Days passed, and Kagome labored to erase the mortifying mental image of being slathered in, well, dog love juice. Almost every time Toga crossed her path, that scene replayed. On the plus side, other male demons now gave her a wide berth. Some, she guessed, probably saw her either as a floozy or a personal laundry slave. Or both. Or worse.
But honestly, did their opinions matter? These pretentious creatures, if Toga was to be believed, were far more morally challenged than the most reprehensible humans Kagome had ever met. The notion of dog demons rampantly raping and killing women was deeply unsettling. However, she was fairly convinced that the likes of Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, or even Toga would never stoop so low, despite her limited knowledge of the latter.
Although she couldn't pinpoint exactly how long she'd been time-trapped, Kagome figured it had been weeks. Apart from Kimiko and Ishu, her interactions were mainly with Toga, whom she might have grown to know him better than most of his extended family did.
Underneath Toga's stoic and self-important demeanor, Kagome sensed warmth. His attempts at keeping it under wraps were foiled by thoughtful gestures – fresh berries, neatly cut rabbit meat, and flasks of water mysteriously appearing at her hut's entrance, indicating his commitment to keep her, if not happy, at least alive.
Still, she missed her family and friends dearly. While Toga may have had a gooey center, he wasn't much company. He liked to keep to himself and even when he did spend some time with Kagome, he wasn't exactly the life of the party. However, today, he'd promised to take her hunting.
Inside her hut, Kagome busied herself with equipment and assembling a practical outfit. She slipped on makeshift leather shoes scrapped together from material Toga had provided. They felt a bit awkward on her feet. She was no cobbler, alright. She hoped today's hunt would yield animals for more leather-making. Sure, crafting leather was a tedious process, but did she really have anything better to do here? Clues on the mysteriously disappeared well hadn't been exactly flooding in as of late.
Toga breezed in without the courtesy of a knock – although, to be fair, her hut lacked a door. Today, his attire was a departure from his usual ensemble: more form-fitting hakama pants, a snug shirt with protective leather patches, and neatly pinned-up hair. This attire, likely meant for nimble hunting moves, also showcased a physique previously hidden by his usual drapery.
Kagome's eyes widened, drawn to his strikingly broad shoulders. Unlike the typically slender inu youkai males, Toga sported a bulkier frame. His arms and chest, in particular, were... well, ripped. Though she'd typically refrain from such descriptors, this was undeniably apt for Toga.
Smugly observing Kagome's discreet appraisal, Toga quipped, "Fancy a portrait?"
The young woman's neck almost snapped when she tried to quickly force her face in another direction. A direction where Toga was not standing at. "Portrait? Of what?" She feigned innocence, battling a rising blush.
"Of my body. You seemed interested." Toga's smirk widened, reveling in her visibly discernable discomfort.
"I-It's not..." Kagome stammered, wanting to lie that she had been just marvelling his outfit. But she had to mentally admit, she couldn't even recall the color of his attire, let alone describe it. Her attention had been, rather embarrassingly, elsewhere.
Then it hit her. Toga had just made a joke. Deliberately!
With feigned annoyance, she retorted, "Oh, hush, you sly dog. Let's get moving." She scooped up her gear, eager to redirect the conversation.
In just a few hours out, Kagome and Toga had snagged enough meat and skin to debut "Kagome's Bunny Boots & More" line – a veritable rabbit couture.
Thanks to the changing seasons, tiny creatures were scurrying out, desperate for sustenance from the reviving greenery that was waking from frost. Like kids in a candy shop, they were too engrossed in their feast to notice any potential danger.
Kagome was pleasantly surprised at how much fun hunting with Toga turned out to be. The usual Mr. Grumpy pants was, shockingly, in high spirits and generous with hunting tips. Kagome, absorbing knowledge like a sponge, was learning fast everything he taught her – she imagined her math teacher dropping his chalk in astonishment! Toga was quite the tutor when he wasn't scoffing or turning his nose at her. And when he cracked more jokes? Kagome checked her calendar to ensure it wasn't the apocalypse.
Toga's unintentional comedy act – giving a detailed demonstration on trap-setting only to be ensnared by his own device – was pure gold.
"Make sure to leave minimal evidence behind and mark your traps," Toga lectured, blissfully unaware of his impending fate. "For instance, tying a cloth on a nearby tree can help you locate them." This coming from the guy now entangled in his own ropey contraption. Kagome almost split her sides laughing.
