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Want Some Help to Please Myself	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own the characters from the series. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Want Some Help to Please Myself
- 2-The Will of Instinct
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Note: I never thought I’d have a sequel for Want Some Help to Please Myself, but so many people asked for it, most notably bubblyblush, who messaged me a couple times asking for one. Since I think she wanted it the most, this is dedicated to her. It was amazing to see that people actually liked my rejected one-shot. It was short and I felt like it just wasn’t done right and that’s why I made it part of Shot Week. As before, this story is best enjoyed with the Amanda Palmer version of Polly.

There was some confusion with WSHTPM. No, it is not a sex club. It is not a demon-only club. Kagome was there because she is young and wanted to unwind during the weekend. Many clubs have private rooms that people can rent out for parties or private get-togethers or whatever, and that’s where Inuyasha and Shippo were. Since it’s a demon-owned club, they feel safe in taking off their concealment spells in the private room and doing whatever they want to do. They were in the club in the first place because they, like Kagome, probably wanted to enjoy the nightlife a little before retreating to their private place and fucking each other and then going home. Date night is a little different for everyone, okay?

Now, I don’t like doing sequels (unless they’ve got hetero rim jobs. Woohoo! There should really be more of those). I find them unnecessary. In my opinion, too many writers keep pumping out dumb crap as follow-ups to their popular stories just because they’re shameless attention whores. It’s boring. I only write sequels when I get acceptable ideas for them and people ask, and luckily I got an idea for this one not so long ago. The other reason why I don’t usually write sequels (and, like most fanfic writers, I have been asked for sequels to literally every story I’ve written) is that I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I don’t feel like I can one up myself. Also, there’s the issue of losing the feeling I had when writing that particular story in the first place, and that feeling is very important. It paints the picture. I never want to disappoint any of you. I never want to bore any of you.

Honestly, there is nowhere to go from here. No more sequels to this one, you guys. Enjoy!

The Will of Instinct

Inuyasha smiled down at his stolen bride, standing beside the large bed, towering over her, watching as she squirmed and writhed in an attempt to relieve her agony. Kagome was face-down on the thick black and white striped cotton sheets, her hands tied to the headboard and her legs tied to the lower bed posts, straining open. She was naked except for the small black thong that held the tiny vibrator which was capable only of working her clit. He’d made sure to tie her tight enough so that she wouldn’t be able to position herself and move properly in order to grind herself to a release. Letting loose a small chuckle, he turned the dial up on the remote he held, just enough to make her scream but not enough to make her cum. It was still a very low pulse, one that barely felt like anything unless you had it pressed against you for so long, and she had been suffering for over an hour now. His little champion.

It had been months since the last time she tried to run away.

Since the first time he’d had to punish her for daring to see him as he really was in the private room of the night club, Inuyasha had learned a lot about Kagome. At first, she had blurted out random snippets of information, thinking he was some sort of serial killer and dehumanizing her and that knowing things about her would make him reluctant to end her life. When he instead brought her flowers and explained to her that she was his forever, she had clammed up for a couple weeks, even attempting to push him away during sex, but of course he had not put up with that. Finding things out about her became a game. No orgasm until she told him what he wanted to know. The longest she’d held out was five hours.

Kagome was twenty-four. She was an intern at a popular fashion magazine and they paid her nothing while expecting everything. She lived at home (used to, anyway) with her grandfather, mother, and little brother in a rundown shrine downtown. Her favorite color was pink, her cat was named Buyo, she’d only had one boyfriend and that was during high school and their first intimate night together had been their last. She liked oden and karaoke and cooking and no, she didn’t love him. Yet.

Kagome’s current predicament was due to her almost contacting her family over the phone earlier that day. He’d discovered her actions just in time to prevent her from hitting send on his cell phone, which she had fished out of the pocket of his jeans while he had gone to take a piss. Never did he leave her for longer than that. He never needed to work since he had all the money he’d ever need thanks to several lifetimes of hoarding wealth and watching it grow. They never went out together, since he did not think she was ready for that. Still, she had been starting to talk to him even when he didn’t force her, and he thought she was almost at the point where he could show her off. Even though he made it quite clear that she could never see her family again, she had risked getting taken away from him. And she had been behaving so well, too. It was disappointing, but he had understood that there would be setbacks. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and Kagome wouldn’t become completely his so quickly. In time, she would learn.

