her… well she would find out.
Smaug raised a brow as the corner of his lips twitched in amusement, he had released his hold on her hair to twist her in his lap so she faced him instead. His claws began petting her, thus tearing through her shirt. Kagome squirmed to get away from the deadly claws, getting highly uncomfortable with the situation. "A friend, nothing more?" his tone was low and rumbling as he swooped in to stare her in the eye.
His action caused her to freeze, her fingers curling tighter into his upper arms to the point she was sure she was digging her nails into his skin. Though she was sure he didn't feel pain from the action, he was a dragon after all.
Shaking her head as she continued to stare into his eyes, feeling oddly like a mouse in a snake's gaze. "No, just a friend." did her voice really come out that breathy?
Smaug's smirk stirred something inside of her at her confession, worry along with something else she wanted to ignore. He continued to run his claws down her sides, back and front, the tips teasing her as they ripped through her shirt. She whimpered when a tip grazed a nipple, causing it to instantly furl while sending a shocking jolt down her body where it gathered and simmered below her belly.
"You wear such strange dressings, I have not seen the like before." Smaug commented, his voice rumbling with a curious purr. His hands however were now busy removing the tatters of what was once her t-shirt before Smaug took to it like a cat did to a scratching post.
She went to cover herself, only for one of his larger hands to easily wrap around her wrists and he hold them behind her back. The action had her chest thrust out at the awkward angle, but he seemed pleased with what he revealed, if the low purr was anything to go by. Another whimper escaped her when he raised his free hand and carefully used the tip of his claw to lazily circle her nipple, causing it to tighten further before flicking it. A breathless gasp left her as she squirmed to attempt either putting space between them or to free herself from his hold.
"P-please…" her brows angled downwards when he moved onto her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. This wasn't what she wanted, despite her body's reaction, she was still a virgin as sad as it was. Hunting for Shikon shards and Naraku did not help her in the romance department, and the furthest she did ever get was the few kisses she had shared with Inuyasha which happened so long ago.
"I can smell you. So sweet, fresh, powerful and… innocent." he purred as he nuzzled into her neck. He chuckled when he fully grabbed her breast, her body instantly arching beneath his messaging fingers. Head thrown back as pleasure shot down to her belly where it now began to simmer, her hips automatically grinding down on his only to feel his own growing state.
A rough tongue, not that very different to the likeness of a cat's, ran up the side of her neck. "And you taste like nothing I've ever tasted before, dear bird. I should count myself lucky I woke to find you among the rest of my treasures."
Brows furrowed in concentration, Kagome continued to squirm in his hold. Her knees were on either side of his hips, shaking as she tried to push up and away from the scorching arousal that seemed to brand her inner thigh. The move only brought her up to his height, and strain her shoulders as her wrists were still clasped tightly in his hold. His lips scalded up along her neck as his hand continued with it's task of massaging a breast, his tongue trailing a searing path to below her chin. He immediately nuzzled into her neck there, much like a cat would though this was no cat, his nuzzling involved nips, licks and kisses.
Biting down on her lower lip, she shook her head frantically to try and ignore what she was feeling with as much willpower as she could muster. Her tactics apparently only amused Smaug all the more, and increase his attentions. A soft cry left her when he released her wrists, only to end up looming over her. The contrast of the cool golden coins beneath her and his heat above was a shock to her and brought her out of her mind. He trailed lower, his hair curtained around his shoulders and tickled her like the finest of silks. It was when his hot and moist breath curled around a sensitive nipple, that her hands shot to his shoulders in an attempt to push him away.
He chuckled at her attempts, nose brushing along the swell of one breast to the valley and up to the other breast. His hands continued to sweep down her sides, the clawed tipped hands dragging lightly enough to raise waves of goosebumps and shivers to wrack her body. His attentions continued on as such, claws teasing down her sides in gentle sweeps, breath ghosting over her chest and drawing ever nearer to her tortured nipples. Her back arched sharply when his lips suddenly and damn near painfully suckled on a sensitive tip, sharp teeth nibbling on it sending painful bolts to mix with the pleasure he was dousing her with. His arms were now wrapped around her, drawing her closer to his own frame as he curled, hunched and was caged around her. A hand slid down and took purchase on her derriere, fingers flexing in time with his rolling hips.
