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Sesshoumaru desires the curvaceous miko fiercely. But what is he to do when Kagome demands more than he is willing to give back emotionally and physically? He refuse to mate and pup her in fear of creating bastardly half-breeds that will stain his reputation and lineage. So he claims he wants nothing more from her than a simple 'rut'. But then, why is it so hard letting her go?
This Sesshoumaru Reluctantly Wants You...( REVISED)
By Duchess Of Darkness
Chapter 1: Interesting Literature
Day One, Inu Yasha’s Forest, Early Morning

“Tidon guided Silia’s hands to the cold marble wall in front of them wrapping his long muscled arms around her curvy body. He pulled her against his chest growling low in his throat a carnal warning that vibrated against her back sending shivers up her spine. Her dainty wrists in one hand, he raised them high above her head. A smug smirk was on his handsome face when she gasped at the touch of his lips on her exposed shoulder.
Feeling her shiver in his arms with suppressed need was intoxicating. Tidon could imagine no other in his arms. It had to be Silia and only Silia. And at this very moment, he was going to make the stubborn woman realize that. Make her understand that she was his to take, his to conquer, and his to treasure until took his dying breath.
For too long he waited for this woman and he could wait no longer. He wanted her body, her mind, her soul and he wanted it all…now.
Silia’s breath stilled the moment she felt Tidon’s meaty erection push its way between her thighs to brush against her wet quivering sex.
She never thought that she would want a man so badly that it hurt. The realization blindsided her. At first she was afraid of Tidon. Afraid of his steel fisted rules; afraid of his need to always be in complete control of everything. And Silia had fought this man tooth and nail to deny him everything just to keep a ‘supposed’ sense of self. Independence. Feminine pride.
But then she asked herself, for what?
For once she had someone to depend on; someone who was willing to shoulder her burdens; someone…who wanted to be there for her regardless of the consequences. This man has even gone against the wishes of his tribe to protect her. And what have she done in return? Nothing but resent the man for only looking out for her well being by protecting her from her own overly high strung ways. Was it really fair to resent a man who only does what was engraved into him since birth; to tend to a woman’s every need and ensure her safety? What woman in her right mind could shun such man?
Her apparently.
Her thoughts scattered Tidon’s hips made a slow thrust. The friction of his rigid cock was exquisite sending white hot electricity up her spine. No one should feel that damn good; absolutely no one.
Large hands snaked up and over her curved belly to cup and knead her breast with sure thorough fingers. Branding it’s claim on her flesh.”
Kagome had to stop reading to draw in a shuddering breath; the scene of the two lovers still fresh in her mind.
About time she pulled her head out of her ass. She seethed silently while looking dispassionately at the novel cover. It was almost a disappointment.
Nothing irritated the miko more than a lover in denial of his or her growing feelings because of something as trivial as commitment phobia. You want the stability of relationship but not the obligation to settle? Hello?! Wake up woman, relationship requires commitment to have stability. BOTH parties give it to receive it. The miko shook her head as she ranted. She could preach about this stuff all day.
Still the book was better than she thought. For a minute there, Kagome had thought she was duped out of her allowance for a fluffy novel. Who the heck in this day and age, or rather her day and age, wanted to read modest lighthearted fluff? Fluff is good and all, but what a woman really wanted is desire, need, devotion, love…and when you concentrate all that into one concept you get this wondrous joyous thing called smut. And smut, in Kagome’s opinion, should make up at least 70 percent of a novel, if not more. Apparently that concept escapes this author’s knowledge.
Now Kagome wasn’t implying that she preferred borderline porn, because she didn’t. While smut was preferable, the story must have a good plot that was filled with intrigue, charm and a bit of angst to captivate her until it reached a fulfilling climax that leaves her breathless. And the story must ALWAYS reach a satisfying end. No, wait; let her take that back. She can stomach a tragedy or two when she falls into one of those moods. But not often.
Kagome planned to write stories of her own. She had so many ideas. So many in fact, that she could maybe write her own series and become a renowned romance author one day with millions of women flocking to bookstores eager to get their hands on her novels. Not only was writing a good hobby, but a profitable one. She could write to her heart’s content captivating the lusty hearts of woman all over the world while banking enough money to live comfortably well into old age.
Not that she was doing it only for the money…she’s doing it for women like her in need of an escape. And let’s be realistic here. Simply breathing is not free in her time. It’s only fair that she compensated for existing. Yes, that sounded like a plan. But until then…
She buried her face back into her book. “ Tidon’s hand reached down to cup her weeping heat in his palm, squeezing her teasingly.”
“Kagome!! InuYasha hit me!!!”
The distracted miko frowned. She wasn’t ready to let go of this scene in her mind quite yet.
Just a few more pages. She promised as she read on with determination.
“I did not you wailing cotton ball!”
She shook her head to clear Inu Yasha’s scowling face out of her steamy Tidon and Silia scene. Come on guys, just a few more minutes.