With a flick of his claw, he switched off the vibrator. Kagome cried out into the wet spot of drool that was in front of her on the sheet. Unable to help himself any longer, he knelt behind her between her spread legs, clawing the strappy thong off her body in one movement and flinging it to the floor with disdain. No apparatus could bring her to the heights he’d brought her. Growling, he lifted her up by her thighs as high as she could go and, wasting no time, buried his face in her poor, deprived, dripping cunt. Kagome made no attempt to muffle her shriek of pleasure, neither did she try to prevent cumming right away. Smiling into her, he continued to ravage her sweet pussy, rubbing the walls of her still pulsating vagina with his tongue and sucking on her throbbing clit. Running the tips of his claws gently up and down her outer lips, it wasn’t long before she got worked up to the brink of another orgasm. Just as her moans picked up in volume and her walls tightened, Inuyasha pulled away from her.

Not bothering to wipe the mess off his face, he ignored Kagome’s outraged cursing and leaned over her, pressing his naked front against her naked back, relishing in her warmth and softness. Putting his arms around her, between her and the bed, he held her close to him for just a second before releasing one of his hands to stroke her throat. Without warning, he stopped the loving gesture and gripped her, almost, but not quite, choking her. No matter what, he didn’t want to hurt her. The game wouldn’t be any fun if she couldn’t play. Smirking, he leaned next to her ear, his mouth wet with her juices touching the perfectly-shaped pink-tinted shell.

“I love eating your sloppy, slutty little pussy,” he whispered, punctuating his sentence with a smack of his lips, not missing the whine his words provoked. “But I think my dirty little girl wants something nasty. Am I right, Kagome?”

She knew by now how to answer. “Y-yes, Inuyasha,” she whispered. “Please!”

Forcing her head to the side, he swallowed her surprised squeak in his kiss, gratified when she soon recovered and began to suck her essence off his tongue. It was always a struggle not to be tender with her now that he had gotten to know her, but he needed to stay firm so she’d know not to disobey him. Even so, his kisses soon turned soft, and Kagome immediately followed his lead as she had been taught, giving him soft and loving caresses with her lips. Breaking away from her while he still possessed some will power, Inuyasha took his hand from her throat and placed it on the back of her head, shoving her face into the pillow.

Ever since the first night they’d met when he’d impulsively tried rimming her, she couldn’t get enough of it. Truth be told, neither could he. It wasn’t something they ever spoke about directly, though he did allude to it during sex just to see the humiliated blush on her face. Going as slowly as he could, which was still rather quick as he wanted to be inside her soon, he kissed his way down her spine, imagining he could feel each and every bump of bone, dragging his lips and opening them to let his tongue flick out and lick some sections of flesh that looked particularly sexy in the dim light.

Her ass lay before him, the cheeks two perfect ivory pillows glowing in the dim light. His claws ran circles on her skin, small pink lines appearing in their wake. Even if he didn’t have enhanced eyesight, he would be able to see the goosebumps that appeared on her skin and the shivers she unsuccessfully tried to conceal. Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, he leaned down, pressing his lips all over, giving her small bites to remember the moment by every time she sat down. Soon his tongue joined the fray and he was licking and sucking wherever he could, reaching her pink starburst almost by accident. He could both feel and hear her cry out into the pillow, the vibrations making his cock weep to be inside her. Soon.

“How ‘bout a threesome, handsome?” came Kagome’s distorted voice from the doorway.

Letting out a growl of rage, Inuyasha whipped his head around and glared at the fox demon teenager disguised as Kagome. His lips curled back in disgust. The fucker couldn’t even get her right. The hair was too short, the nose too narrow, the eyes too far apart. Dumbass.

“Get the fuck outta here before I make you wish you never fuckin’ met me,” he said in a low voice.

Though the tears in the mostly familiar blue eyes unnerved him, he stood his ground. Shippo soon realized this was not a battle he could win, and flung the chilled bottle of beer Inuyasha had asked for nearly a fucking hour ago in his general direction. The half-demon caught it effortlessly, flicking the cap off with a claw and gulping it all down in a few quick swallows. Fucking was thirsty work, after all. Seeing that he would definitely not be invited to join the couple in any form he could take, Shippo transformed back into his true form, dejectedly slamming the door behind him. Inuyasha didn’t hear footsteps. The little creep was probably going to listen, maybe even watch.

Mentally shrugging, he released Kagome from her bonds, watching her limbs tremble in fatigue and desire. Helping to turn her over, he gave her a soft kiss on the lips, situating himself between her legs before she could respond. After over an hour of waiting to cum, she was so wet, a small puddle even soaking the bedsheet. Through with restraint, he grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it over her dripping slit, making sure to coat his head in her nice, warm honey. Kagome’s eyes were transfixed on their nether regions, and he plunged into her, just a little, before pulling nearly all the way out. He thrust a little further again, but not enough to satisfy either of them, and again pulled back.

“Oh god, just fuck me, Inuyasha!” she begged in her beautiful, desperate and ragged voice. Kagome’s eyes were leaking tears of want and he could no longer deny her.

