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My Woman	By : scattered-dimensions Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Kouga/Kagome Views: 16033 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Hiroshi watched the red-headed female sleep. He had done as she asked. Their plan was coming along better than he expected. Their goals weren’t the same of course, but she didn’t need to know that. All she needed to know was that he was here for her.
He hadn’t been all that impressed with Kouga’s leadership or even Kouga himself. He was too young and cocky for his own good. Then there was this priestess business. How dare he defile the great bloodline of the tribe? They had never accepted a human as a companion and up until his leadership, they had eaten humans. They were delicious, if you could get past the smell.
Naturally, Kouga had forbidden any grievous acts against the human race, to break such a rule would result in direct punishment from the Alpha himself. It hadn’t stopped him from indulging anyway. He wasn’t scared of Kouga. Why should he go against hundreds of years of accepted behavior because a whelp who was too big for his pelts said so? He couldn’t see why Ayame was so infatuated with the idiot. She stirred and turned, locking large green eyes on his person, shooting straight up.
“Hiroshi, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
“I didn’t mean to frighten you, Ayame. I wanted to let you know that I have done as you requested. The last letter was delivered two days ago.”
“Good. So, how did the dogs take the news?”
“Well, the Taiyoukai was in a murderous frenzy when he left his fortress. I really had to book it to get back on the pack’s lands to beat him here, but he’s no match for wolf speed. The mutt reacted as planned. He has a couple humans traveling with him and a kit, so he’ll be slowed down. They all should arrive at the meeting as scheduled.”
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Did you spread the word about Kouga’s plans with the bitch?”
“I did indeed. Over half the pack is in full support of our beliefs, and have vowed to speak out against the Miko during the ceremony. She doesn’t stand a chance.”
“As if she would have anyway.” She scoffed.
“I have to ask. What about you? You know the consequences of attacking the Alpha. Aren’t you afraid that they’re going to condemn you to death?”
“I’m realistic, Hiroshi. There’s nothing short of a miracle that will save my place here in the pack. The best I can hope for is to have that worthless priestess banished from our lands and myself being exiled. I do hope that the Counsel will understand my reasons when I explain myself, but without Kouga’s support they will fall on deaf ears.”
“So, your plan is to eliminate the Miko from Kouga’s life and hope that he forgets about her?” He asked perplexed.
“Not just that. I want him to see her for what she really is, a spineless, conniving human who is irrevocably in love with that stupid mutt, InuYasha. Kouga’s been pining over the little twit for years, and years before that he would lavish affections on her. The whole time she led him on while she was head over hills for the dog. Kouga didn’t see it then, but he will have to face it now. When InuYasha shows up and she runs to his side, he’ll finally see who he belongs with.”
She had a mischievous glint in her turquoise eyes. He had always found her to be quite fetching, but the way her devious mind worked had him swelling. Kouga didn’t know what he was missing and probably never would. It was obvious to everyone, but Ayame, that he held no interest for her. She was going to be very disappointed, but he couldn’t risk her life being forfeited because their dumbass leader didn’t want her. He, however, wanted her and would have her, but first, he needed to find a way to save her.
“I have to go, Ayame. Just to let you know, you will have my support during the hearing. If you have need of anything, all you have to do is send word and it is done. Sleep well.”

Kouga awoke to a light weight on his chest. He looked down at the top of Kagome’s dark head. She clung to him, whimpering in her sleep. She was having another nightmare. Damn those snake demons. After he took her back to Edo, he was going to hunt down every last one of the bastards and put an end to them once and for all. He rubbed her back to calm her. Once he was sure her dreams were pleasant again, he extracted himself from her hold and stood. He looked around his den at all the little additions that belonged to Kagome as he prepared the water for a bath. He hoped the hot water would relax him enough so he could drift back to sleep.
The extra papers and quills on his desk were one of the many intriguing things about his woman. You can imagine his surprise when he found out she could read and write. Most females, demon or human, couldn’t afford such an education. He had asked her about it and had found out about the bone eaters well and her travel through time. It had explained a lot, further solidifying her being one of a kind. Her handwriting was elegant and precise, much better than his illegible scribblings. He could read and write just fine, he just hated it. She had offered to transcribe his work for him and he didn’t see any harm in it. He approved everything she wrote before sending it out. He had to admit it was a nice reprieve, not to mention very gratifying to watch. She fit so perfectly behind his desk, milling over the ever present paper work with concentration etched on her brow. It was the sort of thing a mate would do, but she didn’t know that and he wasn’t going to tell her.