“Silia whimpered softly at the feel of his fingers slowly working around her…”
“He did too, I have the shiner to prove it, lookit, see!” To prove his mistreatment, Shippou shoved his way into Kagome’s vision, his little head abundant with red hair and the evidence of his abuse peeking through the curls.
But, Kagome didn’t see the growing pink lump. All she saw was the words in her book as she moved her head from side to side to keep her eyes glued faithfully to the text.
Just a few pages…more… She promised again while unconsciously pushing Shippou away.
“… wetness touching everything but her painfully swollen nub. She bucked her hips against her finger seeking to end his torture. But his teasing was endless.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you most Silia. I want to hear this voice say it, laced with desire.” His voice was deep and sinful against Silia’s ear as he stroked her throat to coax another moan from her.”
Shippou, the ever determined little kitsune, climbed about the distracted miko.
Until the hanyou kissed soil for his crime he won’t relent.
“…Tidon please…” she begged breathlessly.
“ Please what, love?”, Tidon rub her wet core vigorously until he could …” Red hair and a shiny pink knot entered Kagome’s vision again over and over. Annoyed, she turned to face the other direction away from Shippou.
“…feel her body tighten with a …” KNOT!! Kagome turned back in the other direction.
“…pent up climax threatening to tear her in two.” KNOT!! She moved to lie on her side.
“Tidon…” When she thought she could take no more…” KNOT!! She rolled over onto her other side.
“…he pinched her…” KNOT! Breathless, Kagome rolled unto her back to look up at the novel in her hands as she tried to stay in sync with the story. But…
“…nub and” KNOT!
“…and” KNOT! KNOT! KNOT!!
That was it. When flustered miko couldn’t take it anymore she sat upright and pinned the kitsune with a menacing blue eyed glare. “SHIPPO WHAT IN SEVEN HELLS DO YOU WANT!?!” She growled low in her throat in a tone that was so threatening; it had Inu Yasha’s ears plastered to his head.
Shippou sat there on the ground amazed and all but sputtered then started to sniffle. His large green eyes brimmed with unshed tears while his bottom lip trembled in a pitiful pout.
Inu Yasha rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “Aw shit, here come the water works” he mumbled and no sooner had it left the hanyou’s lips did Shippou let out a blubbering bawl. The hanyou had to lift his hands and press his ears to his head to protect them from the high pitched onslaught.
Damn that kid had a set of lungs on him. He groused to himself as he inched away from the kit.
Watching her little kit, Kagome mentally kicked herself. What was wrong with her yelling at her little kitsune like that?
She quickly tossed her book to the ground then quickly gathered the little kitsune into her arms cooing gentle words into his ears. “I’m sorry Shippou. I didn’t mean it. That was wrong of me.”
To the side of her, a loud mouthed hanyou was busting a gut making her glare heatedly in his direction.
Inu Yasha was on the ground roaring with laughter at the bawling fur ball snuggling against Kagome‘s breast like a new born whelp. Serves the little runt right, stomping around the camp acting like a little bad ass but can’t handle a little bark from his Alpha. Classically typical.
The look on the miko’s face sobered him instantly making him look sheepishly to the grass beneath his feet. He chanced a sidelong glance to the miko cradling the kit tightly to her chest checking to see if she looked distracted enough. Slowly, he turned away from her to make a hasty retreat to his favorite tree. Unfortunately he was a jump too late when in mid leap the word of his demise left the angry miko’s lips in an unnaturally calm tone.
Of course she would pick that moment to say it.
Evil I tell ya, evil. He gripped silently as he plummeted to the ground leaving another lovely abyss into the already abused earth.
Ironic how the calmer her tone the harder and more painful his impact to the ground. “Callous wench.” He mumbled into the soil.
“Hmph.” She snorted back at him.
Of all moments to return, it had to be at that moment when his bother decided to grace the campsite once again with his unwanted presence, slowly stepping through the trees.
Embarrassed, Inu Yasha buried his face deeper into the soil.
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Sesshoumaru drew up short right beside the hanyou induced crater staring apathetically at the fallen hanyou. Personally, he was thrilled to be back in time to witness his little brother’s humiliation once again. He will never tire of watching the hanyou pay homage to the soil with his homely mug. It was only one of the few luxuries he enjoyed in life.
“Hn.” He snorted as he stepped around the moaning hanyou as if he was no more than a mere puddle in the ground to avoid then went to sit gracefully beneath a tall shady tree to watch Rin pick flowers. She was running about his steed placing them upon Ah-Un’s head in some odd game of sorts. The girl looked in his direction and smiled happily at his return. Immediately, she ran full speed in his direction. He reached out to signal the child to slow her gait with the raise of his hand.
Too many times he has reminded Rin to stop running towards him. She had a horrible habit of taking off toward him at full speed only to crash into his either his chest or his legs. It didn’t necessarily bother him all that much since he was a demon and it would take more than that to knock him over. However his little ward has knocked over the miko more times than he could count with her excitement. As amusing as the scene was, he couldn’t let her behavior continue.