He nodded, giving her a small smile. “Promise. Promise you’ll never leave me.”

“Never,” she whispered back, expression suddenly sane.

Inuyasha slammed into her, taking only a moment to revel in her red hot depths before finding a rhythm, one she could not even hope to keep up with. She was trained to take pleasure in giving him pleasure. She had been that way naturally, he had only reinforced it, brought it to her attention and taught her it was nothing to be ashamed of. Her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth open in a gasp, body tense and taut and everything he’d ever dreamed of underneath him. The frantic music their flesh made together would have sounded vulgar to anyone else, but it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, her clear voice singing along with moans and cries.

“Fuck, Kagome, come on, baby, do it again, come on my cock,” he begged. It was all he needed to reach the point he’d already brought her to several times.

The words seemed to drive her crazy, and she thrashed even more wildly, bucking against him in her urgency to obey. He roared when she tightened around him the final time, spilling his seed into her willing body, filling her to the brim and then some.

“Inuyasha,” she panted, lips trembling from the intensity of their coupling.

He smiled at her, eyes softening, no longer needing to play the role of the dominant when she had been disciplined. “Sleep, Kagome.”

The girl nodded and threw an arm around him, burrowing into his chest. Inuyasha brought the blankets over them, suddenly too tired to clean up or do any of the little list of things he usually did.

It was only when he was certain she was asleep that he whispered he loved her, finally giving in to the siren call of slumber himself.

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When he finally woke up, the afternoon sun was shining brightly in his face, he was cold, and his mouth was dry as fuck. Inuyasha didn’t even need to open his eyes to figure out what had happened.

“Shippo!” he growled, forcing his aching limbs to move. The little fucker had poisoned him again. He did it whenever he was upset, knowing which ones would only knock him out, which ones would slow him down, which ones would make him stupid. It felt like he’d used all of ‘em.

Blinking rapidly in an attempt at clearing his blurry eyesight, he reached out a hand for Kagome, wanting to feel her skin and assure himself of her loyalty. His hand only met the sheets. The cold sheets. Kagome wasn’t there, and she hadn’t been for quite some time.

His nose wasn’t working very well, but he tried anyway, stumbling out of bed and to the wide open door of his room. Loud music was playing from Shippo’s room in the basement, some song that had an arrogant, upbeat feeling to it. The kitsune was celebrating his victory, the little shit. Every step he took had him feeling better, and by the time he’d reached the basement stairs, he was almost at half strength, which was more than enough to dish out the kind of punishment the kid deserved. Kicking the door down, he found Shippo reading some of those stupid comics he loved so much. Once he saw the look on his face, the fox was too scared to move. Good.

“Where. The fuck. Is she,” Inuyasha hissed, grabbing the boy by the hair.

“G-g-gone—”

He punched him in the gut, as hard as he could without going straight through his abdomen. “Did you hurt her? Did you poison her, too? Where the fuck is she!?”

“I let her go!” he shrieked, curling in on himself.

Inuyasha’s heart stopped beating for a second and his breathing quickened. “No. No. She can’t. She said she wouldn’t.” He sat down in the room’s only chair, abruptly light-headed. “Why?”

“You weren’t paying attention to me anymore.” The teen shifted awkwardly, eyes on the ground. “And it wasn’t right. You can’t just keep a human like that, Inuyasha. I can transform into her pretty good now so you don’t need to—”

The half-demon hit him, again and again and again. It was one thing to poison him in one of his little moody bitch fits, another to poison him and set free the only thing that made him want to wake up every day. When the boy stopped begging for his life, Inuyasha stopped kicking and throwing punches. It wouldn’t bring her back. Sneering at the disgusting pile of failure in front of him, he left the room, pausing only to wipe his bloody hands on the blankets, a reminder for the idiot not to cross him ever again. The next punishment would be his last.

Inuyasha dashed upstairs to grab some clothes, dressing himself so quickly in items he did not even see. His claws tore the fabric, but he didn’t even notice. Kagome had told him about the shrine where she used to live before they’d met. The girl didn’t have anywhere else to go. One day, she said, she wanted to get married there. Inuyasha told her he’d consider it if she behaved herself. That was just three days ago.

Somewhat at ease now that he knew where he’d find her, he left the house, neglecting to lock the door. If somebody came to rob the place while he was gone, hopefully they’d stumble upon the fox demon and finish what he’d started. Then when he brought Kagome back it would certainly be for good.

They were only a few miles from the closest neighbor, but even closer was a rundown little business he mostly ignored. Inuyasha sniffed the ground, not caring how it looked, concentrating only on the faint whiff of Kagome he could pick up. Maybe she hadn’t made it back to her family’s place yet. Maybe she’d realized it would be stupid to leave him like this and had stayed at the restaurant, waiting for him. Maybe he wouldn’t have to punish her much.

