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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
Category: InuYasha > General
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Disclaimer: They�re still not mine, although I refuse to give up hope.

AN: I know I said I�d only be putting up one or two sections a day, but there�s football tonight, so I think I�ll do a little more. More lemon to come!

8. Bedtime Story

As near as he could tell, it was not yet daylight. Even though he had only been in heat a few times in his life, this was by far the least painful of those events. He was, he decided, almost going to be sorry when it was over. He stretched carefully, determined not to disturb his mate. Unfortunately, she was by now so attuned to him that the merest movement on his part brought her to instant wakefulness.
�What time is it?�
Seeing that there was now no point in trying not to disturb her, he shrugged. �Haven�t got a clue. Does it matter?�
She shifted her position slightly, pressing herself even closer to his warmth. �I suppose not.� She glanced up at him. �See? I told you there was nothing to worry about--we survived the first day with no trouble at all.�
�No trouble? What the hell are you talking about? We got attacked by a youkai, and then I went and took you by force, and--�
�No. You didn�t.� At his look of surprise, she continued, �Remember what I said? You can�t force me, because I want you. It�s a little scary, but just thinking about you makes me want to start all over again.�
�Don�t worry,� he said, running a single claw lightly along the curve of her breast, listening to her breath catch in her throat as the nipple hardened instantly. �It�s probably just because we�re both in heat--it can�t last forever.�
She looked disappointed, and he felt the heat growing in his loins as her bare skin rubbed against his own where he held her. �Are you sure?� she asked. �I think I like it this way.�
�Baka,� he growled. �Just because we�re not in heat doesn�t mean that we can�t mate as often as you like. In fact,� he said, smirking into her hair, �We could start right now if you like.�
She looked at him, feeling the new tension in his muscles as he began to respond to her nearness. �I think that�s a wonderful idea,� she murmured, pulling him down so that she could taste his lips. She was glad that her old friends from her world couldn�t see her now--they would consider her either insane or an absolute slut. She decided that she was more than happy to earn either title if it meant that they were together like this.
He licked along the line of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. She clutched at him, turning in his grasp so that she was facing him, her full breasts pressed into his chest. He gasped at the sensation of her soft body against his, determined to bring her slowly to full arousal with his soft lips and gentle touches. He stroked her skin lightly while kissing his way across her burning flesh. Pulling her down to the futon, he proceeded to pleasure her slowly, almost as though determined to erase the memory of his violation of her the day before.
She moaned as her passion grew, finally deciding to take some initiative. Since he had no memory of their activities of the previous day, she thought that she would share a couple of the things they had done that had seemed to bring him pleasure. Forcing him down on his back, she kissed her way down his chest, nipping at his tightly erect nipples, moving slowly down across his ribs and taut stomach muscles, running her fingers lightly up and down his sides, pausing occasionally to grab at him when his hands tickled slightly.
Gripping his hips tightly, she licked tentatively at his erect member, smirking as she felt the shudder go through him. His hips twitched slightly as he unconsciously tried to press himself against her for more of the attention she was paying him. Only too glad to grant his desire, she took his member between her lips, running her tongue over the sensitive tip. He moaned, moving his hips harder as she licked and sucked lightly around the tip, teasing him unmercifully. Finally, seeing that she wasn�t about to grant him any further pleasure in this way, he moaned, �No more�.�
She pulled her head away from him, smiling as her long hair brushed his arousal, making it twitch in response. Sitting up, he grabbed her by the hips before stretching out again and positioning her above his eager lips. Deciding that two could play at this game, he licked tentatively around her outer lips, not giving her the satisfaction of tasting her more fully. As she squirmed and moaned above him, he held her tight so that she couldn�t get away. Finally giving in to his torment, she leaned forward, taking him fully into her mouth.
He moaned against her in surprise and passion, finally releasing her when he realized that he was too close to his release to wait any longer. Sitting up, he tried to pull her to him, but she pushed him back to the futon, saying only, �Stay there. I think you might like this.�
Kneeling above him with her knees on either side of his hips, she turned to face him, smiling as she forced herself down onto his hardness. He groaned as she ground her hips down on him, her arousal leaving her so well-lubricated that he slipped easily into place. It was, he thought, like coming home. He moved his hips, driving himself even deeper into his mate, and she moaned in response. Leaning forward, she clutched at his shoulders to maintain her balance.
She rocked her hips against him, rotating her hips occasionally when she learned that those unexpected motions made him writhe beneath her. Moving with a sharp rocking motion, she matched his movements stroke for stroke, and he grabbed her hips, forcing her down hard on his member. The sudden deeper penetration pushed her over the edge, and she threw back her head and screamed her passion as he howled through his release from beneath her as her inner muscles squeezed his seed from him.