Rin slowed her steps to a jog then finally to a brisk walk. Her face alit with smiles as she neared her lord. When she was close enough, she sank to the ground and began to name each flower.
Sesshoumaru nodded and remained silent, only speaking up to correct her pronunciation and bad grammar. He flicked a quick curious glance toward the miko coddling her kit in her arms.
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Content to know that the hanyou ingested a substantial amount of soil, Kagome kept nuzzling the sniffling kitsune in her arms until his little tears ceased.
Of course she was guilty for yelling at the little kit, but gee golly wiz, that story was finally getting good. And of course it had to be at that moment when Inu Yasha and Shippou had to bicker like little babies. Was it really too much to ask to read a good romance novel uninterrupted? No, she didn’t think so. People act like it was a crime nowadays to escape into the land of fiction.
Her friends had always wondered why she kept her nose in a book. They had no idea that the literature she always read was romance novels. It didn’t matter what kind of novel at first; historical, modern, sci-fi, and even paranormal. But it was paranormal romance that had become her favorite genre. There were always vampires, werewolves, demons and many other sexy mythical creatures in various stories.
Catching herself, Kagome looked around to make sure no one caught her reminiscing her favorite books. She had a horrible habit of vacating her mind leaving a disturbing look on her face when she daydreamed about her favorite books. Oh the horror should anyone find out that she was, what her friends called women like her, a Smut-Slut. Not a term she was proud of but she fit the shoe well enough. She will lace that thing up and strut in it proudly…in private.
Since the defeat of Naraku, not even a month ago, she’s been bored. So bored, that she had even begun to take up reading, and with reading she discovered romance, and with romance she discovered smut. At first, she couldn’t understand her need to engross herself into the world of romance and smut. But now…
Kagome sighed and cast a glance towards the hanyou trying to move once again from his spot in the dirt.
Let’s just say that her addiction to smut works as a compensation for a love that never was. Just as well anyway. He was too much of a cad to be in love with anyhow. He was so childish, selfish, loud and brash. It was any wonder that she managed to fall in love with the hanyou at all. If …what she had for the hanyou could be called love. Heck, she doubted anyone could call it puppy love.
Besides, the hanyou made it clear in his round about sort of way that he wasn’t interested in a long term relationship anytime soon; probably because he wishes to mourn Kikyo for the rest of his life. Kagome, of course, respected his unspoken wish and kept her distance. It took her long enough to get over her rejection, she didn’t need the heartache of pursuing a love that will never be. Life was too short. When she finally does fall in love, it will be with someone who will cherish and love her for her. Not because she reminded them of past lovers, not because of convenience, and definitely not because of physical attraction. She wanted that pure unconditional love that can only be shared between soul mates. Was that too high of a standard she set for herself? Possibly.
When Inu Yasha managed to look up in her direction she threw him an icy glare and he buried his face back into the soil.
Honestly, it felt like she was raising that overgrown hanyou. Even her brother Souta had more sense than he did. And he was turning 13 soon. Shippou she could understand giving her attention to on a daily basis since he’s still a ‘pup’ or ‘kit’ as Sesshoumaru would call him, but Inu Yasha who was pushing almost 100 and something years; his behavior was simply ridiculous.
Why couldn’t he be more…mature? Sure he had that bad boy rogue mentality but not like the dreamy bad boys she would read about in her novels. No, Inu Yasha was a complete goofball.
Kagome looked to Sesshoumaru correcting Rin’s grammar as she tried to talk to him at a speed of a hundred miles an hour. She grinned coyly to herself.
Now there was a man for you; tall, elegant, well mannered, highly educated and downright gorgeous. Right out of a fairytale. Not forgetting to mention that to die for physique of his. But then there was that small detail about him being an arrogant, self righteous, homicidal demon too. But still, he’s what Kagome would call, a man. They don’t make men like that in her time. Well they do, after they’ve surgically altered themselves a hundred times over. Of course the human hating demon lord wouldn’t give the time of day to a plain human woman like her anyhow. It wouldn’t be right anyway. He was Inu Yasha’s brother after all. That would just make everything all types of awkward for her.
Another sigh left her lips as she turned away from the demon lord switching her mind to other matters.
Life, Kagome must say, has so far have been comfortable if not grand. She had finally graduated high school by the nick of her teeth and decided to partake in the maintenance of the shrine alongside her grandfather. It was only right since she was a miko after all. It would do her time some good to have a genuine miko among them bettering the community. Her family was thrilled to hear what she decided to do. But no one was as excited as her grandpa. Boy oh boy, it was a headache that day when she told her family her plans over dinner. Not even a minute after relaying her plans did the crazy old badger do anything but go on and on about her duties as a priestess. She loved her grandpa dearly but sometimes she just wishes he’d just chill out. He acted as if the shrine would fall apart if she didn’t ‘hurry along with her duties as priestess’ as he would say.
