Kome And Ayala
[timeline: a few months after Otherworld 2]
The war with Naraku had disrupted everyone's life, even here in the tranquil village where Kome lived. Everyone had been attacked the thousand demons unleashed by Naraku, and Kome and his father, Kouga, had battled together against the wind demon, Kagura. It was the first time that he had ever fought in a real battle, not just some skirmish with a minor demon, but with a powerful demon that had already nearly killed his father.
Together the two wolf demons had fought side by side and Kome found himself truly admiring his father. Kouga was absolutely fearless in battle, but not reckless. His sixth sense was honed from long years of fighting as a Protector and also for rule over the Wolf Clan when he was young. Kouga's instincts had saved both of their lives and turned the battle against Kagura.
Now the war was over, Naraku was finally dead and peace reigned in Otherworld again. Kome's best friend, Souten, now lived far away in Suzaku with his Princess who had been made Queen, and Kome missed him a lot - he had no one to talk to - at least no one his own age. And he needed someone to talk to - about Ayala. He had realized the moment he saw Ayala in danger that what he felt was not just some childish crush - he was in truly in love with the she-wolf and wanted her for his lifemate. But he had no idea how to go about asking her. He was afraid that he would scare her away if he asked too soon, but then again, if he waited too long he might lose her to someone else. She was so beautiful that other wolves were already checking her out. Even the perennial bachelors Ginta and Hakkaku were being extra nice to her.
Kome sat on the hillside overlooking the village, and in turn, his own house, lost in thought. Living in the same house as Ayala was becoming very hard. He ached for her and was now doing the laundry constantly, his vivid dreams leaving proof of their passing on his sheets almost on a nightly basis. Sometimes he would wake in the middle of a dream, his member swollen and aching. He knew what to do only because Souten had showed him one night during their patrols when they were both 14. Hiten was very open with Souten and had told his son what to do about things such as an unexpected erection, which was something that Kouga would never even dream of conveying to Kome. So he learned about sex from Souten.
Souten had actually pulled out his penis one night when they were sitting around the fire to Kome's shock and stroked it until it was hard and rigid, then glared at Kome and asked him if he was just going to watch. Kome blushed deep red, quickly lifted his furs and pulled his own limp penis out of his black briefs. Souten waited for Kome to catch up, telling him what to touch and how to touch it. Then laughing, he joined in and both boys shot streams of white into the fire. It became a silly game between them. They would sit side-by-side and have contests: who could release the farthest or the most, or even try to hit a certain rock. That was the hardest. You tended to lose control when you released and keeping your mind on aiming was almost impossible. Souten usually won all the contests, probably because he had more control. Kome tended to nearly black out each time he released.
Kome missed his boyhood friend in more ways than one. He absently pulled out his penis and began to stroke it, feeling it lengthen and harden. It felt so good to just touch it. It was getting so that it wanted attention constantly. He whimpered softly, and moved his other hand down to massage his tight, swollen balls. He was sitting there lost in his own body, when a voice called down to him from the top of the hill. "Kome?"
Kome almost died on the spot when he heard his mother's voice. He hastily shoved various parts back into his briefs, which now could barely contain them, and realized that if he stood, he would stick out straight. Oh, by the gods! What was he going to do?
Kagome walked down to her son and sat next to him. She sat there silent for a while, and then she reached an arm across his shoulders. "Your father never talks to you about this, does he?"
Kome blushed bright red. She had seen what he was doing! "No." he squeaked, his voice lost in embarrassment. Of all the people to see him! His own mother!
"Kome, what you are going through is so natural, but it would never occur to Kouga to talk to you. He is naïve in so many ways. Obviously you know what to do?"
"Souten showed me," Kome said, blushing even redder than before.
"It's getting hard for you, isn't it? Especially since Ayala came to live with us. I know you like her."
"I love her." Kome stated flatly, looking into his mother's eyes, "When she was in danger, I would have done anything for her. Do you think she might feel something for me?'