As Toga flailed and spouted colorful words, tangled in his own trap, Kagome's laughter was so infectious that even Toga, after a momentary struggle with his dignity, gave in and joined her. Kagome clamped her mouth with her hand, in shock to hear that strange noise coming from Toga. As their eyes met, Kagome could not stop the giggles that escaped her sealed lips. And for once, Toga's eyes were not harsh or scorning, but echoed Kagome's own warmth.
Laughter slowly ebbed, leaving them in a lingering, shared gaze. Kagome's head spun a bit, perhaps from laughter, or maybe it was Toga's uncharacteristically soft look that was dizzying. It felt strange. Strangely hot. Kagome moistened her drying lips with her tongue. Toga's adam's apple moved when he swallowed, and it made Kagome break their eye contact. Her gaze meandered to his neck, noting collarbones provocatively peeking through his shirt, sitting above a pair of incredibly chiseled pectorals. Pecs resembling granite, she thought.
Hold on! She mentally slapped herself. How on earth did she end up here? God. Toga had absolutely no warm or cozy thoughts about her, he had made that abundantly clear on many occasions. She was a lowly, filthy human. He was a demon. A dog demon. He was Inuyasha's father, for crying out loud! That technically made him... *shudder*... her father-in-law! The realization that she had "after-dark" thoughts about her almost-relative's rock-hard chest made her skin crawl. Even if, in some twisted alternate reality, Toga reciprocated those sentiments, for Kagome, it was a cosmic level of NOPE.
She lost interest in hunting. They had a surplus catch anyway. Kagome yearned to bolt back to her humble hellhole of an abode, to stew in self-reproach, cobbling bunny slippers in the dark. Or, even better, she fantasized about plunging into a frigid lake, letting the icy chill drill into her core and bones until there was nothing left of that hotness she had just felt. Better to be an ice cube than to re-experience that "wrong on all levels" throb between her thigs ever again.
Toga struggled with the knots, trying to salvage the ropes for another trap. His fingers, usually nimble, betrayed him as he thought of Kagome's lingering look just now. He might not be the prince of passion, but he could spot a come-hither glance from a mile away. The little peeks she'd been sneaking at him all day? Noticed. But that flicker of raw desire he thought he saw? That was new. Or was it? It was gone so quickly and now she was staring at her shoes so intently Toga wasn't sure anymore.
That is, until a waft of her unmistaken perfume of "fuck me into oblivion" hit his nose hard as the wind turned to his direction. He cut through all the ropes he had almost worked out already. To hell with them. When the object of his recent need for vigorous masturbation was standing in his field of vision practically inviting him to take her, he had no patience to even try to open a simple bowtie. At that moment he had forgotten, well, not perhaps forgotten completely, but chose to ignore his inner angst about cavorting with humans. He would have plenty of time to wallow in his wretchedness later.
Walking purposefully toward Kagome, his eyes weighed heavy with intent, making her stomach flutter like a cage full of butterflies.
"No." Kagome whispered, hands outstretched in a warding gesture. Don't.
"What…?" She didn't have time to complete her sentence as another blast was headed her way. Kagome wasn't fast enough to block it with her priestess energy but before she was hit, she felt two strong arms pulling her into a tight embrace. Toga was shielding her, absorbing the blast with his own reiki and body.
Shit. Toga cursed to himself. Lost in thoughts of Kagome, Toga had missed a sneaky neko youkai's approach. While his demon aura was hidden, Kagome's was like a neon "Open" sign to the lurking feline.
Smoke rose from Toga's shirt, the result of conflicting reikis meeting on his back. A brief sting of pain was followed by his natural healing prowess kicking in. He let go of the baffled woman and turned to face his invisible enemy.
"Come out and face me." Toga called out calmly. He wanted this to be over quick. He didn't have time to play hide and seek with those damn moggies. Not today.
For a while he couldn't sense anything. The forest was quiet save for the rustling leaves, singing birds and the fast breathing he heard from behind his back. Kagome's heart was still racing from being nearly decapitated a few seconds ago.
The dog demon's patience was growing thin when he spotted movement from somewhere up in the trees. It sure wasn't any wood pigeon lurking up there.
Unleashing a powerful surge, Toga targeted the branches above. Wood splintered, leaves rained down, and out popped a disgruntled neko youkai, looking as if it had been dragged through a bush backward.