To escape his persistent ‘training’ she has made efforts to stay here in the feudal era as much as possible. Horrible? Yes. Neglectful of her duties? Maybe. But she’s still a young teen adult, she’s entitled to a little relaxation before the dreaded years of Adult Hood come to claim her weary soul. According to her, those years of doom don’t start until she turns…30? 27? Okay, 22 and no younger. That gives her at least 4 years to relax and read to her heart’s content. And maybe even pursue her writing career.
Kagome rocked the sleeping kitsune in her arms one last time then set him down on the blanket beside her. He curled his small frame around her hip and nuzzled his little face against her. She covered her mouth to sustain the insane urge to squeal. There were times that little kitsune was just too garsh darn cute. It should be a sin to be that cute. She was always a sucker for cute demon children. In fact she loved all children; so innocent and sweet and…cute. Giggling, she petted his head softly before laying down beside him to follow him into a light snooze under the bright morning sky.
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Unbeknownst to the miko, the seemingly aloof demon lord studied her relaxing figure. Rin had long ago resumed to picking flowers and now had Jaken at her mercy. The imp was running in circles around his mount to evade the child’s attempt to adorn him with flowers. Threats and curses left the kappa’s mouth and he fixed him with a golden eyed glare to remind him of his behavior around his ward. The kappa fell silent and plopped down to the ground in a huff.
The demon lord smirked inwardly when his ward tackled his retainer and planted various flowers here and there on him.
Sesshoumaru looked across the campsite to its inhabitants. Ever since he started happening this pack of oddities a few days ago during his patrols, he’s been plagued with the most unnerving annoyance; the miko’s scent. Almost daily he found himself coming upon this pack during his rounds and eventually found himself staying, barely attempting to make a trip back to his palace. Not because he particular enjoyed their company, but the miko scent while it drove him away it drew him near.
As much as it galled him, the demon lord had to admit that it was pleasant scent. It was a much more welcoming scent to the stench most humans who don’t practice daily bathing habits. Because of their ridiculous superstitions, most human practice habits that bordered on being unsanitary.
But it wasn’t the miko’s clean pleasant scent that unnerved him. It was the fact that the miko’s scent was laced with something.
Arousal.
Now what would one so innocent and naïve know about such things? It’s more than clear to him that she is still untouched. He could smell the tantalizing aroma of her pureness from where he sat far across the field.
Just recently, he discovered that it was when she would read these novels that he could detect the change in her scent. His curiosity always had him wondering about various things, but even more so about the miko. It was disturbing if not troublesome for the demon lord.
So far, it seems that only he knew of her risqué behavior. The monk was too busy courting the slayer, while the slayer herself was busy tending her weapons and training, seemingly oblivious to the monk’s lecherous affection. Of course everyone knew better. The kitsune, even though he was practically under the miko most of the time, seem to be unaware of everything. Mainly due to his persistent need to bait his half bred fool of a brother which would periodically end with multiple abrasions about his little scalp. It didn’t surprise the demon lord too much that this went unnoticed to the half-witted hanyou as well.
Inu Yasha would be lucky enough to understand what happens between the opposite sexes at all, so of course this would be over his head. No respectable demoness would degrade herself by rutting with a hanyou even to quench their heat. So along with the miko, it was safe to assume the hanyou was also untried in such things.
Sesshoumaru glanced uninterested in the said hanyou’s direction, watching him finally peel himself from the earth to spit the last of the dirt from his mouth. He sneered at the hanyou.
That and many other things would fly over a head as unoccupied as that one. He thought ruefully to himself.
“M-My lord?” It took everything within Sesshoumaru not to roll his eyes. The insufferable kappa has done nothing but remind him of the things that he refused to be bothered with at the moment concerning that suffocating palace.
He was more than aware of his duties as Lord of the West. But he was also seeking a small reprieve from his redundant duties. Signing, reading and writing scroll after scroll; barking orders day after day; training his men at arms night after night. Not forgetting to mention keeping diligent watch over his ward. It wasn’t that his duties were too much, because he was actually more than capable, it’s more of the fact that he had little to no time to himself. Then there were the ever growing annoyances of the Western Palace Court.
Lords of neighboring territories were presenting their young daughters, coming into mating age, as potential mates. Then there were the ladies of his court continuous requests for an audience to vie for his favors. The Elders have even voiced their eagerness for him to claim a mate to ensure the stability of the West which infuriated him to no end. He has exceeded far beyond the expectations and limits of the average demon lord. Was keeping peace, avoiding war, and successfully governing the people of his lands not keeping stability in his lands? Apparently not.
To keep from going on a murderous rampage through his lands, he left the palace in the charge of Myoga, a demon flea who once served under his sire. Small demon he was, but he was very capable of running a fortress as vast as the Western Palace. So he left to patrol his land while occasionally lounging under shaded trees being entertained by natures rejects; an endangered slayer, a lecherous priest, an orphaned kitsune, a miko with an interesting hobby, and an idiotic foul mouth hanyou.