"I am sure of it. Why don't you tell her how you feel? I think she will be very receptive to you. And I would love to have her as a daughter-in-law." Kagome stood up, and started up the hill, "Don't take too long returning home. Ayala is preparing dinner and it should be ready in about an hour."
Kome watched her leave and then scrambled quickly to a more secluded spot to finish what he had started. His mother was incredible, that was for sure!
It was two days later when Kome finally got the courage to talk to Ayala. They were walking through the woods on the other side of the hill, looking for herbs for Kaede when he shyly told her that he loved her. The little she-wolf blushed and then admitted that she felt the same. Kome picked her up bodily and swung her in the air, he was so happy. Then he bent down to her and kissed her for the first time. He wanted to go running to tell his family but she stopped him.
"Please, it will be a big fuss and I want this to be private, to be between you and me alone. Afterward, they can have their celebrations. Please, Kome."
"Whatever you want, Ayala. I will do whatever will make you happy."
"Thank you. Just give me some time to get be with you, before everyone else learns about it." She looked up at the tall wolf, who at 6'1" was eight inches taller than she was. Kome reached down and pressed his lips on hers. The kiss deepened and his mouth covered hers, his arms went around her tightly. After a minute, she broke apart, moving from his arms.
"I'm not ready, not yet."
"I will follow your lead, Ayala. Just let me know and I will do whatever you want. I love you, Ayala. I want to be with you forever." And Kome meant it from the bottom of his heart.
Over the next few days, he began to leave small gifts for her, usually on her pillow, not realizing that he was mimicking his father's courtship of his mother. A rose, a crystal, and other small items, each of them treasured by Ayala. As each day passed, she found herself wanting to be with him more and more. Knowing that he was just in the next room was so hard. So many times she would stand by her door at night, trying to get the courage to go to his room.
About three weeks after that first declaration of love, they sat together on the hillside. Ayala was sitting in the circle of his arms, his legs on either side of her, leaning back on his chest. She felt so protected, so much a part of him. She wanted to be with him forever.
"Kome."
"Yes, my love." He felt a little thrill being able to call her that.
"I don't want to leave you."
"I will always be here," he promised.
"No. I mean - I don't want to ever leave your side again." She turned in his arms, to face him, "I am ready."
Kome looked at her, his heart swelling with joy, "Are you sure?" The little she-wolf nodded and he stood, pulling her up with him. Together they went to a little bower created by the tall trees that formed a natural wall. Kome had found it during one of his patrols and marked its whereabouts in his mind. It was the perfect, secluded spot. He sat down in the center and she followed suit, kneeling in from of him. He took her face in his hands, and kissed her, "I promise to protect and cherish you forever, Ayala."
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard and long, this time allowing herself to get lost in the feelings. And this time their kisses were not soft or gentle; they were burning with hunger. As they kissed, their hands began to explore, hesitant at first, then boldly exploring each other. Kome's finger brushed across her breast and then dipped inside her top to cup her breast in his hand, his thumb gently brushing across her nipple. She shivered at his touch and her nipple began to swell.
Her hands found his groin and traced the outline of his swelling penis with her fingers. He moaned softly as she touched him. He took off her top, revealing her small breasts, and kissed each nipple, then licked them gently, feeling them harden under his tongue. He stopped to pull off his clothes and the rest of hers and suddenly they were nude for the first time with a member of the opposite sex. For a second it was awkward, but soon their need overcame the strangeness and he returned to her breasts, kissing and sucking them with a hungry mouth. Ayala looked down at him, watching his length begin to awaken. She had never seen a man before and tentatively touched his penis. It moved at her touch and she snatched her hand away, but soon returned it, stroking his shaft with her fingertips. Then she reached below and found his balls, lifting them into her hand as if weighing them. He moaned and his hand reached for her, slipping his fingers past the curling reddish hair to the wetness between. He accidentally touched a tiny nub of flesh and she moaned, rolling her hips. He experimentally touched it again and her reaction was the same. He lay down on his side in the opposite direction that she was so that his head was at her hips and visa versa. He continued to stroke the same place, while she played with his balls.
