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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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“Concentrate on the task at hand, Miko.” Sesshomaru’s bored, even voice reprimanded her as she failed to block his simple attack because she was too busy thinking about what had happened that morning.
“My apologies, Sesshomaru-sama, for my distraction. It won’t happen again.” She said with a reverent bow to the stoic demon Lord.
He had been training her in the art of battle for three years now. It was payment, he claimed, for the education she bestowed upon his young charge, Rin. Kagome, had only taught Rin to read, write, and some arithmetic, but it was Kaede, that trained the girl in the arts of healing, which was why he brought her to the village at all. She was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially a very lethal gift horse, or dog, depending on how you looked at it. So when he offered, she accepted without hesitation. He had taught her to use her bow more efficiently and had moved to blades, then staffs and maces. He said that 'one must always be prepared for any situation' and prepare her he did. It wasn’t uncommon to be knocked to the ground or sent hurling into a tree in the beginning, but she took each mistake, each injury, as a learning experience. She had proved to be a quick learner. Even Sesshomaru commented on it one day, leaving her shocked and frozen at his praise, only to have the wind knocked out of her as he send her flying across the meadow they trained in. They had been working on hand to hand combat recently and her newest injury was, more than likely, a set of bruised ribs.
“See that you don’t.” He replied, resetting his stance and coming at her again.
This time she deflected his attack and landed one of her own on his right shoulder blade. She was panting and sweating from the morning training bout, but she didn’t complain. He spun and swung one long swift leg at her head. She ducked with ease and swiped his stationary leg off the ground with her own, causing him to fall onto his back. The first time she had ever sent him sprawling on the ground she thought she was dead for sure, but he just smirked, which left her more than uneasy. He never did anything about it though, just continued with the lesson as if nothing had happened. She had never been more relieved in her life.
“It seems victory is yours this day, Miko.” He stated coolly, as he stood, brushing the non-existent filth from his emaculant, silk garments. She bowed and he did the same in return.
“Come, it is time for meditation, but first, this Sesshomaru would know what had you so distracted earlier.”
It was not a question, nor was it a demand. She had learned a lot about him and she had found he was actually a quite curious individual. Often times he would ask about her time or her family she left behind. She didn’t have to answer him, but surprisingly, he was easy to talk to. He didn’t criticize or judge, he just simply stated plain truths. He was very intelligent and she had enjoyed their conversations.
“Oh, it’s nothing really. Just, there’s this girl in the village, Aiko, that’s sweet on InuYasha, but he’s such a baka and doesn’t even realize it.“ She replied as she set down in the soft grass to face Sesshomaru, like they had done on many occasions.
“Tell me, Miko, what idiocy has the half-breed lowered himself to this time?” He asked in his conversationalist tone, which was not too different from his usual tone of voice.
“There was a death in the village six days ago and naturally everyone had shown to pay their respects. InuYasha literally ran into Aiko, knocking her to the ground, but instead of an apology, he let a ‘Oi, wench, watch where you walk!’ fly. This girl is so enamored with him that she just picked herself up and smiled at him and walked away. So, I invited her to dinner at the hut two nights ago and to say that it was awkward would be an understatement.”
“What made the evening so unpleasant?”
“Well, the silence for one and then there was the meaningful, love drenched stares that Aiko kept sending InuYasha’s way. InuYasha, being the whole dense hanyou he is, took it the wrong way and proceeded to ask her what her problem was and why did she keep looking at him like he was stupid. He eventually just threw her out of the hut and I must have sat him into a fifty foot crater.”
“Yes, I agree, my little brother is quite dense to treat a woman in such an undignified way. However, that does not explain your distraction earlier. Surely the half-breed has done much worse without causing your thoughts to linger on such a thing.”
“True, but I’m not done, it gets stranger. After he crawled himself out of the crater, I pretty much had to explain to him how the girl felt about him and what he had done. He didn’t say another word that night and just went to sleep, which was fine by me. I was really upset with him.”
“That much is obvious, but how is it you know what this girl feels for the half-breed. It seems to this Sesshomaru, Miko, that you have meddled in affairs best left alone.”
“You could be right, but Aiko and I have discussed InuYasha many times. She has admitted her feelings towards him to me and I couldn’t stand to see her hurt like that. He needed to know his crude behavior effects people, good people, that don’t deserve it. Any way, he didn’t come home the last two nights and I was about to meet you for training this morning, when he walked into the hut with the explanation that he had been staying in the forest thinking about what I said. It was a little unnerving because InuYasha never explains anything and then he apologized, and actual ‘sorry’ left his mouth. I think I’m still reeling from it all. I’m sorry again about my lack of concentration, Sesshomaru-sama.”
“It is of no conscequence. Tell me, Miko, are you not affected by this, Aiko’s feelings of love for my brother”
“Ummm, I don’t understand. Why would I be?” She asked perplexed by his question.