Oh yes. Nature’s rejects indeed. Thought the demon lord.
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“M-M-Milord? P-Please forgive this worthless servant for being ever so annoying to your supreme being, but there are very important matters that must be attended to. It would be catastrophic should it go ignored milord.” The kappa managed to relay all in one and hopefully not final breath.
The kappa was more than highly aware of the annoyance he’s causing his master. But as a servant, it’s his duty to make sure his master stays up to date on matters concerning his status no matter how much he himself is shortening his life span. Which he’s sure has been shortened a century or two leaving him a minute or so of life left.
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Sesshoumaru didn’t so much as bat an eye lash to let the imp know he acknowledged his presence. He continued to watch his ward run around Ah-Un as if he never spoke. The child’s endless supply of energy nearly rivaled that of a demon pup. It was a shame she lost interest in torturing the annoying toad.
Deciding to push his luck, Jaken continued. “My L-L-Lord, p-p-please take into c-consideration what this lowly servant has said, you…”
“Jaken…” He said quietly barely reining the annoyance out of his voice.
So the little imp think to accuse him of neglecting his lordly duties? He has made sure the state of the palace was secure before he left and the threat of Naraku no longer exist so this constant bantering about the Western Palace was slowly eating away at his patience, which was non-existent to begin with.
“B-But M-M-My Lord, awk…” The kappa was relieved of his breath when his lord’s mokomoko wrapped tightly around his scrawny green neck. He was dragged across the grass to stare face to face with his lord’s ever bored expression.
He watched his lord cock his head slightly while pinning him with a flat eyed glare. “This Sesshoumaru wasn’t aware that my wishes weighed so little in that hideously small skull of yours, that you would dare deny me obedience, Jaken.” His mokomoko tighten another dangerous degree making the poor kappa turn a greenish blue.
“S-S-Sorry M-M-My L-Lord, p-please…” Jaken pleaded pitifully through crushed windpipes.
Content with the fear-laced scent, the demon lord sent the kappa sailing across the field to land in a sickening thud against the tree the napping hanyou occupied. Not quite as fulfilling as slicing someone in half with his claws but that will have to do for now to quell his annoyance. Jaken’s actions barely warranted such severe retribution. He was a loyal if not competent servant after all.
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Waking from her light slumber, Kagome stretched out her arms, observing the clouds above her in the sky. She was smiling at the bunny shaped cloud floating above her when suddenly a green screaming cloud flew past her vision at shocking speed.

Green screaming clouds? No that can’t be right. She had to shake her head and looked in the direction the green blob flew. She was appalled that the green blob was none other than Jaken pasted painfully against the tree; the same tree that InuYasha was napping on.
“What on earth….” She started quizzically then looked over to Sesshoumaru in suspicion. It had to be nobody else but the demon lord looking innocently in her direction. That is, if you want to call that expression innocent. He looked more like he was challenging her to accuse him of abusing his servant.
But really, who else would turn the poor kappa into a tree ornament?
Irritated, InuYasha cast a lazy look down to observe the green splat of a demon currently decorating his tree then looked at his brother sardonically. “Don’t you have anything better to do than play target practice with the toad?” Mumbled the lazy hanyou as he rubbed the sleep out his eyes.
“I suppose beating you into a bloody pulp does sound like a more entertaining alternative.” The demon lord noted quietly as if he was discussing the weather.
Only Sesshoumaru would make threatening people sound like normal conversation.
InuYasha only grunted and settled back down into his nap.
Kagome snorted rudely at Inu Yasha’s retreat. Well that’s pathetic. The hound dog was too lazy to even make a comeback to his brother.
She looked lower to see Jaken swaying to and fro, attempting to sit up but was too dizzy from his head injury to manage. She scowled in the demon lord’s direction. “That was COMPLETELY uncalled for, you…you…” she fought to find a suiting insult that didn’t involve bad language. Shippou was still within earshot.
Sesshoumaru could only raise a perfectly arched silver brow, the only sign that he acknowledged her futile attempt to admonish him.
Amusing.
“…you arrogant, selfish… icicle!!!” Kagome finally manage to spit out sheepishly. But even she knew that was the most pathetic insult in world. If only Shippou wasn’t sitting there, oh, she’ll let him have it.
Turning her nose high up in the air, she moved to help the kappa catch his bearings.
“Indeed.” Unmoved, the demon lord watched the miko stomp haughtily across the field to assist his servant.
“Wow Kagome, I’ve heard the runt throw better insults than that.” InuYasha chuckled at the miko, his leg swaying lazily from his perch over her head.
Kagome scowled at the hanyou above her.
Oh, so the hanyou can wake up out of his sleep to insult her, but get tongue tied when it comes to making witty comebacks to his brother?!
The nerve.
She jumped up to scratch angrily at the bottom of Inu Yasha's foot and smiled serenely when he fell in an unceremonious red heap on the ground beside her.
