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Menage Au Inu	By : SunsetMiko Category: InuYasha > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63229 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Surgery went well. It was definitely odd feeling, and uncomfortable at times, but I haven’t been congested like before since then. Headaches every day, but I figure that’s to be expected. They start mild or nonexistent and get worse as the day goes on, but they’re better every day. Didn’t have a single dizziness issue until Wednesday, but it was pretty bad yesterday after grocery shopping, so that I actually had to sit down right in the middle of the kitchen floor to keep from falling. Not really sure what caused it, since it couldn’t be a sinus pressure thing. Time will tell, I guess, how much it helped. Thanks for everyone’s concern and your patience as well! I’m a good chunk through Ch 30, so you might just get another one next week.
Chapter 29 - Impatience
After being poked, prodded, and measured in more ways than she thought was necessary, Kagome assisted Sesshoumaru in telling the seamstress just what she wanted made. It was really more of what he wanted made, but the miko didn’t want to argue the point. If buying her clothes meant so much to him, she wouldn’t complain, especially since he was so sweet as to not want to change the way she dressed, despite how she knew people of the Feudal Era judged her based on her apparel. He didn’t care that people would stare and make comments, primarily about her virtue, though she doubted most would dare to voice such thoughts aloud once she was his mate. He accepted her just the way she was, so she would try to do the same for him and not complain about his instincts.
The old youkai female carefully studied the pleats of Kagome’s skirt and jotted down notes as she explained the changes she wanted made on her shirts so they would be more comfortable. The seamstress was enthralled by the zipper, but knew that she would be unable to replicate it without the assistance of another craftsman, likely a jeweler. The buttons, though, she could handle. The miko picked out a few fabrics that she liked and more notes were made.
Finally, Kagome managed to escape the torture of custom-made clothing, moving to lean against Inuyasha, where he leaned against the doorframe. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, and they both watched as Sesshoumaru walked around the entire shop. The taiyoukai ran his hand slowly over the many bolts of fabric, every now and then tapping his index finger, which caused the seamstress to scribble rapidly, and the miko rolled her eyes.
“Why did I pick out stuff I liked if he’s just going to change it?” she asked softly with a small scowl.
“He’s not overriding your choices, ‘Gome. He’s just picking out more.”
Kagome sighed heavily and shook her head. “He’s going to spend a fortune. I don’t need that much. Half of it will never get worn. I mean, it’s not like I can carry it all around in my bag. Most of it is going to have to be stored somewhere.”
“Trust me, Kagome,” Inuyasha started. “There’s an empty closet in the Western fortress just waiting to be filled. It’s an instinct thing.”
“But you never tried to get me clothes.”
“I couldn’t have afforded to if I tried, and you would have been totally weirded out by it anyway if I did. I… I pushed down those instincts as much as possible, because I was afraid that if I followed them, you would realize how I really felt about you.”
“Why would you…?”
“Because I thought you would reject me and leave me. It was better to be your friend and always have you by my side than risk losing you completely.”
Kagome rolled her eyes. “Stupid.”
“Well, I know that now,” he replied with amusement in his tone. He shifted behind her, drawing her attention to the fact that her proximity had affected him in the way it always did, smirking when she laughed. “I still tried, though,” he continued, his voice softening nostalgically. “Why do you think I was always putting my haori on you? It was the best I could do.”
The miko smiled and twisted her upper body in his hold until she could kiss him. “I always loved it when you did that.”
Inuyasha smiled and nuzzled his nose against the side of her throat. “You know, hearing you call yourself the Western Lady… You basically agreed to be his mate.”
“I did no such thing,” she replied teasingly. She knew just how her words had sounded and how happy they likely made both males, but she wasn’t ready to say ‘yes’ yet. There were several things they needed to talk about before she could do so, and then there were her concerns about the actual mating. No, she wasn’t quite ready, even though she knew that in the end, the chances of her saying ‘no’ were slim to none.
“But not mine,” he added quietly.
“I promised both or neither. You know that.”
“I know, but it’d still be nice to hear.”
Kagome grinned and tilted her head back, baring her neck, pleased when he took the hint and pressed his lips to her pulse point. “And what would you like me to say?”