“This Sesshomaru was under the impression that you were in love with the hanyou? Does this not disturb you?”
“In love with InuYasha? Well, maybe I was at one point, but I’m older now and able to better sort through my feelings. He’s just a friend, kinda like an annoying brother, but you know all about that.” She replied with a giggle.
“Indeed.” He stated as he positioned himself for meditation. His curiosity was sated and it was business as usual.

                Every day was the same. Kouga had to admit his life was comfortable, but he longed for a little excitement now and then, but the only form of excitement he got was from Ayame. She had been nipping at his heels relentlessly lately and it was taxing on his nerves. He tried to be as nice as he could to the female without giving her the wrong impression. If she would have been any other bitch in his pack he would have put her in her place long ago, but she was the granddaughter of one of the Elders and out of respect he tried his best not to loose his temper with her. It was getting more and more difficult each day to contain his anger and he wondered if she truly did it on purpose. She was spoiled and had already gone to the Elder’s once demanding that they recognize the claim he had made to her as a cub on the night of the Lunar Rainbow, but after hearing Kouga’s side they deemed the claim null and void. They told her if she wanted to mate with him, she would have to prove herself and he would have to lay an actual ligament claim in front on the pack, but hell would freeze over first before that would happen. She was cute in her own right but, she was flippant and above all else, annoying. She had this way of raising her voice to an octave that set his teeth on edge. Today was by far, the worst of the week. This was not what he had meant when he said excitement. The Kamis sure did have a twisted sense of humor.
                “Kouga, pleeeeaaaassse. The autumn festival is a month away and I know that if you could see the rainbow again you would understand how much you mean to me.” Ayame pleaded. They were sitting on a hill a short ways away from the normal bustle of day to day life at the den.
                “Look, Ayame, I’ve told you already. These one sided feelings you have for me are just that. I don’t have any desire to see the rainbow again and even if I did see it, trust me when I say it would not invoke some kind of love that I’ve buried for you. Just give it a rest, will ya?” Kouga replied, snatching up a blade of grass in his annoyance.
                “Hmp, you’re so grouchy lately, what’s your problem anyway? Eventually you’re going to have to take a mate and it might as well be me. There’s no other female that is as loyal to you as I am and you know it. Can’t you just try to love me, even a little?” She ignored his reply completely, as she usually did.
                “Ayame.” Kouga said warningly allowing the blades of grass in his hands to blow away in the breeze. He knew where this was going.
                                “It’s because of that dumb priestess, Kagome, isn’t it? It’s been how many years and you’re still pining over her? You need to just let her go. She obviously doesn’t want you and she is not deserving of you even if she did. She’s just a human. I can’t believe you, Kouga. I come from…” He stood effectively silencing her. Finally. He had his fill for the day. He sped off to the tree line in the distance leaving a perplexed Ayame to sulk back to the female den alone.
                He had the sudden urge to kill something. She was so self-absorbed that she didn’t even realize what she was doing to him by mentioning Kagome. However, Kouga knew that Ayame was right, but he couldn’t let her go. There would be no mate for Kouga the wolf Prince, none other than Kagome and if she was mated to someone else, than he would spend his long life alone. He would have no other. He truly loved the girl. She plagued his thoughts and his dreams. There wasn’t one day since he left her that he had not thought about her. It was enough to drive him crazy.
                He entered the forest. He needed to clear his thoughts of her sweet presence. He had to satisfy his primal urges with blood. He had to let loose and burn of some frustration. His sapphire eyes narrowed and his senses heightened. He was a natural predator and he was about to prove it. He scented the air and a feral smile spread across his face when he located his next victim. He gave himself over to his senses. He could feel the rising heat of blood lust course through his veins with every pump of his heart. He reveled in the sensation as his muscle twitched in anticipation as he stealthily stalked his prey. A fat wild boar was in the small grove ahead of him. His sensitive ears picked up the grunts as his prey rooted around for suitable vegetation. He could hear every snort and shuffle from the oblivious animal. He crouched into attack position, baring his fangs and readying his claws. He rushed the swine. It let out a surprised squeal and ran, leveling any underbrush in its path. Kouga could have easily overtaken the boar at any time and he assumed that it knew this, but he was enjoying the chase too much. Its thundering heart raced with panic as Kouga finally decided to end its torment. He lunged forward and with practiced ease sunk his razor sharp fangs in the boar’s fleshy throat and twisted his body to cause the animal to overturn onto its side. Its stubby legs were flailing in the throes of death, abrasive hooves finding purchase on his body every now and again, but it didn’t matter. The boar let out a gurgled grunt as Kouga clamped his jaws tighter around its esophagus and twisted his head, ripping its throat and leaving an angry seeping wound in the now dead animal. He emitted a rumbling growl of pleasure as he set about the task of devouring his meal, ripping into to succulent meat to allow him better access to the life blood that flowed freely under his assault.