Serves him right. The miko thought snidely then stuck her tongue out at the growling hanyou.
“Evil sow.” He growled as he sat up rubbing his head.
“Hmph.” She reached over to pull the kappa upright into a sitting position against the tree trunk.
She managed to sit him upright when the proud toad waved her hands away claiming he didn’t want human filth on his person. Of course she expected the little demon to be rude about it, so she decided to be passive to his rudeness and smiled. Though, she did unintentionally smack the toad a little too hard on the head when she patted him in good nature.
The miko stood and marched over to the demon lord still sitting calmly under his tree watching her listlessly. A daring two feet from the seated demon lord, she began her tirade about how people shouldn’t pick on those less privileged than themselves all the while wagging a well manicured digit about his face.
Sesshoumaru watched her finger wave about his face completely indifferent to the miko’s ranting.
White painted tips with a naked high polished finish. Much preferable to those outrageous colors and designs that once adorned her nails. However, that’s an unorthodox way to shape one’s claws. What purpose do squared claws serve? He thought to himself curiously.
“Are you listening to me?” demanded the annoyed miko loudly. Had the demon lord possessed fuzzy appendages about his head like his half breed brother, they would surely be flat against his skull in pain.
Sesshoumaru looked up at the miko calmly. “Did your mindless ranting have anything to do with how you wish to apologize for insulting This Sesshoumaru?” he asked blandly, gently pushing her finger back from his face with his own clawed digit.
Kagome frowned at his finger nudging hers to the side. “Of course not, why…”
“Then my attention wasn’t and isn’t needed.” He interrupted as if she never spoke then sat back to close his eyes, clearly dismissing her.
Bristling at his rude dismissal, Kagome turned away to stomp across the field over to her blanket where Shippou still napped. She looked over to find the demon lord watching her with amusement twinkling in his annoyingly gorgeous gold eyes. Irritated she turned her nose up at him and looked in the other direction. “Haughty bastard.” She mumbled under her breath in a tone so soft that the wind could barely catch it. But of course Sesshoumaru’s superior hearing picked up every word effortlessly.
“I assume you speak of the hanyou since this Sesshoumaru is the legitimate heir of the west. Though, I will contest your claim that my dear brother is haughty. An idiotic, uncivilized, and perhaps an empty headed bastard I would give you, but never a haughty one.” commented the demon lord evenly, taking personal glee in watching her eyes light with an inner fire. Who knew that baiting the miko could be so amusing?
Kagome weighed the odds of whether she’ll make it to her well alive after chucking a shoe at his head. After she looked at the well at the far end of the field she kept her shoe right on her foot. That was too long a distance to run. Hell, he’d gut her before she even touches her shoe.
In his tree, now wide awake and standing on his branch with a chip on his shoulder, Inu Yasha shook his fist at his brother. “Say that to my face you prissy ass pixie!!!”
The miko shook her head. Amazing what it would take to get the lazy hanyou riled; ramen or a blow to the pride. It was sad really.
Sesshoumaru regarded Inu Yasha with an arrogant shrug of his shoulder. “Suffice to say, dearest brother that a face as homely as that one would make it impossible for anyone to relay anything to, let alone look.” Remarked the demon lord dryly.
Kagome cocked a brow at the demon lord’s remark. My, the demon lord was full of jokes today, wasn’t he?
Squeals of laughter filled the air suddenly. Kagome looked about the camp confused at first then looked down at her side to watch Shippou hold his sides as if he was in pain.
The kit caught his breath and began to count off his little fingers. “So that makes you an idiotic, uncivilized, empty headed AND homely bast…” The kitsune didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence when he made a sudden dash off the blanket when it was apparent a few more shiners would be added to his skull. The last knot didn’t even heal yet.
“That’s it! I’ve had just about enough of you…you…Come ‘ere ya pissy little punk!” the hanyou snarled as he jumped from his tree and made after the little kitsune.
Kagome rolled her eyes as she was turned into a two demon merry go round. They even trampled all over her favorite hello kitty blanket making it unfit to sit on now. Grabbing her book and an upturned corner of her blanket she stood and left the clearing in a huff, dragging the fluffy blanket behind her.
“Sit.” She said in an unusually bored tone that rivaled Sesshoumaru’s just before she disappeared into the brush.
Sesshoumaru watched the miko leave the clearing curiously.
InuYasha hit the earth creating a crater of muffled curses and promises of revenge on a certain red head pissy pants.
Even though Shippou was safe for a minute or two according to the severity of the crater he couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. Not waiting for the hanyou to recover he went in search of refuge.
The priest, sleeping beneath a smaller tree, grinned when he felt the intrusion of his garb. He dreamed it was a certain slayer intimately slipping her battle calloused hands into his clothes rubbing idly at his chest. Could it be that she have come to her senses and accepted his affection?
Chuckling seductively, he reached up to run his fingers through her long dark hair. “Sango my love, you finally gave in to my charm. You needn’t molest me my sweet for I am more than willing to...to…” Miroku paused and frowned when his fingers brushed against pointed appendage about her head.
