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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      InuYasha_-_A_Feudal_Fairy_Tale
  Relationship:
      Higurashi_Kagome/InuYasha
  Character:
      InuYasha_(InuYasha), Higurashi_Kagome, Kouga_(InuYasha), Hojo_(InuYasha),
      Miroku_(InuYasha)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-21 Words: 8551
****** Prurience ******
by TheMondayChild
Summary
     Hot for teacher.
Notes
     The first story of Shot Week, my dear hearts! Prepare yourself for
     all the naughty, nasty, and downright evil things I will share with
     you. Keep in mind that these are mostly just half-baked ideas that in
     my opinion wouldn't make a good full story or proper one-shot due to
     my lack of interest and talent. There's absolutely NO editing here so
     it's very raw and very awkward. I'd kind of like to make this an
     annual thing since I have a lot of those kinds of ideas.
     This one shot best enjoyed with: A Feeling Like This by Blouse.
"Inuyasha Taisho."
"Here."
The teacher continued with roll call, going down the list. Inuyasha tuned it
out, concentrating only on the sound of her voice and not the words, staring at
her glossed and kissable pink lips as they formed each vowel and consonant. He
sighed, knowing he had it bad. Miss Higurashi was the hottest chick in school,
but also ten years older than he was. He had known from the start that he
didn't have a chance, but that didn't stop him from staring at her, fantasizing
about what those lips could do, wanting her, lusting after her, even loving
her.
Class dragged on. Sometimes he wondered if anyone else realized her appeal. Of
course they realized her sex appeal, but he doubted a single other boy in the
class full of sixteen-year-olds had even looked her in the eye. And she had
very nice eyes. Blue one day, gray the next. The girls all loved her, since she
was young and funny and smart and sweet and understanding. They came to her
with their problems, making her an unofficial counselor. She stayed late every
single day, talking to anyone who needed her. She was just kind like that.
Finally, the bell. He grabbed his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder.
History, Miss Higurashi's class, was his last class of the day. She had worn a
very low-cut white top and he swore he could see the outline of her areolas
whenever she walked into the light. It was going to be another one of those
days where he got home, ran to his room, dropped trou, and just freaking jerked
it until he came all over his hand like a fucking middle school kid.
"Inuyasha?"
He froze, not daring to believe she had been the one to say his name. But she
had. He looked at her questioningly, trying to keep his cool.
"I'd like to have a word with you, if you have the time."
"Of course," he croaked, following it up with a cough.
Soon enough, they were alone in the room, the other students happily talking to
one another about their weekend plans, the ones who had wanted to speak with
the teacher dismissed with a cheery wave of her hand. Miss Higurashi pulled a
chair in front of her desk and motioned for him to sit there. Desperately, he
concentrated on keeping eye contact with her. Sure, he had criticized the other
guys, but when he was this close to her it was hard to keep from checking her
out.
"History's not your favorite subject, is it, Inuyasha?" she said, straightening
a pile of papers on her desk.
"Er, not exactly." He liked math and lunch. That was about it. "How'd you know,
Miss Higurashi?"
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Please, call me Kagome."
"Yes," he breathed, immediately blushing. Why'd he have to be so lame?!
"To answer your question, I noticed you were daydreaming quite a bit. A lot of
students choose the back row because they think that they can get away with
something like that, but I keep my eye on all of you."
"Uh, sorry about that…"
"I don't take it personally, Inuyasha," she sighed, sitting on her desk
directly in front of him. "I noticed you still watch me quite a lot, even if
you aren't exactly the best listener."
For a second, he swore his heart stopped beating.
"Yes," she continued, leaning so her cleavage was practically in his face. "You
like to watch me, huh, Inuyasha? Like to think about what you'd do to me if you
had the chance."
"U-uh, s-s-sor-sorry—"
"Pretending that I'm the one touching your cock instead of you, wondering
exactly what my tits look like," she went on, her voice changing from her usual
chipper tone to something velvet and dripping with sex. "Are you a virgin?"
Something told him she already knew the answer, but he said it anyway. "…No."
She shrugged. "Too bad. I just love virgins."
"Wait!" he nearly shouted. "I-I'm—I never, uh, yeah."
"So you've never been with anyone?" she asked, the smirk on her face positively
evil.
He nodded, both ashamed and aroused.
"Good."
Miss Higurashi, or Kagome, rather, hiked up her black pencil skirt and
straddled his lap. Inuyasha didn't know what to do with his hands at first, but
she quickly solved his problem by placing both of them on her chest.
"H-hi," he stuttered, belatedly realizing how incredibly stupid he sounded.
She smiled genuinely, and he felt better when he realized there was no mockery
behind it. "Hello to you, too. Go ahead and grab. Go on!"
Emboldened by her coaxing, he lightly squeezed, almost groaning aloud at the
feeling of her flesh in his palms. She was wearing a bra but it was thin, he
could feel the lace scrape his palms through her barely-there t-shirt. Now that
he was touching her, he still didn't know what to do, what was okay. Inuyasha
had seen more than his fair share of pornography, but he knew that wasn't how
things worked in the real world, even though this situation was definitely
something out of precisely 99.9% of dirty movies he'd seen since the school
year started. He wasn't sure if he should tell her that he loved her and kiss
her lips like in a Disney movie or rip her shirt off and make her suck him off
à la Horny Homeroom Hoes 9. It was all quite confusing.
