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Shrine Prostitute	By : FlameTwirler Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 66998 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Shrine Prostitute by FlameTwirler
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Chapter 2: Initiation

----- formal admission or acceptance into an organization or club, adult status in one's community or society, etc.

----- to begin, set going, or originate
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Kagome held her hand ready to knock on the Tetsudai’s door, hesitated, and lowered it again. She was nervous; more nervous than she’d ever been about anything. Taking a deep breath she remembered it was her duty, nay, her privilege to represent her family here and worship in the main shrine of Tokyo.
She thought back with a wistful smile at how proud and excited her family had been sending her off.
She looked up and stared at the beautiful kanji written above the door in front of her: ‘Shrine Prostitute’ it read. She had to shake her head. Not even a hundred years prior she likely would have been sent there when she was still a young teenager, but current laws about just what constituted pedophilia prevented that, thankfully. But now she was eighteen and her family was counting on her.
She took one last moment to brush her hands through her hair and straighten her outfit – the very one her mother gave her for this night. Pulling down on the miko top and making sure the seams were straight on the skirt variation of the conventional miko pants, she heaved a sigh.
Here goes nothing, she thought, her pulse beating in her ears as she raised her hand again to knock on the door.
Nothing happened.
She knocked again, and still no response. Looking about despondently, worried she'd come to the wrong room, or at the wrong time, or that the Tetsudai inside had a camera trained on her and found her quite lacking and thus refused to open the door, her eyes finally landed on the very non-traditional buzzer built into the wall adjacent the doorknob.
A nervous giggle made its way from her throat.
Of course. Trust her to miss the obvious and jump to all the wrong conclusions. She just needed to ring the bell and he'd answer the door. Just ring the bell...
Her finger hovered over the button for a few seconds, and she swallowed soundly, before firmly pushing the button.
A gruff reply sounded from the other side of the door as soon as the heavy object was yanked open. Her heart fluttered at the sight of the man in front of her: thick black pants, long silver hair, nice chest – wait, what! He’s taking off his shirt already! She fought to keep from hyperventilating.
He spun to look at her, his heavy golden eyes gripping her. “We gonna do this or not? Let’s just be done with it.”
Noticing she had failed to close the door, he stepped behind her to do it. That’s when he smelt her nervousness, her fear. “What you afraid of girl? It’s not like you haven’t done this before.”
When she didn’t answer but just continued to fidget and stare at the concrete beneath her feet, he hesitated. He drew himself closer to her face, and she could've sworn he sniffed at her. “Have you done this before?”
Her eyes flitted up momentarily before sinking to the floor again as she vigorously shook her head.
He narrowed his eyes in disbelief and just a bit of suspicion. “Never with a shrine prostitute?”
She started to say something but her voice seemed trapped in her throat, and all she could do was shake her head again.
"Wait... You don't mean... You couldn't possibly mean that you've never done this before?"
A shake of her head had his eyebrows rising. "You're serious? You've never had sex?"
“Never,” she replied shyly, blushing as she finally raised her head, forcing herself to look him in the face.
“Of course they couldn’t tell me she’s a virgin,” he mumbled to himself. “They want me to act like an ass…”
Clearing his throat he started to backtrack awkwardly. “Hey, I..uh..sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t know you were new to this and all. Promise I won’t be like that anymore tonight.” He smiled just a bit when he saw her relax, which in return made her calm down a bit when his face softened. Maybe he hadn’t screwed everything up.
“Make yourself comfortable and come sit down.” He sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him.
She looked up with a hesitant smile, trying to command her feet to work, but they were still decidedly working against her.
"What's wrong? I promise I won't bite. Unless, of course, you want me too."
He waggled his eyebrows for effect and she couldn't help it; it was just so ludicrous and cliché that she had to laugh. What started as a scowl - or dare she say, a pout? he had been trying to be nice after all - slowly melted into a smirk as he saw her relaxing as she released some of her pent up nerves.
"Look, it's all good doing some chit-chat to help you along in the process, but it doesn't do that much good if you're set on staying on the opposite side of the room."
Kagome couldn't really fault his logic, so she nodded her head. When she didn't move though, he snorted and patted the bed beside him again.