Tis odd, I don’t recall my love having tiny pointed ears. The monk thought curiously as he fondled the appendages. He opened his eyes expecting his dark haired warrior. Instead he finds a horrified kitsune sitting on his chest looking at him as if he gone off the deep end.
Miroku quickly retracted his hand and smiled apologetically to the kitsune sitting on his chest fixing his ruffled hair. “My apologies Shippou, I thought it was another who graced my chest.” He lamented with a sigh.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” And to emphasize his meaning, the kit pointed over Miroku’s head.
Miroku followed the kit’s little finger above his head to see his very beautiful yet dangerously angry Sango suppressing a vein working in her lovely forehead.
She is so becoming when angry, he thought.
“Sango, my love, you’re looking lovely as ever this mor…” THUNK! Well at least this blow allowed him to stay conscious. He thought to himself as he nursed his forehead.
Shippou whistled when Sango stormed away from them towards the village. “I don’t know about you Miroku, but I’ll take Inu Yasha’s ass whipping any day before Sango’s.” He admitted as he marveled at the red fist print in Miroku’s forehead.
“Kagome would shave your tail had she heard you Shippou.” admonished the monk as he massaged his abused forehead.
A shadow suddenly loomed over the pair making Shippou shiver with dread.
“Kagome may not have heard the little runt…” Growled an angry hanyou spitting grass out his mouth, “But I certainly did. So…" the hanyou cracked his knuckles. “You rather take one of my ass whippin eh?”
“Eep!!” Shippou squeaked as he shot off like a mad man from Miroku’s chest after Sango. “Sango…save me!!” he wailed.
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Sesshoumaru sighed inwardly, growing tired of the ever occurring spectacle. Unnoticed to the group, he took leave in the direction of a certain miko.
He was painfully curious as to what the miko engrossed herself into that made her smell so…disgustingly delectable. Humans shouldn’t smell that enticing. They were supposedly uncouth foul smelling creatures. But the miko…smelled anything but foul. And that was what made it so … deplorable.
The demon lord had to walk a small distance before he came to a smaller quiet clearing a little ways away from the campsite. There she was, settled on her belly on her odd large plush blanket kicking her feet about in the air idly, completely unaware to his presence as she kept her eyes glued to that novel. Most women in his time couldn’t read that well or not at all yet this miko did so with an eagerness of a scholar.
Cocking his head curiously, he looked on perturbed. He was only a mere foot behind her and she has YET to notice his presence. Her foot has even on occasion touched down upon his own boot clad foot and there was still no realization that she wasn’t alone. Surely being a miko would at least set off alarms that a demon is near.
He stood off to the side of her, just within her peripheral vision and still gotten no rise out of her. Her blue eyes stayed glued to the text in her novel.
What the devil was she reading that held her interest so deeply? He cast a glance towards the source of the miko’s distraction and read a random passage.
“The loud sound of wet bodies smacking against one another could be heard throughout the corridors of the mansion.
Tidon reached to grab Silia’s overly endowed breast pushing his hips harder against her wide plush bottom.”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes widen a small degree. Is this what occupies the mind of our innocent virginal priestess? He couldn’t recall a single writer of his time who could write such uninhibited erotic literature. Clearly the people in her time degraded to an uncouth state to provide public access to such immodest readings.
“It is no wonder as to why you would risk an ambush. This so called literature of your time would distract any mortal from their life.” Before she could even respond the said literature was torn from her hands right before could get to the last of the chapter.
Kagome groaned while unconsciously reaching for the novel that eluded her itchy fingers. She just had to finish that one last paragraph of that chapter then whoever was bothering her could have her full undivided attention. She growled with determination then climbed into the demon lord’s lap to retrieve her book.
Sesshoumaru pulled back, amazed with her determination and her disregard for his person. She was practically climbing about him as if he were a mere tree. He finally stood and jumped back from her to perch gracefully in a tall tree to look down at the object of the miko’s desires. The bindings were adorned with a picture of two humans in the most intimate of embraces, “Lust by Moonlight” by Sara Monklik. He opened the novel back to the page that the miko was reading and finished reading where she left off.
Fascinating. He thought after a passage. Quite the little hobby my not so innocent miko. Must be frustrating to only read what you haven’t experience for yourself. He taunted her silently with mischievous golden eyes.
Kagome stumbled forward and finally realized it was Sesshoumaru who busted her smutty bubble. She watched him looked down at her novel. There were only four chapters to go and this man act like he couldn’t wait.
“Do you mind? I was reading that Lord Self Important!!!” she seethed, holding her hand out for her novel.
“You will address me properly miko or not at all.” He responded keeping his eyes glued to the novel in his hands. He may appear bored but oddly enough his eyes have yet to leave the pages of the novel.
She reached her patience and yelled at the elevated lord. “You had better not lose my place, as a matter of fact give that back right now Sesshoumaru.” she watched him cast a bored glance in her direction then back to the novel.