Thankfully, Kagome took the lead. It occurred to him that that had been her
intention from the start and she had only let him touch her how he wanted just
to make him a little more comfortable. Slowly, she brought her lips to his,
pressing them together for a few seconds before drawing back again. Opening his
eyes, not aware that he had closed them, he licked his lips and tasted cotton
candy. Lip gloss. She moaned and kissed him again, this time much more
passionately. Never having been kissed before (he didn't count the spin the
bottle game in fifth grade where he was made to kiss the special ed. girl), he
just went with it, eventually feeling brave enough to have his tongue venture
into her mouth. Making a delighted sound, she cupped his face, which for some
reason made him blush. Her thumbs stroked his cheeks and she lightly sucked his
lower lip, releasing it before he had fully realized what had happened.
"That's enough of that," she said softly just as he was sure he was going to
embarrass himself and cum in his pants.
Evacuating his lap, Kagome stood between his legs, a small, sexy smile on her
face. Inuyasha felt like a country bumpkin in Times Square. Slowly, she brought
her hands up to where her shirt was tucked in and slid it out of the waist band
of her skirt, dragging it up along her skin and teasing him with a glimpse of
perfectly pale unblemished flesh. After what seemed like forever, she bared her
full breasts to him, barely contained in her white mesh lace bra, and rid
herself of her shirt completely, flinging it without looking to the center of
her desk. Inuyasha was breathing hard, more erect than he had ever been.
Tilting her head back, his favorite teacher closed her eyes and massaged her
breasts through her bra, cupping and squeezing them before trailing her fingers
lightly around her left nipple but never touching it directly, letting him see
it grow and darken.
"This is what you do to me," she sighed, and his eyes went back to her face,
connecting with her molten gaze. "I've wanted you ever since you started here.
So sexy…" Kagome trailed off and bit her lip, finally allowing herself to touch
her nipple, barely brushing the tip of her finger across it.
Inuyasha, with confidence gained by the confession that she had apparently
wanted to fuck him for two whole years, spoke up.
"I think I can help you," he said slyly, eyeing her breasts.
She smiled at him and unclipped her bra, flinging it behind her where it landed
directly on top of her shirt. Without a word, she placed her hands on his
shoulders, causing her breasts to touch his face. Again, he was unsure, and
driven a little crazy with lust, he rubbed his face against them, his tongue
licking the entirety of the gorgeous globes, saving the nipples for last, just
as she had done. She was cupping his face, shoving herself onto it, rubbing
against any part of him that she could reach. He heard a noise which turned out
to be his zipper being undone and felt her take him out of his underwear, pump
him in her hand. Growling, he bit her nipple gently, getting a small cry from
her. As she fondled his sack, he pointed his tongue and flicked it repeatedly
against one nipple before sucking it into his mouth, moaning and pulling on it
with his lips, worshipping her. To his surprise and disappointment, she pulled
away from him.
Laughing at his dismayed look, she said raggedly, "Mama will let you play again
later, baby. Any more of your pretty mouth and I'd have fucked you here and
now, but we'll do that another time."
He wanted to say thank you for the pretty mouth compliment and ask why they
couldn't fuck today, but then her mouth enveloped his cock and he let out a
strangled shout at the feeling. She was sucking him in, licking him as she did
so. Bobbing her head up until her mouth was only around the tip, strands of
spit dripped down and trailed all the way down to the base of his penis. Not
sure of proper blowjob etiquette, he decided to just let her do what she wanted
to do and tried his hardest not to move, not to upset her. His claws dug into
the plastic of the chair and stayed there. Opening his eyes, not realizing he
had ever closed them, he looked down to see Kagome with one hand moving
frantically between her legs and another teasing her nipple, her eyes closed in
rapturous concentration as she sucked him. The sight pierced Inuyasha was a
lust so strong that his stomach hurt for a good few seconds and he came,
groaning her name.
Kagome swallowed it all, drinking his cum down like it was a contest and she
was the reigning champion. He didn't know if she had had an orgasm as well, but
her hand was no longer between her legs, both of them resting on his knees and
idly caressing them in little circles.
As she put her shirt on, tucking her bra in her tote bag, he finally regained
his ability to speak.
"T-thank you, Miss Higurashi!" he stuttered, discreetly trying to yank his
claws from where they were imbedded in the chair.
She smiled at him. "It's Kagome, Inuyasha. After school, we're friends. Now I
hope you can find it in yourself to pay attention in my class a little more.
You're adorable, but I prefer my boys to be a bit more intellectually inclined
than you are right now."
Inuyasha nodded eagerly, his hands now free. "I'll work hard, Kagome."
She walked over to him, tote bag in her hand, and patted his head, fingers
brushing against an ear in such a way that he felt a shiver run up and down his
spine.
"Good boy," she murmured. "Meet me tomorrow after class and I'll have you join
my club. You'll need at least a 3.5 to stay in it, though."
