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Sweet Surrender	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 7748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Lemon meringue--that�s lemon with a huge pile of fluff on top (lol)!

12. In the Beginning�.

Although I had been waiting for this moment for weeks, I was starting to get a little nervous. We had spoken in general terms about what would be happening within the next couple of hours, but the knowledge that this step was imminent was making me more than a little jittery. My new husband allowed his ears to emerge from their hiding place deep in his hair as he pulled me tight against him, wrapping me in his arms. �You�re way too nervous, love. What�s wrong?�
I turned in his grasp, leaning my forehead against his chest, breathing in the woodsy, masculine scent that made he start to relax almost immediately. �Maybe we shouldn�t�.�
I could almost hear him smirk. �Shouldn�t what?� he whispered, his lips coming dangerously close to my ear.
I blushed furiously. �I know how you were talking about us making each other scream with pleasure, but my family--�
�--Won�t be here,� he finished. When I looked up in surprise, he continued, �Your mother told me about it this morning while you were getting dressed. They�re going to be staying at a shrine across town--with some relatives of yours, I think she said. They�ve already sent their things on ahead,� he said, bending to nibble lightly at my neck, �So we have the place all to ourselves until they come back around noon tomorrow.�
I smiled softly. �Let�s go upstairs.�

*

Lifting the heavy satin skirt slightly, I quickly climbed the stairs. Knowing that I wouldn�t be alone for very long, I went into the bathroom and laid out some thick towels before taking a few more into our room.
I never heard the soft footsteps approaching from behind me. After what had happened at the party earlier, I nearly panicked when rough-skinned hands gripped my bare shoulders tightly. As the soft lips fastened on the sensitive skin of my neck I relaxed--this was, after all, what I had been waiting for.
Apparently, I wasn�t the only one. He turned me around slowly, placing soft kisses in a line leading from the back of my neck up and across to my eager lips. He held me slightly away from him, staring at me with a strange expression that seemed to be hovering somewhere between desire and disbelief. �What,� he asked in a hoarse croak, �Have you done to me?�
�Done?� I was clearly confused. This didn�t seem to be going the way I expected.
�You�ve�tamed me,� he whispered. �I�m not the same wild thing I was when we met. I�ve learned a lot because of you--I can have friends now, without having to worry about it making me weak, and I can laugh and be happy, and,� he said, lowering his lips to my ear, �I can love you without feeling guilty.�
He picked at a tiny speck of something on the collar of his jacket, then held it in his hand for a few moments before dropping it to the floor. �Go now. You know what is to be done. And don�t even think about coming back into this room until one of us opens the door from the inside.� At the even greater confusion on my face, he continued, �Myouga-jiji. If I�m going to claim my mate tonight, we need the youkai witness, remember? He came back with us when we visited the others after the ceremony.�
�I wonder why he didn�t say anything.�
My beautiful hanyou shrugged, even that gesture looking wonderful in the red jacket. �He�s probably been socializing with all your part-youkai relatives--you know how he is. In any case, it�s time for him to do the thing he�s been waiting for ever since I was a pup.�
I blushed furiously, even though we were still both fully dressed. �I�m a little nervous.�
�So am I,� he murmured. �I think I can probably pleasure you enough so that it won�t hurt too much.�
I shook my head. �I�m not really worried about that. It usually hurts some the first time, but I know that you�ll be careful. I just don�t want to disappoint you.�
He held me at arms� length, simply staring with his mouth open for a few seconds. �Disappoint me?!? You�re kidding, right? How could you, when you�ve already done so much more for me than anybody else ever would have? You stay with me, no matter what trouble comes along, you share your food with me, you�ve allowed me into your home, your family, and your heart. You allow me to touch you, and you�ve even lowered yourself to give me great pleasure. You don�t care that I�m a filthy hanyou--you don�t care what form I�m in: you love me for who I am. Do you have any idea what a miraculous thing that is?�
He crushed me tight against him, and all I could do was clutch at the deep red silk of his jacket and pray that he would never let go. When he finally loosened his grip enough to let me move, I turned in his grasp, presenting my back to him. �Could you help me with the buttons?�
Taking my shoulders gently in his hands, he dropped feather-light kisses along my neck and the exposed skin of my upper back and shoulders. He continued his gentle attack while he slowly undid all of the one hundred and twelve buttons extending from the top of the gown to my hips. As each small piece of skin was exposed, he extended his range to sniff and taste the new territory, kissing and nibbling his way down my body.
By the time he was finished with my buttons, my knees were getting decidedly wobbly, and I was moaning and gasping for breath from his soft lips and gentle touch. I turned to face him, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, and started to undo the row of silk frogs that held the jacket closed. Pushing the light fabric back off his shoulders, I began kissing my way down his body beginning at his collar and pausing briefly at each tight nipple before working my way all the way to the waistband of his pants, making absolutely certain to leave not the slightest bit of his perfect skin untouched.