"Don't you mongrels learn to keep to your own territory." It huffed. "That quarry is mine," the cat demon obviously assumed that Toga was there for the same reason it was – trying to hunt Kagome. Toga didn't feel the need to correct its assumption since it would not live long enough to gain anything from that information. But it did irk him that a lowly cat thought their lands as his.
"This land belongs to Inu no Taisho, you low breed." Toga growled and flexed his muscles, readying himself for another bout.
The neko youkai created a diversion by lunging at Toga but it instead gathered its youki and released a dark slash of energy from its claws. Toga glanced to his side. He could easily dodge the energy but that would mean that it was going to hit Kagome. Toga slightly moved before the energy hit him full force. It sliced through his thin shirt, ripping the garment to tatters, cutting all the way to the flesh of his chest. A crimson spray erupted from his upper body.
Toga stood still for a moment, seemingly unfazed by the blow and peered behind his back. The little miko stared at him with her widened dark eyes. Finding her safe, his focus shifted to the pesky feline. Silver strands dripped with blood as he advanced, opting for a more... direct confrontation.
With a force that would impress any pro-wrestler, Toga lunged, trapping the neko youkai beneath his larger form. The cat's struggles were futile, and its high-pitched yowls were silenced with a final, brutal snap. Kagome could see two feet sticking from under Toga stop kicking. After a while the dark body only lay limp on the forest bed. Toga rose back to his feet, removing the claws that lifelessly dug into the flesh of his chest. Maroon colored streaks of blood flowed out of puncture wounds all over his torso.
Kagome held both of her hands up to her mouth, upset by the gory sight.
"Toga…"
Toga retrieved their spoils. Approaching Kagome, who was understandably horrified, he scooped her up. He didn't want to stay in the stench of that carcass with her. Toga jumped into the air and headed to a place they had passed with Kagome earlier.
It was a secluded meadow deep within the woods. A gentle brook flowed through it, and bright aureolin flowers sprinkled the lush green landscape. It was an ideal spot to regroup before proceeding to their camp.
The demon lord gently set Kagome down, but no sooner had he released her than she pressed closer to him in concern.
"You're hurt!" She exclaimed as she gingerly touched a tear in his blood-soaked shirt. Some of it had dried on his skin and glued the fabric to his wounds. The demon simply watched her, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"This looks serious," she murmured, preparing to play nursemaid. "I'll fetch some water and clean this up for–" But before she could finish her sentence, Toga impetuously ripped his shirt off, causing his wounds to open anew.
"You meathead!" Kagome chided, watching in dismay as blood began to flow more freely. "You're making it worse!"
She placed her hand firmly over one especially large gash, trying to stem the tide of crimson. The essence of life rushed down on Kagome's hand leaving burning streaks on her forearm. His blood felt hot. Kagome didn't know if it was a demon thing or something else.
"Keep some pressure on it. I'll get water," Kagome said, her voice tinged with worry. She tried to move, but Toga gently placed his hand over hers, his fingers dwarfing her own. The gesture was unexpectedly tender for a fierce demon warrior.
"While I appreciate the concern," he began in a low, soothing tone, "these are but scratches to me. Demons heal swiftly."
Yet, even as he reassured her, he made no move to release her hand. Kagome hesitated, her gaze traveling from his lips to the expanse of his bare torso. He resembled a model straight out of a high-end fitness commercial. But she was fairly certain no ab machine could sculpt abs like Toga's. His physique, no doubt, was the result of constant battle, a diet rich in protein, and of course, some seriously good demon genes.
As Toga slowly leaned in, Kagome snapped out of her daze, pulling her hand away, but lost her footing in the process. Rather than catch her, Toga, ever the opportunist, followed suit and fell on top of her.
Kagome found herself pinned down by a sturdy demon body with silver curtains of hair around them.
"I… You… Uh…" Kagome pushed back at his chest with both of her hands and tried to find a way to express how this was a bad idea. Very bad idea. The worst actually.
Toga curtly ignored her, as usual, and shoved Kagome's hands out of the way before placing his mouth on hers. Kagome eyes widened with shock. She tried to protest, but his lips were hot and soft and made all kind of nerve pathways activate within her body. His kiss was chaste; he placed his lips on hers and gently tickled her bottom lip with his tongue, but not forcing his tongue into her mouth.