He waited five minutes after she left, not quite believing that his insanely
hot teacher had just blown him and let him suck on her tits after they had had
no interaction besides roll call the entire two months they'd known each other.
A grin on his face, he went straight home, where he studied history for five
hours, an erection persistently popping up every so often. He hoped he hadn't
developed one of those Pavlov's dog things that would make him cum in his pants
every time someone mentioned the Magna Carta. Inuyasha went to sleep with a
smile on his face and dreamt of her, so drunk in love and so naïve.
O\o/O
"Inuyasha Taisho."
"Here!"
Kagome just moved on, not paying him any special attention, nothing in her
voice or posture indicating that the intimate time they had spent together the
afternoon before was anything more than another wet dream. Disappointed and a
little hurt, he slumped in his seat and spent the entirety of class doodling in
his notebook and stealing glances at Kagome to see if she was looking at him. A
few times, he thought he had caught her staring, but then she went to help the
girl two seats in front of him, the quiet one named Kikyo, and he realized she
was just helping the struggling like she always did. Petulantly blowing the
bangs hanging in his eyes, he glared at her, willing her to come over to his
desk and lean over him with her low-cut, clinging sweater dress like she was
doing to every other kid but him. After a long discussion on the importance of
the Catholic church in medieval Europe, the bell rang and the room cleared out.
He was going to go with the rest of his peers, but Kagome smilingly apologized
to the students crowding around her desk and he lingered just outside the door,
wanting to see if she'd call him to her again.
She didn't.
What she did do, however, was exit the classroom, giving him a heavily lidded
look that drew him to her, making it impossible for him to do anything but
stumblingly follow after her, his usual supernatural grace disappearing
completely due to the swing of her hips. He followed her through rapidly
depleting hallways, not noticing if and when he shoved someone or stepped on
their feet. Every so often she'd take a look back and smile at him excitedly
before whipping her head back around, reminding him of a little girl. His heart
softened and a mushy grin made its way onto his face, something that seemed
perfectly natural now when before he had always made sure to appear perpetually
sullen and bored.
"Here we are!" Kagome trilled, entering the music room. "Home sweet home!"
Inuyasha finally regained some of his thought processes after he too entered
the room and realized that there were more people than just him and Kagome this
afternoon. She had mentioned a club, something he dimly remembered, at the time
being more focused on absorbing the fact that his teacher had given him his
first sexual experience. He recognized the other students, too, having had at
least one class with each of them since the beginning of high school. All of
them were honor students, the kind of kids he had laughed at and openly mocked,
complete nerds. Miroku, a creepy virgin pervert that all the girls despised on
sight and wanted to murder when he inevitably groped them. Koga, an
overachieving jock who was so perfect that everyone on each of his sport's
teams hated him, and the sentiment was shared by his fellow debate team
members, chess club members, Young Leaders of Tomorrow members, Mathematics
club members, and all the teachers. Hojo, a whiny little antisocial wuss with
watery eyes who had nothing else to do besides study. And him. Sure, he had
been awkward with her before, but that was because beautiful older women always
made him nervous. And he didn't really have friends, but that was mostly due to
the fact that he was something of a bully and detested most other people.
What kind of club did Kagome think he would be able to fit into?
Looking around with a raised brow and an expression full of contempt, Inuyasha
said, "I'm not a fan of the show, but if you're thinking of starting a glee
club full of fuckin' misfits, count me out."
Kagome laughed, the sound musical and bright. "It's not that kind of club,
Inuyasha. The school doesn't know about this club. And I think you're just what
we need."
Her hands clasped his shoulders as she finished speaking, and she kissed him
hungrily on the mouth, right in front of the other students. He moaned in half-
hearted protest, but soon forgot they were even there. Kagome unbuttoned his
shirt, her manicured nails tickling every new inch of exposed flesh, making him
stand at attention before she was even halfway done. When the shirt was open,
she started on his pants, dragging them down his legs along with his boxers and
he shrugged out of his button-up, only remembering that they had an audience
when he felt a warm body press itself into his back.
That wasn't right. Kagome was in front of him, small hands stroking his
erection. And Kagome most definitely did not have a large, throbbing penis.
Letting out a scream a little too high to be considered manly, Inuyasha jumped
away from the most uncomfortable sandwich ever, staring in shock at the
matching perturbed expressions on Kagome and Miroku's faces, a very much naked
Miroku. His eyes went down to his fellow student's junk, widening when they
observed how very primed he was, how eager to finish what he had attempted to
start.
"Get back over here, Inuyasha," Kagome demanded, a slightly angry pout making
him almost obey.
"Nuh-uh," he responded, shaking his head from side to side. "What the fuck is
this?!"
Kagome sighed, rolling her baby blue eyes. "A sex club. That should be obvious
right now. Are you in or out?"
He was about to run when Hojo, also naked, took his mouth away from where it
had been sucking Koga and said, "It's not bad. Trust me. Miss Higurashi is
amazing! I never even thought I'd get laid in high school, and I definitely
never considered guys. You should just try it out."
And then he promptly went back to blowing Koga, who moaned and bucked his hips,
his hand forcing Hojo's head lower until his features were completely obscured
by the wolf demon's bush.
