Worth Waiting For | By : inumom Category: InuYasha > General Views: 6484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Rated for lots of citrus & some more hot youkai lovin’.
27. The Road to Recovery
Barely two weeks after the battle against Naraku Inuyasha emerged from the forest to find his mate sitting chin-deep in the hot spring. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice his presence until she felt the strong arms wrapped around her.
“What are you doing in here in the middle of the day?” The deep voice was rough, a seductive purr in her ear.
“Sango wanted to soak her ribs--they’re a lot better but still a little sore--but I felt like staying a little longer when she went back inside.” She turned to smile up at him. “How was the hunt?”
“It went okay. They’ll be dealing with the meat and hides for days. Damn good thing, too, because I won’t be able to hunt with the villagers for a few days.”
That didn’t sound quite right. “Why not? Is something wrong?”
“Not at all, love. Tell me,” he said, lifting her easily, “Do you feel up to a little trip?”
Her curiosity was piqued now. “What are you talking about? What kind of trip?”
His smile was suggestive at the very least. “We’re going after the last of the shards--just the two of us, like when we first started.”
“But what about Noz--”
He cut her off with an impatient gesture. “It’s all arranged. While you’re getting ready I’ll drop her off with your mother. Shippou will be okay here with the others. We’ll be back in less than a week.”
She sighed. “As much as I love the life we have here, I sometimes miss the times we had traveling around the countryside. It’s probably even worse for you--you’ve lived in the wilds for most of your life. I know how much you hate being cooped up in a building or a village.” She smiled brilliantly for the first time since Naraku’s attack. She leaped up, grabbing for the towel at the side of the pool. “Let’s go!”
Packing didn’t take long, as she had had a great deal of practice in recent years. She smiled as she pulled her old yellow bag out of storage. Even though it was rather the worse for wear it could still hold just about everything they would need. Rummaging around in the storage room, she loaded the bag with a few blankets, a couple of changes of clothing, some towels and her bathing supplies, a small kettle and a couple of bowls, a first aid kit, and all the instant ramen that would fit.
She shook her head as she dragged the stuffed bag out into their home’s public area, leaving it next to her bow and quiver resting near the doorway. The others watched in silence, as though they had been expecting this. She didn’t doubt for a moment that they would be able to handle things through a brief absence. They spent a few quiet minutes talking about the journey they were preparing to make, and it suddenly struck her that there seemed to be some other agenda at work--her mate had, after all, expressed no particular interest in completing the Shikon no Tama for quite a while now.
In any case, she would find out soon enough.
*
Even though it was well into the afternoon when the hanyou returned from taking their daughter to stay at her grandmother’s home on the other side of the well, they decided to leave right away rather than waiting for the next morning. Even though they would only be able to make a few miles before it got too late to travel, that was a good distance for a start--Kagome hadn’t done any extended walking in a while, and it would probably take her a day or two to get used to the routines of travel once again.
As she had expected, they headed north, following the stream that eventually split to form the small waterfall that dropped into one end of their hot spring. She was, however, more than a little surprised when he called a halt at the small clearing they often went to when they wanted a little privacy. Looking at her mate with a puzzled expression, she noticed that he was trembling, his claws flexing restlessly at his sides. “We still have a few hours of daylight left--are you sure you want to stop here?”
His voice was barely audible. “I’m sure. There’s not another place so comfortable in easy traveling distance. Besides,” he continued, “This place will be perfect for what I have in mind.”
Suddenly recalling the conversation they had had right after she had learned about the second pup, she dropped her bag, opening the main compartment, digging for the blankets she had unintentionally put at the very bottom. She looked up at the hand that gripped her wrist. “Don’t bother,” he said. “We won’t need them until later.”
The hanyou was amazed that he had been able to control himself for this long. With the scent of his mate in heat mixing with the light sheen of sweat on her skin from walking through the midsummer warmth, it had been all he could do to keep from throwing her to the ground and taking her on a number of occasions. Besides, he wanted to make this the best experience she had ever had--she hadn’t been quite the same since right after the fight with Naraku, and he was hoping that this plan of his would bring back the fiery personality that he had first fallen in love with. If their activities resulted in another pup, then so much the better.
