Kagome stared into the abyss of the time-portal well. She hadn't been as nervous embarking on this trip as she had been the last time they were about to face Naraku.
Just last night, she had brimmed with determination, resolved to make that piece of dog-pelt eat crow. Yesterday, she had been a vibrant balloon of confidence, but today, she felt like deflated party decor. Could she really pull this off?
Kagome chewed on her bottom lip and fumbled with the straps of her backpack. She sought the resolve and moxie that had fueled her earlier. She recounted all the assholery her knuckleheaded had partaken in as of late. Belittling the importance of her studies and their impact on her life. Soiling her favorite comforter. Damaging the floor of her room with claw-marks. Acting as if she were his servant. Implying that she was 'putting out' for other guys. Behaving like a crass, self-centered man-child stalker.
With a firm grip on the straps and renewed gusto, Kagome nodded to herself.
'Hell yes, the reckoning of the ages will commence.'
The Inutachi were loitering around Kaede's village. No new leads on the whereabouts of any Shikon shards had surfaced. Even recent demon activity had been scant, leaving no need for demon purging. Aside from practicing and gathering supplies for the next mission, the group had nothing much to do.
Shippo was napping. Kirara was frolicking in the nearby wheat fields, chasing mice. Sango was demonstrating impressive hand-stance training and doing push-ups, while Miroku was leaning against the wall of Kaede's hut, pretending to study sacred demon exorcism texts. In reality, he was covertly stealing glances at Sango's exercise routine.
The thing that pried Miroku's attention away from the demon slayer was the other female of their small company that was currently walking towards them. Had Miroku been a braver, or more likely stupider, man, he'd given a low whistle.
Kagome was dressed in an attire unlike anything Miroku had seen before in the Sengoku era. It was as delicate as the finest silk, almost becoming transparent by the touch of light. A pale blue dress that hugged her breasts – had they always been that imposing, the monk noted – and cascaded down light and airy, like the wings of a butterfly. He couldn't see any straps on the dress and pondered how such a construct even kept from gliding off with the wind.
'Inuyasha is in trouble,' the monk smirked and tried to pretend to be engrossed in his reading.
Sango noticed Kagome just as the younger girl stopped to remove her backpack. Sango ended her balance training and turned to greet her friend.
"Oh, Kagom—OH!" The demon slayer nearly bit her tongue when she saw Kagome's attire. Instinctively she gave a furious glare at Miroku, but the monk seemed to be piously concentrated on his scroll. Yeah right, Sango huffed in her mind, but let him be – for now.
"Kagome… What's with-?" Sango began to inquire, but Kagome dismissed her.
"Where's Inuyasha?" Kagome asked, beaming with a smile.
"Uhh…" Sango hesitated. It was evident that Inuyasha had sumptuously screwed something up to bring about this kind of fashion on Kagome. But usually Inuyasha deserved anything Kagome dished out. Sango pointed her finger at the outskirt of the village.
"Probably meditating near the woodline in that old tree."
Kagome's eerily bright smile only widened, and she offered her backpack to Sango.
"Thank you, Sango-san. I brought some treats, please, help yourself!"
Sango was left standing in the wake of the younger woman, the yellow backpack sagging in her hands.
'Godspeed, Inuyasha.'
Moments later, Kagome found Inuyasha lounging on the lower, thicker branches of the tree. She took a calming breath before calling out his name.
"Umnh," Inuyasha grunted, half-asleep, but acknowledging her presence.
"Since there hasn't been any news on the Shikon no Tama, I think it would be more productive for me to stay in my own time and catch up on schoolwork," Kagome announced. "I brought supplies that'll last you a week."
Slowly regaining his alertness, Inuyasha groggily propped himself up.
"Wait, that's not what we agreeee—" He began retaliating against her new bargain to avoid her duties in the Sengoku era but was caught off guard by the sight of her new dress. Distracted, he lost his grip on the branch and ungracefully landed on the ground.
Suppressing a sneer, Kagome calmly watched as Inuyasha scrambled up from the ground. "If I go home now to finish my schoolwork, it means I can spend more time here later when we actually have something to fight."
The half-demon hardly registered the words school, later and fight since all his senses were preoccupied by a landscape of creamy skin and supple flesh on a translucent platter of fabric.
The dress was practically made out of fucking air. Kagome was standing against backlight and the sun revealed everything. Everything Inuyasha had had only his imagination to rely on earlier. The curve of her hips, the gap between her thighs, the slope of her legs.
"Did the monk see you dressed like this?"
"Yes, but… What does that have to do with anything?"
"Nothing," Inuyasha replied, adding to himself, 'I might just need to gauge his eyes out later.'
But as angry as he might've been about Miroku seeing too much for his own good, it did hardly anything to suppress the all-too-familiar sensation of… engorgement of his own.
Kagome studied his face and the slow transformation on his features. The anger in his eyes melted away and a dreamy, heavy expression occupied the vacancy. It was comical.
"What did you…" Inuyasha coughed and tried to tear his eyes away from her neckline. "What did you want now?" He tried to regain his earlier train of thought. What had they been discussing again?
"I'll be gone a week," Kagome summarized as if the fact had been established earlier.