"It's not a romantic thing, Inuyasha," Kagome explained, quickly taking her
dress off, leaving her body completely bare and beautifully shameless. "Just
think of it as using another person to masturbate. It feels better than going
solo, and, to be frank, a guy can do what I did to you yesterday a whole lot
better than any woman."
He was hard. It was embarrassing. Hojo's wet sucking sounds and the scent of
Kagome's dripping pussy were making it hard to remember why this would be such
a bad thing. It wasn't like there were going to be any commitments, and none of
them would tell. All of them seemed to enjoy themselves, and he knew the other
guys liked girls. And he did too. He was sure he would have never even
considered it for a moment if one of the guys in the club was a confirmed
fairy, which was weird but just felt right to him. He loved Kagome, and if his
only chance at being with her was to be with a few other guys as well, then
heck, he'd at least give it a go.
Some part of him breaking in a way that he knew would only hurt more later on,
he nodded, trying not to cry. Kagome beamed at him and opened her arms, which
he nearly ran into. They simply hugged. He was taller than her, bigger than her
all around, but at that moment felt so small. She was soft and she was lovely
and she smelled like the future, his future. He would do anything for her, no
matter what.
Their kiss was soft, full of promises on his part, welcome and gratitude and
gladness on hers, and it wasn't long before he was completely hard again, his
cock begging to get inside her. The slight disgust he felt at the situation
also made him a bit more turned on, and now that he knew the sight of dudes
getting it on with other dudes drove her wild, he wanted to be a part of that,
a part of her greatest desire. Without being prompted, he grabbed Miroku by his
rat tail, roughly yanking on it until he stumbled and fell to his knees.
Inuyasha grabbed his own dick and blindly, eyes still closed and still kissing
Kagome, poked his member around the other boy's face, slapping when what he was
sure were the lips didn't open up immediately. An almost silent exasperated
sigh came from down below and then his cock was in another male's hot, wet
mouth.
Groaning into the kiss, he kept one hand on the pervert's thick head of hair,
using it to move him and thereby fuck his mouth, and the other on Kagome's
plump breast, her hard nipple poking his palm. Miroku moaned and began to play
with his balls, tugging on them and rolling them. He knew just what he needed
to cum, and bent his head, taking Kagome's red nipple into his mouth and
sucking, opening it a little wider to take in all of her areola as well, the
soft, slick skin driving him to pump his hips all the harder, Miroku's choked
noises and frantic attempts at trying to separate himself finally doing the
deed. He came an impressive amount, and although he'd admit the blow job had
been better than what Kagome had done, he would have rather had her.
And then they were switching, Kagome moving to lick the cum off of Koga's dick.
Inuyasha suddenly felt embarrassed and didn't know what to do. He looked down
at Miroku, who glared at him.
"That was a fucked up stunt you just pulled, man!" he said, spitting some cum
onto the floor.
He snorted. "Fucked up? How is anything fucked up in this 'club'?"
Miroku rolled his eyes. "You can't pull that shit on a human, fucker. Koga
might be insufferable, but at least he knows how to be gentle."
"You've really got to be careful," Hojo chimed in unhelpfully, his big eyes
anxious.
"Like I give a fuck what you faggots think," he dismissed, glancing over at
Kagome who was now fingering herself and watching Koga jack himself off.
"Look, we didn't say anything when you walked in here, but let me make this
clear right now," Miroku said poisonously, jabbing a finger in his chest. "We
know you're a bully, a complete fuckin' asshole. Believe us, we know."
"You've been beating me weekly since seventh grade," Hojo said. Inuyasha
quirked a brow, not remembering him that way. He had a lot of victims and they
were all the same to him.
Miroku continued, "This club was supposed to be for us good students to blow
off some steam, to get rewarded, to have someone who actually cares. We know
Miss Higurashi has needs, and we can understand her desire for a typical 'bad
boy', but you can't be that guy with us."
"Or what?" he asked with a laugh.
"This."
Miroku shoved him and it took him by surprise, causing him to fall to the
floor. Growling, he was about to get up when Hojo placed a dirty bare foot on
his chest.
"You start a fight, you get banned," he said smugly. "No exceptions."
He narrowed his eyes. So the little fuckers were trying to provoke him. He'd
show them. He'd be the last one standing. Hojo and Miroku glanced at each
other, surprised looks on their faces which soon changed to something devilish.
Inuyasha gulped, readying himself for anything.
But not for what happened.
Miroku jumped on him, and he reflexively turned over, fist already clenched and
ready to punch the guy beneath him when he felt another weight on his back and
also remembered the "no fighting" rule. Clenching his teeth, he slowly uncurled
his fist and brought his hand down beside Miroku's shoulder. Hojo was on his
back, his arms loosely wrapped around his neck. Inuyasha was about to yell at
them and ask what the fuck they thought they were doing when their intentions
in the form of Hojo's erection grinding onto his naked ass made it clear.
They wanted to fuck.