Taking me by the shoulders again, he raised me back to my feet, whispering, �You�re overdressed, love. Let me help you out.� He lowered the gown to the floor next to his jacket, shivering a little in anticipation as he saw exactly what I was wearing underneath. Bending his head, he lapped lightly at each nipple in turn, noticing that the rather stiff ivory lace of my bra had already helped them to achieve the swollen hardness that only seemed to happen around him. Pulling the top edge of the lace down he sucked deeply but gently at each nipple, kneading my breasts lightly through the fabric of my bra, moaning deep in his throat at the need that was already growing in me.
I ran my fingertips across his bare chest and stomach as he pleasured my breasts, loving the way the small muscles just under the skin trembled at my touch. As he worked on my breasts, his ears were right next to my lips, so I whispered, �Now you�re the one overdressed.� As he shuddered at my words, I reached down to the waistband of his pants. After a few seconds I realized that Mama had modified the design of the pants a bit--rather than the usual zipper closure, these were held in place by silk cords that acted as drawstrings and fastened at each hip. �Clever Mama!� I thought as I held him tightly around the waist, sinking to my knees to free first one side then the other with my teeth, as I refused to relinquish my hold on his beautiful, lean body.
The red silk boxers I exposed seemed to have been cut a bit fuller than usual which, I decided, was a good thing--the bulge I could see moving restlessly beneath the layer of silk would have been painfully confined in undergarments of a more conventional style. As I rose from the floor, I allowed my fingers to lightly brush against the almost burning heat of his arousal, smiling softly as he moaned from the slight contact.
Now that we were both in our underwear, things began to move a little more quickly. He lifted me easily, placing me on the bed. Crushing me to his chest with one powerful arm, he ravished my lips once again as he worked at the clasp of my bra with the other hand. Pleased and a little proud that he had managed to free me from the garment without destroying it in the process, he pulled it from where it was trapped between our bodies, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor.
With a hand firmly braced against the mattress, he slowly lowered us to the bed, his lips never leaving mine, our bodies pressed together almost as though he needed the reassurance that we were really finally together. Once we both reclined on the soft surface, he propped himself up on an elbow, watching me closely as his free hand lightly traced the muscles under my skin. His eyes widened in surprise when he reached the tops of the stockings, the silk encasing my legs like a slippery extra skin.
Apparently, he decided to investigate this new phenomenon, as he moved to kneel between my thighs, examining the coverings on my legs carefully, running his hands over the smooth surface with something very like wonder. Leaning forward carefully, he grabbed the elastic at the top of my satin thong in his teeth and pulled it down over my legs. For now, it seemed that he would be leaving my garter belt and stockings in place.
His hands moved restlessly over the silk, a slight crease furrowing his brow, as he leaned forward for a deep taste. I cried out at the amazing feeling and reached down to lightly massage his ears--they had been tightly pressed against his skull for most of the night, and must have been uncomfortable at the very least. It was obviously the right thing to do, judging by the way his amber eyes rolled up and the deep groan that emerged from his throat.
His desperation mirrored my own, and he pulled himself back up my body, crushing my lips with his. For a fraction of a second he simply stared down at me, then moved forward in a single smooth thrust, seating his length firmly into my body. Although my physically active lifestyle had left me with no hymen to speak of, being so suddenly filled to the limit by his size caused me to cry out in surprise and a little pain.
At the sound of my momentary distress he stopped moving entirely, raining soft kisses on my face and neck and muttering confused apologies for causing me pain. I returned my hands to his ears, determined to make him understand that I�d only been surprised, not really hurt, and said, �It�s okay. I just didn�t expect it so suddenly, and you�re not exactly little, you know.�
Although it must have been the most difficult thing he�d ever done, he held himself motionless for a few moments, while my muscles relaxed around his member. When he began to move again, it was with slow, deliberate strokes, pulling almost all the way out of me before filling me completely once again. I could feel something building deep in me, and I began to move my hips to match his rhythm. I clutched at his shoulders, moaning loudly with each movement he made. At my urging he began to move faster, plunging in and out of my quivering body at a frantic pace. I couldn�t take my eyes off him, his face set in concentration, beads of sweat falling from him to drop between my breasts as he tried to delay his own release. My legs wrapped around his thighs, and I clung to him for what was turning out to be the ride of my life. He pushed up on my thighs a little so that he could drive himself even deeper, and that was all it took. Two pounding strokes later, I screamed his name as my body spasmed in my release, the clutching of my muscles causing him to howl through his own as his seed spurted deep into me.
As our mutual ecstasy subsided to nothing more than a random twitching of muscles, he made a few more lazy thrusts to be certain that he had deposited all of his seed in me before pulling out and collapsing to my side. Heedless of the mess we were leaving on the sheets, he reached for me, pulling me tight against his body before pulling the light blanket up over us.

