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Sweet Surrender	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 7748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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20. Ritual

The room was spectacular. The stone walls were covered with hangings in a heavy silk brocade of deep blue and silver. The furnishings in the room consisted of several large, elaborately carved chests, each of them bearing the same orchid design that graced the outside of the door, a large futon covered in brilliant scarlet sheets and a mass of thick cushions in deep red and gold, and a low table set with a large variety of sliced fruits and what looked like cold spring water. One wall of the room consisted of doors that folded open to reveal a balcony overlooking the gardens and the forest beyond. A door opposite the one through which we had entered led to a fully stocked bathing room complete with a large pool of steaming water, a tall stack of thick towels, and a large variety of soaps, lotions, and scented oils.
While I looked around the room with frank curiosity, my hanyou lover stared at the chests in pure disbelief. It was, actually, a little unnerving, and I was beginning to worry just the slightest bit. �What�s wrong?�
�Wrong?� he asked, looking utterly baffled. �No, nothing�s wrong, exactly. Just� confusing.�

This was starting to get on my nerves. �What�s so confusing? Aside from somebody like Sesshoumaru living in a place that�s so beautiful, I mean.�
He moved slowly to the nearest of the chests, resting a clawed hand almost reverently on the dark wood. �I haven�t seen these since I was a pup. I didn�t really think they even existed any more, regardless of what I�d been told.� He lifted the lid of the first of the chests, inhaling greedily. �After all this time, the scent remains�.�
Suddenly I understood. These were the things that had belonged to his mother all those years ago, the things he had told me about. �Show me?�
He gave me an appraising sort of look, then searched through the chests until he found what he had been looking for. I was not at all surprised at the beauty of the garment. The deep blue kimono was thickly embroidered with a pattern of stars in a very unusual shade of silver-white that almost exactly matched my mate�s beautiful hair. The matching obi was made of silk in the same luminous color as the stars. �I don�t think I�ve ever seen anything quite so beautiful.�
His ears flattened slightly. �She always loved beautiful things. Is it so surprising that I would remember?�
I shook my head much more emphatically. �Not at all. It is a little surprising that you would actually admit it, though--you�ve spent the last two years that I�ve known you claiming not to care about things like that.�
His shrug was unconcerned. �I lied. Throughout my whole life, everything that I ever cared about was taken from me. I didn�t dare to let myself care about anything again so I wouldn�t lose it. Then you came along.�
I lowered my eyes. �I never meant to bother you.�
�Bother me?!? Hell, you turned my life inside-out--and I�ve never been so glad of anything in my entire life.� He looked down suddenly. �Would you wear this? After, I mean.�
I almost asked, �after what,� but suddenly remembered exactly why we had come there. I smiled softly. �Of course, but I think we�ll probably want to clean up a little first.� The smile faded as I remembered the conversation outside. �Exactly what was all that with Sesshoumaru, anyway? Where did he get off, calling me a bitch?�
He looked stunned for a brief moment, then reacted in a way I never anticipated: he leaned over and laughed himself out of breath. He straightened suddenly, looking at me with slightly watering eyes. �You really don�t understand, do you?� I looked at him in confusion, and he continued, �You�re forgetting one important thing, Kagome. My family are inuyoukai, after all. When he called you a bitch, it didn�t mean the same thing it would mean if he was human--to us, a bitch is just a mature female, usually one that�s desirable in some way.�
I suddenly understood my mate�s long fixation with the term. �So, then, to Shippou I�d be considered a vixen?�
He grinned broadly. �Exactly,� he said, then crushed me to his chest in a fierce embrace. �Now you understand.� He looked directly at me, the amber of his eyes darkening to the color of warm honey. �Are you ready?�
I was never more ready for anything in my entire life. �I�m ready. What do I have to do?�
We sat down on the edge of the futon. �All that is required is that we mark each other during mating and exchange a small amount of blood. Mates often add other things to the ceremony. In our case,� he said, pulling me against him for a quick nibble at an earlobe, �We should probably start with a soak in the bathing room.�
My breath caught in my throat. �That would be wonderful,� I whispered.
His grin took on a decidedly wicked look. �I thought you would like it--I�ve never seen anybody that bathes as much as you do. There have been times I�d thought you were some kind of water youkai in disguise.�
I laughed. �Most people where I come from bathe at least once a day--sometimes more, if there�s a special occasion or they get particularly dirty from working.� I grabbed his hand, leading him in the direction of the door. �Come on.�
As I sank into the gently steaming water nearly to my shoulders, I noticed that his adorable ears were slightly drooped. �What�s wrong?�
With a bitter smile, he gestured around the room. �All of this. Gods know that I want to complete the ritual--not just for your safety, but because I want it more than I�ve ever wanted anything in my life.�
I nodded briskly. After all, he was the one who had originally insisted that it was a necessary part of our joining. �I know all that. So?�
He mumbled something under his breath, and only repeated it when a sharp look told him that I hadn�t heard him. �I don�t want to hurt you,� he said.