“’Yes’, woman. I want you to say ‘yes’.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off. “I know, ‘Gome, and I can wait. Just don’t make me wait forever.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she told him softly. “Speaking of forever, you think he’ll ever be done?” Kagome continued, glancing at the occupied taiyoukai.
“You wanna sneak out?” Inuyasha suggested with a smirk.
She considered it for a long moment before slumping against the hanyou and shaking her head. “No, I don’t think I want just us wandering around the market.”
“You think I couldn’t protect you?” he asked, his insecurity causing him to jump to conclusions as it so often did.
“I know you can, but if we got surrounded or something…”
“The residents of this village would not dare to attack companions of this Sesshoumaru. Not unless they want the entire village razed to the ground.”
Both Kagome and Inuyasha turned to find the taiyoukai right beside them. “You’re sneaky,” the miko said with a scowl.
“I have no need to sneak. You were not paying attention to your surroundings,” he explained.
“Are you done wasting money on clothing I’ll never get to wear?” Kagome inquired.
Sesshoumaru frowned, his eyes crinkling minutely at the corners. “Why will you not wear it? And clothing is not a waste of money.”
“How many outfits did you order? You do realize that I can’t carry it all around. I usually don’t have more than a week’s worth of clothes in my bag at any time.”
“What do you do when everything has been worn?”
Kagome raised a brow at the taiyoukai. “Wash it. Or, if I get lucky, take it home and have Mama wash it. She does a much better job than I can because… Well, you know,” she trailed off, being careful of what she said with so many demon ears around.
“I have a proposal for you,” he said in a tone that reminded her of just how strategic his mind was. He sounded as if he were suggesting a political alliance rather than merely discussing her clothes. “You carry your usual week’s worth of clothing, but the items that are being made instead of your old ones, and once they are dirty, I will send them to the fortress to be washed and have different garments sent back. That way, you will cycle through your new wardrobe and everything will be worn.”
The miko looked thoughtful for a long moment before sighing. “Fine, but I’m not sending my bras and panties to be washed by strangers that won’t even know what they are.”
“Agreed. I have no desire for you to do anything that might make you uncomfortable. Perhaps we should have commissioned those to be made, as well.” Sesshoumaru was well aware that Kagome didn’t like it a bit when he shredded her undergarments, but at times, he was incapable of restraining the desire to cut her clothing from her deliciously tempting form. She had complained on more than one occasion that replacing them in her era was expensive.
“Uh Un,” she hummed. “No, I’d have to be measured even more, and I’d rather not show my panties to everyone. Besides, the stretchy material they’re made with can only be found where I’m from. No. Just, no.”
Inuyasha grinned, his hands sliding lower until he found the bottom hem of her skirt and then rising, caressing her thighs. “They could tie on the sides like your bikini,” he offered, pouting when she brushed his hands away before he reached his goal.
Kagome rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Maybe someday in the future, when I have no choice, but not now. And I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you can kindly keep your hands out from under my skirt,” she finished in a hiss.
“But why?” the hanyou asked teasingly. “I like my hands up your skirt, and we both know you do, too. Gods, woman, I want you so bad,” he told her while pressing his erection against her soft ass, whimpering at the pleasurable pressure while wishing they were somewhere else.
“Horny dog,” she replied with a laugh. “Not happening.”
“No? Because I’d love to bend you over, rip those little panties of yours off, and fuck you fast and hard right here,” he confessed, his nose twitching as the scent of arousal hit him. “That’s right,” he continued, his tone low and seductive, his lips brushing her throat. “Soak them through for me, ‘Gome, and when we get back, I’m going to lick up every drop of your sweet juices. You smell so fucking good.”
It took Kagome a good minute to regain full control and focus, his words having sent her mind rolling into the gutter, but once she did, she brushed his wandering hands off again and slipped away from Inuyasha, sweeping past Sesshoumaru as she exited the seamstress’s shop. “I think you can wait a few hours,” she shot back over her shoulder, smirking as both brothers fell into step behind her. She slowed, allowing them to catch up, since she knew Sesshoumaru was unlikely to rush to catch up, not that he wasn’t impressively fast when he wanted to be.