The dazed woman wasn't exactly sure if she returned the kiss or not, due to the mental meltdown at that moment, but she managed to turn her head enough so that she could speak through the kiss.
"No" She sputtered "This is wrong."
Toga didn't give her a break and returned his assault on her lips murmuring into the kiss "I know."
His tongue danced lightly over her lips, and before she realized, her fingers were exploring the planes of his back, tracing over those spectacular muscles.
Kagome tried her best to focus on everything non-sexual in her situation to muster enough willpower to blast Toga's ass of her body with her priestess energy. Trying desperately to ignore that the dog demon's hands were massaging her neck oh so sensuously.
Toga could sense her resistance, but it did nothing to sway him. He was resolved on having her. However, he wouldn't resort to using force. He wanted her to want him. Just the thought of her begging him, out of her own volition, to ravish her made his manhood harden with mad desire.
Kagome dug her nails deeper into the skin of his back and tried to wiggle her way out from beneath him. As a counter measure, Toga pressed his hips down hard on hers.
"Oh." Kagome breathed.
The sensation was exhilarating. Kagome couldn't deny the allure of a man as commanding and handsome as Toga. But she also knew the dangers of succumbing to forbidden temptations.
"You need to...stop," she managed, her voice shaking with a mix of anxiety and longing.
"Stop... before what?" Toga's voice was dripping with mischief. "Before you no longer want me to?" He answered his own question while placing kisses on her neck.
Goddamnit! Why did his brazenness had to sound so sexy!
Toga might be inexperienced in the full act of love, but he was no stranger to intimate encounters. And those previous encounters hadn't all been just hand holding either. Even if he had never put his cock inside a woman before it did not mean that he didn't have the knowledge of hundreds of years' worth of foreplay. He knew how to drive one silly human mad.
His claws delicately approached Kagome's collar, and began to painstakingly, torturously, slice her shirt open. He knew she'd resist, so he distracted her by rhythmically pressing his hips into hers.
"Ah!" She gasped, almost helplessly.
With Toga assaulting her senses - nuzzling her neck, skillfully unbuttoning her shirt, and signaling a very evident greeting in her southern hemisphere - Kagome felt her brain, and various other things, starting to dissolve. But wasn't it wrong to revel in this? To revel in the feel of those adept hands releasing her bosom from their fabric prison, or to bask in the sensation of those lips leaving wet trails behind her ear.
"Ah," she moaned again, this one carrying a tone of decadence.
When Toga's fingers found the small beads on the apex of her breasts and tauntingly squeezed and rubbed them Kagome involuntarily relaxed her legs, allowing the man on top of her to move more freely against her.
In a need for more the girl pulled Toga back into a kiss and this time she was the one pushing her tongue past his lips and entwining their tongues to a heated duel. Already at that point, she was dripping wet. Hardly any more teasing was necessary, but Toga wanted to savor everything about her. . But his patient approach nearly met an abrupt end when Kagome suddenly untied his hakama knots loosening his waist enough for her to glide her hand over his hard member. She could just barely reach her fingers around his hardness.
Toga had to stop all he was doing because the overwhelming surge of pleasure disabled all his motor functions. Never in his hundreds of years of being alive had anything felt better than that small hand gripping and pumping his engorged male organ.
"Afff… Uoah…" Toga grunted between clenched teeth. He wanted for her to stop and continue so badly that he couldn't even form a sentence.
Elevating her efforts, Kagome whispered huskily in his ear, "It's so… big."
Toga's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he took tight fistfuls of the grass underneath them. If he didn't hold on to something he was afraid he would fly off.
Though he was a foreplay maestro, Kagome possessed the entire Internet's wisdom on male pleasure and how to make a man ejaculate. She also knew that men where practically incapacitated after they came thanks to Yuka and one especially awkward discussion at Wacdnalds.
"Make sure to not make him too excited. Otherwise, the fun will be over before it starts." Yuka's voice, mouth full of fries, resonated in Kagome's mind.
So, she only had to make him reach his climax and he would be satisfied enough to let her be. She would be able to save her innocence and even a smidgen of her remaining honor. Whatever there had been left after she had ogled him the whole day and having some very unkosher thoughts.
She continued to rub his throbbing… thing and make whimpering noises. But when Toga refused to come, Kagome laid all her cards on the table. Fine. She would do anything necessary to keep him from getting into her pants.
