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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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****WARNING****
This chapter contains a violent and questionable sexual scene that may not be palatable to most.
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If Kouga had paid attention to anything but his new mate during their romp, he would have noticed the flaming turquoise eyes watching their every movement, hearing every endearing word of love, and getting angrier by every second.
Every fiber of Ayame’s being shook with fury. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. That stupid human whore was defiling her Alpha, her Kouga! Her first instinct was to rush them and attack, but she belayed that thought. The last time that happened, it didn’t end too well. To make the same mistake again would be foolish. Now that Kouga had claimed the human in every way, his inner instincts would be twice as vicious in her protection. That was not something Ayame wanted to tangle with.
She stalked through the woods away from the sleeping lovers, gagging at the smell of their sex putrefying the air. She would have her revenge, but she would need help. A diabolical smile spread across her face. Perhaps Hiroshi would be able to put this information to good use. Kouga was to have no contact with the priestess after all, but instead the ever dutiful Alpha was blatantly defying the Elders’ orders. What’s worse, he had spent himself in that filthy cur, clearly intending to make a weak half-breed heir. The Elders will not be pleased.
Ayame was going to make sure Kouga paid for his betrayal. How dare he lay with a human and not just any human, a Miko? She was the natural enemy of all demon kind, no matter her personal opinions on things, you couldn’t fight nature. This was blasphemy and for the first time Ayame felt like a fool for even following Kouga the way she had. She had been in love with him. He had been her savior, had promised to make her his. He was a strong leader and his overall accomplishments were staggering, making him the prime example of what an ookami male was made of. He was glorious and would have made a fine mate and strong full-blooded cubs.
Instead, he took all the years of selective breeding, an act practiced for the continuation of strength in their future, and pissed on it. He had turned his back on everything the ookami race stood for and for what? A mortal woman? Ayame growled fiercely. The Elders would not acknowledge their mating, leaving Kouga to be able to choose another to bear his cubs after he was shamed before the pack. He would be stripped of his position and would have to publicly denounce his own honor. His actions had stained the names of his forefathers and it would forever be known in the histories. No female in their right mind would go anywhere near him after that. Any cub from a union such as that would be shunned from the pack and treated as an outcast.
Ayame was no different. She was the granddaughter of Elder Yorozohu and was from a long line of prestigious wolves who upheld the ancient beliefs and laws that had served their kind well. She would not stoop so low as to be associated with Kouga after such a deplorable act, but there was a silver lining to all of this. Ayame had been exiled because the Council sided with Kouga, believing she had purposely attacked her Alpha, which had not been the case. That didn’t matter anymore. Once the Elders found out about Kouga mating the priestess, she would have her chance to finally prove that she had indeed acted to protect the pack and with Kouga’s actions as proof, they could not deny her. She would finally be welcomed back home.
Ayame began to run once she felt she was far enough away from the lovers so Kouga wouldn’t be able to hear her. She had been so lonely since the Elders decision, living in a small cave several miles from the ookami territorial borders. She was free to go and do as she wished, but it had been that way in the pack, too. She would hunt on her own and eat alone. There was no one to talk to throughout the days, nothing to entertain her during the many hours of solitude. She had already stocked up for a year’s worth of supplies, had sewn many pelts and made her bed as fluffy as she could, just to have something to do.
Hiroshi visited her every so often and she was grateful. There hadn’t been an order put in place that the pack couldn’t talk to her if they saw her, just that she couldn’t be on their lands, otherwise she would have turned him away. She may not be a part of the pack at this moment, but she still held her ookami pride and honor close to her heart. She wasn’t like Kouga; she would forever be loyal to the laws and decrees of the Council. Hiroshi had proven to be a good friend. He often brought her news of the pack and she would sit with rapt attention, hanging on his every word. Sometimes he would bring her things that had some of the pack members’ scents on them to help her feel a little more secure. It was sweet and in her attention starved mind, not like Kouga had been all that attentive in all the years she followed him around, she couldn’t help, but feel pulled toward him.
He wasn’t Kouga and for once she was grateful, he had a sense of pride in what he was. She held that in high esteem. He had proven his loyalty to her by allowing himself to get captured by their snake youkai enemies and had brokered a deal to feed them information about other territories in exchange for her protection and to divert attention away from their pack. It was quite a feat and one she had not ignored. He could have been killed or worse, but he had done that just for her. She smiled at the thought of such a brave wolf doing something so dangerous for her disgraced welfare. She had never felt so special. He was supposed to meet her in the cave tonight and she couldn’t wait to tell him what she learned. He was going to be pissed, but she was positive he would use the information for the betterment of the pack and to help her get accepted back into the ranks of their brethren.