“Come here, love.” He barely spoke above a whisper, but the words were perfectly audible to her. As he wrapped her in his arms he was immediately glad that she had decided that a simple yukata was more practical for traveling than the more formal, restricting kimono she often wore simply because he liked it. He pressed desperate kisses down the side of her neck, painfully aware of the spike in the scent of her desire as well as her soft moans.
While her fingers tugged frantically at the ties holding his clothing closed, he simply sliced through the sash of her yukata with a claw. Although the garment remained essentially in place, he opened it, exposing her body to him and releasing the full impact of the scent that had been confined within her clothing up until now. The scent of her near-desperation filled his head, blotting out coherent thought.
He moved his hands down, holding her rear so that he could lift her easily, raising her tempting breasts to his eager lips. She clutched at his shoulders as he teased her erect nipples with his lips, running his velvety tongue around them, pausing occasionally to lightly nip with a sharp fang. She shivered at his attentions, moaning in pleasure. He had, in her opinion, been far too careful around her since they had lost the pup--this was exactly what she had been needing.
Setting her back on her feet, he quickly stripped off his haori, placing the scarlet garment on the ground. Reaching once again for his mate, he placed her carefully in the center of the makeshift bed, almost as though she were some infinitely precious and easily breakable treasure. Moving with maddening slowness, he ran the tips of his fingers over her hardened nipples, and first with a feather-light touch, then with more authority. She reached out for him, but he shook his head., grabbing her hands in one of his and holding them above her head. “Not this time, love. No distractions. It looks like you need this even more than I do.”
Capturing her lips with his own, he hungrily explored her mouth, feeling as well as hearing her soft moans as his tongue battled with hers. When he finally released her so that they could both breathe, he sat back, straddling her hips. Closing his eyes for a moment, he released the power within himself, allowing himself to assume his fully youkai form. Stroking her skin carefully with his now longer claws, he whispered, “We’ll need this body for a while, love. Even my hanyou form won’t be up to what I have planned for you.”
She moaned softly at the thought of being loved practically into a puddle of jelly by this body with its youkai stamina. “Exactly what did you have in mind?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” He pulled a long strip of dark-colored silk from the sash of his hakama, wrapping it around her eyes so that she could not see what was happening. As soon as he had done so, he realized that it was the best possible move--the scent of her desire intensified, and he could see the dampness gathering at the apex of her thighs. Removing himself from his position sitting across her hips, he moved far enough away from her so that no part of his body was in actual contact with hers. By moving slowly and silently, there was no way for her to anticipate his next caresses.
He gently stroked the front of her body, leaving not the slightest part of her skin untouched. He watched in fascination her various reactions, the small muscles under the skin fluttering, her gasps and moans, the thrashing of her head as his touches came closer and closer to the source of the intoxicating scent of her heat. Deciding that she had had enough of this for a while, he backed slightly away from her, bending over her body so that his long hair lightly brushed against her skin. Apparently, she liked this, as her moans increased in volume until his ears rang.
Moving around her so that he was positioned between her thighs, he let his hair brush across the sensitive inner surfaces before leaning forward without warning and tasting her deeply. She stiffened at the contact, crying out as her hands pounded against the ground beneath her. Reaching up, he ran the tips of his claws over her breasts, teasing the already erect nipples to an almost impossible hardness before returning his hands to their place at her hips. Maintaining a tight grip on her so that she couldn’t writhe free, he continued to taste her juices, surprised at the strength of her inner muscles when they seemed to pull his tongue deeper into her. She was trembling now, her muscles jerking uncontrollably as she neared her release. Pulling his tongue from her tight channel, he clamped his lips around the engorged nub above her entrance and flicked at it with rapid movements of his tongue. After only a few seconds she stiffened in his arms, shrieking through her release as he began to build her to yet another, even bigger, climax.
In the space of only a few minutes he teased her body to two more shattering orgasms, leaving her lying on his haori with a random twitching of muscles. He decided to give her a few minutes to recuperate, resting next to her and keeping her from drifting off to sleep with light touches on her skin. Once her breathing began to stabilize, he pulled the cloth away from her eyes, raising her to her knees so that he could once again devour her lips.