Well, not fuck. They were expecting him to pussy out and freak, leaving them
and Kagome forever. But they had underestimated him. He grinned and pressed
back against Hojo, wiggling his ass invitingly. He would do anything,
anyfuckingthing to keep Kagome. Leaning lower, he stimulated himself using
Miroku's soft abdomen. The look on his face was priceless. Soon, all three of
them were erect, but they still danced around the issue, none of them
particularly fond of each other. The length of Hojo's cock was rubbing up and
down his ass crack, the head sometimes grazing against his puckered hole,
making the ring of muscle clench in anticipation. Meanwhile, he did the same to
Miroku, dragging his cock up and down, up and down, throwing in a nipple tease
with his claw.
Finally, at some unspoken signal, Inuyasha wedged his cock into Miroku,
ignoring the sharp, pained cry and pushing further, further until there was
nothing left to push. Hojo followed suit and Inuyasha grit his teeth in pain,
not making a sound, not wanting to appear weak. His resolution intensified when
Kagome appeared in his sight, settling down directly in front of their pile
with an intense expression on her face. She slid down until she sat on the
floor in front of them and spread her legs, using her first two fingers to
tease herself. Koga tried to kneel in front of her but she shooed him away, and
he made himself comfortable at her side, sucking on the fat, red nipples
Inuyasha was currently drooling over even as his ass was jammed full of a
surprisingly well-endowed Hojo and his own cock was buried inside the guy he
had always assumed was a rapist.
Hojo began to pump, his perpetually moist hands gripping his hips. Inuyasha
moaned aloud unintentionally; it felt good now. He fucked Miroku, who kept his
eyes on his own cock and jerked it himself. Without any of them saying
anything, he knew they were in a competition. The one who came first would be
the weak one, the loser. And it wasn't going to be him, however surprisingly
good a dick stimulating his prostate felt. Playing dirty, Inuyasha squeezed his
inner muscles and rolled his hips, causing both his opponents to gasp aloud.
But he was edging closer and closer to orgasm. Miroku was so tight and warm
around him and that feeling in his ass was beyond description. He was sweating,
beads dripping down his face and tickling him. He needed one or both of them to
cum, and he needed them to do it now. Desperate, he reached down and grabbed
Miroku's cock, fisting it and rubbing the head with his thumb, sliding down to
the base and tugging on his balls. It did the trick. Miroku sprayed white,
thick semen all over the place. Finally, he could concentrate all his power on
Hojo. Working like the whores he had seen in various porn movies, he hammered
his ass against the other boy, fucking him back even as he was fucked. Hojo
never stood a chance. Letting out a strangled cry, he came into Inuyasha's ass,
leaving the half-demon free to finally cum, which he did while looking into
Kagome's eyes.
"That was so hot," Kagome moaned, and Inuyasha smiled, hardly feeling Hojo wipe
him with a damp cloth and lick some leftover sperm off his cock. "You think you
can go again?"
The mere suggestion made him fully hard and he started toward Kagome who was
spreading her legs and leaning back, her sparkling eyes inviting him to hold
her, love her, fuck her. Scrambling onto her in his hurry, he eagerly pressed
his lips to hers, seeking her warmth with his own, trying to forget what he had
just done in order to get to where he was now. Her hands ran up and down his
back and she held him as he entered her. His eyes closed and he remembered to
massage her breasts, playing with her nipple as he continued their kiss, trying
to tell her everything he wasn't sure he could put into words and still have
sound right. Tears threatened to spill and he shut his eyes harder, not wanting
to be so revealing of his inner self in front of anyone other than her. Her
light touch was almost maternal as he pumped into her, losing his virginity
(what just happened didn't count) to his first love the way so many boys only
fantasized about. Inuyasha strained to please his teacher, desperately trying
to remember all the sex tips he'd searched online. Keeping one hand on her
breast, fingers brushing against her nipple, he took the other and put it where
they were joined, searching for her clitoris. Finding what he thought it was,
he rubbed in small, quick circles, smiling when she dragged her fingers down
his back and cried out. She hadn't cum yet, but she was close, so close. But so
was he. Trying so hard it felt like he was going to spontaneously combust from
the effort of holding back and all his multi-tasking on her body, Kagome
finally let out a high-pithed wail and came around him, clenching and gushing,
her arms wrapped around him. Groaning in relief, he let himself go, calling out
her name and emptying everything he had into her still spasming cunt. They
stayed connected as they calmed, still breathing hard, and Inuyasha contentedly
lay his head on her chest, all previous bitterness and anger gone. He had been
forgiven. He was perfect within her perfection.
"Why does he get to call you 'Kagome'?" asked a snotty voice, ruining their
moment.
Kagome sighed in exasperation, not able to get up since he was still on top of
her and had no intention of moving.
"Inuyasha is allowed. He's different from the rest of you."
Koga clenched his fists and sent Inuyasha a murderous glare, which surprised
him by making him feel a little taken aback. He didn't know the guy, but he was
sure he could kick his ass if it ever came to that. Then Kagome's comment hit
him full-force and he swelled again inside her, his love for her nearly
overwhelming him in its swift intensity. Feeling his reaction, Kagome laughed
and wiggled away from him, pushing away his grabbing hands. The sense of panic
and dread as he exited her took his breath away. He needed her, needed her.