He walked over to his shelves and ran his hands along her furs, picking up one of her legs wraps and bringing it to his nose. Her scent flowed from it and he sighed at the contentment that surrounded him. He put it back in its place and turned his attention to the hair ribbons he had given her. She had placed them on the same shelf as his armor and katana. He smiled at the way she possessed half of his personal space.
She didn’t love him like he loved her, but she would allow him to sneak a kiss or two and she didn’t pull away from his embrace as quickly as she had before. She had agreed to fight for her right to be a pack sister, but had already told him she wanted to go back home to Edo. She missed everyone and was afraid of how worried they must be about her. He had assured her that once they saw she was safe and sound everything would be okay.
Tomorrow was the Council meeting. It was set to begin a little after sundown. He had already given Hakkaku and Ginta the task of finding out where everyone in the pack stood on her membership. Saburo was to rally the supporters to speak up on Kagome’s behalf. Then, the afternoon was reserved for the four of them to prepare her for the ceremony itself. She was nervous, but would do just fine. Saburo had taken time during the past couple of days to give her lessons in the ookami ways of respect. She picked it up quickly, which was no surprise to him. If he didn’t know any better he would swear she was part wolf.
There was a very audible yawn behind him and rustling of the covers. He turned to see a groggy Kagome sitting up on the pallet, knuckling the sleep out of her eyes. She must have noticed him missing. He smiled at the thought.
“What are you doing up so late, Kouga?” She asked softly, stretching her arms over her head.
“I couldn’t sleep. I got a lot on my mind.”
She pushed the covers back, revealing her shapely, long legs, and padded across the cold stone floor.
“You know what they say. Thinking is dangerous business.”
“Is it now? No wonder there was smoke rolling out my ears earlier.”
He smirked at her as she tapped her lips with her finger thoughtfully, her other hand perched on the swell of her hip. She lifted her hands to cup each side of his face, turning his head to the left and then the right.
“I don’t see any smoke damage. I think you will be fine if you keep the brain activity to a minimum.” She said with mock seriousness.
“Is that your professional opinion, Miko Kagome?” He asked, his voice dropping an octave when he said her name.
He encircled her waist with his hands and closed the distance between them. He could feel the way her fur covered breasts teasingly brushed his bare chest with each breath she took, could see her skin prickle in the cool air.
“It is, Prince Kouga.”
He bent down and captured her lips in a deep kiss, delving deep. She slid her delicate petite hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He released her mouth and peppered soft kisses down the column of her slender neck. His hand fisted in the back of her silken tresses, pulling her back to give him better access to her soft skin. He ran his tongue horizontally across the edge of her fur top that stopped right above her pert breasts.
“You taste wonderful.” He whispered, running his nose along her cheek.
She slid her hands down and pressed against his chest leaning back slightly to look in his eyes. He covered her hands with one of his, keeping them in place and raised his other hand to trace her lips with the pad of his thumb.
“Kouga?” She asked genuinely surprised and embarrassed.
Her lips brushed against his thumb when she spoke, sending a new wave of heat to his groin. He surged his hips forward, rubbing himself against her, earning a gasp from her in return. He smiled sweetly at her as he replaced his thumb with his other four fingers, tracing her now parted lips.
“So innocent.” It was only a whisper, but in it she could hear the love, the reassurance, the need. “You amaze me, Kagome, have since the first day we met.”
He chuckled and took his fingers from her lips, brushing them up her cheek to cup her face. She nuzzled her face into his palm as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers for the briefest of seconds.
“I have waited so long to hold you like this, to feel your body pressed to mine.”
He pulled her head to rest on his chest and rubbed the length of her hair from the crown of her head to her waist only to return and do it again. She let herself relax against him, enjoying the way she fit in his arms, reveling in his warmth. He stayed silent for a long time just stroking her hair.
He leaned forward and captured her lips again, the hunger in his kiss matching the intensity of his eyes. She could feel the restraint, the sheer power of will that only he could possess holding himself back, keeping himself from taking too much from her. That vicious heat erupted in her lower regions, pooling liquid fire between her thighs. She was nervous and excited all at the same time. She grabbed the ends of the long, dark hair spilling over his shoulders and returned his attentions just as passionately. Her rational mind died in that moment.