Suddenly Ayala reached forward and tentatively licked his tip, curling her tongue into the tiny hole at the end. Kome jerked in surprise and then settled, bending his knee so that he was open. She continued to lick his head, amazed at the softness of it. Kome followed suit and pressed his mouth against her labia, feeling the moist curls against his mouth. He flicked a tongue in between them, searching for the spot that his fingers had found. He pressed deeper until the tip of his tongue felt a little fold of flesh and he licked it. She let his penis slip from her hands to lie there moaning, as he delved into her over and over.
Kome moved Ayala's knees up and apart and pushed his head between them, his tongue finding her entrance -- the entrance he would use when he took her. He felt a little shiver of anticipation as he slid his tongue down her passage as far as he could, licking at her juices. She moaned and spread her legs even more, giving him deeper access. He was panting heavily, breathing in her scent as well as her taste. As long as he lived, Kome would never forget his mate's taste or scent.
He continued to lick, returning to the tiny bud of flesh deep inside of her swollen flesh. Ayala moaned under his attention, moving her hips in time to the movements of his tongue, and the bud blossomed under his tongue. He licked and nibbled until she thrashed and strained, releasing clear liquid. He parted her legs and lapped it up, never dreaming anything could taste this sweet.
His own penis was swollen and ready, desperately needing its own release, but his instincts told him that he needed to reciprocate: that she needed to know his taste and scent also. So he opened himself to her, showing his trust. Ayala bent between his legs and licked the clear drops forming on the tip of his penis and then sucked on his round, tightly stretched balls, gently at first, then harder. Kome groaned, so close to climaxing he was seeing flashes of light.
Ayala moved from him and went down on all fours, then sank her shoulders down but left her hips up high, moving her legs apart, exposing her wet, pulsing sex. Kome went to her and licked her from behind, again pushing his tongue deep inside her. She moaned and opened wider; her passage began a rhythmic throbbing.
Kome moved to a kneeling position behind her and fitted his aching penis to her entrance and then pushed inside. He tried very hard to go slow but it was nearly impossible, he was so close to his own release. Finally, he just shoved his entire length deep inside of her, his body draped completely over hers. He could feel her walls throbbing around him, holding him tightly inside of her body. He growled softly in her ear as he thrust deeply into her, and it took only a couple of thrusts to send white streams of semen pouring into her passage. As one they rolled over, Ayala now on top with her back against his chest, still tightly joined. They were both panting, taking in each other's scent, locked together. After a long time, he came out of her and they rested together, Ayala lying limply on top of him. She was now his mate for life.
It was nearly two hours later when the pair returned to the Village. They had stopped at the lake to wash, knowing that they reeked of sex. Even after scrubbing, Kome was sure that his father's sensitive nose would pick it up immediately. They walked slowly to the house, arm in arm, needing physical contact.
Kagome looked out the kitchen window where she was preparing dinner and saw them. She knew instantly that they had mated. She didn't need a wolf's sense of smell to tell her that - she could tell by the way they were touching each other -- a kind of familiarity that only comes after giving your body to another. She smiled and ran to greet them, hugging both of them happily.
"How did you know?" Kome asked, knowing his mother couldn't have scented him.
"You look so happy, both of you, that it was obvious. Can we throw a party for you? Please?"
Ayala laughed and hugged her new mother-in-law. "I would love a party!" The Village used any excuse to throw a feast and when they had a legitimate one, they really went all out. Soon the word got around and everyone came by to congratulate the couple. Kouga arrived from patrol, with Yusuke at his side, and was overjoyed. All he had ever wanted for his son was the same happiness that he had with Kagome, and he was certain that Ayala could give him a good life.
At first he had been worried that she was Naraku's daughter, but it never became a problem. Ayala's seemed only to inherit his human half, the half that was not evil, and therefore, she was a half-demon. This, of course, was not a problem either since Kome was a half-demon also. The lines between demons and humans were getting thinner and thinner in Otherworld.
Fortunately even the Villagers needed a little time to prepare so the party was scheduled for day after tomorrow. Word was sent to the Castle inviting all to attend. After a quick dinner and many congratulations, Kome and Ayala went to his bedroom, exhausted after all that had happened. The pair fell instantly asleep, Ayala curled in Kome's arms.
Two days later, the dojo was transformed. Colorful paper lanterns hung from the porches and the branches of the cherry tree that Kurama had given Kauro and Kenshin so many years ago. Its branches now spread across the entire back garden of the dojo. At mid-afternoon people began to stream into the dojo, for the entire village and wolf clan had been invited. Many brought food and a long table soon was pilled high with wonderful dishes, all waiting to be sampled. Another table was covered with gifts. Ayala was surprised at the amount of gifts with only two days noticed, but everyone knew that this day was coming and had either made gifts or gone to the human world to buy them weeks ago in preparation for this very feast. To the back of Hiten and Serafin's house was a growing pile of logs, split lengthwise. Tomorrow their house would be built, every able bodied person in the Village would help. It had always been this way - everyone pitched in and helped the other, and in return when they needed a hand, everyone would return the favor.
There was no formal dining area, people just came and wandered about, taking food when they got hungry. There was plenty of lemonade, milk and ice tea, but the sake was also flowing. Sanosuke, Hiten and Yusuke were doing a lot of damage to the sake supply.
Under the shade of the tree sat Mirago and her new daughter, Tala. Shippo hovered at her side, not yet her mate, but hoping that she would soon accept his offer. Serafin was also there, with her month old son, Aniki, who was the reincarnation of Bankotsu. The purple cross on his forehead was vivid against his fair skin and his blue eyes were disconcerting - they were filled with knowledge - what was known as "old soul" eyes. The opposite of Souten when he was a child, Aniki was quiet and obedient. Serafin was keeping an eye on her mate, knowing that Hiten was drinking far too much sake and would pay for it tomorrow. Even a demon had limits, especially since Hiten rarely drank strong alcohol. He was trying to keep up with Sanosuke and Yusuke, both of whom could drink anyone under the table.
Ayala and Kome were making the rounds, thanking everyone for coming and receiving their congratulations. Ayala had always been made to feel welcome, but now she truly was one of the family. Kouga was the first Protector and the High Leader of the Wolf Clan and she was mated to his only child. Wolves from the clans had sent representatives to congratulate their leader's son and to meet Ayala. The Northern Clan was the only one clan not represented -- her mother Ayame's clan -- but that was only because their home den was the farthest away and it was a five-day journey to the Village. At least that's what Kome told her, but she wasn't sure. Ayame had been shunned by the village and had died alone after pretending that her child was Kouga's instead of telling the truth.
When the sun set, the paper lanterns were lit and their soft light make the dojo seem magical. About an hour after sunset, Princess Aara arrived with Kurama and InuYasha in tow. Tomorrow her present would arrive, coming on a slower wagon, while she traveled on horseback with Kurama, while InuYasha ran beside them - holding himself back so the horses could keep up with him.
Kurama brought seeds with him and promised to plant a garden when their house was built. InuYasha would take the Princess back tomorrow, by way of a special scenic route that the dog demon had discovered and Kurama would return along with the horses and wagon in a few days. Until then he would stay at the dojo, his visits welcome in the Village. He always took the time to look at the crops and fix plants with his fox magic. Shippo re-introduced himself to the fox demon since he was just a child when he met Kurama that one time long ago. Kurama and Shippo talked about den life and Shippo told him that Otherworld dens were nothing like Demon World dens. You were not thrown to the other wolves. Kurama was pleasantly surprised to find that Otherworld fox demons were sweet and innocent - the opposite of Demon World foxes like himself.