When she sat, Kagome quickly looked away from him; she could not believe that she was actually sitting there with a half-naked man that she didn't even know. “So what’s your reason for being here?” he asked nonchalantly, hoping that conversation might loosen her up so she wouldn’t remind him so much of a frightened rabbit in the sights of a predator.
His frustration got the better of him though when she would not turn to him, even as she began to formulate an answer. “I’m here for four weeks. I live in a shrine with my family and WAAHHH!” she exclaimed as she was abruptly picked up and found her new position quite compromising, as she was now straddling the stranger’s legs, their faces dangerously close.
The worst part about the position was that her skirt had bunched at her hips; while it left her decently covered, her friends had advised her not to wear any underwear the first day - for which she would make them pay dearly when she got home - so she was feeling a bit drafty and thoroughly embarrassed. She hoped to any spirit or deity listening that he wouldn’t notice.
Of course the furious blush she must be sporting, if the heat she could feel radiating was any indication, might be just a bit of a tip off.
“What did you do that for?!” she hissed when she finally had her breath back.
“You wouldn’t look at me,” he said with a shrug. “How are you supposed to get comfortable with me if you can’t even look at my face?”
She knew he made sense, but that still didn’t mean she had to like it, so she settled on glaring at him for the moment. “So what’s your name?”
“Wha…my name?” He looked surprised as she nodded. “Inuyasha.”
What’s with people here and being surprised when their names are asked? she wondered.
“Nice to meet you Inuyasha, I’m Kagome,” she extended her hand in the little space provided between their bodies and after a moment of suspicion Inuyasha shook it. Sure, it was a western greeting, but it did double duty of allowing her to initiate some physical contact while at the same time putting extra distance between their torsos and giving her some breathing room for a moment.
“So…” She searched for a new conversation topic, their earlier one forgotten. Her face brightened as her hand traveled upward. “…Tell me about these cute little ears of yours.” She laughed slightly as her fingers brushed against one of the furry triangles, only to have her hand abruptly ripped away.
“Is that what this is all about!” Inuyasha bellowed, hot breath pouring in pants to blast against Kagome’s face. “Damn it, I should have known.”
“W-what are you talking about?” she asked, genuinely confused.
“Oh, don’t play like that,” he countered. “I can see right through innocent acts like that. You think a real virgin would ever pick to come here? To me? The only clients that come here are fucked up in the head and have their fun with me. What, you decide physical torture wasn’t enough and you wanted to play with my head too?!”
Kagome had heard enough. She put both hands on his chest and pushed against him with all her might, sending him hurtling down to the bed. He lay still but coiled with pent up rage, while Kagome stared down at him, her anger coming off in waves he could almost see.
“How dare you?!” she yelled back at him. “You know nothing about me and yet make snap judgments like I’m evil incarnate. I would never – and I mean never – do that to anyone. It’s just not right! I’m here for family reasons: as I said I live in a shrine. I am a virgin, and yes I did choose you.”
She took a second to catch her breath, and realizing she had been moving closer and closer to him with each word of her tirade, sat back upright. Extending a hand down to him she pulled him back up to a sitting position as well.
“I chose you because you were the only Tetsudai here that I liked. The others that I saw pictures of or observed, they had this funny feel about them. The guys I saw in person either looked down at me like I wasn’t worthy of their attention or they stared at me like I was a piece of meat to be scavenged. I don’t think you even noticed me when I walked by you earlier and I took that to mean you didn’t take the job as seriously. That’s why I thought you wouldn’t mind that I’m a virgin and don’t exactly know what I’m doing here.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, let alone seeing. There were tears swimming in her eyes, most likely due in the majority to her embarrassment at the moment, but also because of him. Maybe she really was telling the truth. He put his hand to her jaw to quiet her. “You stupid or what? Of course I don’t mind that you’re a virgin. Normally the guys fight all over themselves to get anyone ‘untouched’, like it’s some kind of conquest."
She laughed half-heartedly at that. "I dunno, I guess that's just surreal, and not what I expected in this place. Out there," she nodded her head, indicating the world outside the Shrine, "occasionally you hear about or run into guys that are still like that, but for the most part they want girls who've already learned all the good tricks. Or at least," she added, blushing again at the boldness of her conversation, "that's what my friends say."
