My Humps

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Warning: A full lemon tree ahead...

This chapter is dedicated to all you lemon heads out there (myself included hahaha).

Chapter 14:

Kagome peered out the blue sky.

A cool breeze caressed her form, whipping her floral dress around her. Her long wavy was put up in French twist. Her ears perked up listening to the chirpy song that the birds serenaded the world with. A pang of hurt emerged from her visage her lips held in a tight, grim line.

Kagome stood aloft the terrace that jutted out from the room bordering the nursery, her inner conflict apparent behind the hazy azure orbs She spared a sympathetic glance at Inuyasha.

The hanyou did his best to overcome the misery that spawned within him. But his face still held a gloomy demeanor since Kikyo's passing. Kagome sighed, then shook her head gently. She knew he was coping as best he could, holding to what little fragment of strength he still retained to keep him going.

The young smiled softly, she could ask nothing more of him. As she looked his form cradling his pup, a gentle swell of pride rose up in her. What little hope Inuyasha might have for the future, she wanted to nurture and grow. Better a grain of hope her slender hands can nurse, than a abyss of dejection.

People along side her laughed and joked congratulating the mother of a new born babe. The joyous lilt of their voices and their mirth bruised her ears.

It was all so wrong!

A living pup was birthed in the world and yet his mother lay cold and dead, when other women survived. If there was an order in this world, what was the purpose of Kikyo's death? Her brows knitted together in indignation. Resting her forearms on the thick concrete banister she leaned forward. Her peripheral vision again resting heavily on her surroundings.

The bright sun continued to bathe the entire world with so much warmth and light. It mocked her. How could the world carry on in light when Kikyo's life was snuffed out like an insignificant flame on a candle. Where was the light for those she left behind? For Inuyasha? For Shippo?

Acrid tears hung on the edges of her almond shaped eyes. The harsh ache cloaking her entire being once again.

“Kagome.”

Panic coursed through her, quickly she circled toward the voice. “Sango!” she cried in astonishment. “W-what are you doing here?.. How did you get here?” she asked looking around in alarm.

“Sesshoumaru.”

Kagome blanched, the name itself sent shock waves of apprehension throughout her petite frame. She quaked with tremors so powerful, Sango had to support and guide to a nearby seat.

“Kagome listen, he knows about it all and I'll be lying to you if I said he wasn't infuriated about what you and Kikyo do.”

An upsurge of enigmatic jaki alerted them to Sesshoumaru's arrival.

Sango recoiled from the intimidating roll of power hitting her back soundly against the concrete wall, wincing loudly.

Sesshoumaru's apathetic face materialized before the two women, making Sango tense up. The young lord's impassive gaze rested on the sagged form of Kagome. His agile form striding with ease along the tiled floor.

“Leave us.” he ordered Sango. The intensity of his look making the scientist flinch.

“I-I can't do that Sir. Kagome is my friend and, and..”

“It's ok Sango.” interrupted a broken voice.

Sesshoumaru's amber depths flicked to Kagome. Kagome kept her head bowed and her eyes downcast.

“K-Kagome...”

The young woman stood up meeting her friend's eyes in a silent plea. Her brilliant blue eyes watering over. Sango swallowed then nodded. She turned on heels abruptly, walking at a brisk pace toward the entrance leading back to the nursery.

Kagome steered her eyes back to the striking lord.

“You deliberately lied to me.” he said in flat, stern voice.

Kagome nodded in acknowledgment.

Sesshoumaru's imposing figure shook, her confession jarring his control. “Where is she?”

“Dead.”

The Inu lord turned.

“And the pup she borne?”

“In the nursery, he's still under observation.”

“What of the hanyou.”

Kagome whipped her head back to face him, her wide eyes dilating in horror. “He's just lost his mate! Y-you can't possibly....”

“He willingly violated Inu law handed down from my forefathers, by mating without the present Taiyoukai's consent! His contempt for me and my title shows!” he snarled.

“By what? Mating the woman he loved?” she shouted in outrage. “He loved her with all his being and now she's gone! Have you any idea he's feeling so ripped apart right now?”

Sesshoumaru observed her with frigid eyes but remained silent. Did he have a personal grudge against the hanyou? Hanyou... Inuyasha had detested that term. But was it really his younger sibling's fault for being born one? Sesshoumaru scowled.

“God Sesshoumaru! Don't you have a heart at all? Doesn't anyone else matter to you except yourself and your social standing? I can't believe that I fell in love with a callous jerk like you!”

Sesshoumaru flinched minutely. Did he just hear what he thought came out of her kissable lips?

“You stupid, stuuuupppiddd neanderthal of an Inu! You and all your damn laws belong in the freakin stone age!!! You can jack off all your immortal life for all I care!” she ranted on huffing loudly with puffy pink cheeks. “Screw you!!!”

Sesshoumaru smirked amusement.

“Such uncouth words.” began Sesshoumaru in a bored tone as he walked closer. “Such ill-mannered appellation Kagome. It doesn't belong on that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Another step closer.

'Danger! Danger!' The shrill sound of sirens thundered in her mind. But Kagome remained rooted on the spot.

“I believe this Sesshoumaru will now take you up on your offer.” he murmured in a sensual tone sending feverish shivers up and down her spine.

“W-what? I made no offer.”

The Inu lord smirked. “But you did Kagome. You told me quite boorishly that this Sesshoumaru belong in the stone age.” he prowled around her with a predatory gleam reflected behind his golden eyes. “Perhaps I will show you how much of an uncivilized animal I still am.”

Kagome paled retreating as far back as she could.

Sesshoumaru gave a superlicious smirk. A savage feral gleam smouldering behind his honeyed eyes.

“You wouldn't!... Think of your status! Your social obligation!”

“To hell with all of them!.... All this Sesshoumaru could think of now is you.” he replied in a throaty possessive growl.

GULP.

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Four Seasons Hotel Sapporo (two blocks away)

His hands lifted to her hair and slowly, one by one, he removed the pins holding the confined tresses in place. When he was finished, he drove his clawed fingers into the twisted strands and combed them down to hang to her waist. A second later, she felt him tugging at the zipper of the dress, and then the fabric slipped from her body.

She didn't fight it, didn't grab for the garment before it hit the floor. She simply stood there and let him strip her down to her bra and panties.

He took a small step back, to allow him to look his fill. He pouts sensually, quirking a teasing brow at her chosen undergarment.

“Hello Kitty panties were 70 % off.” 'Dammit why can't my stupid mouth stay shut?' The words popped out without conscious thought and she was rewarded for her senseless muttering by his warm, lopsided smile.

“Hn.”

“Sango said they were cute and a great improvement from..uh.... She said I wore granny panties so she and I went shopping for cute ones the other day... It didn't ruin your.. um.. mojo did it?” she mumbled out nervously.

“Mojo?”

“Libido.”

“Ah.” Sesshoumaru's grin widened and turned even more wicked, his gaze locked on the pink edging at the tops of her thighs. “It is permissible.”

Kagome nodded absently, her insides going both weak and hot at the same time. With one clawed hand on her hip, the other trailing up and down the length of her arm, Sesshoumaru leaned in and blew on the shell of her ear.

“Tell me, Kagome.” he whispered, sending shock waves through her system, “will you come to bed with me? Now? At this very instant?”

Her eyes drifted closed, the lids too heavy to keep open. Her blood felt like syrup slogging slowly through her veins. If she'd known he was going to have this effect on her she probably wouldn't have come. He was too handsome, too charming and obviously had too much power over her.

The power to make her weak in the knees and cloud her senses. The power to make her not only willing to sleep with a man she wanted revenge on, but be on the verge of begging for his touch.

He had to know she was putty in his hands, had to know she was his for the the taking. And yet he'd asked permission to make love to her, and was still waiting for her answer.

As much as she'd agonized over her decision to come here with him, the decision to go though with sharing his bed was easy. She wanted him, and regardless of his reasons for wanting her, there was only one response she could give.

Her lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her closely, his expression intense and strained.

“Yes.” she said finally.

She felt the tension seep from his body, saw the lines in his face vanish. Then, before she could form another thought, he scooped her into his arms, his long strides eating the distance to the bedroom.

Once inside, he laid her gently on the made bed, then stepped back to divest himself of clothing. Raising up on her elbows, she watched him kick off this shoes, undo his cuff links, shed his jacket, tie, shirt and slacks. He came back to her in all his naked glory, so magnificent he made her mouth go dry. His skin was without flaw or blemish, the wispy length of his platinum mane swathing him in an ethereal light.

The silver perfection before smirked. He fixed his heavy gaze back to her, undivided and focused. His hunger, his longing, his need directed at her. Kagome swallowed nervously, a blush blossoming on her cheeks. The need swirling in her belly began to build and spread outward.

Sesshoumaru traced the line of pale flesh above the scalloped cup of her black bra, never taking his eyes from hers. Leaning in he used his pointed teeth to nibble and bite tenderly at her bottom lip. She opened to him, wanting more, wanting everything.

And he gave it to her, covering her mouth, molding their bodies together, kissing her until she was limp and gasping for air.

When they parted, Sesshoumaru grabbed her by the waist and dragged her more to the center of the bed. When he began to pull off her panties, Kagome whimpered softly biting her lower lip. The tiny, biting pain had to be better than the slow agony he was creating now, the heaving, writhing lust monster coming to life in her belly and between her legs. It had fangs and claws and was tearing at her insides, making here shiver and moan.

And she could tell by the simmering, possessive look in his molten gold eyes that he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“Patience.” he murmured, fully slipping off the childish panties down the length of her slim legs. She made a sound deep in her throat, a cross between annoyance and a whimper. Which only seemed to amuse him all the more.

He switched to her other leg, following the same process, causing perspiration to break out along her temples.

“Beautiful.” Sesshoumaru said, sitting back to admire his handiwork. She fought the urge to hide her nudity with her hands or reach for a corner of the bedspread, reminding herself that she'd chosen this.

And Sesshoumaru Taishou wasn't exactly the first man ever to ever see her naked. He was merely the first in a while-as well as the most handsome and masterful.

She couldn't remember another man ever making her want him with just one look, ever making her mouth water or her body vibrate so strongly with unleashed desire. If he was doing this to get back at her, then more power to him. She felt like throwing out her arms and screaming, 'Take me. Use me. Make me pay.” His form of revenge was her idea of pure ecstasy.

He moved to cover her body with his own, taking her mouth in a slow, bone-melting kiss. His broad chest, with it's satin smooth skin, flattened her breasts and rubbed against her nipples. His erection, hard and hot, nudged her stomach.

Digging her nails into his slick shoulders and back, she tipped her hips, trying to get closer, urging him to slip inside, where she needed him the most.

But his exercise in torture wasn't over yet. He finished with her mouth, trailing his lips along her chin, down the column of her throat, across her collarbone and the swell of her breast.

His tongue swept across the beaded peak and she groaned, arching upward. He continued to lick, nip, suckle and drive all sensible thought from her head. She dug her finger into his hair, trying to tug him away even as her back bowed into his magician's touch. A whimper slipped past her lips, and she fully expected to expire on the spot. If she survived long enough to regain the use of her limbs and brain cells, she fully intended to exact a bit of her own sweet revenge.

He lifted his head and a cocky, satisfied grin spread across his face. But the smoldering heat in his eyes belied the lighter lift of his lips.

“I want to do more.” he said in a tight, gravelly voice, holding her gaze. “I want to kiss you from head to toe. Taste every inch of your skin, then come back for seconds.” He crawled up a few inches until their eyes and mouths and sexes aligned. Threading one hand though the hair at her temple, he gave her a lingering kiss. “I want to.” he repeated. “but I can't. I don't have that much self-control-not anymore since our high school reunion.”

He settled himself between her legs, which she wrapped loosely around his hips. He took her mouth once more, speaking between wet, breath-stealing kisses.

With one smooth, powerful motion, he was inside her, stretching her, filling her, setting her nerve endings on fire. Air hissed through his clenched fangs as he held himself perfectly still above her, the muscles in his pale throat roped and taut.

She knew he was waiting for her, giving her time to adjust to his invasion, the size and hardness of his impressive length. But she didn't time.

No, she only needed him.

From the moment he'd entered her, everything about their encounter had felt right. And now all she wanted was for him to move, to fill her even more full and send her flying over the abyss that hovered just out of reach.

Twining her arms around his neck to match the twist of her legs at his hips, she drew him closer. “Don't stop now.” she whispered a split second before their mouths met in a fevered kiss.

He groaned in a feral manner, the sound vibrating against her lips, through her torso and limbs and into her very soul. His clawed hands tightened on her waist, lifting her slightly as he pulled back. She started to whimper at the friction he created and the sudden loss of his heat, but before the noise could work it's way up from her throat, he thrust forward again.

Kagome arched back and screamed in pleasure,

Slowly, methodically, he moved in and out. Smooth motions at first, then building in speed and intensity. Her breathing increased, her lungs contracting to absorb less and less oxygen with each breath. She raised her legs higher, gripping him about the waist, doing everything she could to pull him deeper.

It wasn't enough. He was pounding into her now, the sharpened tips of his claws digging into the soft flesh of buttocks, but still she wanted more. She wanted harder, faster, stronger... More, more, more.

Even as she thought it, the words tumbled from her lips. Broken and disjointed, but directly into Sesshoumaru's elven ears.

The young lord heard, agreed, obeyed, taking her higher and faster until both were gasping breathless. Her body strained for him, strained for release.

And then it hit with the impact of a bullet, making her cry out and claw at his back with her blunt nails. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, and she moaned in wonder as he took her climbing again.

The second climax was as strong as the first, rocking her to her very core. And this time, he came with her, grinding his mouth to hers as he pumped one last time, then went rigid above her.

For several minutes, they lay there, tangled and still their ragged breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Kagome couldn't move, her bones weak, her will non existent. She had not ever experienced an orgasm even close to that in her adult life, not to mention the level of sensuality, passion, eroticism and intensity he'd shown her.

With a reluctant groan Sesshoumaru rolled aside. The air in the room washed over her naked, damp body, making her shiver. But the second later, he'd pulled back the bedspread and was dragging her toward the headboard. He tucked her under the covers, propped a pillow beneath her head and then slipped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close.

“Go to sleep.” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the side of her head.

As far as pillow talk went, it was somewhat lacking, but she was too tired and too satisfied to care. Curling into him, she closed her eyes and let herself drift off, only vaguely aware of the smile stretched across her face.