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Her fingers went through the folds of his red robes and of those underneath to brush his hot flesh; a sign of her submission and want of him. She had come back, as she knew she would and as she always would, even if he had come to the realization that he could not abandon his feelings for the other. The woman he loved first. The woman he had died for, and her for him. But the yearning was too great and the wanton lust too powerful. She needed him now. Even if it was absent the feelings she wanted him to reciprocate, she needed to feel his body intimately; the same way he had shown Kikyo the other night when he proclaimed that there was no one else to protect her from Naraku but him.
He was passive this time, almost reluctant to take her. Before, on his whims, he'd aggressively get her to her hands and knees, performing very little foreplay aside from grinding the pads of his fingers against her panties to stoke the heat and wetness of her loins, grumbling about how much effort he had to put into readying her. She had always rebuked his crass complaints, yet in them, she detected a hint of fondness. After all, if she really meant nothing to him, if this was for his sole benefit of relief and concentration, he needn't enter her slowly after feeling her cleft until it softened and opened excitedly. The first time he'd taken her – her first time – he'd even shown some contrition at her discomfort, faulting her for not warning him that she was a maiden to mask his guilt, but he'd slowed significantly, waiting for her to grow accustomed to him being inside of her. And as he rutted her that first time, as she faced the grass, trying to catch her breath with each forward thrust into her from behind, she considered how she hadn't even received her first kiss yet. And now she was bowing to a Dog Demon's – Half-Breed or otherwise – mating ritual so that he could concentrate on the fights to come.
She believed, as her affections for her companion swelled, that these secretive trysts would bloom to something more substantial…
But he'd chosen Kikyo…
He even smelled of her, and Kagome wanted to erase that. Erase Kikyo from him and from their lives!
No…
She couldn't wish that…
This was all she could do, bustling the lackluster swordsman to the nearest tree, hardly out of sight from passersby of the well, hurrying out his half-grown erection. The turmoil of his decision was showing; normally, he'd be engorged to the fullest by this time and pouncing on her. He seemed unable – or unwilling – to show her the readiness he had given Kikyo the other night…
But Kagome was determined, dropping to her knees, yet not turning around, poising in the ceremony he was accustomed to. Instead, she was facing his erection, indecently; to him, at least. A priestess would never accommodate a man's confliction with her mouth. But Kagome did. Only as her friends advised in embarrassed whispers, only as she had seen propagated in lewd drawings – and magazines – her grandfather harbored in his bins of relics. She revered Inuyasha's drooped mast in both hands, sheltering him with her warm hands as her mouth secured over his tip. Apart from a curious exploit with a banana at home – when she had only recently been claimed as Inuyasha's traveling mate – she had never done anything like this before. Her tongue was shy, leaping out with curious samplings of his flavor.
And Kikyo's.
She tried not to think of it as her strokes became bolder and broader, running down his length to where his snow-white hair grew in a soft tuft or where his legacy resided within a tensing sac. To give fuller access and freedom of range, her hands slipped down to hold onto his waist, anchoring herself to him as she explored him with her mouth. She expressed some misgivings about coddling his dangling pouch, knowing this area to be sensitive to pain; he himself gave a sharp gasp, his hands leaping behind him to clutch and dig his claws into the bark of the tree as one of the orbs was drawn into her mouth.
She gave him relief by leaving them and going back to running her tongue up and down the shaft instead, her eyes regarding him, searching for some kind of approval as she did her work. He looked so vulnerable, helpless, and – worst of all – apologetic; as if to say that nothing she could do for him would change his heart.
A noise like she was choking came up from her throat before she had even put him into her mouth. Her eyes were closed now; tightly. She ran him nearly to the back, though she'd no preparation for him. For a moment, she held him there. She felt her reflexes kicking in, though he wasn't far enough back to invoke her to gag. Her tongue held stiffly underneath him, all about her orifice tense around him.
This thing… that betrayed her and was inside Kikyo. To the end, filling a body of soil and bone and nothing more with a future that could never come to pass!
Kagome stifled the tears and focused on her business instead. She squeezed on his hips, her fingernails tearing into his skin, but he didn't mind. He knew he deserved it.