Her scent trail ended outside the small, squat restaurant, right where the ancient pay phone stood. The thing was more decoration than anything else. He’d always assumed it remained out of laziness. If he for one second thought it worked, he would have ripped it out of the ground and threw it in the lake the moment he brought Kagome home. Straightening, he deduced that Shippo had given her change (or she’d snatched some from his pocket), she’d called her family, stayed outside in front of the pay phone until they arrived, and then hopped in the car without a look back.

Inuyasha sighed. Now he had to punish her. And he’d been hoping for a happy reunion full of kisses and endearments.

The shrine was on the outskirts of the downtown area, about thirty miles from where he was, which would take him a half hour to run if he pushed himself. Rolling up the legs of his pants, he began his run, making sure he ran faster than a car while at the same time taking short breaks so as not to exhaust himself. He didn’t want to be all sweaty and stinking when he saw her again. It was of the utmost importance that he seem, calm, cool, and in control. Like he hadn’t missed her at all and wasn’t so worried for her safety that he was on the verge of a panic attack.

Inuyasha had checked the shrine out on Google right after she’d told him about it. The place was old, though not as old as some, and seemed in poor upkeep, their number of visitors apparently not as great as most. But Kagome loved it, and so he had sent money from several different accounts under several different names. Losing Kagome had obviously been a huge blow to her family. How could it not have been? She was perfect.

Finally, he arrived. Her scent was strong on the wind, in the very air, choking him with its beloved familiarity. A sudden rush made him nearly fall over, his knees weakening. She was here, which meant she was safe. One step closer to coming back with him. He’d have to be careful about it this time. Back at the club, no one had looked twice at him carrying the girl wrapped in his coat, not even the girls Kagome had come with. But here, with her family who had just gotten her back, he’d need to exercise more caution than ever before.

The sun was setting, lighting up the holy grounds and illuminating the forest with a sort of halo. Inuyasha took a deep breath and began to hike his way up the steep hill. Avoiding the stairs, he darted as quickly as he could into the forest, jumping from tree to tree, trying to scope out weak points, looking in the windows for a sign of the girl he was about to retrieve. There was no sign of anyone being at home, and he just began to let down his guard when he saw movement in one of the larger windows. Ducking down, he carefully inched his way back up when a certain amount of time he felt was safe had passed.

It was almost completely dark now, and the light was on in what appeared to be the living room, a tiny space with shabby decorating. Kagome sat in a large patched armchair, feet dangling a couple inches off the ground, her shoulders slumped and her expression blank. The girl looked exhausted. There were bruises on her knees and thighs, her hair was lank and stringy, dark circles had found their way under her eyes, and her posture was so that she looked like she would curl up and hide from the world at any moment. An older woman who couldn’t be anyone but her mother sat on the arm of Kagome’s chair, holding her hand tight and rubbing her back. A little boy sat cross-legged on the ground at her feet, and an old man was pacing, his wrinkled hands covering his face.

Inuyasha was horrified. Had she always looked like this? No, he thought shaking his head and backing away from the scene. No. When he had first met her in those few seconds before he’d tainted her, she had been beautiful, quick with a smile, bubbly and full of life. His hands shook at his sides. When was the last time he’d seen her smile? Not since she’d given him that questioning and apologetic one when she’d walked in on him in the club. He had taken away her ability to smile, and with that had robbed himself and her family of the same. He should have known. Of course he wasn’t the only one who loved her. How selfish had he been?

It was true what they’d told him growing up. He was a curse to everyone he loved.

Stumbling over his feet in an effort to get away from the scene that tore at him, he thought to himself that there still might be a chance. Not for him and her, no, that was clearly not what was best. But there could still be a chance for her to smile again. All he needed to do was let her go forever. Briefly, he contemplated slitting his throat on her front porch. Then she wouldn’t have to live in fear of him taking her away again. As much as he loved her, however, he just wasn’t quite ready for that kind of commitment, though he decided to file it away for later.

On the way back to his home, he stopped by a liquor store and cleaned them out of whiskey. If he was going to grieve, he was going to do it right. It was just plain luck (or maybe some god, perhaps the god of Kagome’s shrine, took pity on him) that he was able to balance the vast quantity of alcohol so that he barely lost any of it, only a bottle or two, on the way back to loneliness. Surprisingly, his hidden home was completely lit up inside, the lights illuminating the darkness of the woods that surrounded his dwelling. He never had more than one or two rooms lit at a time. What the fuck was that fox up to? Kicking the door in lieu of knocking on it since his hands were occupied, he was surprised when not even a moment later, an older demon he recognized from a long, long time ago opened it.