He just ignored me. That jerk!
“Sesshoumaru!!” No answer.
“Sesshoumaru!" Silence. A tic worked her eyebrow as he turned to the next page.
Ses…shou…ma…ru!!! She practically screamed.
Of course she wasn’t going to get an answer until she addressed his majesty appropriately. Kagome ground her teeth then calmly spoke to the demon lord. “Lord Sesshoumaru, may I please have my book back?”
“Was it really that difficult miko?” He asked dryly, his eyes still attached to the novel with endless fascination.
Kagome sighed and smiled sweetly, the serene expression not reaching her eyes that were alit with irritation. “No, not at all.” She chirped sweetly with a shake of her head. “Though, I would love to receive my book before my 80^th birthday if you don’t mind.”
Sighing with feigned boredom his closed the novel and tossed it just over her head to land on the vacant blanket. He was mildly looking forward to reading how this Tidon male claimed this Silia woman. After reading a few pages he learned that these characters were close to finishing their mating and it was up to this Silia woman to decide whether or not she would accept Tidon’s claim on her. Not only was the mating between these characters was explained in painfully vivid detail, the story itself actually held a sliver of his interests; no small feat mind you.
Sesshoumaru watched Kagome return to her blanket to retrieve her precious novel. “Quite an interesting piece you occupy yourself with, miko.” He taunted while taking evil satisfaction in the embarrassment flushing her lovely face. Lovely?
Eyes widening, she turned to look at the demon lord. He was staring at her blankly but she could see the mischief twinkling in his golden eyes. “What I do to entertain myself is no concern of yours, Lord Sesshoumaru.” She admonished haughtily.
“This one finds it interesting that you have an obsession for literature that conveys the explicit union between a man and a woman; something that I know you have yet to experience.” He replied calmly.
Although, what he is unable to figure out at the moment is the reason why one would be so engrossed in things that one lacks personal knowledge of. Could it be that she desires to actually experience this act? Does she find her naivety and innocence a nuisance?
“And your point? I’m sure you’re more than experience in the ways of explicit union between demon and demoness. Must be nice to know intimately of what you read in this novel! You must be quite the ladies man. Or should I say, demoness’ demon.” She countered sourly. She huffed then turned her back to him and opened her novel to continue her story, clearly dismissing him.
Sesshoumaru silently dismounted his perch in the tree and moved slowly over to the once again distracted miko.
“You seem displeased that you lack the intimate knowledge of such things miko.” He stated huskily as he crouched down behind her, mere inches from her person. He smirked when her back stiffened with unease. “It’s as if you find you find you innocence a burden.”
Kagome’s eyes widen in surprise. When did he leave that tree? Not only was he too close for comfort, smelling of newly cleaned linen and utterly delicious male, he hit way too close to home where she was concerned. But he needn’t know that. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Although, she couldn’t help but notice the new tone in his voice as he spoke, it was enough to make any women forget where she came from. Deep, melodic… and dare she say husky?
“Well miko.”
Yes, definitely husky. She thought while fighting a shiver that crept down her spine when his warm breathe blew across her unusually sensitive neck.
A little chilly out. She lied to herself as she rubbed her arm to ward off her chills.
“And what business is that of yours?” she finally asked over her shoulder at the demon lord behind her. “Besides…I find it hard to believe that one such as me, being human and all, would hold the interest of the great and mighty human hating Demon Lord of the West.” She finished sarcastically.
The heat of the demon lord’s body grew hotter when he leaned closer to her. “A fact that irritates me only when continually brought up my dear miko” he whispered intimately.
Kagome trembled. That was definitely no chill.
If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was attempting to seduce me.
She dared a glance over her shoulder to catch his hooded gaze staring at her neck. His hooded gold orbs quickly lifted to meet her scrutinizing blue gaze clearly unashamed at being caught ogling her.
A little uneasy with such an intense stare, Kagome quickly broke their gaze.
Yep, I would say I‘m completely seeing things. I REFUSE to believe this…gorgeous, cold hearted, arrogant, self proclaimed king of Japan has the hots for plain lil’ ol me.
Sesshoumaru smirked at her unease. “Be that as it may, miko, I find that it would be of my best interest to know of whom I associate myself with…intimately. ” he spoke the last word slowly close to Kagome’s ear and she glowed a bright red. Satisfied with her reaction he rose and made to leave, “I’ll leave you to your…hobby, miko. Until next time.” Slowly he vacated the clearing back towards camp.
Until next time. Kagome mocked him silently. Though she couldn’t help but feel slightly giddy about the sudden change in events. Sesshoumaru the great and terrible cold hearted demon of the Western Lands had just flirted with her. Didn’t he?
Author's Note:
I know the story was longer and everyone may be wondering where the rest of it went...
I know I was suppose to be working on this, but as I went to re writing it and revising it... I sadly fell behind in the editing and will slowly but surely post when I am abled. So bear with me my young smutlings
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