Clenching her eyes shut, she whimpered at the onslaught of sensation. While she was a virgin and had taken to pleasuring herself, this was far too much for her all at once. Some distant voice in the farthest corner of her mind thanked all she could thank that she still had her panties on, but it didn't hinder the feeling of his heat and size as he rolled his hips into her yet again. Another whimper left her lips when he switched to her other breast, leaving the well tended one to pucker painfully in the cool air. His chuckle vibrated through his lips and into the flesh he was now abusing and her hands flew to his hair, twisting between the strands. His response was to painfully nip at the tender morsel of flesh between his teeth as he let out a hiss. Tugging at it, he swiped his tongue soothing over the now reddened nipple and sat up.
His eyes narrowed as he looked down at the female in his lap when her hands dropped to fist handfuls of gold. Drawing the hand that took hold of her shoulder, he drew it down the serpentine line of her spine watching as she arched all the more. He was unaware a mortal could bend to such a degree, then again, he had never paid much attention to mortals to begin with. But this one, Kagome, hadn't run from him. No. She bartered for answers while she expected death from his claws. What stopped him though was her scent, it was unlike anything he had ever come across. It was powerful, surprisingly so for a mortal.
He let out a low growl when he rolled his hips again, his claws tearing through the last of her coverings. Her eyes shot open and flew to his own as she struggled once again in his hold, his hands slipping to her thighs and pulling her closer. Tiny white teeth bit down on her lip when his hips rolled forward, and this time there was nothing between them. But it did little to hinder the noises that were trying to fight for freedom, but he would have none of that. He had seen the couplings between mortals, elven and dwarven like enough times, but never before had the actions truly stirred his own lust for the flesh of a female, the flesh of a female not his own kind. Leaning down so their bodies were flush, she released her lip to let out a gasp. Eying a morsel of blood that was now welling on the poor and abused flesh, he swiped his tongue to gather the rare ruby drops. Her taste exploded across his palette and he couldn't help but purr, and he pulled her tighter to his body. "Sing for me, my pretty little bird."
"Ah!" her head was thrown back exposing her long and pale neck. Her hair whipped wildly about her as she shook her head, gold coins reflecting a warm glow against her pale skin.
Such a strange mortal, his eyes trailed down her body sharpening on the scars she bore. One looked like a creature had taken a bite out of her, another looking like a star burst just above her left hip. He trailed his hand softly along the edges, starting from her ribs and following the path downwards. Smirking at the twitching muscles beneath her skin, he had to wonder what it was this little mortal did to receive such scars. His thumb rubbed at the starburst scar to feel the differences in the textures of her skin. She mumbled something under her breath, far too quiet even for his keen ears before his hand continued lower still. The moment the tips of his fingers brushed through damp curls her body twitched almost violently.
"No. Nononooo…" her expression seemed to be of one in pain, her tiny hands darting down to grip his wrist as if to halt him.
Chuckling, he ignored her meager attempts and continued his search. The mortal body was foreign to him, but he was making a quick study through this tiny female that had stumbled upon his horde of gold. She had not lied when she said there was pleasure to be had in the skin of mortals, so sensitive, even himself.
A sharp gasp escaped her when his fingers tapped lower, her eyes staring up towards the roof of the cavern. Warm, wet, and completely new to him, he pulled his hand back to observe the wet coating his fingers. It smelt sweet, spicy and tangy, much like nectar that came at the height of summer but far more tempting. Bring his hand closer, he easily slipped the moist fingers past his lips and the flavour exploded across his tongue. Not unlike her blood, traces of her strange power was within, but it was far more headier.
"Ohhhh…" at her deep moan, his eyes flew to her own as she observed him. Her brows angled downwards, lips open as she panted, chest heaving with each breath. She made a rather stunning picture spread out upon his gold. Hair like polished obsidian stones, saphire jewels for eyes, rare white gold for skin that blushed the softes hue that reminded him of rose colored gold and yet felt like the finest of silks, and her taste reminded him of ancient spices long forgotten.
Smirking, he removed his fingers and brought them back to the source of her new unique flavour. This time his searching fingers went lower, his eyes sharpening when she inhaled sharply and her body seized when his fingers brushed against a tiny bud. Applying more pressure, her entire body arched more than he thought she was capable of and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as her hands clawed at the gold beneath her. Smiling darkly, he leaned down and draped himself across her body. Hissing at the heat of her own skin, his fingers now began to play with the weakness he found. His other hand released the grip he had on her thigh to wrap around her waist bring her tiny form tight to his.