“It’s been a while, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru said, voice low and almost pleasant. “Your, er, roommate notified the Council of Higher Demonic Affairs of your situation.”

His grip loosened and the alcohol all went crashing to the floor. “Shit,” he hissed, a piece of glass digging into his foot.

“Come inside.” Sesshomaru invited him like he owned the fucking place. The bastard probably thought he did. Wasn’t his fault his father had gone nuts over his human mother and completely abandoned Sesshomaru and his legal wife, cutting them out of the will. Toga’s impulsive actions had been the driving force behind the other demons criminalizing human-demon relations.

The entire Council was gathered in his foyer, drinking wine and eating cheese. Who the fuck had turned this judgement gathering into a social?

“Fuck, this is the last thing I need right now,” Inuyasha groaned, slamming the door shut.

A few of the other council members acknowledged his entry by glancing at him, but most just turned up their noses and continued chatting away about stocks and dirty blood, regular pure demon talk.

“I understand you have been not only harboring a human for sexual purposes, but you’ve also done so against their will while informing the human of your true nature and that of our world?”

“Ain’t gonna lie,” he mumbled, trudging over to his sofa on the far end of the house. He needed a drink and a nap. “You can lock me up after I drink myself unconscious.”

Sesshomaru seemed to barely be restraining himself from rolling his eyes. “You are exempt, you know, as am I.”

“You married Rin before the laws were put in place. I just met the girl seven months ago.” It had seemed like only seven days. Seven happy days.

“Your blood is already mixed. No self-respecting demon woman would dare lay with you and produce offspring. Your options were few.”

“So you don’t care that I kidnapped her?” he asked without caring for an answer, closing his eyes, trying to stop the pounding in his head.

“That is not my concern. You are cleared of all criminal accusations against you, Inuyasha Taisho. Go and walk your path.”

A few of the other Council members had neared where Inuyasha had been attempting to seek sanctuary, evidently trying to eavesdrop. He heard their disparaging comments, their disgusted tones, and shrugged it off.

“Doesn’t matter. She left.”

Sesshomaru blinked, which was how he usually showed he was completely floored. “...You abducted a woman and held her against her will, committing severe felonies in both human and demon law in the process, then you just let her get away?”

Inuyasha didn’t answer. He was done talking, possibly for a very long time.

Some hog demon in the back whispered to the party next to him. “It’s a good thing we outlawed mixing. To hear such weak words from such a powerful bloodline! A damned shame.”

They drifted away from his couch one by one, Sesshomaru being the last to go. The gathering continued for a couple more hours, and just when he was about to forcibly kick them out of his home, they said their goodbyes. Only he remained.

And Shippo.

The fox had been hiding the entire time, transforming into different beings throughout the time Inuyasha had been home, hoping to escape the obviously distraught half-demon’s notice. But that was just stupid. The kid had always been annoying, but now it went beyond that.

“Get out, Shippo,” Inuyasha said, sensing the boy. “You and I are done.”

“I’m not leaving!” That infantile stubbornness he possessed permeated his tone and it was all Inuyasha could do to stay his hand.

An idea occurred to him. “Fuck it. I’ll go.” Rolling off the couch, he sped to his room, grabbing an old suitcase and stuffing inside all the possessions he cared about enough to keep. Most of it belonged to Kagome. The torn panties she’d been wearing when they’d met, a hair tie that still smelled of her, the bottle of perfume he’d bought her that she loved so much he bore the almost painful sneezes it gave him, the vibrator he’d used on her most often...

Shippo was sobbing in the doorway. Inuyasha didn’t have to look at him to know his face would be red and blotchy with snot running down. The kid was perhaps the ugliest crier in existence.

“Luh-luh-luh-let me go w-with yooou!” he bawled, voice high and scratchy.

“The house is paid off,” Inuyasha said calmly. “Bills are paid for two more months. You can stay here without rent as long as you keep up with that shit. If I ever come back, you’ll leave the first time I ask you or I’ll call the Council.”

“I’m coming with you!”

Inuyasha rounded on him and growled, intimidating the boy into shaking. “You aren’t a child anymore, Shippo. Don’t fuckin’ act like one. I even think you’re comin’ after me, and I’ll bury you.”

That was their goodbye.

Inuyasha retreated across the country to a little cabin in the mountains. Another one of the properties his father had left him, it had to be his favorite. More isolated than any of the others with just enough for him to live comfortably. No excesses, but no real lack of anything. He had to work hard, chopping his own wood to keep warm. Bringing in water from the well a mile away. Making sure the house stayed clean. Hunting and foraging for food. The work helped keep things off his mind.