Koga was looking at him somewhat triumphantly, his arms crossed. Inuyasha
itched to just tear apart his classically handsome features with his claws.
"Inuyasha isn't like the rest of you, Koga," she said softly, a hand on his
shoulder. "He also needs a place of release, but in addition to that he needs
encouragement to be able to reach his full potential, and I have a feeling that
when he does, he'll surpass all of us." She sent a soft smile his way and that
lustful ache rippled through him in response.
"Whatever," he said dismissively.
It seemed obvious to everyone that the meeting was over, and Kagome went about
putting her dress back on. Inuyasha smiled internally at the fact that his cum
was still inside her and between her legs, wondering if she would touch herself
later on during the night and feel him, think of him. He knew he'd be doing
that, keeping the image of her, of how she looked as he rammed into her, how
she tasted, how she felt. He'd never be satisfied by anyone or anything else
again.
O\o/O
Inuyasha's grades skyrocketed, particularly in history. The school year ended
and the summer was the worst time of his life. Kagome insisted on not seeing
any of her students, even her club members, during the summertime. She had
explained to him once after he tearfully begged her to at least call him that
summer was her time to reflect, to order her thoughts and feelings. He had
eaten her out, her sitting on his face while he was sucked off by Hojo and
fucked by Koga, but not even that had convinced her, and that was her favorite
thing for them to do together. His senior year approached at a snail's pace and
he developed insomnia, phantom touches on his skin, memories of Kagome's sultry
whispers making his ears twitch incessantly. It was then he knew he had to have
her forever, needed her forever. He stopped lazing about at home and, to his
parents' eternal surprise, got a job, and then another, and then another,
working them all simultaneously. All with the intention of saving up enough
money to buy a ring and propose to her on his eighteenth birthday.
Ecstatic, even though he no longer had Kagome as a teacher, Inuyasha
impatiently went through the first day of classes during his senior year, not
able to stop looking at his watch as he waited for that final bell to ring so
he could be free and go to the club. Hojo and Miroku had already graduated,
Hojo going on to the Ivy league and Miroku getting a full ride at state,
claiming he wanted to stay close to home. It would just be him and Koga, which
he tried not to have a problem with, but he just hated the guy so much. It was
obvious he thought he was in love with Kagome, thought he was actual
competition. Inuyasha wanted to laugh. When it came down to it, he wouldn't be
there for her, wouldn't devote himself to her, adore her like he would. The
wolf just wasn't capable.
Making a valiant attempt at whistling aloud while still smiling, Inuyasha swung
open the door to the music room, expecting maybe a new member or two, but
certainly not Koga on top of Kagome, furiously thrusting into her from behind
as she cried and tried to scream, all her noises muffled by the gag in her
mouth. Blind rage filled him and he pulled him off and out of her by his long
ponytail, hitting him everywhere he could, not caring when he got hit back,
hearing his hand break but not feeling it and just putting double the power
into his other arm.
He didn't kill him. That would have taken too long, and Kagome needed him.
Instead, he just crippled him, and even though it was temporary, it was one of
the sweetest moments of his life, right after every memory involving Kagome.
Before the bastard could heal, Inuyasha ran to Kagome, collecting her naked
body in his arms, cradling her to him. He ran to his car, his heart breaking
with each sob she let out. He couldn't look at her face, didn't want to see
rejection, fear.
"Hospital?" he asked, eyes on the steering wheel.
"H-home," she blubbered. "The apartments on Traverse. I'm number 51."
Inuyasha drove to where she had requested, again carrying her all the way to
the fifth floor and to her door, opening the door that she had told him
repeatedly she always kept unlocked, glad that she knew all the neighbors and
proud she lived in such a safe building. Never having been to her apartment
before, he stared a bit before entering, noting the plain but pretty furniture
and lack of anything with a personal feel. How could she breathe in such a
place? He set her down on her bed, the puffy pink comforter seeming excessively
girlish for a woman like her. It made his heart clench.
"Should I call the police? I'd be your witness, I'll tell them what I saw."
"Look at me!" she screamed, startling him into doing just that. Her eyes were
red and tortured, her hair uncharacteristically messy from where Koga had been
keeping a grip on it. Her lovely blue-gray eyes teared up even more and she
covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry. You don't have to look at me if
you don't want to. You're disgusted, I know."
The deep sob that escaped her brought tears to his own eyes.
"Kagome!" he protested, his voice cracking. Inuyasha gently grabbed her wrists
and held them as best he could with one almost completely broken hand, lovingly
examining her face. "I could never be disgusted with you. Every moment I've
spent with you is something I treasure. You saved me, you made me into
something."
She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. He had never seen
her so fragile, so anything but calm and in control. Unconsciously, he bared
his teeth. He should have murdered that fucker.
After a while, her sobs turned to sniffles and she looked up at him. "Don't say
anything, Inuyasha. Koga has a bright future and he doesn't need to be held
back by something like this. I made him angry, that's all. I should have seen
it coming."
Inuyasha became angry himself, not sure if it was at her or the man who had
hurt her. "Fuck, what could you possibly fucking say that would make him angry
enough to do something so terrible?!"
"I told him that I had thought it over and I no longer wanted the club to
continue."