The taiyoukai looped his right arm around her waist, halting her movement and pulling her body close. He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. “An hour has never seemed so long,” he murmured heatedly. “I cannot tell you how arousing it is to hear him talk like that to you, to scent it as his words excite you. Privacy can always be found if it is looked for.”
“Not happening,” she chirped happily with a bright smile.
“We could get a room at the inn,” Inuyasha suggested from where he stood on her right.
“We’re shopping and having lunch,” she reminded them. “You know, you’ll have to get used to being patient. Once we go back to the others, you won’t have unlimited access to my body like you have recently. You will have to wait and control yourselves, because we’ll be surrounded by people.”
“Fuck waiting,” the hanyou said with a laugh. “Ain’t no reason we can’t snatch you up and find a nice, quiet spot, though it won’t stay quiet for long. I swear, there isn’t anything I like to hear more than you coming on my cock. It’s like music. It ain’t too bad listening to him fucking you, either.”
Kagome turned to study Inuyasha’s face. “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?”
“You love my mouth and you know it.”
“Maybe, but do you have to talk like that when we’re surrounded by demons with incredible hearing?” she asked softly.
“You embarrassed, woman? Any demon with a halfway decent nose is well aware of just how much we’ve been fucking you. Besides, I don’t give a damn what they think and neither should you.”
The miko sighed dramatically, unwilling to admit that he was right, even though she knew he was. It was actually kind of thrilling, knowing that everyone around them knew that she had captured the hearts and delectable bodies of two incredibly sexy males. She rather liked knowing that Inuyasha desired her so much that he could barely contain himself. She always knew that about Sesshoumaru because of the way he went more than just a little crazy when she had been unable to sneak away, but now she knew her hanyou felt the same. She also knew that it was a great deal of fun to put them off and make them wait. It made her feel powerful to have the two brothers aching for her.
Seeing a possible distraction, she pulled away from them both to look over a table lined with hair accessories. No, she didn’t really need any, because she almost always wore her hair down, but just the act of looking at the items would shift Sesshoumaru into provider mode as he sought to buy her things. She promised to allow it, and she figured she might as well pick something pretty.
“Welcome, my Lady,” the beautiful demoness on the other side of the table said with a low bow. “Is there something I can help you find?”
Kagome smiled and shook her head. “Not really. I’m just looking.”
“If you like, I could style your hair for you. You would look beautiful with your hair up.”
“Thank you, but no. There isn’t really a point since we’re not doing anything special. It would be a waste of your time and effort.”
“It would be an honor, my Lady, but never a waste.” The shopkeeper and stylist was eager to get her hands on the future Western Lady’s hair. It would be amazing for business if it became known that she had worked on someone so important. Kagome wearing one of her styles, along with her specially crafted accessories, would put her name in the mouth of any and all youkai females looking to improve their appearance, and she would have a line out the door of women anxiously awaiting their turn.
“Maybe when I have some kind of event,” the miko replied, “then you can do my hair.”
“There will be a ball announcing and celebrating our mating,” Sesshoumaru told her.
Kagome smiled at the stylist. “Maybe then, okay? I’m terrible at doing anything fancy myself, probably because I almost never bother doing anything with my hair.”
“Let her do it, ‘Gome,” Inuyasha nudged gently. Though he hadn’t liked her hair up in a ponytail the day before during their amazing sex, he wasn’t against the miko wearing her hair up in general. In fact, during their encounter that ended with the scrapes on her legs, Sesshoumaru had twisted up her hair and held it to the top of her head, and she looked damn good with her bare throat on display.
“Why do you care?” Kagome asked in confusion, turning to study the hanyou’s face curiously.
Inuyasha shrugged noncommittally. “Because I’ve never seen you with fancy hair. Isn’t lunch occasion enough? It will be our first real meal all together. At least the first meal we’ll be fully dressed for,” he continued with a smirk.
The miko glanced at Sesshoumaru, who merely gave a small nod, and Kagome sighed. “Okay, fine, if it means that much to you.”