She slipped her tongue between his parted lips and teased his fleshy appendage with hers. It became a battle for dominance and she submitted willingly. She pressed herself against him while he explored her mouth, the action causing her stomach to brush against his engorged member sending molten electricity through her body. She felt him twitch and moaned into his mouth at the sensation. He broke the kiss, both of them left panting. He ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek; the pad of his clawed thumb traced her swollen lips.
“Kagome, do you understand what you are doing to me?” He asked quietly, his focus intent on the movements of his thumb. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
“You’re not ready for this yet. I want our first time to be when you can honestly tell me you’re in love with me. I will deny you nothing, Kagome, I swear, but I won’t allow you to give this precious gift to someone you don’t love, even if it is me.” He kissed her again softly, and then nuzzled her hair. “I love you, Kagome. I always have and nothing is going to change that. Every moment I’ve ever spent with you has been a gift from the Gods and the only thing I regret is leaving you that day. I should have stayed. I don’t want you to regret this. You deserve more.”
The salt from her tears consumed his senses. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He could smell how great her need was and his own matched it, but he meant what he said. Their first time would be when she agreed to be his mate and not a second before. He would not take her innocence and replace it with regret. He would give her the world, protect her with his life, lavish her with love and affection, but he would never take from her. He had waited this long and no matter how his body screamed in protest; he would wait as long as she needed. If she allowed him nothing else, he would give her this. He wiped away her tears and gazed into her misty, brown eyes. He saw her loneliness, her fear, her pain, her gratitude, but underneath it all was a spark. It was small, but unmistakable. Yes, he would wait for her and only her.
“Kouga, I care for you. I always have.” She said.
“I know you have, love, I know.”
“And you’re right, I’m not ready for…that. I’ve never had anyone treat me the way you have. It makes me feel things I don’t understand. It makes me…I want…No, I need more. Please, Kouga. I need you to touch me. Please.”
He inwardly groaned at her innocent confession and plea. His cock swelled to painful proportions, throbbing, begging for release. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. She really didn’t have a clue how she was affecting him. The things this tiny slip of a woman did to him, this torturous sickly sweet, pleasure pain she induced was addicting. Never in all his years had he been weak, but against her he had no resolve. It was unlike anything he had ever felt and oddly enough, all the turmoil his soul had absorbed melted away leaving a tranquil peace. It was liberating. He had promised never to deny her and he wasn’t about to start now.
He ran his hands down her back, gently cupping her firm, round bottom and lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist to help her support herself. He dipped his head to her neck and ran his tongue from her collar bone to the base of her ear. She shivered in pleasure in his arms. He nipped her earlobe while he found the tie holding her upper pelt together. He tugged it and allowed it to fall to the stone floor. She gasped at the sudden rush of cool air against her bare flesh and he felt her nipples harden against his chest.
“Bathe with me.”
He didn’t wait for her to answer, his mouth descending on hers, causing her mind to fog over with lust. He walked them toward the tub, untying her lower pelt, never breaking the rhythm of their lips sliding over each other’s. He broke the kiss, letting her slide down his chiseled body until her feet made purchase with the floor. Her lower pelt fell away gracelessly. His eyes roamed her body, devouring each dip and curve. She blushed and averted her eyes, instinctively attempting to hide her nudity with her arms. He walked forward and grabbed her hands before they reached their destinations.
“Don’t hide yourself from me. I love every single inch of you.”
He raised her fingers to his lips and took his time kissing each tiny digit before stepping backward towards the filled, steaming tub. He pulled her in with him, her legs straddling his lap. She inched forward and placed her lips on his. He met each of her soft caresses with his own. He encircled one arm around her waist, tangled his other clawed hand in her hair and pulled her flush against his strong, hard body. They both gasped when her lower region met a very hard, very thick bulge under his towel. She hadn’t even noticed him change into it.
He held her firmly to his chest as he moved off the bench and slid deeper into the water. He didn’t hold back the groans of pleasure when she shifted in his hold and pressed herself into him. He cradled her shoulders in one arm and leaned her back into the water, exposing her full breasts to his view. He brushed his claws through her drenched locks to make sure they were completely saturated then lifted her back to him.