Everything inside of him froze. "W-why?"
Kagome sighed. "It no longer appeals to me as it once did. That's all. Nothing
to do with any of you."
"Kagome, I need you!" he cried, giving her a small shake. "I can't accept that.
I can't be who you helped me to be if I don't have you there!"
A fond expression on her tear-streaked face, she softly touched his cheek.
"Inuyasha, you're such an amazing man. You never needed me, none of you did. I
needed all of you. But I don't want that anymore."
"Why?!" he demanded again.
Kagome sighed and averted her eyes. "I began to break some rules…"
"Such as?"
"Caring. Too much."
Heart pumping like mad, he crooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head
so he could get a good look at her face, study her as he had learned how to
study text, read her. "For all of us?"
Her eyelashes, long and thick and black and wet, almost touched her cheeks, and
she looked to her side.
"For all of us?" he repeated, his voice lowering. "Or just me?"
"Inuyasha…" she started, but was unable to finish due to his lips brushing
against hers.
"You said yourself that I was special, Kagome. I don't need the club. You don't
either. We can just be with each other now, no distractions."
Their lips brushed against each other again and she moaned, her fingers coming
up to tangle in his hair. Inuyasha made sure to be gentle, soft, not wanting to
remind her of what she had just experienced. He would only ever give her love,
make her feel like a goddess. And she was his goddess. She had answered his
prayers and given him everything, even what he had not known he'd wanted. His
good hand went to her breast, lovingly caressing where before she had begged
him to bite. If she didn't know how to love, he would show her. He had so much
love stored up in him, so much tenderness, and now she was ready to have it
all.
For the first time in their lives, the physical expression of love was not just
bumping against another person repeatedly, stimulating the parts that must be
stimulated, mindlessly repeating the same actions over and over again until it
was no longer necessary. It was beautiful, and that's the only way they would
be ever able to describe it.
"Kagome," Inuyasha whispered, nearing his peak. He wanted to be poetic, to say
something no one else had ever said before, or at the very least something she
had never heard before, but words were not his talent. "Kagome, I love you.
I've always—"
"Inuyasha, shut up," she sighed, embracing him. Kagome repeated his name a few
times and they finished within mere seconds of each other, lying awake and
silently content for another hour or two before they drifted off.
O\o/O
"You don't have to say it," Inuyasha muttered as he started the car. They had
woken up late and now had to go to school together since Kagome still wasn't
feeling up to driving and she had missed the bus.
"Say what?" she said distractedly, searching through her tote bag to make sure
she had all her folders with her.
"Nothing." He sighed. At least he had told her. At least she knew.
The rest of the ride was spent in silence, with Kagome going through her lesson
plan of the day and him respecting her need to concentrate. When he pulled into
the school, there was an uncommonly large crowd of people surrounding the
entrance. He wanted to ask Kagome if there was some sort of event he didn't
know about, but her brow was furrowed and she was mouthing the words to
herself, so he thought better of it. He parked as close as he could, which was
unfortunately at the end of the lot at such a late hour, and they exited.
They were immediately swarmed by men in uniform.
Kagome's hands were forced behind her back and her head was slammed on the
trunk of his car as the burly officer cuffed her.
"Kagome Higurashi, you are under arrest for the rape of a minor…"
The officer continued, but the only thing Inuyasha could hear was the sound of
Kagome's tearful protests, the terrified look on her face. He wanted to go to
her, to free her from the handcuffs, from the overly zealous bully of a police
officer, from the gossiping crowd, from the cameras. But he couldn't. In that
moment, the only thing he could do was stare, just like everybody else. A few
people asked him what was going on, if he was the victim, but he didn't
respond, didn't even care. Kagome was pushed into the back of a police car and
driven off, the women sniggering and the men telling jokes.
She didn't deserve that.
Inuyasha got back into his car and with shaking hands started it, nearly
running into a few people before they got the idea and scattered, leaving him
with enough space to back out and get the fuck out of the place that would
forever be tainted in his mind. He had been slow to act, but he would not fail
her. He drove straight to the bank, deposited his latest check, and got right
back on the road.
O\o/O
Kagome stared at him with dull eyes.
"You bailed me out. How? Why?"
Inuyasha nodded. "I wouldn't let you suffer, Kagome. I've been working a few
jobs this summer and I made a bit of money. I gave them my brother's ID because
you have to be over eighteen to bail someone out but they didn't even glance at
it. I love you!"
She sighed and stretched out on her couch, her head in his lap. "It was Koga,"
she said, her voice sounding hoarse. Inuyasha stroked her cheek, being extra
gentle with the swelling bruise that distorted it.
"I'll kill him," he said in the same soft, soothing tone he had used to tell
her of his love.
Kagome shook her head. "No, it's okay."
There was a moment of silence, and Inuyasha started to sweat. "Uh, you know, if
you maybe married me, it could work in your defense. I mean, uh, they could be
more sympathetic if they knew there was love there and not just some mindless
release of tension."
Kagome laughed, quickly stopping. He knew that meant it hurt her facial
muscles. She sat up with his help.