He huffed. "We do this every blasted night, and there are few, if any, tricks that any of us won't know. Innocence and freshness is so damn appealing because it's new. I just figured that, because of that, you must be lying.”
“Why is that?”
He sighed and dropped his hand. “Didn’t I explain this already? I’m the joke around here. They keep me on only because the sick ones like to have their fun. I stay because it’s the only way a hanyou can stay alive in this world on his own. Got nowhere else to go. Good trade all around, ne?”
Hanyou. Glancing up for a split second, she realized that explained the ears.
She brought both her hands up to cup his face. “I’m sorry.” His surprise was evident on his face. It wasn’t every day, hell any day in his life that anyone had shown compassion for him – not since his mother had died. Looking in her eyes, he could almost believe that she meant it.
Feeling a need for a change from the serious direction of their conversation Kagome reached forward and grabbed a strand of his hair, fiddling with it. “I do like the cute ears, though,” she smiled and winked at him.
Then in a switch that happened so quickly she could barely keep up, his entire demeanor changed. She gasped suddenly as she heard a ripping sound, then shocks of sensation coursed through her as he was suddenly pressed intimately up against her. Clinging to his shoulders to ground herself she dazedly wondered how he’d managed to get his pants off with her still on top of him. When she saw his legs were still covered and the clawed hands that gripped her hips though it suddenly made sense: he’d actually torn out the front of his pants. Vaguely she wondered if he did that often and if so how much that must end up costing.
He grazed against her again and smiled as small shudders continued through every part of her body, though she was still holding herself stiffly. He couldn’t help the small, amused smirk that pushed its way across his face and he considered the humor of the situation, but he still did what he could to calm her and help this go more easily for her. “Relax,” he said, dragging out the word in a soothing caress. She stared at him, willing herself to do just that. If she hadn’t been so nervous she would have glared at him for the smirk but at the moment all she could do was be, well, nervous.
It looked like he was fighting back his amusement and she appreciated that though. “Relax,” he reiterated, stroking a hand through her hair. “It’s just sex.” He shrugged, as if to indicate it really wasn’t any big deal. “Just do what you feel. Do anything you want, touch anything, say anything. It isn’t possible to mess this up.” He licked up the side of her ear before clamping down gently on the lobe. Sucking on it elicited a throaty moan of delight from the girl, one that sounded suspiciously like “Please…”
Kagome had never felt such sensations before, and even though he was just teasing her she knew there was much more to come. She’d kissed boys before but even just that one action from him was making that delicious ache inside her throb so much she knew in just moments she’d be desperate to quench it. Unconsciously she bucked her hips forward, succeeding in moving the pressure of his shaft down closer to the entrance of her body.
Almost squealing she whispered, “please…” one more time before leaning in to kiss him. Immediately she felt him tense up as he broke away from her lips, but upon seeing her broken and confused face he gave in and gave her his own short, chaste kiss. A moment later he pulled back again and silenced the forthcoming complaint with his own words. “This is likely going to hurt at first – I suspect you already know that much?” He made it a question and seemed to relax minutely when she nodded. In fact, she even laughed a little. "My friends do talk to me, you know. Just because I don't partake in the lifestyle doesn't mean I don't know anything about it."
He had the inkling she might've been laughing at him, but he didn't much care. "Good," he said. Smirking, he continued, "Then we'll just have to give you a good story to tell them in return. It’ll feel better later, I promise. Just make sure to keep looking in my eyes.”
With that he lifted her hips and brought them crushing down on his own. Her cry muffled in his skin as she buried her head into his shoulder, her body stiff from the suddenness of the pain. They froze, in a combination of feeling ecstasy and invasion and newness all at once. Inuyasha had never been inside someone so tight and he had to wait much longer than he expected in order to coax her muscles from their sporadic spasms. Even when she first moved he forced himself to stay still, remembering he’d promised to make this good for her, and knowing from what he’d heard she’d still likely take more time to adjust. But then again he could be wrong – this situation was all new to him as well.