“You will not regret it, my Lady.” The shopkeeper/stylist motioned for her to come around the table and head inside her shop, holding back the fabric curtain that covered the door.
“Do you wish for us to accompany you?” the taiyoukai asked. Not more than a few minutes ago, she expressed concern about her safety, surrounded by so many unknown youkai, and now she was being asked to step inside where they wouldn’t be able to see her, and she would be rather exposed, allowing the demoness close enough to style her hair.
“Nah,” Kagome replied with a grin, allowing her fingertips to trail teasingly along his arm as she passed, stepping around the table, and heading inside. The miko sat where the stylist indicated, making herself comfortable on an overstuffed silk pillow. She glanced to the side, watching as the demoness shifted things around on another tabletop. She made a small victorious sound as she obviously found what she was looking for and a moment later, she was behind Kagome.
“Did you have anything special in mind?” she asked, hoping that the future Western Lady would allow her free reign. She had a particular style in mind, something simple and elegant that would use her favorite pair of hair combs, a pair she considered her masterpieces. They would show beautifully in her midnight black tresses. Perhaps, if she did well enough, she might actually be summoned to the Western fortress for an event. Generally, there would be a resident stylist, but every now and then someone from outside would be called in, and those that were found themselves almost overwhelmed with new, upper-class clients. It would be a dream come true.
“No,” Kagome replied. “I’ve never really done fancy stuff with my hair, so do whatever you think will look the best.”
The miko watched in the large mirror in front of her while the demoness carefully brushed through her messy hair. The last thing she wanted to do was cause the future Lady of the West any discomfort. She hadn’t seemed too eager to have her hair styled in the first place, and yanking a brush carelessly through knots and pulling out half her hair would definitely not end with her being called to the fortress for the coming ball celebrating the mating of the Western Lord. It might end with her losing her head if Lord Sesshoumaru took offense, however, so she used the utmost care, being as patient as possible.
Once all the knots and tangles had been removed, the stylist gathered up the raven locks, twisting delicately. Her hands moved swiftly as she arranged the mass of hair and secured it with the combs she had chosen. Rebellious strands were captured and conquered and, after stepping back to study her work, she declared it finished. She collected a small hand mirror and used it to allow Kagome to see what she had done.
The miko gasped softly as she studied the back of her head through the two mirrors. Her hair was twisted and tucked under, with the tips standing up atop her head, looking almost like a fan or a peacock’s feathers on display. The bright silver combs sparkled like stars against the dark backdrop, the small gems twinkling as the light reflected off them, even inside. Kagome could only imagine how they would sparkle in full sunlight.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, tilting and turning to take in the amazing job the stylist had done. “You’re really good!”
“It is not difficult to create beauty when given the right materials. Your hair is quite impressive. I have never seen a human with anything even close to what you have. Usually their hair is coarse and oily, with no body, but yours is so silky and shiny, and the waves and natural curls… It is no wonder that you usually wear it down. Having it up, however, draws attention to your face and allows your eyes to stand out. That and inu are drawn to the throat, as I am sure you have noticed. They will love it,” the shopkeeper told her. “I promise you.”
The miko smiled softly, remembering just how much her males focused on her throat. She knew the stylist was right, though she was still rather nervous about stepping outside and letting them see the transformation. She couldn’t wait forever, though, so Kagome climbed to her feet, delaying the inevitable by carefully adjusting her skirt before finally heading towards the door, thanking the shopkeeper once again. She swept back the fabric covering the entrance and stepped outside into the bright sunlight.
“Fuck, woman,” Inuyasha whispered, his voice cracking slightly. The hanyou was instantly by her side, his eyes wide as he looked her over. “You’re a goddess, ‘Gome,” he murmured, catching her hand and pulling her past the stylist’s table of items. Out in the open, his arms wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her back to his chest, his lips immediately finding a place on the right side of her exposed throat.
Kagome couldn’t help but stare nervously at Sesshoumaru. He hadn’t said anything, hadn’t made a sound, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Did he not like it? Did he think she looked stupid? “Sess…” she started, swallowing hard before trying again. “Sesshoumaru?”