“Hold onto me, love.”
He felt her arms slide around his neck in a strong hold. He groaned and nuzzled her cheek. He grabbed the hair soap from the table and worked the lather through her long hair, massaging her scalp with his claws gently so not to hurt her. She sighed her pleasure, a sound as sweet as honey to his ears. He enveloped her lips again. This time it was pleasurable in ways he couldn’t describe. Her taste danced across his tongue, overpowering his senses. This was a delicacy and he simply couldn’t get enough of it. He broke the kiss to give into to the need for her to breath and laid her back into the water to rinse her hair. What a breathtaking masterpiece she made, her hair floating, fanned around her head, the way the moonlight made the water on her heaving chest glisten, her kiss swollen, petal pink lips parted slightly. Perfection.
He leaned down, growling softly when his length rubbed against her heat, and licked her neck in the traditional ookami display of affection towards one’s mate, before capturing one hardened nipple in his mouth, suckling, flicking, and swirling with his tongue. He gently grasped her other breast in his still lather laden hand and massaged the soft orb, plucking and rolling her tiny peak with his expert fingers. She moaned and bucked her hips into him and he returned her thrust. He continued to meet her gentle advances when he pulled away from her breast, earning himself a whine of protest from his woman. He lathered her full, pert mounds, washing them, kneading them, enjoying the feel of them under his palm. He cupped water in his hand and poured it over her heaving chest, his eyes drinking in the way the water beaded on her soft, pale skin, the way it ran over her swollen nipples.
She never noticed the moment that he lifted her out of the water, never noticed the towel he used to dry her overheated flesh. She was too far gone to the sensations of his hands worshipping her body, too lost in the deep groans that would rumble through his chest when their hips met, too far gone to notice when he laid her down on the soft furs. When he moved away she couldn’t stop the pleading whine that escaped her throat from the loss of his warmth.
“Look at me, Kagome.” He softly commanded his voice deep and husky.
She opened her eyes as he demanded. She drank in every dip and hollow of his well-formed muscles that rippled under his sun-kissed skin, his mesmerizing blue eyes smoldering with love and lust, the way his deceptively soft lips had parted slightly to take in the air around them. He was dangerous and beautiful and she couldn’t get enough.
She watched silently when he unfolded the towel at his waist and at an antagonizing slow pace, pulled it apart and let it fall, revealing his throbbing engorged member, standing on its own, the swollen head glistening with moisture. Her face flamed and her breath caught in her throat. He was huge and intimidating. She felt the cold of fear and uncertainty wash over her body.
“Don’t be frightened of me. Remember what I said, not until you’re ready.” He said reassuringly, obviously sensing her trepidation.
He knelt beside her and kissed her deeply, weaving his tongue with hers. She felt his clawed hand pull her thighs apart. She clamped them closed again out of instinct. He broke their kiss, but left his lips a hair’s breath away from hers.
“Kagome, I promise you I will not hurt you. Open them for me.” He rubbed soothing circles along her thigh and kissed her softly. “Let me do this for you. Let me show you the meaning of these feelings. Let me teach you. Open them for me. Let me touch you.”
She opened her legs slowly to him. He shifted to lie between her legs and supported himself on one elbow over her.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
He licked her neck again, leaving a searing trail of moisture on her skin. She felt him slide his hand from her thigh up her side to cup the outer swell of her breast. She moaned and felt him smile against her ear. He licked the outer shell of it and her hips bucked uncontrollably at the sensation. He covered her lips with his briefly before exploring her body. He gently nipped and licked down the column of her neck, bringing his thumb across the swell of her breast and rubbing circles around the tiny bud. His pace was tantalizingly slow as he moved down across her collarbone, making his way to her aching mounds.
He was stoking the heat inside her leaving trails of fire behind with every deliberate touch. She could feel the moisture running down her thighs, the ache was a throbbing need, a need that hurt and left her trembling under him. He pulled her nipple into his mouth suckling and gently nipping, his thumb still circling the other and flicking to the rhythm of his tongue. She rubbed herself against him wantonly as she lifted her hands to his head to pull him closer, causing his silken tresses to cascade over his shoulders and across her damp skin. He groaned against her breast as she racked her blunt human nails across his scalp.