Keeping a hand on her waist to hold her in position, he moved around so that he was kneeling behind her, her body held tightly against his own. Bending his head, he pressed light kisses along her neck and upper back, sliding her yukata down off her body. Moving one arm to wrap around her upper thighs, he slowly left a line of burning kisses down her spine while using a light pressure on the back of her neck to lower her head toward the ground. He lightly drew his claws down her back, causing her to moan again with renewed desire. Moving his hands to lightly trace the curve of her buttocks, he paused briefly to work the tie of his hakama loose, lowering the garment and freeing his painfully erect member.
He suddenly grabbed her by both hips, positioning himself behind her and pushing into her with one hard thrust, burying his arousal to the hilt in her moist warmth. From the start he set a frenzied pace, violently pounding in and out of her while she moaned in ecstasy beneath him. Despite his youkai body, the frustration and self-denial of the recent past was taking its toll. After only a few moments, he pulled her hips tighter against his body while her muscles clamped down around his member as her scream of pleasure echoed through the clearing. A couple of thrusts later, he howled through his own release as the convulsing muscles within her ripped his seed from him.
Pulling himself from his mate’s sated body, he settled himself on her buttocks, kneading the tension from her back and shoulders while once again teasing her body to a state of desperate readiness. She moaned and writhed beneath him, shivering as the rough texture of his haori stimulated her already erect nipples to an almost painful tightness with every movement she made. Leaning forward, the youkai licked firmly at the scars on her shoulders, not even attempting to conceal the smirk as she cried out in passion. His voice in her ear was rough with desire. “You like that, love? Well, we’re not nearly done yet. I may not be in heat this time, but I think I can give a pretty convincing imitation. Are you ready for me again?” With a light touch, he confirmed that she was indeed extremely well lubricated. “It would be a shame to let an opportunity like this pass us by, don’t you think?”
Turning her carefully, he kneaded her breasts lightly, running his tongue around the tight peaks. She arched her back, trying to get more of the maddening sensations, as his hand slipped down her body to find the swollen bundle of nerve fibers at the top of her opening. Using the lightest touch possible, he gently massaged the nub, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Leaning forward, he whispered directly into her ear. “Tell me what to do, love. What can I do to make you scream for me again?”
Her tone was strangled, the word indistinct. “Hurry….”
Moving forward slightly, he slid the very tip of his arousal into her. Taking very slow, shallow strokes, he teased her unmercifully, driving her to a level of desperation she had never before experienced. “No, love. There’ll be no rushing this. Do you like what I’m doing? How does it feel? Stay with me, love,” he said, watching as her eyes started to roll back. Repositioning himself so that her knees were over his arms, he continued the slow torment of his mate until he felt the first clenching of her inner walls around his member. Taking that as his cue, he drove into her hard and fast, screaming along with her as her tightening muscles squeezed the seed from his body.
Despite his youkai body, the stress was beginning to take its toll. Rising shakily to his feet, he looked around for something he had noticed on one of their previous trips to this location. Lifting her easily, he carried her to the old tree standing at the edge of the clearing. On their first visit to this spot he had thought that the lowest branch on one side would be the perfect height for supporting his mate while he took her.
Balancing her on her shaky legs, he placed a soft, incredibly intimate kiss on her swollen lips. “I’m sorry, love. I wanted to make this last all night, but I think that this will be the last time for a while.” He bent her over the branch, which was right at the height of her hips when she stood on the ground. In a single hard thrust, he pushed into her tight passage, pounding madly into her until she shrieked through another shattering orgasm. Since he had already achieved his own release twice in a short time, he could hold off a little longer. Raising her up from the tree branch, he carried her over to the trunk of the massive oak. Bracing his feet, he rested his back against the tree, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he raised and lowered her on his shaft, her hands clutching at his shoulders to help them maintain their balance. Bringing her down sharply on his throbbing member, he began to move his hips with the rhythm he had set, forcing himself even deeper into her body. Moving faster and faster, he leaned forward slightly to capture one of the nipples bouncing before his face between his lips.