I frowned thoughtfully. �I don�t think it�ll hurt all that much. The mark doesn�t have to be very big, does it? Besides, from the way you explained it, I probably won�t feel it at all.�
�That�s not what I mean.� We were getting closer to whatever was bothering him: his ears were flattened painfully tight against his skull.
�Well, then,� I asked, keeping my voice as soft and gentle as I could, �What do you mean?�
He looked up miserably. �We have to mate to hold the ritual. I don�t want to, but I don�t dare wait until after the pup.�
He looked utterly shocked at my reaction: I laughed. Grabbing him by the hand, I pulled him up out of the water, tucking a towel around myself before throwing him another. �There�s a lot going on here that you don�t understand. Come with me.�
On our return to the chamber that had been prepared for us, I noticed that servants of some kind had been busy in our absence. Not only had candles been lit all around the room, providing a strange kind of sparkle as the flickering lights reflected from the silvery metallic threads in the wall coverings, but a large meal had been placed in the room as well. Ignoring the food for the moment, I lay down on the oversized futon, face down, digging through my bag for the book I had been reading the other night while my mate was occupied with Myouga-jiichan. With a triumphant �Here it is!� I retrieved it from the depths, sticking it under his nose.
I looked at him in something like distress. �Something�s been bothering me since we came home, and I think I have the answer to both of our problems right here.� Opening the book to the page I had marked, I showed him the physician-author�s answer to that particular question. �I�ve been worried that you didn�t want to be with me any more--you haven�t wanted to do more than sleep holding me for a long time now, and it scared me. Then, while you and Myouga-jiichan were talking the other night, I found this. Is this what you were so worried about?�
Although most of the people we had encountered would have been hard pressed to believe it, my mate was perfectly literate, just not schooled in the subtle nuances of the written word. A variety of emotions flashed through his amber eyes as he read the passage, then he looked up at me with a decidedly predatory expression. �Is this true?� His ears were up, almost straining forward, and his nostrils flared with the effort of determining the truth of the matter.
I nodded slowly, suddenly realizing that I might be in for more than I had bargained for. �That�s right. I guess a lot of people think the same thing--otherwise, there would have been no need to put it in the book.� I wasn�t entirely sure I wanted to know the answer, but had to ask anyway. �Is this the reason you don�t want to touch me?�
His ears flattened in something that looked very much like shame. �I was afraid,� he whispered. �Creatures like me don�t mate and have families. How was I to know that it was okay to mate with you now? There was nobody to tell me these things, and--� His head snapped up suddenly as he realized what I had been saying. �Did you say that you wanted to make love with me?�
I smiled brightly, delighted that he seemed to make the same distinction I did between the simple act of sex and the pleasures we shared. �Gods know I�ve had trouble enough keeping my hands to myself since Myouga-jiichan joined us! Don�t you see? I don�t think I�ll ever get enough of you. I don�t think there�s ever a time when I don�t want you, when I�m not ready for you to love me.� Sitting up for a moment, I removed my towel before lowering myself back to the futon. �See for yourself.�
He approached slowly, the towel around his waist not quite concealing the level of his own need. Dropping down to the futon next to me, he lightly drew a single claw over the curve of a breast and down my side before resting his hand firmly on my hip, smiling at the gasp and shiver his touch had caused. His ears strained forward, his eyes searched intently, and his nostrils flared as he tested my words once again.
After a few moments he seemed to relax as he apparently decided that I�d been completely honest with him about the depth of my desire for him. �It�s been too long, love,� he whispered in my ear before beginning to nibble at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. After a few seconds he stopped and looked at me. �This is the second time I�ve hurt you by being too cautious. I want you to promise me something,� he said, pulling away from me slightly until I nodded in agreement. �If I ever do that again, I want you to �sit� me into a coma if that�s what it takes to make me see what I�m doing to you.�
I shook my head. �No, love. You�re as close to perfect--at least for me--as I can ever hope to see, but the truth is that nobody can be perfect. Everybody has made mistakes, and will no doubt make more: you, me, Miroku, Sango, Shippou--even our parents have done things they regretted. We can�t punish ourselves and each other for being less than perfect all the time.� Something about what he had said was nagging at me. �What do you mean, this is the second time? When have you ever hurt me by being too careful?�
He leaned back, an arm thrown possessively across my body. �You really don�t remember? It was after that fight with Sesshoumaru, when I took the piece of the Shikon we�d collected and shoved you back through the well.� He shook his head at the memory of his past actions. �What an ass I was!�
�No,� I said, reaching out to lightly stroke the soft fur on the outside surfaces of his ears, �You were nothing of the kind. All you wanted to do was protect me--how could you know that you were doing the worst possible thing for the very best of reasons? Anyway,� I continued, �None of that matters, because I managed to get back all the same.�
As I continued to rub his ears I became aware of the low, rhythmic rumble that emanated from his chest. Glancing at his face, I could see that he appeared totally relaxed, his eyes slipped halfway shut in pleasure, his features peaceful and even innocent. Pulling the damp towel away from his hips, I couldn�t help but notice that he lay with the characteristic--almost feline--bonelessness that I had long envied. Smiling softly, glad that he had finally been able to relax a little, I pulled the light cover up over us.