When he felt her relax enough – at least he hoped it was enough – he began again with an achingly slow rhythm. She opened her eyes and brought her gaze back to his, fighting against the pleasure that was driving through her that told her to close her eyes and lay her head back. As he heightened the pace slightly she could comply no longer and her head lolled back, her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulder.
This was the first time he’d gotten any amount of pleasure from even the slightest pain inflicted on him during sex, but he enjoyed the feel of her nails immensely. Watching her face contort in ecstasy was entrancing just in itself.
He felt her muscles rippling around him as he continued to impale her on himself over and over. Knowing she was near to coming he was surprised that he was too, considering how gentle he’d been with her. As a prostitute it was not uncommon to be unsatisfied yourself when the client came.
Watching her he couldn’t ignore her exposed neck anymore, such an innocent sign of submission. He leaned in and stroked his tongue all the way from the hollow of her throat to the edge of her chin, which he nipped demanding that she look at him once again. He thrust into her harder and faster the last few times and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and felt her fingers dig further into his shoulder as her body was wracked with the convulsions of her orgasm. As soon as her muscles clamped down all around his cock he felt himself let go too, and he continued to pump her up and down a couple more times before they were both drained of everything in them.
Slowly they came down off their highs, panting breaths falling in each other’s hair. He picked her up from on top of him and slowly laid her out on the bed. In the process she happened to see the clock and panicked, knowing the hour’s time she’d paid for had already elapsed. She struggled to stand, her legs still a bit wobbly. “I’ve…got to go…you’ll be late for your next appointment.”
Strong hands pushed her firmly back down to the bed as he sat next to her. “What makes you think I have a next appointment? Besides, for virgins we give ‘em the rest of the night free. That way they don’t have to deal with the whole hustle-bustle, in-and-out, quick business side of things. Don’t want to disillusion you too quick now, do we?”
Kagome would’ve sworn she saw what resembled a snicker cross his face. “So does that mean…”
“Yup,” he interrupted. “You’re not done yet.”
Inuyasha spun them around, laid her down on the bed, then situated himself so he was kneeling between her legs. As he crawled up her body Kagome suddenly got the sensation of being prey caught before the predator. “Wait,” she asked breathlessly, noticing he stopped and looked like a balloon that had just been deflated. “No, not that silly,” she said, jokingly slapping him on the chest. “I just had a question I wanted to ask before I forget in all…that,” she finished, blushing brightly as she flourished her hand to indicate their bodies. “Anyhow, when I kissed you earlier, why did you tense up?”
Hmm...maybe the girl was more innocent than he’d even originally thought. “Prostitutes have a general rule that they don’t kiss. It’s a bit more intimate, more emotion used. Helps prevent bonds from forming.”
“Why is that so bad?”
Man, this girl was either really dense or was just something else. “Why get close to someone you’ll probably never see again?”
“Oh,” she said lamely.
“Enough of this,” he decided suddenly, leaning forward again. She shivered involuntarily as she felt his warm breath against her skin, then his lips, and finally his tongue, as he launched an all out assault on her neck. At the same time deft hands found their way up her loose fitting shirt that was part of her shrine uniform; reaching the arms he somehow managed to get it over her head without even lifting her.
Her hair lay around her haphazardly and Inuyasha twined one of his hands in it as he made his way down her body. Pausing at the valley between her breasts he slowly caressed it with his tongue as his other hand made quick work of her skirt. Giving a quick, teasing nip to each of her breasts, he made his way down in a straight line, working from where he had started at her throat and ending up at her navel. He took his time along the way, licking, nipping, kissing, whatever he felt like at the moment and whichever drew the most reaction from her. As he reached her belly button he felt her bucking her hips up into him, already aching to have him inside her again.
He slid down slightly more, grabbing her hips tightly, and kissed the section of skin right above her beautiful black curls. How easy it would be to just give himself free reign, to do whatever he wanted, to let himself taste her, but he knew that was not something he could do. She had been nervous enough about normal sex – and that had been without nudity even – there was no way he was going to push her to oral on her first night. He wasn't sure why, considering most women adored it, but getting it for the first time tended to make them skittish and awkward.