                He had taken a leisurely bath after his hunt. He just soaked in the water, enjoying the way it flowed over his skin. The hunt had satisfied him more than he thought it would and he was not about to lose the feeling. He had gone through his patrols twice, just trying to avoid the inevitable deflate to his temporary contentment. It was getting late and the crescent moon was rising higher, so he resigned to his fate and made his way to his personal, secluded den. Most of the pack had bedded down for the night. Only, very few were awake in the common area, talking in hushed whispers about the day. He pulled the leather flap back that covered the entrance to his den and set about the task of building a small fire. Usually, only the mated couples of the pack got a den to themselves, but Kouga was Alpha and he could do what he wanted. This space was his and for the most part it was really quite comfortable. It was located down a corridor that branched off from the common area of the lair. The waterfall covered the other entrance to his personal den, but any sound that would be heard from the inside or from the outside was drowned out by the roar of the water, giving him complete privacy. Kouga found this somewhat soothing at times. He had an oversized tub that was carved from one of his larger kills sitting closer the waterfall. It was pretty comfortable when he actually allowed himself the luxury of its use. Across the room and a little further away from the falls he had a simple wooden desk complete with silk cushions for his comfort. This is where he replied to the alliance treaties and other boring political shit that came with his position. He may not be the Lord of the Eastern Lands, but he was the Alpha of the demon wolf tribe, making him a noble in political standards. How he hated having to make an appearance at those stuffy gatherings, but it was necessary and his duty.
                His fire pit was in the right corner just off the entrance for the common area. The ceiling of the den right above it was chiseled away to allow the smoke to escape. The left corner adjacent to the entrance had multiple shelves that were stacked with things like bathing supplies, a few cooking pots, and some dinnerware. He had some dried meats on the shelves along with some dried tea leaves. He had books and scrolls that encompassed the ancient wolf demon laws and traditions. There was a large chest at the base of the alcove that housed his extra fur wraps and bandages and other assorted items. He removed his armor and katana and placed them on their respective shelves. He removed his fur braces and anklets along with his bandages and just threw them haphazardly in the corner near the chest. His tail swished back and forth when he removed his headband and hair tie and scratched his claws along his scalp at the base of his now loose midnight tresses. He stalked over to his comfortable fur pallet in the middle of his den and languidly stretched out onto it allowing its softness to encompass him in a comforting embrace. He stretched and yawned and nuzzled his cheek into the downy fur attempting to get relaxed enough to allow sleep to overtake him.
                He awoke a few hours later drenched in sweat. He had dreamt of her again. It was a recurring dream and it was a pleasantly torturous one, one that involved her coming to him and giving herself over to the throws of passion under his guidance. The image of her taught little body writhing under his as he pushed her ever closer to the realm of rapture, her soft feminine mewls of pleasure, and the way, in his dream, she called out his name, her voice soaked in lust and need. Gods his cock ached just thinking about it. He didn’t waste any further time. He untied his pelt bindings and pulled his throbbing, rock hard member from its bonds. He thrust his head back into the soft fur of his pallet and closed his eyes. He let the images of her flow into his mind. The way her soft skin would send tingles through his body with the most basic and innocent of touches. He used his thumb to rub across his glistening slit and circled the bulbous head before setting into the familiar rhythm. Yes this was a dance he knew all too well. He stroked himself with a firm grip, moving up and down his turgid appendage, trying to alleviate the sickly sweet burn of desire. He imagined her beautiful brown eyes clouded with lust for him and he stroked himself harder, faster. He imagined the way her ample breasts would bounce as he drove into her. 'Oh, yes.' His pace quickened. His breath hitched and when he imagined her shapely, creamy thighs clamping around his waist to pull him further into her quivering depths, he almost lost it. No, he wasn’t going to cum until she did. Her needs always came first in these little fantasies. He kept a steady rhythm of tug and pull on himself, climbing higher to the peak of bliss, as her breathing became erratic in his mind and she stiffened under him. He could almost feel her juices flowing over his cock, her hot walls clamping down, milking him as she peaked screaming his name and he fell. His hot seed shot out onto his stomach and thighs as he uttered a groan that rumbled deep in his chest. As enticing as his dreams were, they left him longing for the real thing, to feel the warmth from her body and the gentle caress of her skin on his. He wondered if she really tasted as sweet as she looked.
                He let out a sigh and stood. He walked to the water fall and cleaned himself up, then walked back to his empty palate. The palate he wished he could share with her, his woman, his love. He stared at it for a few moments trying to envision how she would look snuggled in the soft fur, the creaminess of her skin contrasting to the deep russet of the pelts, her ebony hair, shimmering with highlighted shades of blue in the firelight, cascading around her head. Another sigh made its way to the surface as he laid down on the empty palate and gave into to the realm of sleep. This time he was blessed without dreams and in the morning he would thank the Kamis for their mercy on his tortured soul.
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