So, she ramped up her efforts. "You are so hot. I want you to come for me," Kagome parroted lines from risqué films she'd seen in her time.
But Toga resisted. "No… I need to be inside you."
Unbeknownst to both, this impassioned declaration set destiny's gears turning.
Grrr! Kagome fumed in her head. Why did dogs have to be so goddamn stubborn! 'Come you gorgeous numbskull!'
The girl lifted her behind off the ground, squishing his manhood harder against his abdomen and her hand. Her lips found their way to his ear and brashly sought his sensitive lobe between her teeth. Unintentionally she was also turning herself on. Mortified of her bravado but also feeling oddly unhindered by trying to drive the man into coming. The line between genuine and feigned desire became hazy as their mutual teasing reached a crescendo.
"Mmmmh, Toga," she moaned when Toga finally had gathered enough of his wits to taunt her back. His back was arched as he had caught one rosy nipple in his mouth sucking her erogenous bead while she still massaged his shaft.
The potent aroma of her arousal almost caused him to abandon his prior resolve of not resorting to force. Every time he stealthily tried to slide his hand to her waistband, aiming to shimmy her pants down, she either slapped his hand away or wriggled her hips, thwarting his attempts. The demon lord realized he would have to be inside her soon before his body yielded under her ministrations.
Kagome felt how she was soaked through her pants. And when she gave one firmer squeeze on Toga's tortured penis, she felt how small eruption of sticky goo was released from the tip. They were both only few steps shy of the finish line. The young woman found herself conflicted over who she wished would topple first.
"I can't…" She whispered, choked up and squeezing her eyes shut. Toga's throbbing hardness felt like satin against her palm. He craved her, deeply. The handsome demi-god was striving to stoke her desires just as fervently as she was trying to ignite his. The heat between her thighs bordered on painful. "I want you… Toga." As his name left her lips, she finally permitted his hand its quest. It didn't take long for him to discover her sensitive pearl of pleasure above her entrance.
Kagome let out a deep moan as Toga's touch dismantled the final barriers of her restraint.
"Oh, gods! Toga… T-take me… Please, take me. Now!"
Yet, when she finally begged him, it proved too much. Between the intoxicating scent of her wanton flesh and the wetness of her willing cavern, he found himself unable to hold back his impending release, especially when she whispered such fervent words to his ear, trembling at the beginning of her own orgasm.
With a few determined thrusts against her hand, he knew there was nothing he could do to make his cock stop from shooting out his seed.
What followed was a symphony of labored breaths and the silence of shared intimacy. Their slick bodies pressed together, trying to regain composure.
As Toga gazed down at Kagome, she realized his hunger hadn't abated. She wasn't still over her carnal high when he was already to continue. Evidently, demons boasted more stamina than humans. Whether that was a blessing or curse, musing in the afterglow of her own intense orgasm, Kagome wasn't entirely sure. Toga's still-rigid cock nudged her, hinting that their tryst wasn't over.
"If you two are quite done, Toga-san is expected back at camp."
The voice caught the entwined couple by surprise, almost causing them to leap out of their skins. Toga quickly corrected his clothing and rose off Kagome who tried to save what little was left of her modesty by hugging her chest and clamping her knees together.
"Kimiko!" Toga, slightly winded, exclaimed. Shit. He mentally noted that he should have to learn to be not so caught up in Kagome, lest he constantly be surprised by whoever was passing by. Although, in fairness, Kimiko was adept at concealing her presence, even from veteran demons. "How long—"
Gracefully, Kimiko interrupted, "Long enough." Trust Kimiko to interrupt and still sound courteous.
Before he could pose another query, she playfully fluttered her lashes, responding even before he spoke. "Your father requested."
She cast a quick glance at Kagome, still reclining, and added, "Alone, if you will."
Toga appeared taken aback and looked towards the flustered human who was trying to get up without revealing anything improper in the process. He didn't want to leave her behind when she probably didn't even know her way back. The little demoness slowly walked to Kagome and obviously sized her current attire with bemusement.
"Don't worry." Kimiko said with a honey dripping tone. "I'll escort her back."
Her big child-liked eyes twinkled and stared at her mate-to-be. "Run along now, Toga."
A/N: I know stuff is advancing quite fast, but this was my very first long-fic. The script changed halfway writing this and I've revised this several times, adding an extra chapter at the beginning to even the pace. Thank you for you patience and understanding. :'D