Heat suddenly poured into the taiyoukai’s eyes, as if her voice had broken him out of a trance, and he approached the miko slowly, each step deliberate. He looked like a predator stalking his prey as he closed the distance between them.
Kagome’s right hand came up automatically to grasp the front of his armor, reminding him that he couldn’t pull her as close as he might like without leaving bruises behind. She fully understood how easy it was for him to forget he was wearing it and, over time, she figured out the simplest and least intrusive way of keeping herself from being pressed against those sharp spikes and hard bone plates. A small sigh escaped him as he mentally cursed the armor that kept him from feeling her the way he knew Inuyasha was at that very moment. He was slightly jealous of his half-brother’s clothing. The cloth of the firerat protected him from a great many attacks, but it did nothing to keep the heat of Kagome’s body from seeping into his as her curves fit so perfectly against him. The hanyou was lucky that way, he supposed.
Brushing off the slight disappointment and annoyance that came with every armor issue they had, Sesshoumaru’s hands found her hips, clinging firmly just below where Inuyasha’s arms looped her waist. He leaned in close to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on the left side of her throat, leaving the miko fully trapped between the brothers.
She didn’t want to encourage them, really, she didn’t, because she was serious about them having to learn to wait, but it felt so right between them. She adored the way their breath washed over her skin, the feeling of their lips as they left such needy kisses and nips behind, and the way their arms held her so securely. That was where she belonged, between them, and she wished they could always stay that way.
“This…” Kagome began before her thought was cut off by a moan as Sesshoumaru found an especially sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “This is what it’ll be like, right?” she asked even though she knew that neither of them was likely to be thinking clearly by that point. “The mating?” As she spoke, her left hand reached behind her, clinging tightly to the fabric of Inuyasha’s haori.
The taiyoukai carefully dragged his fangs over her skin, his tongue then following the same path to capture the faintest hint of blood that had welled to the surface. “Just like this,” he replied heatedly.
“You really like the hair, don’t you?” she asked playfully, fighting to keep from giving in and letting them whisk her off to the inn the way they so obviously wanted to.
“It’s not the hair, not really,” Inuyasha answered, his tone obviously distracted. “It’s seeing where I’m gonna put my mark. I want so fucking bad to just make you mine. The waiting is torture.” The hanyou sucked firmly on the skin just over her pulse point, knowing that it would leave a mark behind. It wasn’t the mark he wanted, but it was the closest he was going to get at the moment. Sesshoumaru hummed his agreement before catching her earlobe and tugging gently, his breath loud in her ear.
“Well, maybe if you actually answered my questions instead of putting them off, we might get there a little sooner.”
“Whatever you want to know,” the taiyoukai agreed easily. He knew he had been putting off the conversation they needed to have about how the three of them ended up in their current situation, but the last thing Sesshoumaru wanted was to think about how they accidently killed her, the struggle to revive her, and how they both almost lost her for good. It wasn’t a pleasant memory in the least, but he couldn’t avoid it forever.
If Kagome needed to know before she would agree to be their mate, then he would tell her. He would detail every painful and terrifying second. He would explain his train of thought and how the Tenseiga only wanted to work if he was thinking of sharing her with his little brother. He would tell her how quick and easy of a decision it was, because if the choice were her and Inuyasha or losing her completely, hell, he would have accepted anything to bring her back, to see her breathing again and to hear her steady pulse. He would even share his suspicions that their father was somehow involved, despite the fact that he’d been dead and gone for ages.
“All right, guys, enough,” she murmured, fighting down her growing desire before it was too late. She shifted between the brothers and, after a moment, slipped out from between them and headed towards the next shop, glancing over her shoulder to grin at them both. “You’ll wait and you’ll live. I’d like to have lunch at some point today.”
Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru locked eyes for a long moment, their bodies close together in such a way that they had only been once before, when she’d tied their hands together and to the headboard, before both sighed and turned to follow. If only Kagome didn’t have quite so much self-control. They were close, they knew, to convincing her to give them what they wanted, just short of actually agreeing to be their mate, but she was stubborn, and no one would be receiving any relief until they returned to their little cave hideaway.
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