She stopped outside her dreary dwelling and took a large whiff of the air. She caught Hiroshi’s scent not too far off. He was moving in her direction at a decent pace. She had just enough time to freshen up before he got there. She entered the cave and poured water into her bone basin to scrub her face and arms. It wouldn’t do to be covered in dirt when he arrived. She combed her delicate claws thru her pigtails and straightened her pelts. She was giving the cave a once over when she felt Hiroshi’s arrival.
“Greetings, Ayame. How are you fairing since my last visit?” Hiroshi asked pleasantly.
She watched as he tossed his recent kill onto the dirt outside the cave entrance. It was a fat sow and looked cleanly slaughtered. He stood to his full height and smirked at her, something she found bewitching and contagious.
“I’m doing quite well, better than I have been in years.” She replied with a grin of her own.
His face split into a radiant smile, melting any reserve she may have had initially, and cruised through the entrance into her personal space. She could feel his warm breath softly pelting her face and felt herself blush.
“Your high spirits have nothing to do with my visit, do they?” He asked lowly, tilting his head slightly to the side.
She felt her heart flutter under his scrutiny. Her elation had not originated with this wolf standing before her, but now, with him so close, smelling of the earth and something unrecognizable, something that added to his mystique, made her lose all focus. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps her mood centered on his very presence. She unconsciously took a step forward and licked her suddenly dry lips, keeping her eyes locked on his.
“I saw something today, something I don’t think you will like.” She said distractedly.
His brilliant smile faltered leaving a bitter pursed, grin in its place. She kicked herself for being so tactless.
“I see. You take pleasure in things that will bring me discontent? Maybe I should not have come.” He said darkly.
He frowned in earnest and turned to leave, but her hand shot out and grabbed his forearm. He jerked away from her touch as if she had burned him with her fingertips. Her heart seized in her chest and dread washed over her, dousing her happiness.
“No, Hiroshi. That’s not what I meant. I saw something that would most definitely get me accepted back into the pack. I just don’t think you’ll like it. I didn’t mean any offense.” She said defensively.
“Out with it then, I would not wish to bring you down any further.” He growled sarcastically.
She sighed and rolled her eyes at his turned back. Did he really have to be like that? If he was already this touchy, part of her didn’t want to see his reaction to Kouga’s treachery. She cleared her mind instantly. She needed his assistance and she wouldn’t allow a little self-doubt sabotage her plans.
“I saw Kouga, just a bit ago on the eastern border.” She said assuredly.
She saw his shoulders tense and he inhaled an audible sharp breathe. He held it as he turned to face her. His endless dark orbs, burned acid holes into her face, darting to and fro, searching for deception. His actions confused her. What had happened that would cause him to doubt her?
“Kouga?” He asked warily, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“Yes, Kouga. You’ll never guess what he was doing?” She said conversationally as if he wasn’t trying to excavate the answer from her very soul.
“Care to share?” He snapped, inching closer to her threateningly.
Ayame felt a thrill rack her spine and trembled under the intensity. She felt the danger in his aura, saw it etched into ever feature of his handsome face, but she was enjoying the anticipation. She should be afraid, but had the odd need to prolong her current predicament. His clawed hand rose to grip her jaw and she allowed him to back her into the stone wall, loving the threatening way he dominated her. She was having a hard time forming words and overlooked his strange reaction to her sighting of the Prince, too enthralled in the moment.
“H-He w-was…” She stammered out breathlessly.
Hiroshi growled menacingly and tightened his fingers. Ayame’s heart skipped a beat and she struggled with a moan.
“He was, what?” Hiroshi bit out, pushing his body against hers, tightly wedging her against the cool stone.
“He was fucking that priestess.” She gushed out quietly, trying to regain control of her breathing and losing the battle miserably.
His eyes shot wide and his fingers fell from her face, but he never stepped away. Ayame took several deep breaths and pushed herself further into the stone at her back, trying to put some distance between them. Hiroshi’s reaction was instantaneous and almost automatic. His arm snapped around her waist, crushing her to his chest painfully, his dark eyes swirling with contemplation, not really seeing her. She shivered at the void in those dark depths.
“Now that is something. You wish for me to bring this before the Council, I take it.” He asked distantly, his forgotten hand coming up to run across the white fur across her shoulder.