That, apparently, was enough. With a scream that seemed to come from deep in her soul, she went limp in his arms, her inner muscles convulsing around his nearly spent member, milking the last of his seed from him. With a few more lazy thrusts to make certain that all of his seed was left inside his mate’s body, he lifted her from his softening shaft, staggering back to the haori he had left on the ground.
In a last moment of clear thought, he went to her bag, picking up the blankets they had left behind in their eagerness, and returned to her, wrapping her in his arms and covering them both with the warm blankets.
*
Kagome awoke to something that smelled absolutely wonderful. Opening her eyes, she saw the hanyou sitting next to a small fire, baking some fish from the stream and waiting more or less patiently for the water in the small kettle to come to a boil. Once it reached a full boil, he poured it into the two ramen cups and set them aside. Using the rest of the hot water, he started tea before returning to the blankets where his mate awaited.
Even though she knew she could never fool him, Kagome wasn’t quite ready to leave the comfort of the blankets no matter how good the food smelled. It was, after all, only slightly past dawn. Raising one side of the blankets, she motioned for him to join her.
“You must have been tired,” he murmured. “You slept a long time.”
She smiled broadly. “How did you know that was exactly what I needed? It’s been a rough couple of weeks since--you know. Everybody’s been so careful not to say or do anything to remind me that it’s been getting on my nerves a little.”
He smirked a little--she had recovered even more completely than he could ever have expected. “I know, love. Hell, I was doing it myself for a while. Then you came into heat, and I thought that a few days away from the others would be a good idea.”
She curled up against his side, resting her head on his chest. “It’s a strange time right now. Things are happening so fast.”
“Like what?” He had long ago learned to trust her flashes of intuition. If she said that changes were coming, he didn’t doubt that they would see them before too much longer.
“I think that the gang will be splitting up soon--within a month or two for sure. Miroku and Sango are getting so much more open about their relationship that they’re probably going to be married soon--it’s a lot like being mated, but without the physical bond. I’m pretty sure that they’re going to want a place of their own, but I don’t think they’ll move too far away.” She paused briefly, and he could detect the growing uncertainty in her scent. “I think I should probably study with Kaede-baachan.” When he didn’t answer, she continued, “I’ve been thinking about it, and I think I probably wasted a lot more energy than I needed. If I can learn to use those powers efficiently, using only as much as I need and not a bit more, I think I can probably learn to use the miko powers without being a danger to the people I love.”
He nodded slowly, absently stroking the skin of her shoulder with his free hand. “I think you’re right. If you’d been trained from the beginning, we would never have had these problems.”
She shook her head. “If I’d been trained from the start, I would have believed that mikos can’t marry, and we’d never have been mated. I think I like it better this way.”
He pulled her tight against him so that she could feel his growing desire for her. After a few minutes, he released her. “Come on, love. I’m hungry, and you must be starving--you worked pretty hard yesterday.”
She sat up, laughing for the first time in days. “So,” she said, “Will I have time to clean up a little before we leave? I feel a little…sticky.”
“Food first,” he said, “Then you can take as long as you like. We’ll be staying right here.”
She stood up, wrapping one of the blankets around her. “I thought we were going to get the last of the shards, but I don’t feel any of them around here anywhere.”
“That was just an excuse. I expect that the shards will be along in another day or two.” He watched as she went to the fire to bring back the tea and ramen--the fish weren’t ready yet--the blanket tucked snugly around her but hanging loose enough to give him some very enjoyable flashes of naked leg as she moved.
She brought back the food, sitting on the blankets next to him, aware of a pleasant tingling in her leg where it rubbed against his. They ate in silence for a few moments, then she looked up suddenly when she realized what he had meant. “How does Kouga know we’re here?”
The hanyou simply shrugged, an impossibly smug expression plastered across his features. “I sent word with Myouga and Kirara a couple of days ago. I knew you were getting close to your heat cycle, and it seemed like a good idea to combine a little privacy with getting the rest of the Shikon. I don’t know exactly when he’ll get here, but between us we’ll be able to sense him coming before he arrives.”