Inuyasha shook his head. Wait, no! That's not what he agreed to, was it? God damnit. He struggled to swallow when Kagome shifted her weight, and her thighs were briefly pressed together. Squishing that mystical junction between them. Shit. He crossed his arms across his chest, not really sure what to do with himself. He tried awfully hard not to mull on the thought how ridiculously easy it would be to rid her completely of that dress. One flick of his pinky finger. Hell, if the wind blew too hard, that would be compromising for that attire.
Kagome swayed her hips as she slowly strode forward.
"Be reasonable." She cooed while pursing those small pink lips of hers.
He had no idea what she had just said even though he was intensely observing her mouth that was moving ever so close.
"No." He replied instinctively and carefully backed away from her gravitational field of allure until his back came into contact with the tree behind him.
"Inuyasha…" Kagome addressed him, lightly breathing his name out almost sensually.
He was becoming so hard his head was spinning. It became intolerably difficult not to huff and puff that dress off her petite frame. And lord knows, he would have if not for the memory of last time they had been in a similar situation, and him being thrown out a window.
Kagome had come so close to him, there was just enough space between their bodies that Inuyasha's sworddidn't poke Kagome. The girl rested her palms on his chest. She cocked her head to the side and batted her midnight lashes.
"Say yes." She purred and rocked her hips from side to side, drawing abstract designs with her fingertips on the front of his haori.
Inuyasha was breathing so hard, he was practically panting. He uncrossed his arms and dug his claws firmly into the bark behind his back, so as not to grab a hold of Kagome and ravish her.
"You… are… Teasing me." He faltered, his words coming out thin and strained.
Kagome would have never imagined how much she enjoyed Inuyasha's plight. How could a mere mortal hold such power over a creature that was so god-like and uncontrollable? She had seen him bring down monsters and demi-gods and now he was trembling beneath her palms. Her weak, human palms, a demon might add.
She hadn't planned on going this far, but she wasn't completely immune to the raw sexual energy that crackled in the air and enveloped them.
Kagome leaned all the way into his body, allowing his hardness to bury against the nest of her own body. The concrete feeling of his excited state set ablaze that pool of desire in her belly. She whimpered and closed her eyes in pleasure. This was definitely not part of her strategy to negotiate Inuyasha to grant her a week in her time.
Inuyasha could smell her arousal and how thick the scent was. It nearly undid him when Kagome squished his cock between their bodies.
"If this's…" Inuyasha moaned and ripped his claws out of the layer of bark. "If this a plot to sway me…" He groaned and grabbed Kagome by her hips, crashing her completely into his lap. "I don't play games." The half-demon growled and caught her rose petal lips into a fiery kiss.
Kagome moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He twirled them around and now it was Kagome's turn to be pinned against the tree. She hissed when she felt the rough texture on her skin.
"Inuyasha…" She pleaded when he hoisted her up; guiding her thigs around his hips.
"I'm not playing… I'm asking." She sighed and collected her thoughts. "Inuyasha, I'm begging." The girl cried out erotically. "Say yes."
Every cell in his body was screaming a throbbing inferno of yes.
"If I do, are you gonna to kick me in the nads and run off?" He questioned darkly but there was mirth in his voice.
Kagome chuckled a bit, but it was hitched in her throat when Inuyasha ripped her panties off. Her molten core was exposed to the front of Inuyasha's bulging hakama that soon became drenched in her juices.
She squealed and held him tighter when he rubbed his covered hardness against her sweetest spot.
"Yes goddamnit." He barked hoarsely and greedily governed her mouth again, brushing his thumb tentatively across her flushed cheek. "Spend a whole month even." He stopped to take a jagged, broken breath. "Just let me have you. Here. Now." The dog-demon pleaded while fumbling with the cords that kept his hakama up. If she refused him now, he would die a gruesome death of blue balls.
Kagome lolled her head backwards. Feeling Inuyasha's hands brush her loins as he tried to free himself of the layers of clothing separating their joining. She had been granted what she wanted, and the situation really could not progress any further – even if she didn't find the prospect all that unpleasant. But there was not only the matter of contraception, but also Inuyasha needed to be served some more of that humble pie she had so carefully prepared for him.
Kagome placed her hand over Inuyasha's scrabbling hands, halting him from undressing his lower half. The half-demon instinctively moved his hands away and Kagome's palm was met with his hardened, badly-aching member. She bit her lower lip – she shouldn't.
Her hand gently felt the shape of his length, inducing a low hiss from her half-demon lover. His hardness twitched in anticipation and Kagome marveled the expression of pleasure and helplessness that drew upon Inuyasha's features. The girl from the future leaned closer to Inuyasha's ear.
"A week." She murmured and let go of him.
Before Inuyasha could completely register the absence of her touch, Kagome had squirmed away from him. She made quite the dash considering she was only a human and before Inuyasha fully fathomed that he had just been played, the girl was too far for him to grab her. He tried to follow suit, but that was the exact moment his slackened hakama decided to fall down. Inuyasha toppled over his own pants and was met with the ground - face first. Ending his encounter with Kagome as per usual.
Kagome had returned home and closed the door to her room behind her. Leaning against it, she raised her hands to her cheeks.
'Well, that turned out to be super effective.'
Now she would just have to become a benevolent ruler.