In a mechanical way, Kagome moved her head back and forth over him. She'd succeeded in encouraging the debilitated shaft. He felt as hard as could be. For a little while, she imposed her mouth further over him, her throat undulating in warning when he crept too far back on her tongue.
Finally, his hands went to her head, stopping her with a gasp of her name. She obeyed. She'd always obey him. So why couldn't he…?
"Please," she eked out, her lips plump and glossy and reddened from her attention to him.
Try as he might to remain to his convictions, he couldn't refuse her. His straightened posture slackened, like he accepted the burden of his hypocrisy and that sin would relieve him. He sunk down to her, but not on his knees; like a pooch, they splayed outward as he sat in wait.
In wait of her to take the position so they could end this shame…
But Kagome diverted from the usual, instead grabbing his robes, beckoning him on top of her as she lay back. The human way. His Demon urges resisted, but the humanity yielded to her. She was reclined, he was hovering over her, allowing her to assume the lead. Her eyes never left his, and though it made him uncomfortable from the quaver in his heart, he forced himself not to look away. He owed her at least that much…
She grabbed his piece and steered it to her. He hadn't even touched her undergarments that he had said felt very nice at one time. Even now, his hands were at her sides instead of brushing her flesh.
His wet head found an entrance, and her body rolled against the connection. Her face screwed up in clear discomfort, though he could smell that she was ready for him. Insertion had never been so difficult before, yet she looked worse, in more pain than she had the first time he took her. He almost receded if not for the instinctual urge to mate that was only enhanced by his canine compulsories. With a low groan, he fought against the tension of her body, and though she drew up with a pained gasp, she seemed grateful for his cooperation.
It wasn't until the head breached her that he knew something was off. On her hands and knees would have been better, he decided firmly in his mind; he wouldn't have to peer between them to see what was wrong between them. The garments called panties were askew, showing off the full dark hair of her woman's mound, but the pink lips were sealed. And that left…
He gasped her name again, looking at her for explanation. Through her one-eyed grimace, she forced a smile over her pain. "It's fine," she got out with staggered effort, and then encouraged him onward, drawing at his hakama still hanging about his waist, curling her hips up to show her willingness.
Inuyasha wished he could have had the will to deny her this. It was unbecoming of her and entirely wrong. At the same time, the space within was invitingly snug. Swearing quietly at his own lack of fortitude, he began to push through that entrance, feeling the rim constrict painfully, knowing it would have been worse if Kagome hadn't employed the technique that Kikyo never had. Never could he fathom Kikyo allowing this. With something resembling a whimper, his muscles tightening with elation, he pressed in deep. Kagome howled, her hands jumping up to clutch onto his robes, her eyes welling up with tears from the final jolt inside her forbidden hole.
Panting himself, overwhelmed by this thrilling sensation of being choked inside of her, he asked if she was okay. She could handle combat to a degree, but this seemed to leave her more taxed even than facing Sesshomaru. "K-Keep going," she began to say, over and over whenever he showed hesitance to her resilience. Her hands fisted on his sleeves at his upper arms, and the more he dove into her, the tighter she held on, her yelps and whimpers melding into the sounds of hot pleasure. Her legs held themselves high and open, granting his thrusting hips as much room as he needed to pump energetically into that hole. He'd lost his usual confidence when rutting. Like this, in this position, in this hole, he had not the normal purchase of stance. His feet clamored outward, trying to find leverage in the dirt to keep hitting at that spot in her that gave them both the greatest pleasure.
He was about to explode, but the strangling border held him up. He twitched and defiantly thrust through it harder than before. If Kagome was willing to put up with it and accept this role, he was willing to indulge it! With a feral sound, his fingers digging into earth and his feet finding their stability, he hit into Kagome with all the passion he could muster.
She called out to him the moment his heat began to soil her insides. The flood seeped deep into that part of her, and in return, her limbs were thrown about him, hugging him to her body, smelling him and only him under the herbal scents of a lost priestess, tucking her interlocked ankles beneath his backside to keep him firmly and deeply locked in her body until he and her were both spent.
And even after…
Even after his strength had failed and he lied upon her with his full weight, she held onto him with all the strength within her. She was trembling, from more than the shock of his entering her, from more than her completion… She was trembling because she was afraid if she released him, he would say what she feared most.
"We can't again…"
Even if, for him, she could do what Kikyo couldn't…
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