She nodded slowly. Somehow, it all made a weird kind of sense. “You know,” she said as he got up to get the fish that had been baking around the fire, “I liked the way you handled the whole business with Kanna. I was really hoping it wouldn’t be necessary to kill her--none of it was really her fault.”
He shook his head. “There was no reason to kill her. After you destroyed her mirror, she had no more power. She wasn’t a threat any more, so we could afford to let her go.”
The woman stared into the flickering fire. “I wonder what’s going to happen to her.”
“She’s still a youkai, Kagome, even if she does look like a kid. In fact, her looking so helpless can be a huge asset--a potential enemy will tend to underestimate her because of it.” He paced across the small campsite, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her readiness for him. “Do we have to talk about this right now?”
She smiled with all the warmth he had come to expect. “Exactly what did you have in mind?”
He gestured at the deeper part of the river flowing by the campsite. “You said you wanted to clean up, remember? It’s already getting warm--the cool water should feel pretty good.” He extended a hand in her direction, helping to her feet. “Come on.”
She wondered briefly what good it would do to get clean since it was apparent to her that she would be getting sticky and sweaty again in very short order. Trembling slightly in anticipation, she fished her bathing supplies from her bag and joined him at the water’s edge.
What begun as simply bathing rapidly escalated into a vigorous, noisy water fight. The human woman was glad that he had finally learned how to have fun. She supposed that he must have played as a child, but it seemed to her that he had forgotten the simple joys of childhood after having to fend for himself at such an early age. Having a pup of his own seemed to have helped as well: he could allow himself to play with his daughter while still protecting his “tough guy” image.
The water fight ended when he grabbed her around the waist to dunk her in the cool water. The contact was like an electric shock, and he released her instantly. With the water supporting most of her weight, it was a simple matter to pull herself up his body for a deep, passionate kiss. He was momentarily surprised, as she was seldom the aggressor, but was more than willing to give her whatever it was that she hungered for at this point. Wrapping his arms around her, he moved her slightly, becoming even more aroused with every breath as her wet skin slid across his own.
Her laugh was a little shaky. “Well, you were right: you do a great imitation of being in heat. Do you think we could get out of the water now?”
Without another word he scooped her up and leaped from the water. Carrying her to the blankets, he laid her gently down, dropping down beside her, and simply looked at her. The tiny water droplets remaining on her skin sparkled in the sunlight like brilliant jewels. He dropped his head to take an already erect nipple between his lips. After the cool water, the heat of his lips and tongue almost seemed to burn, and she cried out, arching her back as her hands clutched at his arms.
He could feel the deep need building in her, crying out to be satisfied, almost as though it were his own. He wondered for perhaps the millionth time what he had done in the course of his life to deserve the love he had come to find with her. Even though he sometimes still worried about enemy youkai hunting them or some unfamiliar humans trying to kill him for “defiling” one of their women, he had finally realized that as long as they were together they could handle whatever pain and disappointment came their way.
He decided that he would not try to draw this out any longer as he had done the previous afternoon. Bending to her for another blistering kiss, he brought her up to her knees, maneuvering around so that he was directly behind her. With a single hard thrust he buried his length deep inside her. As he moved his arousal in and out of his mate, he watched her pale hips rocking back and forth before him as he laid claim to her yet again. That sight caused his member to harden further than he had believed possible, until he felt as though it would split her in two. Obviously, she could feel the difference as well, because she suddenly cried out at the deeper penetration.
She began to push back against him, forcing him a fraction of an inch deeper into her eager body. He pounded in and out of her, picking up speed, as her muscles contracted around him. As the fullness in his loins reached the point of no return, he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back against him even harder. Two, three, four times he forced his rigid member into her convulsing channel before biting down on the scar on her shoulder, triggering a simultaneous release that left them screaming their passion to the uncaring forest.
Holding her body tight against him, he kept her in that position until his seed stopped spurting into her body before rolling them over onto their sides while still joined.
The last thing he thought before drifting off to sleep was that this was going to be a long couple of days until they returned home.
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