Not His Chattel

Morning Visitor


Kagome turned off the shower and jumped at the shot of ice cold water that came out at the last moment, before the knob was completely rotated. Pulling back the curtain with one hand she reached out with the other and grabbed the oversized, fluffy green towel. She stayed standing in the tub as she dried off, not wanting to dribble water all over the linoleum floor. Last time she had done that she’d ended up sitting rather forcefully upon the toilet. Her soaked, long hair now safely wrapped up in the towel, she stepped out and went to stand in front of the sink. She wiped some of the steam off the mirror on the medicine cabinet. Deep brown eyes searched the pale skin of her face for any blemishes. Infrequent bathing, coupled with the stress of her travels in the feudal era, made her face break out more often than she cared for. Her mother once told her that acne went away with age, but she was eighteen now. Would she have to wait until her mid-thirties to no longer worry about a big, red dot appearing on the middle of her chin?

Satisfied that her face had decided to behave itself -for once- she took the damp towel out of her hair and wrapped it around her body. She held it tightly after opening the door, using it as a shield against the inrush of chilly air from the hall. After a quick glance to make sure her little brother wasn’t peeking from his bedroom she stepped out. Her feet soundlessly padded down the carpeting and she slipped into the room at the end of the hall. Closing the door softly behind her she flipped on the overhead light.

“Oh!” she jumped back and almost dropped the towel. Long, silvery hair dripped onto his red cloak. Strands of it clung to his face, framing his burning gold eyes. The sides of his lips turned up into a smirk. A peal of thunder rolled through the air outside.

Taking a deep breath, she carefully edged around the bed he sat upon and moved toward the wide open window. Reaching up she pulled the window closed, but not before the wind sprayed her with rain. Turning back around, using both hands to clutch at the towel she glared at him.

“What are you doing here?” she growled.

“You said I could drop by any time.” Inuyasha’s voice had a slight hoarseness.

“I didn’t mean crawl through my window at dawn!” she said this a little louder than she had intended.

The smile was gone from his face. He slid his long lean body off of the bed and took a couple steps toward her. “You want me to go, I’ll go.” The tone in his voice gave lie to his words. A shiver ran down her spine.

There was a knock on the door, and she had to suppress a yelp. His head snapped around and the hanyou glared at the door as if he could kill the person on the other side, through force of will alone.

“May I come in?” Her mother’s voice was muffled through the wood. “I think I accidentally left Souta’s bathrobe in your closet.”

“Uh, hold on!” Kagome reached out and grabbed his arm. Inuyasha glared down at her. “Get under the bed, quickly.” She said in a fierce whisper. A second passed, and then he dropped to his knees and grabbed the underside edge of her bed. He pulled himself beneath the mattress smoothly on his back. Although Mrs. Higurashi liked Inuyasha, Kagome didn’t think her mother would approve of him being in the room while she was practically naked. Kagome tried to take a step forward and promptly tripped over her math book. Falling to her knees next to the bed, her elbows landed softly on the top of the mattress. Her mother opened the door.

“Are you all right? I heard a thud.” The older woman averted her eyes to allow the girl time to re-cover her self with the towel.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just tripped over my book.” Kagome said with some exasperation. She moved to stand up, but felt the grip of strong fingers upon her knee. The girl stayed where she was.

Her mother frowned and shook her head. “I really wish you would take better care of those books, Kagome. You’ve already had to replace your history text twice.” She walked over to the closet and pulled open the door. While she slid hangers of clothes across the pole, Mrs. Higurashi continued to explain how Kagome should leave her school things with that nice older woman in the village her daughter had told her about.

The girl wasn’t listening. Kagome’s entire body was focused on the feel of hot breath upon her inner thighs. Cold, damp hair brushed the inside of her leg making her jump. Inuyasha pressed his face into the crux of her legs. A red flush bloomed over her skin. Her heart began to pound as he gently kissed her repeatedly. Small shocks of pleasure zinged through her body when his tongue flicked on the most sensitive spot. Her eyes were transfixed on her mother’s back, mouth hanging open a little in disbelief. In between each press of his lips she tried to think. Stay where she was? Or try to free her self from the grip he had now taken upon her legs, and risk her mother seeing him?

“Ah-ha!” Mrs. Higurashi pulled a powder blue robe out. She turned around and saw her daughter still crouched by her bed. Inuyasha chose that moment to slowly stroke the length of her folds with his tongue. Kagome gasped and buried her head in her arms.

“Are you sure you are all right?” her mother took a small step forward at the girl’s moan.

Kagome gasped again, struggling to take her mind off the feeling of his tongue sliding in and out of her vagina. Her heart leapt to her throat when she realized her mother was moving closer. “Ah, I-I, I’m fine!” the words finally left her mouth in a breathless rush. “I, um, would just like to really be left alone right now. Please!” She took in three quick gulps of air; he was now sucking firmly on her clitoris. Warm pressure was beginning to build in her lower abdomen.

Her mother faltered. “Are you sure?” The girl could only manage a nod. Mrs. Higurashi left the room, closing the door with a soft click. The orgasm took Kagome’s body soon after. She bit into the quilt to muffle the cries that wanted to fly from her mouth. She ground into his face, stroking herself against his tongue in rhythm with the contractions of her internal walls.

Slowly, she came back to herself. Her body shaking with a mixture of rage and aftershocks of pleasure, she pulled herself to her feet. Inuyasha came out from under the bed without a sound. His sharp white teeth shown through an evil grin as he looked back into her boiling eyes. He stuck out his tongue and made a show of licking his now fuller lips.

Anger, embarrassment and confusion warred within her. She wanted to scream at him, throw away the towel and kiss him and to punch him as hard as she could. She felt exhilarated and violated all at once. After ruling out ‘sitting’ him, as the force of it would take him through the floor, Kagome settled for slapping him across the cheek. “Get out!” She snarled. She turned her back on him and moved to the other side of the room.

Inuyasha’s face turned stony, a spike of rage bolted through him. All of his muscles tensed. Then he remembered the way she had rubbed herself against his face, her sounds of pleasure as he ate her pussy. He consoled himself with the thought that she was mad because he had come to her on a school morning. She had mentioned how she never seemed to leave the house on time. Inuyasha turned to the window and lifted the pane. The wind howled around the side of the house. “I’ll come in the afternoon next time,” he said.

She whipped around, but he had already gone.