He only prayed that during her next four weeks here he would be blessed with her presence once again and he’d get to enjoy all the things he could not let himself do tonight. Reluctantly moving back up her body he couldn’t help but be bowled over, and feel a bit smug, by the urgency and outright passion in her eyes. She wanted it, and she wanted it now.
“Take off your pants,” she asked, panting slightly.
“We can’t do it like that again right now, you’ll be too sore.” When she shot him a look that was part hurt, part irritation, he fought down a slight chuckle at the latter and amended himself. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get your pleasure, just in a different way,” he added with a smirk.
Her eyes stayed determined though. “Take them off anyhow. I want to see you.” Slowly he stood and shook off the tattered remains of his pants. Hearing her gasp he looked up into her glazed eyes. “Oh my, but you are gorgeous!” she breathed. When he didn’t get back to the bed fast enough for her liking she called out to him, “Please, Inuyasha, I want you now. I need to touch you.”
Conceding to her demand, he crawled back onto the bed, determined to remain in control of his own functions as he laid himself out flat on top of her, one leg between hers so that his erection was pressed painfully up against her thigh. Her arms wrapped around his back, her hands gliding against his skin and mapping the corded muscles. Then feeling him against her again she rubbed against his leg, and he groaned as the trail of her heat soaked into his skin.
Reminding himself that he could not plunge into her so that she wouldn’t be too sore to do this again tomorrow night with whomever she chose, he pacified himself with taking his tongue to her breast. She writhed beneath him in this previously unknown pleasure, and he used his left hand to steady himself on the bed and keep his weight off her as his right hand delved down into the source of her warmth.
She was so wet, between her arousal and the aftermath of their sex, that he had to control the shaking of his hand to prevent any unfortunately slipping. First he skimmed his fingers across her skin, heightening her responses and expectations, then he dallied with that sensitive bundle of nerves that could make her convulse in waves of pleasure. He smiled as her hands were all over his body; fisted in his hair, raking down his back, clenching his ass, and any combination of the three.
Unhurriedly he slid his hand down, pressing one, then two of his clawed fingers up her passage. He raised his lips from her skin momentarily to gaze at her face, hair wild, lips swollen and parted as quick pants of breath poured forth. What a gem. He slipped three fingers into her, slowly filling her only to pull back out and start the process again. He watched as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out at his attentions, but his sight was cut off when her hands fisted in his hair again and pulled him down to her other breast. He laid open-mouthed kisses to the skin, finally sucking on the nipple just as he felt her convulse around his fingers, and she came all over his hand as he kept her body on the bed with his own weight and with his mouth on her skin.
When the last wave of her orgasm faded away he looked down at her, satisfied with her half-lidded gaze and glowing, well-pleasured expression. Her eyes opened fully when he pulled his fingers out of her and took a small taste before wiping them on the sheets next to him so he wouldn’t wind up getting the mess all over her. Gently he used his other hand to push her bangs back from her face, placing a feather light kiss on her forehead. When he drew himself back up he noticed the steady rhythm to her breathing; she had already fallen asleep. Glancing back and forth, decision suddenly made, he leaned down one more time and brushed his lips delicately against hers.
Yawning himself, he laid down beside her almost exactly as he had been, one leg covering hers, head resting on her shoulder, arm thrown lazily across her stomach. Silently he thanked the kami for this one night, this one precious gift. It was too much to hope that this would ever happen again, but for once he was content, and he almost wished the dawn wouldn’t come so he wouldn’t have to say goodbye to the angel in his arms.
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A/N: Obviously, I’ve finally started working on the continuation to this piece. I’ve got some fantastic suggestions so far, so keep em coming. The chapters may come out a bit slow, but now at least I’ve got most of the story worked out so there should be no more one year breaks :)
I’ve edited this chapter a bit to make it fit better with the story (and may continue to do so as the story evolves). If any of you like the one shot better and wish it to be posted elsewhere let me know.
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Original posting as one-shot: June 1, 2005
Editing to fit continuation: November 1, 2006 (yes, it took me a year to decide to start the continuation)
Edit for grammar/structure: November 29, 2007
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