The Princess joined the women under the tree, and Aniki saw her for the first time. He tried to pull out of his mother's arms, stretching his tiny arms out to the Princess. She had heard about Aniki but had never seen him. He took her breath away. Aniki looked exactly like a miniature Bankotsu. Serafin gave up trying to hold her son and put him into Aara's arms. He lay there contently in her arms staring up at her. When Aniki finally fell asleep, Serafin took him and Aara thanked her for allowing her to hold him.
Serafin looked at her in surprise, then said, "Aniki is more yours than mine." Then with a small bow, she left for her home.
The party broke up soon after, everyone needed their rest for the house-building tomorrow, which would start bright and early. Even Kome and Ayala were tired from the long day and night and fell asleep quickly.
Just as dawn was breaking, Kome and Ayala woke and after breakfast, they went to the plot of land behind Hiten and Serafin's house. Lengthwise split logs were already piled high and carpenters from the Village were starting to frame the house. The wolf demons provided strong arms and held up the boards while the carpenters pegged them together. No nails were ever used in Otherworld. Everything was either tongue and groove or pegged. And everything lasted a long time, without nails to pull out or rust.
Pretty soon, the little house was beginning to take shape. Walls went up, followed up a stone chimney for the fireplace. Little windows with shutters appeared on all sides. A separate little room was built for the bathing tub. Their house had only one bedroom for now. As they needed more space, rooms would be added. Kagome's house started as a one-bedroom very much like Kome's, but now it was a spacious three-bedroom with a wide veranda.
It was mid-afternoon when the house was finished. Like all the other houses, rough logs faced the outside and smooth wood was on the inside, sanded and polished. The floor gleamed with freshly waxed wood. Around noontime, the Princess' wagon arrived with her present, a beautiful carved bed with a soft down mattress. It now stood in the bedroom, covered in soft sheets and warm blankets. A small table was in the dining area, which would seat four, and comfortable leather and wood chairs were grouped in the living area, which was actually just one large room. Past the dining area was the kitchen, which was separated by a wall. A small porch had been added and three willow chairs invited a peaceful time watching the garden. Kurama worked his magic and roses, wisteria, lavender and heather surrounded the little house. Instead of a cherry tree, he planted a willow and its long branches soon trailed on the ground.
Finally all the thank you's and congratulations were said and the new couple were alone, for the first time in their own home. Kome picked Ayala up and carried her over through the door, explaining about the Human World custom of carrying the bride over the threshold for good luck. They didn't have to worry about food; many edible gifts had been left for them. But Kome was not hungry for food, he was hungry for his mate.
Because he was so much taller, Kome had to bend down to find her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly as he kissed her. Slowly, they made their way into the bedroom where the new bed was begging to be tried out.
This time their mating did not involve so much scenting and tasting as the first time they mated, and they were beginning to be comfortable with each other's bodies. Once undressed, Kome kissed his bride long and deep, and then their hands began to explore. Kome found that he loved her small breasts, and licked at them until the rosy tips became hard under his tongue. As he licked them, she began to fondle him, stroking his rising length and massaging his tight balls. He moved down, trailing his tongue down her stomach, licking around her tiny navel, then going further down. He kissed her mound and then pressed his tongue between her labia, once more finding that hidden flesh. She moaned deeply and lifted her legs, spreading them to open herself to his wonderful mouth. He licked and nibbled; his efforts accompanied by her appreciative moans. Her movements grew in intensity until she came, crying out with the intensity of it. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her, her throbbing walls matching the throbbing of his penis. They were in perfect sync with each other. Through half the night, they made love, until they were finally exhausted, and fell asleep contently in each other's arms.
And this was just the beginning of their life together.
[Author's note: Kome is pronounced Co-May]