She coughed and gasped when he finally withdrew, her sleeve rising shakily to blot at her streaming eyes. Tears glittered from her lashes as he dropped down before her, the claws still in her hair hauling her toward him once again, bringing her lips forcefully to his own. He ignored her struggles to breathe, his tongue pressing insistently into her open mouth as she clung to his chest. Softly, she moaned into him, his coarse tongue rasping against hers, subduing hers, as he tasted himself within her.

But this taste–his taste–was not enough.

Growling against her, he bore her to the ground, his fingers ripping at the ties of her hakama. She choked as he stripped her roughly, the back of her hand fluttering to her swollen lips. Glancing for a moment at the slip of red fabric shielding her, he hooked his claws into it as well, her hips lifting to aid him as he pulled, the fragile bands tearing beneath his grasp nonetheless.

She whimpered, her thighs trembling as he drew them apart around him, his eyes falling at once to her bare, dripping sex. His breath caught at the heady scent of her arousal, strong and intoxicating even with her only partly exposed to his view. Lowering, he spread her apart with his thumbs, a sheen of wetness breaking beautifully between her parted lips. Braced against his bottom fang, the tip of his tongue slipped at the sight, slicing bloodily along the point.

Hungry and intent, his eyes traced her–following each ripple and fold, each dip and swell. Tender and ripe, rosy and soft, wet and tempting as the lips on her face–the final proof that the gods must have crafted her specifically for his torment. His jaw clenched, the tips of his claws biting into her thighs as the urge to devour her threatened to overwhelm him completely.

“Is…is everything okay?”

He looked at her sharply. Propped up on an elbow, she gazed down at him worriedly. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with desire despite her furrowed brow. He could see that she had mistaken his restraint for reluctance. She had no way of knowing just how exquisite she was. She had no idea, either, of what he had in store.

Eyes locked with hers, he bent his mouth to her lower lips, a sharp breath of shock escaping her at the contact. His lashes descended as he savored her taste–rich and sweet and full. His tongue slipped eagerly between her velvety folds–what he had gleaned of her from his fingers days ago now seeming like a beggar’s portion as he lapped her wetness from its teeming source. Tapping deeper into the well of her desire, he drank her in as she moaned and writhed in his hands. His low growl stilled her, his claws sliding under her, cupping and spreading her supple flesh as he raised her up and speared her on his tongue.

She cried out as he thrust into her silky heat, his nose buried in the soft thatch of fur at her apex. He scented her deeply, nudging occasionally at the bit of flesh she pressed urgently toward him on a whimper. As she had ruined him for all others, so he would ruin her.

Drawing back, he eyed the ripe red bud at her center, engorged and faintly throbbing with neglect. His gaze flicked to hers briefly before he descended, his lips molding around the firm, heated point of her need, drawing it into his mouth as she bucked and whined. His hands pinned her by the hips as he laved at her, her back arching helplessly at the relentless friction of his tongue against her.

Her pleasure was mounting, her reiki simmering beneath her skin, heating his own as he increased the pace and pressure of his attentions. Twitching fingers threaded into his hair, her muscles tensing as he delivered that harsh, final stroke that sent her over the edge at last. His name fell from her lips, his hands holding her to him as he continued to lick at her despite her whimpered protests.

Thoroughly as she had drained him, the act of pleasuring her had left him half-hard again. His claws slid across the flat, downy plane of her stomach, the heel of his hand pressing into her, approximating the depth and distance where he yearned to plant his seed. Breaking from the cleft of her thighs at last, he loomed over her, taking in the sated sprawl of her body, the soft spent cast of her expression.

Her haori was partially opened, the cups of shimmering red fabric she wore beneath it straining to conceal her. Loosening the collar of his own haori, he tugged down the contraption, her full breasts overflowing it at once–pink-tipped and perfectly round, pillowing softly beneath the hard muscle of his chest as he crushed her to him, his lips meeting hers once again. Their tongues joined within her mouth, her flavor mingling with his. Bringing their hips together as well, he pushed partly into her, a shared groan passing between them as he probed her tight wet heat–fearing now, even without taking her completely, that once would not be enough.

She panted for air as he drew back from her, his lips hovering an inch above her own. Running a firm hand along the length of her body, his eyes seized hers intently.

“You will never belong to another,” he said, pressing as far into her as his partial erection would allow. “Do you understand?”

Weakly, she nodded, her hips slanting against his, drawing him into her a fraction more. He hissed in a breath, his claws going to her throat.

“Say it,” he growled.

“…I understand,” she whispered.

Her fingers wove through his own, an uncanny glimmer surfacing in her hooded gaze. He frowned as he parted from her, straightening his disheveled clothes.

“Return to camp,” he ordered coolly. “I will join you in a while.”

Snatching up his armor, he turned from her, the expression in her eyes remaining with him long after he had left her behind.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi