“But why her?” Kikyou demanded with contempt etched across her face.

Naraku regarded the born again Miko thoughtfully.  “Because she lives.”

Kikyou furrowed her brow and looked away.

Naraku smiled and stepped behind her.  “A child born from this union will be very powerful indeed.”

Kikyou refused to look at him.

^.~

Inuyasha woke slowly.  His head pounded and he vaguely wished his heart would stop beating so he could feel peace.  But it was not to be.  He clutched at his head and rolled over on the cold floor.  He opened his eyes and took his first look at the dim surroundings.  It was featureless room without even the barest of furnishings.  He sat up, feeling coolness on his skin.  He blinked down at himself.  His clothing was gone.

A low moan caught his ear and he noticed something in the corner.  He crawled to it, knowing by scent who it was.  “Kagome?” he whispered.

She rolled onto her back and shivered.  

He tried his best to ignore her nakedness as he sat beside her.  “Kagome, are you alright?”

She opened her eyes a moment.  “Inuyasha?  What happened?”

He shook his head.  “I don’t know.”  He could smell her fear, her apprehension of waking in a strange environment and… her fertility.  It was never something that escaped his notice when she was sending off scents that made him salivate.  He kept it to himself, making him seem more irritable when he was actually fighting his instinct to claim her.

She shivered, her teeth chattering.

The room temperature was cool on his skin, but to her… he reached out and pulled her into his arms.  

Her breath caught and she slowly exhaled, melting against him.

It felt right, felt good to hold her in such an intimate way.  She shivered a bit more in his arms.  Slowly he pulled them both down to the floor.  His body stretched out against hers, trying to keep her warm.  He lay his head on her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her, pulling half of himself onto her.

“Inuyasha?” she breathed.

“Hmm?” he answered, wondering what she made of the whole thing.  Was she disgusted?

“Something’s poking my thigh,” she whispered.

He reached down to adjust himself.  “Sorry,” he blushed.

“That’s…” she faltered for a moment.  “What is that?”

He rolled his eyes.  Sometimes she was just too naïve for her own good.  “I’m naked.  What do you think it is?” he growled.

“But why?” she mumbled.

He closed his eyes and refused to answer her.  What would he say?  “I want to lay you down and thrust into you over and over until you scream my name.”  He would be slapped silly.  The safest road he reasoned was to keep quiet.  

She squirmed a bit below him and he could feel himself slip back to where he had been before, resting against her warm, soft thigh, gently pressed against her hip.  She gasped and moved a bit more, grinding it against her hip bone.

He winced.  “Stop that.”

She stopped and stared at him.  “I can’t get comfortable.”

“You’re hurting me,” he whimpered, readjusting his hips a bit.  “It’s sensitive.”

“Inuyasha?”

“What?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Aren’t you cold?” he demanded.

“Yes but… You’ve never been so…”

“You want me to stop.”   He sat up and scooted away, shivering at the loss of her body heat.  He could feel her eyes on him.

“Please, Inuyasha… it’s cold.”

“I make you uncomfortable,” he frowned.

“I didn’t mean it like that.  I… liked it.”

He glanced back at her.  “You… liked it?”

She nodded.  “It felt good… close.”  She blushed.  “Sorry, you probably don’t see it like that.”

“But I do,” he replied, scooting closer.  “I like being near you.  And you feel nice,”  He lounged beside her.

She moved closer to him.  “Is that why…”  She glanced down at his hips.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

“I do that to you?”

“Gods, yes.”

She reached down and lightly touched him.  He gasped and closed his eyes as her fingers explored him.  “I’ve never had any other guy react like this…”

“Probably more that you realize,” he whispered heavily.  “You don’t even have to touch it to make me…”

“You want me?”

He nodded.

She wrapped her hand around him and slowly stroked.

He winced.  “Don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t do this unless you want… it now.”

“Now?”

He nodded, biting his lip.

“I want you to…”  Her hand slid against him, slightly squeezing.

“But… but you’re…” he protested, unable to find the words.

“I’m what?” she asked, her hand rubbing him.

“Fertile…” he moaned, carefully moving his hips against her hand.  He wanted to relieve this pressure that was building up in him.  Her hand was warm and soft.  

She gave a small pull on him and was delighted to see him shuffle forward to keep the connection as her other arm wrapped around his back, touching his ass.  She could move her hand anywhere and his body followed.  

He moaned softly with his eyes closed.  His body started to tilt forward but he caught himself with his hands.  He opened his eyes to look down at her below him.  “Why… are you doing this?”

She sat up and caught his lips with her own.

He kissed her almost hungrily.  His lips parted and his tongue found hers.  It caressed hers for a moment, tasting and taking in the soft sensation of it.  He could feel her pull away and followed her lips down, down to the ground.  He felt something warm and pulled away to notice he was on top of her sprawled out body.  Her inner thighs hugged his hips and his chest was pressed against her breasts.  “Is the ground cold?” he asked quietly.

She nodded silently.  

He burrowed his hands under her back and waist and sat up, taking her with him.  He rearranged her legs to wrap around his waist as he set her in his lap.  

She lightly ground herself against his shaft.  “Inuyasha…”

He kissed her breasts, lapping at them with his tongue.  He caught the nipple between his teeth and suckled.  His name on her lips made him look up.  “What?”

She made a face and rubbed herself against him with a very determined look in her eyes.  

He smiled and pulled her up as his shaft slid down her wet slit.  It rested against her entrance.  He slowly put her back down.  She cried out and clung to him, forcing herself down to his hilt.  He moaned, feeling her heat surround him.  He rocked his hips beneath her, wanting more.  She was like an animal above him.  She bounced against him, making it very difficult for him to kiss her breasts.  Instead he kissed her throat.

^.~  

“Are you so certain he’ll ejaculate into her?” Kikyou asked, watching the two prisoners.

“Do you know something about him I don’t?” Naraku asked, unable to take his eyes away from his experiment.

“He doesn’t take well to captivity.  Most likely he’ll satisfy her and stop before he’s ready to lose his seed,” she answered.

“How would you know?  You’ve never shared pleasures with him.  He’s a man and men… want satisfaction.  It’s what keeps us burning…”

“I just know how he’ll handle captivity.  And he KNOWS she’s fertile.  Do you think he’ll let his animal desires take over if it means…”

“You worry too much, Kikyou.  If he pulls out, we’ll collect the seed and implant it in other ways.”

They both stared at the two.

^.~  

Kagome cried out, writhing against his body.  She shivered and gripped his body to hers, breathing heavily.  

He held her close, rubbing her back and making soothing noises.  

She sat up with a sigh and looked at him, smiling.  “Did you enjoy that?”

He nodded with a smile.  “Of course.”  He laid her down on the ground and pulled out, still hard and unsatisfied.  “I’ll be right back…”

She sat up and looked at him.  “You mean you didn’t…”

He lightly kissed her cheek.  “Children would be a bit… inconvenient.  We will, later, if you want us to.  But for now…”  He kissed her again.  “I have to go relieve myself.”

“Can I help you?” she asked.

He stared at her thoughtfully before nodding.  He crawled to a corner of the room and sat back on his legs, gently stroking himself.  Kagome sat behind him, leaning against his warm back.  Her arm wrapped around his body and took him in her hand.  He helped guide her in the rhythm he liked best.  He moaned softly and leaned back against her, feeling her handle him.  His hips moved to counter her movements.  It was only a short while before he cried out and gripped her hand as he came.  Spurts went out into the dark corner, who knew where they landed.  He didn’t really care.  He slumped back against her as she wrapped her arms around him.  “Thank you,” he whispered, crawling back with her to the place they had claimed as their sleeping spot.  He curled up around her, feeling tired.

^.~

Naraku held out the bowl he had used to catch Inuyasha’s seed.  “Here, Kikyou… It’s the closest you’ll ever get to him…”

Kikyou gave him a hard glare.  “You bastard,” she seethed.

Naraku stared at the fluid.  “My, my… it’s a lot.  I bet it would make a girl feel full to have this shot up into her womb.”

“You are a sick bastard,” the Miko growled.

“Kukukukuku…” he chuckled.  “Now to put it to use…”

^.~  

A shadow crept into the room, hovering over the sleeping couple.  The female disappeared, leaving the man to sleep alone.  A few minutes later a miko walked into the room and lay where the female had been.  The man curled up against her in his sleep, holding her tightly.

In another room the shadow gained form of a half breed dog demon.  “Kagome… wake up…”

She opened her eyes.  “Inuyasha?”

“Sh…” he whispered.  “I want you again.”

She smiled and nodded.  He pushed into her.  She embraced him, still lethargic from sleep.

^.~

Something bothered Inuyasha’s nose.  He should have smelled his woman but instead he smelled… grave dirt.  He opened his eyes.  Kikyou had her face to his manhood, sucking on him.  He pushed her away almost brutally.  “What are you doing?”  

She lay back and stared at him.  “What is it?  Didn’t you fantasize about this with me?”

“That was a long time ago… where’s Kagome?”

“She’s not here.”

“What do you mean she’s not here?”

Kikyou looked away with a sad look on her face.  

Inuyasha reached forward and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her.  “Tell ME!” he growled.

“Naraku is planting your seed into her…”

Inuyasha stared at her with shock.  “My seed?”

“Perhaps it would have been better for you if you had planted it there directly yourself.  As is… Naraku has to do it.”

The look on Inuyasha’s face was one of pain and rage.  “He’s… he’s… I’ll kill him.”  He stood.

Kikyou stared up at him with sad eyes.  “You love her, don’t you?  More than you… loved me…”

He stared down at her, sighing softly.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.  “Where is Naraku?”  

Kikyou pointed to a wall.  “That way.”

^.~

Kagome cried out beneath him, feeling full and content.  There was something in the way he moved above her that was a bit too animal like, but she paid it no mind.  He gave a grunt and she could feel… something… hadn’t he said?  He touched her arm and everything went dark.

“You bastard,” Inuyasha cried, pulling the one who looked like him away from his woman.  

Naraku chuckled, regaining his form.  “It’s complete… she has your seed within her.  She’ll have a child by you.”

“How could you?” Inuyasha seethed, ready to rip the other man apart.  “How could you do that to her, you bastard!”

“Careful… She’ll wake up soon.  Do you really want her to know she took pleasure from me?  Do you have any idea how much that will destroy her?”

Inuyasha glared at him.  “I’m going to kill you.”

“Not without your sword, you’re not.  What can a naked hanyou do?” Naraku chuckled and melted into the wall.

Kagome sighed and opened her eyes.  “Inuyasha…”

He crouched above her, full of concern.  “Kagome… how do you feel?”

“Good,” she whispered, reaching out to pull him to her.  

He rested against her.  He could smell Naraku on her.  It made him feel nauseous, but he held her.  The seed within her was his own, planted there by Naraku… He hugged her tight.  He couldn’t tell her… 

^.~

They woke in a field, fully dressed.  At first he thought it was all a dream, but he could smell the child within her.  It had to be real.  “Careful,” he advised, helping her up.  “The baby…”

“But I thought we weren’t going to…”

“I… uh… changed my mind,” he smiled.  ~Curse you, Naraku~

She smiled and snuggled against him.  “I love you.”

He wrapped his arm around her, still a bit nauseous from the scent on her.  “I… love you too.”  Would the memory ever wash away?

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