She shivered again and nodded slowly, the only answer she could manage. Her skin began to burn with a level of heat she had never experienced and was having a hard time forming any sensible thoughts. Hiroshi buried his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled noisily. She felt his lips tilt into a smile and his tongue lave her skin wetly.
“Your body sings to me.” She heard him whisper.
He held her tightly and pushed his other hand between them to undo the clasp of her fur shawl. She gasped when it fell to the cave floor and his hand greedily pawed at her. She moaned then. Before she could blink she was pushed roughly against the wall and was being divested of her armored chest plate. He snarled in warning when she struggled to keep the metal where it was. She ceased her struggles and barred her neck in submission. A low rumble of acceptance flowed from his chest as she allowed him to undress her. When he bent to flick her exposed nipple with his tongue, her eyes closed and her back arched into the pleasure.
“My services do not come free, my lovely morsel.” He purred into her ear, before nipping the lobe harshly.
Her body quivered violently from the thrum in his chest, and the sensations he invoked caused liquid desire to pool between her bare thighs. His tongue ran across her neck again causing her to melt into him.
“W-What price must I pay?” She whispered into the expanse of his chest.
He took his hand from her shoulder and cupped her womanhood with force. She squealed in surprise and pushed against him. He pushed two digits inside her without warning and she went rigid, her claws digging gauges into his exposed flesh.
“You will find, my lovely, that I can be a very benevolent Alpha.”
His thumb rubbed her clit in soft circles, giving her a glimpse of a pleasure she had never experienced before. She whimpered when he stopped.
“But if you disobey…”
He jammed his fingers further into her, stretching and tearing something inside. She screamed and thrashed in his grasp, trying to push his hand out of her. He yanked her hands away by their wrists and lifted them above her head, holding her in place as he continued to pump his clawed fingers in and out, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her body.
“Do you submit?” He snarled.
She barred her neck again and he removed his fingers slowly. He brought them to her eye level and she fought the urge to gag at the viscous blood, her blood, that dripped from them. He released her arms and she let them drop limply at her sides.
“You will look at the price you have paid to your Alpha.” He growled.
When she kept her eyes averted and felt a harsh smack against her left breast. She instinctively covered herself, biting back a yelp, but she turned her head to watch as he pushed his claws into his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as he savored the proof of her innocence, never removing his fingers until they had been sucked clean. He pinned her with his molten gaze and she felt herself shiver again.
“You have the most delicious flavor. Tell me, my lovely, will you serve me as loyally as you did that whelp Kouga?” He asked taking several steps back from her, but never releasing his visual hold.
“Serve you?” She asked confused.
“What if I were to tell you that I was considering the position of Alpha and have already roused quite a bit of…support? Would you kneel at my feet and become the Alpha female of our pack? Would you help me push our race to the heights of power that we ookami alone deserve? Submit to this request, my lovely Ayame, and I will hand you the four lands on a silver platter. I will conquer in your name and lavish you with riches you have only dreamed about. In return you will give me the pleasure I seek whenever I wish and from your womb you will gift me with a powerful son. What say you?” He asked proudly as he sunk to his knees on her soft pallet.
She rolled his words around in her mind and found that she rather enjoyed the thought of him leading their people. He removed his lower pelt, freeing his dripping cock to her curious eyes. Despite his treatment of her moments ago, she felt another wave of desire slam into her lower regions. Yes, this would be most acceptable. She dropped her hands when he fisted himself and shook it in her direction signaling her to act in accordance to his wishes. She took a step forward, but was stopped by his demand.
“On your hands and knees.” He growled.
She lowered herself gracefully to her knees and watched as he began to pump his erection. When she placed her hands on the stone floor, he growled and moved his hand faster.
“Now, my lovely, crawl to me.” He all but moaned.
She did as he commanded her bottom swaying from side to side as she closed the gap between them. Her eyes were enraptured with the motion of his hand and she could feel her desire leak down her thighs in tune with every stroke. She was barely within arm’s reach when she felt a hand fist in her hair, pulling painfully against the binds of her pigtails. She was on her back, sinking into the furs from the weight of Hiroshi pinning her down. She felt the sticky moisture oozing from the head of his engorged phallus against her inner thigh, mingling with her own bloody secretions, his fist still pumping angrily.
“Do you accept me as Alpha and submit to my reign? Will you bear my cub and rule as my mate?” He asked breathlessly, his hand speeding up in its assault on his cock, causing the head to flick across her throbbing pearl every so often.