We made love four more times that night--there was no way I could classify what we did as �having sex�--and each was better than the last. We tried a number of different positions, including the instinctive one for inuyoukai--what humans called �doggie style.� Surprisingly, he didn�t particularly enjoy that one: despite the increased friction, he didn�t like the fact that he couldn�t see my face. The last time, we used a position I didn�t think he would like at all. As he lay on his back on the bed, I slowly lowered my slightly sore womanhood over his hardened member. While I would never have refused him, in this position I could control the motion and allow my abused inner muscles a little relief. I had half thought that he would consider this position a threat to his dominance, but it had a certain appeal to his lazy side: this time, I would do all the work.
As dawn approached, we sank together into a warm bath--for someone as tough as he was, I had always found it amusing that his perfect skin was so sensitive to high temperatures. Although not quite as hot as I usually used, the warmth of the water soothed muscles that had gotten the first real workout of their lives in the past several hours. While I sent my beautiful hanyou down to the kitchen to bring us a snack, I stripped the sheets from the bed and put them in the laundry--I wouldn�t leave a mess for my family to clean up.
As I was putting the new sheets--burgundy silk, of all things--on the bed, my new mate returned with a tray of sliced fruits and a beautiful red rose. He blushed slightly and said, �I forgot to give you this earlier.�
Sliding into the bed, I took the tray from him so that he could join me, then placed it across both our laps. �You probably had other things on your mind,� I whispered.
�There is that,� he agreed, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on my lips. We laughed as we fed each other, licking the fruit juices from our fingers. After we finished, we cleaned off our hands with a damp cloth he had brought with the tray--I loved the way he always thought ahead--and set the tray aside.
He held me in his arms, turning me gently to face away from him, and somehow managed to wrap his entire body around me. Within moments, my breathing slowed and my eyes slipped shut. The last thing I remember was thinking that my life couldn�t possibly get any better than it was at that moment.
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