"Inuyasha, I forced you and several other under aged males under my care into a
bisexual orgy every day after school in a classroom. Don't try and tell me I
didn't hurt you. I saw the look on your face that first time and I kept going
anyway. I'm going to be going away for a while if there's any justice left in
the world."
The lack of hope and the piercing self-hatred he heard in her voice made him
angry.
"Don't think that way, dammit! I love you and I'm willing to—"
Kagome slapped him, the sound ringing in the room. All he could think about was
if her hand was hurting.
"I only wanted control!" she screamed, tears starting to fall. "I didn't care
about a single one of you. Teaching, giving advice, discussions with my fellow
teachers. I didn't care." Her voice became small and she started to shake, the
child in her face becoming more visible to him than ever before. Inuyasha
wanted to hold her but knew she would not let him. "When I was in junior high,"
she continued shakily, "my favorite teacher raped me. It went on for a while
and I didn't say anything, and soon he invited more and more men to do the same
things to me. They went too far and I knew I was going to die if I didn't do
something soon, so I told my father. He confronted them, but instead of putting
them behind bars, he began filming what they did to me and distributing the
videos, charging a lot of money."
"Kagome," he whispered, reaching out to touch her and pulling back.
"Then he started to get more physical with me at home," she continued, not
having heard him. "I knew he was going to try and do what they did, and that
would definitely be what finally destroyed me. So I told my mother. And she
told the police. Most of them are in jail. Most. My father got the biggest
sentence since he was the one selling it. The films are still circulated
internationally and I've gotten recognized multiple times. Each time it
happens, I leave." Her face hardened and her eyes focused again, coming back to
connect with his own. "And now I'm doing the same thing. I did to you what was
done to me and I can't forgive myself. I can no longer be with you as a friend
or anything else, Inuyasha. I wish I had never met you, never met any of you."
"You're just going to give up and throw it all away?!" he shouted, his previous
heart-breaking sympathy now nowhere to be found. "I changed everything about
myself to be with you and I don't regret it! But one idiot who never belonged
with you in the first place does something to shake things up and you throw me
away?!"
"It's not like that!" she said, holding out her hands pleadingly. Fear was
etched into her features. It made him angry. She was the only one who hadn't
ever been afraid to touch him, to talk to him.
Inuyasha couldn't think anymore, could hardly breathe. The world was crashing
down around him and he wanted to help destroy it for daring to do so. It was so
hot, so hellishly hot. He knew only transferring the heat could make it stop.
He had to share the fire.
Kagome didn't even scream. He supposed it was a remaining habit from back in
the days she had been so horribly tortured. In any case, she had always been a
somewhat quiet lover. It had taught him to be quiet as well in order to hear
her little moans and sighs. But he didn't hold back this time. He grunted when
he entered her, triumphantly thrusting into her unprepared sheath, punishing
her for attempting to punish herself. He wildly sucked and bit at her breasts,
and after a while she even begged him for more, screamed with him. It was one
long, continuous fucking. He couldn't stop. Hewouldn't. Kagome was right there
with him the entire time, orgasm after orgasm, pleading for him to stop and
then urging him on. It was glorious. Many hours later, when he was almost
there, he grew tired of her breasts, the white column of her neck hypnotizing
him, calling to him.
What the hell, he thought. And bit.
His roar that proclaimed he was finally satisfied was muffled by her mixed
scream of pain, relief, and pleasure.
She told him she loved him.
He left.
O\o/O
"How was college?" the distracted voice asked.
"Both better and worse than in the movies," he replied into the receiver. "But
you know that, Miroku."
"Mmmhmm."
He had kept in touch with Miroku ever since he had gone on to university,
exchanging phone calls the entire six years he had been away. They had become
good friends at some point during their time in the club, and were better
friends now that they weren't fucking each other.
"You know," Miroku said slyly. "A little birdy told me that somebody wants to
see you."
Inuyasha laughed. "I thought you got rid of Kikyo for me! Please don't tell me
Mr. Casanova has failed for the first time in history."
"Nah, she's old news," he said dismissively. "It's someone that you want to
see, too."
That could only be one person. His lungs stopped working and his feet stopped
moving, the other tired, irritated people in the airport grumbling insults at
him before stepping around him.
"…Is she… Is she mad?"
"Turn around and see for yourself."
Finally able to move again, he whipped around, and there she was, looking
exactly as she had the last time he had seen her but with the addition of a
bite mark on her neck. Inuyasha melted and then his blood felt like ice. He
hadn't spoken to her since he had left her apartment that night. Kagome just
stood there, looking beautiful in a green summer dress, completely oblivious to
the people pushing around her with their obnoxious tourist outfits and
overstuffed luggage. Abandoning his own bags on the floor, he stumbled over to
her. Her hands remained clasped in front of her, but her eyes shone and he
could feel her trembling, inside and out.
"I've been with other women," he said bluntly, his eyes boring into hers.
Her face fell.
"But!" he continued. "None of them could compare to you."
Kagome was in his arms, the world stopped spinning, and he kissed her, keeping
his eyes open so he could see what she looked like when she was being kissed by
him, and what he saw made his eyes sting. He closed them to prevent the tears
and held her harder, cradling her own wet face with all the tenderness in him.
Old habits die hard.
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