I somehow understood that he would be able to approach the task at hand with a far greater degree of calmness now that he had had the opportunity to rest for a bit. I had been getting the impression that the whole idea of the ritual was terrible stressful for him, and fully expected that I would be awakened in the small hours of the night by the gentle touches and sweet kisses of my mate more than ready to complete the ritual.

*

I awoke surrounded by a cozy warmth and a fresh scent that reminded me of a pine forest after a thunderstorm. At least, I thought I was awake--I was most likely hovering in that blissful place somewhere between sleep and waking, that place where dreams were born. I shifted slightly, my eyes still closed, not entirely remembering where I was, aware only of the warmth that seemed to tighten slightly around me.
Conscious only of the utter contentment of the moment, I shifted my position again, sinking deeper into the warmth surrounding me. Suddenly my eyes shot open at the feel of lips roaming the back of my neck and shoulders. With a gasp, I came completely awake, the warmth around me resolving itself into the welcome feel of a body pressed up against my own.
While the lips continued their lazy assault on my upper back, the hand that had been around my waist lightly stroked the sensitive skin of my stomach, gradually moving up to fasten in a loose grip around my breast, a calloused thumb lightly stroking the already erect nipple. I gasped, trembling at the powerful sensations, as I could feel a leg that had been thrown across my own in sleep tightening its grip, pulling me back until I was lying almost on my back with my mate half on top of me, something firm and hot digging into my hip.
His lips gradually worked their way around from the back of my neck, first to my ear, then up in an erratic line that ended at my own. I moaned softly against his lips as the gentle kisses became more insistent, realizing that the time for hesitation was done--by the time we had stopped what we had started we would belong to each other beyond any possibility of separation.
I could feel the moisture gathering between my thighs at the thought that no one would ever be able to separate us as the hand that had been around my breast slowly began brushing across the skin over my ribs and stomach. He rolled me slightly away from him, his hand dragging claws lightly across my hip and butt before reaching around to find the swollen nub just above the entrance into my body.
Taking great care to keep his claws away from the sensitive tissue lest they inadvertently scratch me, he massaged the little bump softly, varying the pressure now and then to bring a deep groan of pleasure from me. Clearly, this couldn�t go on forever.
He must have realized this as well. He used the hand that had been nearly trapped beneath our bodies to raise my hips slightly, then pushed his rigid length into me from behind. While still rubbing at me with his other hand, he moved his arousal slowly in and out, inching us closer and closer to explosive releases as his lips and tongue returned to their explorations of my neck and shoulders.
Between the trembling in my own muscles and the sensation of his hot breath as he panted against the damp skin of my neck, it didn�t seen like either of us could hold on much longer. Suddenly, he began moving faster and harder, pounding his member deep into me as I shrieked through my release, barely feeling the fangs sinking into my shoulder. As my muscles contracted around him, he licked up the traces of blood that flowed from the small wounds. While doing so, I could feel the spasms begin as he deposited his seed in me with a loud groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in him--somewhere I�d never been able to touch before.
He pushed my body forward off his still-rigid member, sitting up and bringing me to sit on his lap, facing him. �We�re not nearly done yet, love,� he murmured, bending his head to suck gently at my nipples while running his hands up and down my back before grabbing my hips and raising me up high enough to lower my dripping orifice over his arousal. I groaned at the sensations of him filling me so completely as he rocked our bodies together.
Every movement was an additional source of pleasure. The way his length slid in and out of my body, the feel of my sensitive breasts rubbing against his toned chest as we moved together, his clawed hands clenching my hips so hard that they left small indentations in the skin, his wild forest scent mixing with the smells of sweat and passion--all of it combined to bring me to the brink of yet another massive orgasm.
I realized that it was time when he shifted his grip on my body, leaving one hand at my waist to hold me upright while bringing the other up between our pounding bodies. With a single motion almost too fast for me to see, he drew a claw across his chest a little to the left of center, over his heart. With a hand on the back of my head, he held me to the bleeding wound. As I licked up the small amount of blood, his entire body went rigid as he forced me down hard over his spurting member, triggering my own climax.
We screamed together in passion before dropping back to the futon. The last thing I remember was gentle hands pulling the light covers up over us.
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