A few more deep, satisfying thrusts to make certain that he had deposited all of his seed inside his mate, and he rolled her to his side, his still-erect member slipping from her body. She smiled softly at him: she wasn�t nearly done with him yet. She reached around to take him in her hand, gripping his shaft as she slowly stroked her hand up and down. He trembled in his eagerness for more of the sensations that only she could give him. �Help me, love,� he moaned. �Give me my release.�
She smiled, remembering how he had tortured her back in her world by making her wait. Shaking her head, she altered the motion of her hand slightly, squeezing lightly around the base of his arousal to delay his orgasm. �Not yet, love. I think the time�s come for a little bedtime story.�
He shivered as she ran the tips of her fingers lightly over his member as she lay down on her side facing him. �I�m sitting on the ground studying for a test. Sango and Miroku have already gone to sleep, and Shippou is curled up with Kirara. I�m getting a cramp in my neck from bending over the books, and I can feel strong hands on my neck, rubbing the knots from my muscles. I sigh at the great feelings I�m getting from the hands on my body. Suddenly, the hands leave my neck. They slide down my body, touching me softly through my clothes. There�s no word spoken, and I find myself lifted from the ground and thrown over a shoulder as my secret lover races through the forest to a small clearing not very far away. When we get there, he sets me back on my feet, standing behind me. He kisses the back of my neck softly, and I shiver with anticipation. A strong arm goes around my waist, holding me tight, while a hand presses down on my upper back, forcing my head toward the ground. I adjust my position so that my weight is supported on my forearms, and the pressure disappears from my back. I feel two strong hands gripping my hips, and they�re lifted high, my feet leaving the ground. I think I know what�s going to happen, but I�m not sure--I�ve never experienced anything like this before. One arm is replaced around my stomach, holding me in place, while the other hand pulls my skirt up above my hips, running powerful claws lightly over my skin. I�m trembling by now, and I start to moan as the hand yanks my panties down and off my legs. I feel hot breath on my thighs and moan again. My juices are starting to flow, and I feel the most indescribable sensation of my life--something warm and wet is touching the very center of my womanhood, starting at the most sensitive spot at the front and stroking me all the way to the back. My lover does this over and over, until all I can do is beg him to take me. Still he keeps loving me with his tongue, holding me so that I can�t move. Finally he begins to moan along with me, and I know that it�s finally time for what I�ve been waiting for. He carefully sets me on the ground on my hands and knees. He runs his hands over my hips, licking and nibbling at my skin. I beg him again to take me, but he still doesn�t answer. I can�t see him, but he kneels behind me, and I can feel him holding my hips up with one hand while he guides the very tip of his arousal into me with the other. He pushes into me slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, and I feel myself stretched to the limit by his size. He stops moving for a moment as he reaches my barrier. With one hand on my hip and the other on the opposite shoulder, he pushes in with a single hard thrust, tearing through my membrane. I scream with the surprise and pain. My lover holds himself in that position until I begin to relax around his member. He begins to move slowly, pushing all the way in and out of me, and I begin to moan again from the delicious sensations. I push my hips back against him, trying to get him even deeper into me. He quickens the pace, moving harder and faster as I moan again with each movement of his hips. He�s gripping both of my hips now, plunging in and out of my body, and I begin to reach a sensation I�ve never felt before. Losing all semblance of control, I scream out his name, my inner muscles convulsing around his member. He thrusts into me harder, howling his passion as he spills his seed deep into my body. He moves in and out of me a few more times, then rolls us over until we�re lying on our sides, his arms still around me.�
She turned to look closely at him, seeing the beads of sweat on his skin as he struggled to retain his self-control and not take her by force again. �Did you like the story?� she asked, licking at the tip of his twitching arousal, tasting herself on him and trembling with renewed desire. She released him from her grasp, moving slightly away from him and positioning herself on her hands and knees. She lowered her head until her hair brushed the floor, and waited.
Though no great intellect in the usual sense of the word, he knew a blatant invitation when he saw it. He was behind her in a flash, grabbing her hips and pushing himself into her dripping channel. He loved this position--it gave him more friction than any other he had ever experienced. He pulled nearly all the way out of her before slamming back in again. Far beyond reason, he pounded his member in and out of her, groaning deeply with each movement. He was so close to his release that he didn�t see how he would be able to give her the satisfaction she needed as well. Reaching around her body, he dragged his claws lightly across her fleshy lips before rubbing his fingers rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerve fibers above her entrance. She stiffened at his touch, crying out with the force of her orgasm. As her inner muscles clamped down around his arousal, he threw back his head and screamed as she milked the seed from his member.
Rolling them over without pulling himself from her body, he whispered, �That was--was --�
She smiled into the bedding. �I think you liked my little story.�
He smirked as he licked at the mark on her shoulder, making her shiver again with the passion they had just shared. �I think you�re right.�
By now it was nearly daylight, and time to get a start on the day�s work. The first order of business--after a quick meal of instant ramen, of course--would be a good scrub in the hot spring. Despite their continual desire for each other, they decided that they would bathe separately this morning, as any other option would lead to activities that--though undeniably pleasurable--would have made accomplishing any real work impossible.