When the agony that the monotony of his routine barely repressed became too much, he went out. Once or twice a month, he partied like he used to, only wilder, more desperate to forget himself.

His favorite place was the club where he’d first met Kagome.

Inuyasha knew he was just torturing himself. He knew dwelling on her and what happened would only make things that much worse. All the same, he didn’t care. He wanted to hurt, wanted to put himself through that fraction of misery he had forced on her. It didn’t help that his sexual preferences had been forever warped to the point that he could only get an erection if he was with a petite, blue-eyed brunette. None of them could satisfy him, none of them drove him crazy like she did, but they eased the ache for however long they kept him hard. After that, though, it returned worse than ever before.

Most of his thinking was done between the thighs of those women. It was the only time he felt a fraction like his old self. The rest of the time he was merely existing, his mind fuzzy as if he were in a dream. He just couldn’t get past that what he thought would last forever ended in less than a year. Inuyasha truly thought he could make Kagome happy. It had to be that way. Since he felt so strongly towards her, she had to reciprocate those feelings, at least to some degree. Now he realized that she was the only one who would ever make him happy while he was and would remain her greatest fear. Sometimes life just threw stupid inequalities like that at you.

It was on one of his excursions to the club that the thought of suicide reentered his head. He still wasn’t sure if he could do it, not while Kagome was still alive. Living in a world with her in it was just such an attractive idea. Maybe, one day, if he was reading the obituaries and her name popped up, then he’d do it.

Sighing, he ripped off his concealment spell. He had rented out the old private room, the same one. Inuyasha did that frequently on occasions like tonight. Tonight, there had been no woman resembling Kagome strongly enough in the entire club. It had happened a few times before, and when it did, he retreated to this place, took off his concealment spell, and jerked himself off in a pathetically short amount of time while he recalled their first encounter. Usually, when he masturbated, he tried to avoid thinking of that time. He wanted to keep it fresh, exciting, special. Deciding to attempt to take it slow this time, he palmed his cock, remembering how soft her hands were, how hot her mouth was, how tight her—

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

His eyes shot open so fast it hurt. Kagome’s voice, Kagome’s words. Her first words to him. Had he imagined them? Was he that deeply into the memory already? Or had he finally snapped and started having hallucinations?

“Inuyasha,” she said in a soft voice, and he turned to look at her, heart beating hard in what felt like fear.

He said nothing. Even if he could think of something to say, his throat wasn’t working and his tongue felt too big.

If it was really her, she looked beautiful. Kagome had gained back some of the weight she’d lost while in his keeping. Her hair was healthy and fragrant, face relaxed, the scent of terror nowhere on her. Of course he was hallucinating. Kagome could never look at him with such gentle eyes.

“What are you doing?” he whispered. Whether he was talking to her or to himself, he didn’t know.

Her mouth turned up at the corners. A little smile, just for him. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

Inuyasha was beginning to believe she was real. If she was really a hallucination, she’d be on his dick by now.

“Depends on why you’re here.”

She walked over to him, little feet encased in macramé wedges with ribbons that wrapped around her ankles. Her sundress wasn’t appropriate for nighttime, especially not in the city or the club. Kagome stopped when she was directly in front of him, little smile never leaving her precious mouth, and slowly leaned forward until they were an inch apart and he could only see a blur that vaguely resembled her face. His ears strained towards her, expecting accusations or questions.

Kagome surprised him by closing the distance and pecking him on the lips, retreating before he could notice what was happening. Straightening up again, she looked down at him, seeming very pleased with herself and almost mischievous.

“You left.” Now he was the one making accusations. Part of him couldn’t even comprehend it. He should be embracing her, begging her forgiveness, swearing his everything to her. “You left and you ruined me.”

With a sigh, Kagome knelt at his feet, just as she used to do when he sat down to watch television, laying her head on his lap.

“I never planned to leave,” she murmured. “But when I had the opportunity, I just had to. I needed to see my family again, to tell them I was fine, to show them there was nothing to worry about, I was still alive.” She took a deep breath and locked her arms in a ring around his calves. “But when I got there and they swarmed me and hugged me and cried with me, I realized... I wasn’t happy anymore. Well, I was happy to see them, but I wasn’t satisfied. It wasn’t enough.”

“Kagome,” he said in a quavering voice, daring to reach out and run his fingers through her hair.

Lifting her head up, she looked him full in the eye. “As messed up as it sounds, I fell in love with you. I have a new home now.”

A moment passed where they just stared at each other, his throat tight and burning as his mind raced with all she was telling him.

“Swear you won’t leave again!”

Her brow furrowed the tiniest bit. “Swear you won’t keep me away from the rest of my life again.”