His hand gripped her hair harder and she bowed her back to relieve the tension, pressing her breasts into his chest. He dipped his head and sunk his fangs into the swell of her right breast, drawing blood and a yell from her. His molten eyes locked onto hers and he growled waiting for her to reply. She whimpered in pain and wiggled her hips under him, trying half-heartedly to break the contact. She felt him suckle her wounded breast, and with every pull of her blood he nursed, she felt the fight leave her and the need to comply take its place. It was strange that this torment was causing such wonderful stirrings inside her. She felt his fingers slide along her wet nether lips and she moaned, arching her chest further into his mouth. His thumb flicked her clit softly and she bucked her hips into him, gasping when his cock stabbed at her hip bone. He removed his fangs from her and covered her mouth with his, dipping his blood soaked tongue roughly into her mouth. She moaned and he thrust his fingers into her throbbing womanhood, circling her clit with his thumb, bringing her more pleasure that she thought possible.
“Your body accepts me, but does your mind?” He purred against her lips.
He removed his body and fingers, leaving her a trembling, lonely mass on her bed. Her mind had already submitted and only needed to vocalize her allegiance, but her body was begging her to resist, to be punished again. She rubbed her legs together, reveling in their slickness and moaned loudly. Her fingers found that tiny bundle of nerves Hiroshi had used to bring her pleasure and swirled around it. There was a growl from her feet, but she ignored it and spread her legs wider to give herself better access. She jumped when she felt his tongue enter her and match her ministrations with deep, piercing plunges. Something wound tightly within her belly and she wriggled in anticipation.
“Speak, bitch, your Alpha commands it! Who do you serve?!” He yelled from between her legs, pulling her hands away and leaving her in painful need of completion.
“You, Hiroshi. I serve you and only you.” She whimpered.
He smiled ferally and crawled up her body, planting his knees on either side of her shoulders. Her eyes went wide at the sight dominating her vision, his tight sack dangling from under his long shaft. That throb pulsed mercilessly between her legs. He pulled her head up by her hair and pushed the head of his member to her lips.
“Show your Alpha your acceptance!” He roared as he forced himself into her mouth.
She gagged around his girth, but never struggled, allowing him to use her in any way he wished. She found her clit again and pleasured herself while he found his own. She came, humming her completion around his thrusting cock. He grunted and spilled his salty fluid into her abused mouth. She gagged at the taste, but had no choice but to swallow what shot out from the male above her.
“That’s a good lovely. Take it all down.” He grunted before pulling out from between her swollen lips.
He allowed her to relax her head back into the furs and used his fingers to softly wipe away the traces of his seed from her chin.
“Soon, very soon, this will be bathing your womb, but not tonight.” He said with a mischievous smirk.
She watched lazily while he stood and dressed. Her mind caught up to what he was doing when he reached the entrance to the cave.
“Where are you going?” She asked as she pushed herself up on her elbows.
“I have work to do, my lovely. This visit has been very interesting and as much as I would love to stay and sample you further, I must begin the journey home. One does not become supreme ruler while fucking to his heart’s content, but do not worry. I will return for you. Enjoy your dinner.” He stated smugly before breaking into a full run, leaving her alone.
Ayame flopped back onto the furs with a huff. She attempted to fold her arms across her chest to pout, but stopped when the sharp sting of pain reminded her of her earlier defiance. She smiled to herself as she traced the knitting wounds on her breast with a tapered claw. She would so enjoy being Alpha female of the pack, his female. The mere thought of Hiroshi towering over her sent new waves of lust to her groin. If he was this domineering and demanding in such private matters, she shuttered to think about those who would stand against him. She sunk her fingers inside herself and moaned. Yes, she had chosen well. He would make a great and powerful leader, one who would usher them into a new age, where they no longer had to struggle to find respect among the masses. A new age that would see them on the top looking down on all others. A new age that she would reign over with him, watching all who rebel fall by the wayside. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Kouga’s face.

A/N: Good ol’ Ayame. Nice to see her loyalty is so absolute. ;)
A great big THANKS to Tassana_Burrfoot, Cathyrin, puppydog, & Kula for their reviews. I appreciate all the compliments and encouragements. It’s nice to know I’m doing something right.
Additional thanks, as always, to everyone reading and voting.
I’m pushing out the next chapter as fast as possible and hope it will be to everyone’s liking.
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