"Smaug... please… no." her voice was barely a whisper, panting causing a pointed ear to twitch slightly. Her hands came to grip his upper arms, blunt nails digging into his skin. "Please… please…"
Chuckling at her pleas, he once again nuzzled against her neck as his hunched form clung and played her own. Bucking his hips against hers had him hissing. Who knew a mortal could create such heat. His eyes followed a bead of sweat that rolled down her neck in a lazy manner, only to follow the trail up with his tongue.
"Ngn!" her hands now clawed down his arms.
Hissing, he chuckled when her hips began to buck and roll beneath him. "Kagome, Kagome, Kagome… my little bird with sharp little talons." Deciding that he favored the taste of her skin, he began to lick and nip at her neck, suckling at the pale and smooth skin beneath him. A rumbling chuckle escaped him when she whimpered the moment he stopped, though his eyes sharpened when he spotted the angry dark mark he left behind. He immediately dove down and began the process all along her neck, his fingers now applying more pressure to the wet bud below.
"Ah! Smah-ug!" her breath got caught in her throat as her body was soon wrapped around his own, tiny and delicate hands clawing down his back.
Purring at her change in attitude as he continued attacking her neck, nipping at the soft flesh. His nips had gotten perhaps a little too hard, for tiny pearls of ruby red welled where he broke the skin. But apparently Kagome didn't seem to mind, if her frantic movement was anything to go by. Her thighs clamped down tighter on his waist, the silk smooth of her skin warm, her knees brushing up against his ribs as her heels pressed into his lower back.
Flexing his arm, he near crushed her to him, a low growl constant in his chest as he pressed his brow to the wildly beating pulse that fluttered in her neck. His hips continued snapping back to her own after each withdraw, her whimpers a hum now when they separated before quickly crashing back together. Hissing when she continued to claw down his back, he shifted his hand the slightest amount so that the tip of his claws barely grazed her hidden bud. But that was all it took. She tossed her head back in a silent scream as her back arched painfully, her hips bucking as something deep within her snapped.
Smaug let out a snarl of his own, at first due to immense pleasure, but it quickly changed to one of rage. It echoed around him, some coins shaken from where they rested into tumbling down the mountain he sat atop, now alone. His little bird escaped him once again. Narrowing his eyes where she had rested in his arms but moments ago, he snarled in demand that she reappear before him. When she refused to do so, he eased his tense body, panting as his anger simmered down.
Licking his lips, he recalled what she had said earlier, about her spirit traveling here while she slept elsewhere. Raising his hands, he eyed the wetness that coated his one hand and brought it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he relished her flavor. Cleaning his hand, he opened his eyes and gazed ahead of him.
"Kagome, Kagome… seems I'll have to cage you." chuckling to himself, he stood to his feet. Surprisingly keeping balance on two legs rather easily despite the form being so foreign to him.
When her body crashed back down from such a powerful release, she groaned in pain at the painful landing on solid ground. Panting still, her eyes opened to see the canopy that swayed gently overhead. Brows furrowed, she rubbed her legs together and the still lingering throb that pulsed through her and bit down on her lower lip when she felt the evidence of her orgasim stick to her skin. With a sigh, she quietly climbed out of her sleeping bag and walked back towards the hot spring on shaky legs. Curse her and her mouth for bringing up the idea of Smaug taking on a humanoid form.
It was when she was stripping down of her clothing, which she was once again thankful for having intact when she woke up back where she belonged, that she discovered something that had her blushing fiercely. Her stomach was smeared, not with blood nor her own… She coughed when she realized it was in fact Smaug's… funk. She nearly ripped the rest of her clothing off and dove into the soothing waters and began scrubbing herself. Best not to leave any evidence. Realizing that said evidence had been under her shirt, she dragged her soiled sleepwear in with her and scrubbed those clean as well.
Finished with her impromptu bath and laundry, after having changed into a new set of pajamas, Kagome returned to camp and crawled back into her sleeping bag after hanging her still wet clothes to dry. Looks like she and Miroku had a long chat in the morning.
AN: I honestly blame WhisperingKage for being able to corrupt me so, and knowing that woman, she will more than likely bow and take it as a compliment. I also blame the damn heatwave and it's returne. Supposedly, this second heatwave is going to break records. Yay, joy. So a continuation of the first Human!Smaug-x-Kagome, I hope everyone enjoyed it. Read, enjoy and review!
- BunnyWK