“But you’re mine,” he replied, voice stuck between a growl and a whine, a command and a plea.

“You don’t own me,” she said slowly, enunciating each word. “I’m giving myself to you, but you don’t own me.”

He gulped, hoping the sound wasn’t audible.

“Keh. Fine.”

Fuck it all, if anything, she owned him.

With a grin, she jumped into his lap, and he wasted no time in recreating their first night together, this time with kisses and kind words.

Oo/O

Inuyasha stared at his beautiful wife in the mirror. She was on her knees and facing him, her gorgeous naked backside reflected in the glass. Kagome’s ass was still bright red from the spankings he’d given her, his large hand prints looking angry against such delicate pale skin. Her hands were chained behind her back, leaving her breasts jutting out, high and full. A golden chain connected the clamps he’d placed on her nipples, which were red and swollen. Smirking, he tugged on the chain, lifting it up before bringing it down again. Her full lips opened in a loud gasp. Bending over, he leaned forward and dragged the tip of his tongue down her temple, tasting the sweat that had collected there.

“Fuck, slut, didn’t I just punish you last week? Sometimes I think you fuck up on purpose ’cause you like it rough.”

Her eyes gleamed in the dim light and her lips formed a small pout. Inuyasha knew by now that meant she wanted him bad but not enough to beg. Instead, she tried to entice him by darting her pink tongue out and sweeping it across her bottom lip before biting it, arching her back just a little more, rotating her hips. Seduction.

Growling, Inuyasha removed the nipple clamps. Usually, this was done when he was ready to fuck her, preferring to suck and bite them while inside her. Kagome’s face was alight with anticipation, like a kid on Christmas morning. It almost made him want to take her now.

Almost.

Grabbing his riding crop from where it rested on the bed, he gently, almost experimentally, caressed the undersides of her breasts with it. Whimpering, she arched, this time for real, body taut and quivering for his touch. Amused, he repeated the action with the other breast, this time circling the nipple. Just when she expected to feel it nudge her there, he brought it back and hit her instead, right on the sensitive little nub. Kagome cried out in surprise, eyes flying open. With a grin, he did it again and again, covering her entire left breast (the less sensitive one, he had learned) before starting on the other, switching rapidly between the two at unpredictable intervals. Kagome’s lips were trembling and he could tell she was having a hard time keeping quiet, swallowing her squeals and moans.

“Open,” he commanded, withdrawing the riding crop.

Obediently, she opened her mouth as wide as it would go. Taking his erect cock, he rubbed his tip on the “O” of her pink lips, smearing pre-cum on them. Instead of just plunging in like he was sorely tempted to do, he stuck to the plan, taking the new vibrator he’d purchased and slipping it past her lips. Inuyasha groaned aloud as he watched her thoroughly suck it like it was him, keeping her sparkling eyes on his the entire time.

“You’re a fucking professional,” he praised, thumb caressing her chin.

Kagome left off sucking the vibrator to give his cock a brief kiss on the head.

For some reason, that one act made the lust in his gut grow out of control and he grabbed her by the hair, shoving her to the ground and holding her down. She didn’t struggle. There was nothing she could do, anyway, with her hands restrained as they were. Breathing heavily, Inuyasha eased the vibrator into her ass, inch by spit-covered inch. Kagome was facing the mirror now, and she blew her hair out of her face, dilated pupils intensely watching what he did to her in the mirror. Drawing the toy out of her a little bit, he plunged it slowly in again before turning it on. Giving her one last spank for good measure, he gripped her thighs, nestled his cock between her pussy lips, and drove home.

She let out a small scream, not remembering to be quiet.

Too impatient to stop, Inuyasha brought his hand down and covered her mouth. Her pussy felt like heaven, as it always had, and he wanted to enjoy it. It had been too long since the last time. His ears perked up at the creak of a floorboard and he knew he had to hurry, however much he didn’t want to. Thankfully, they were both almost at the edge, Kagome writhing and bucking beneath him. Growling a wordless command down at her, he began to truly fuck her, rubbing her clit with his other hand to get her off even faster. Kagome angled herself so that her sore, sensitive nipples rubbed against the soft carpet, stimulating her further. Just as he spilled into her, there was a knock on the door. Quickly, they sprang into action, Kagome cleaning herself up and finding her robe while Inuyasha clumsily stuffed all their toys helter skelter under the bed, grabbing the damp towel and wiping himself off as well. Panicking, he almost didn’t find his robe on time, and had to hide on the other side of the bed and shrug it on when Kagome opened the door.

“Sweetie, what are you doing up? It’s after midnight.”