He pulled away, hovering over her, his eyes scorching hers with the same raging inferno that matched her own. He pushed off of his arm and knelt between her outstretched legs. He used both of his clawed hands to caress her cheeks, pushing her long bangs behind her ears before pressing both of his palms down her neck, slowly over her breasts, across her stomach, and around her hips and lifted her resting her bottom on his upper thick thighs. She could feel his hot turgid cock against her inner thigh. The heat in her body was so intense she felt like crying, felt like begging for him to make it stop, to make the pain go away. She tried to buck against him again to relieve the ache between her legs, but her watery muscles didn’t allow her satisfaction at this new angle.
He watched her reaction intently when he ran his fingers across the moist lips of her womanhood, using his thumb to begin gentle, slow circles on her tiny pearl. She cried out softly as the delicious friction caused something inside her to coil. He worked her slowly with expert fingers, watching her eyes flutter closed at the new sensations he was giving her. She was so responsive to his touch, allowing him to lead her up the mountain of carnal gratification.
He moved her flat on the pallet and laid on his stomach, pulling her legs up and resting them over his arms, her knees bent. She felt his fingers rub her lips again, before he slipped a thick finger inside her. Her breath caught in her throat and her walls clamped down, trying to push the intruder out. He paused for a moment, waiting for her to relax before pumping the digit slowly in and out of her. She whimpered and moaned as he pleasured her. She tried to buck her hips to increase the sensation, but he held her firmly in place. His thumb found that little bundle of nerves again and began to swirl in sync with his thrusting. She felt him stop all together and almost screamed in frustration and loss. It didn’t last long, because he returned to her tight channel with another finger, stretching her, penetrating deeper than he had before. His fingers curled and put pressure on something deep inside, causing her to mewl and writhe, struggling against his hold.
He focused on her, ignoring his own needs. He was pleased with the way his touches had raised her arousal to such a level. She was on the verge of tears, in need of her release, but he knew she didn’t know how to ask for it, didn’t know what to ask for. He could feel her juices slipping over his fingers and dripping from her folds as he stroked her body closer to the realm of rapture. He replaced his thumb with his tongue, flicking the swollen nub, before suckling it. He pumped into her faster, hitting her nerve center with each stroke as his tongue lapped at her pulsing clit. She tensed under his ministrations, planted her feet on the ground and tried to push away from him with unadulterated fear in her eyes. She didn’t understand the feeling she was having, but he was her teacher and she was going to learn. He raised his head and smiled at her, gently shaking his head, telling her without words that she was going to finish.
He snaked his arm around the back of her hips, removed his fingers and pulled her forward meeting his mouth. He devoured her, dipping his rough tongue in and lapping greedily at the succulence she offered him. He brought his thumb back to her clit and held a steady pressure and oscillation as he consumed her. Her tiny cries of pleasure had increased in volume, a sweet symphony to his ears. She tensed again and he felt her walls clamp down around his appendage, then the sudden wash of scorching liquid flowing into his awaiting mouth, pouring down his chin. His little woman had come hard and was shuddering violently from the aftershocks of euphoria. He lifted her to him and cradled her against his chest, resting her head against his shoulder, as he stroked her damp hair waiting for her to come back to him.
“Kouga?” She said dreamily.
“Yes, love?” He replied, still stroking her hair as her body shook lightly in his arms.
“Thank you.”
“Did you enjoy it?” He asked, kissing the top of her sweaty head.
“It was amazing. “
“I can give you many, many more.”
“But, Kouga, don’t you need to…”
“Shhh, Kagome. Don’t you worry about me. This was for you, for your pleasure.”
He laid her down on the pallets and gently kissed her, silencing any further attempts at questions on her part. She was exhausted and he knew it. She needed rest and he needed to relieve himself of his painful problem.
“Sleep, Kagome, you have a long day ahead of you.”
The only reply he got was a soft hum as she drifted off to sleep. He settled beside her, taking in her sensuous curves, the scent of her arousal and release, her decadent taste lingering on his lips. He fisted his erection and stroked himself to that same familiar rhythm he had on many nights before this.

A/N: Thank you KEdakumi for the review and encouragement. I'm glad you're please with the story so far. There are a lot of people after Kagome. She's just lucky like that.*hehe*
Be prepared for a few more twists, but I promise it will all come together in the end. I got a lot rollin' around in the ol' noggin. More will be posted soon.
~scattered-dimensons~
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