It seemed that being in heat was easier to manage than the hanyou had thought, as long as they took regular breaks for the soft kisses and gentle touches that kept them alert and aroused, but not desperate for their release. During the course of that day, they managed to assemble the aluminum slats and glass panels into a small but practical greenhouse, plant the small fruit orchard near the bathing pool, place a small post and rail fence around the vegetable garden, plant their grape vines along that fence, and plant the rose bushes against the rock face that formed the exterior of their home. The warm-weather plants like peppers and tomatoes were placed inside the greenhouse, while lettuce, cabbage, broccoli, peas, carrots, and onions were planted in the still-chilly soil.
After that, it was necessary to clean up again. This time, however, there was no need for them to avoid each other. Although they had taken frequent breaks for what people in her time referred to as �making out,� they were still left essentially unsatisfied with that level of contact.
After scrubbing the dirt and sweat from their skins, the pair sat in the hot spring, soaking away the tightness in muscles not used to farming chores. The woman sank into the water up to her chin, sighing in the satisfaction of having accomplished so much. Of course, the fact that what they were building was for themselves and their future family provided plenty of incentive. She moved until she was sitting against her mate, thighs and hips firmly against each other. In what was rapidly becoming a reflex action, he reached an arm around her to pull her even tighter against his body. Her scent seemed to reach into him, wrapping him in an almost painful cloud of desire. He groaned at the sensations her nearness was igniting in him, running his hands over her body at will.
He brought her around to face him, his member pinned between their bodies, and kissed her with a rough passion that left her with absolutely no doubt about what was on his mind. She moaned against his lips, rubbing herself against him in a shameless attempt to make him feel her desperation. He stood up, lifting her easily, and her legs went around his waist, pressing his arousal deliciously against her entrance. He moved them deeper into the pool, resting her back against a large rocky protrusion that sloped up from the middle of the water. In that position, half out of the water, leaning back against the rock with her eyes half closed and wet strands of hair plastered to her face and body, she looked to him like some wild water goddess sent to seduce him.
Bending his head to her, he took first one nipple then the other between his lips, his velvety tongue swirling around the erect peaks until she moaned in delight. After the heat of the water, his mouth almost seemed cool on her skin--a very different sensation than she was used to. Fighting to retain some presence of mind, she reached down between their bodies, rubbing lightly at his rigid member as his moans of pleasure joined her own.
Planting his feet firmly on the bottom of the pool, he raised her knees, holding them apart while he brought her sharply down onto his arousal. She shrieked at the sensation of his heat entering her, clutching at his shoulders to help maintain their balance. She could feel the rough stone behind her pressing into the scars on her back, intensifying the pleasure she received from her mate. Using the rock behind her to support her, he thrust into her again and again, feeling her building to a wrenching climax as this position forced his member to rub against her most sensitive spot with every motion.
As he looked at her, eyes rolling back as her head thrashed in her ecstasy, he prayed to every god he had ever heard of that he would be able to hold on long enough to bring her to the kind of massive orgasm that seemed to be on the way. He shifted his grip on her, digging his claws lightly into her nether cheeks as he whispered, �You know, love, we�ll have to be more discreet once the others move out here.�
She was panting from her pleasure, but still managed to force the words out. �I�don�t care�If they don�t�have any�thing better�to so�let them�watch�.�
Although by nature an intensely private individual, he moaned at the images conjured up by her desperate plea for release. Dropping his head forward, he nibbled delicately at her throat as he brought her down even harder on his arousal, once�twice�.
On the third stroke he felt her inner muscles clench around his length like a fist as she screamed in pleasure. He continued to push into her even harder as he reached his own release, screaming along with her as she stripped him of his seed yet again. Something told him that she was not yet finished, so he slipped himself from her body, turned her around so that she was leaning forward over the rock, and rammed his still-rigid member into her from behind.
Leaning forward, he wrapped her arms around the stony surface, whispering, �Hold on, love, it�s going to be quite a ride.� He pounded in and out of her, holding her in position with one hand on her hip while the other dragged teasing claws over the marks he had left on her shoulders. Leaning forward, he licked at the scars, listening to her gasps and moans as he pleasured her. Finally, his knees threatened to give out from under him, and he reached around to vigorously massage the bundle of nerve fibers located just above her entrance. She stiffened against him, pushing her hips back to impale herself even deeper, as he leaned forward and grated out, �Now, love, scream for me. Scream with all of your passion and desire.�
The combination of his pounding member, massaging fingers, and encouraging words was too much for her. She stiffened, her head snapping back, as her muscles tightened around him, bringing forth a rough groan from him and yet another burst of seed from his aching loins while a scream of raw animal lust was torn from her throat.
He eased himself slowly from her channel, soothing her with soft touches and feather-light kisses. He carried her nearly unconscious form back to the ledge where they had been sitting only a short time before. Holding her in his lap, he brushed the hair away from her face, watching as her eyes struggled to focus on him.
He lightly stroked her skin, bending to brush his lips against her ear. �Didn�t I tell you, love? I told you I would make you scream in pleasure over and over. And,� he continued, carefully lifting her from the steaming water and carrying her to the cave where he placed her gently on the fur rug in the main room, �I plan to be doing this for the rest of our lives.�
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Worth Waiting For