Their oldest, Takehiko, rubbed his big blue eyes. He’d inherited Kagome’s coloring but his features were pure Inuyasha. “I had a bad dweam and I heawd Mommy make a noise and I t’ought you had one too.”

Picking up the four-year-old, Kagome brought him to their bed and Inuyasha popped up, trying not to glare at their son.

“Daddy was just tickling me. It was too much and I laughed too hard,” Kagome explained, her face bright red.

Takehiko giggled. “Did you pee youww pants?”

Inuyasha snorted out a laugh. “Mommy doesn’t wear pants to bed.”

Kagome glared at him before turning back to her son with a softened expression. “Are you okay to go back to sleep, baby? Do you want some milk?”

He pouted, the same way Kagome did, and crossed his arms while raising his nose in the air the same way he did. Inuyasha knew what he was going to demand before he even opened his mouth.

“I wan’ a stowwy.”

Trying not to groan aloud, he leaned back against the headboard.

“A new stowwy.”

“Once upon a time...” he started, making a valiant attempt at keeping his reluctance out of his voice.

“There was a strong, fierce dragon,” Kagome supplied.

Inuyasha grabbed her hand, grateful for her help. She was so much better at this than he was. “The dragon was very lonely. One day, he met a pretty princess. She was happy and loved the sunlight, but the dragon was afraid of the light.”

Takehiko said, “That’s stupid. Dwagons awen’t afwaid of anything. They can fwy.”

The half-demon nodded as though the logic made sense. “But this dragon was afraid of only that one thing. The pretty princess was so pretty, though, that he couldn’t stay away from her. So the dragon took her from the castle and made her live with him in the dark.”

“Was she afwaid of the dawk?” the boy asked, fighting off drooping eyelids.

Kagome shook her head, looking at Inuyasha with eyes full of love. “No, but she loved the sunlight too much to stay away from it. After a long time, she and the dragon became best friends and fell in love. The princess loved him so much that she had to show him what the light was like so he could be happy all day, too. The dragon was angry because he thought she wanted to leave him, but the princess kissed him, and he wasn’t afraid anymore.”

Inuyasha rubbed her hand with his thumb. “The dragon was really a prince in disguise. He’d forgotten, but the pretty princess reminded him with her kiss. She brought him to her castle and they lived happily ever after, whether it was daytime or nighttime.”

“That’s...stupid...” Takehiko mumbled, finally going back to sleep.

Kagome laughed as silently as she could. “We better take him back to his bed.”

He nodded and gathered his son in his arms, careful not to wake him, even though he probably could have just tossed him down the hall without him stirring once. He seemed to sleep like a rock unless Inuyasha was “tickling” Kagome.

They made their way to the other side of the house and opened the blue door that led to the boys’ room. Takehiko had his half of the room with his little bed, where Inuyasha gently tucked him in. The other side of the room was taken up by a bunk bed, where their two-year old twin boys were slumbering. They took more after Inuyasha and were able to clamber up and down the ladder even at such a young age, always fighting over the top bunk with inhuman strength that worried their mother.

Now that they were up, the parents decided to check the room next to the boys’. All their children had slept in it at some point, but now the nursery belonged to their newest addition. Their first girl had been born just six months ago. The pregnancy was hard on Kagome, who had been under a lot of stress at the magazine. Tonight was the first night in nearly a year they were able to be intimate in the way they both preferred. Inuyasha couldn’t be rough with Kagome when he noticed she was suffering, so their time together was pretty vanilla lately. Their little blessing was sleeping quietly, surprisingly enough. She was an unusually fussy baby, and they both hoped she’d learn to sleep through the night soon. Closing the door, they went back to their room, Inuyasha removing both their robes, wanting to feel her skin against his in their bed.

“I’m glad the twins didn’t wake up,” he murmured against her temple, bringing her into his embrace. If one twin woke up, the other always did. “They would never have settled for a story. They just park themselves in our bed, pass out, throw a tantrum if we take them back to their room, and piss all over the place at four AM.”

Kagome laughed. “Aw, my babies aren’t that bad. Their daddy’s genes just make them want to mark their territory.”

Inuyasha growled playfully and pressed his lips hard to hers. “At least we got one good fuck in tonight. It’ll have to last us.”

His wife pressed her body closer to his. “After brunch with Mama tomorrow, we can leave the kids with her. I might be persuaded to bring an extra blanket to the park.”

The half-demon’s cock twitched at the thought. “I’ll bring the lube.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen (but let’s be honest, we’re all ladies here), is why I don’t write sequels. Especially when it’s been so long. Three freaking years since I wrote Part 1, two since I posted it. I never thought I’d write anything beyond Taboo, but ah well, here we are.

Takehiko fucking annoyed me. Bitch needs speech therapy.
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