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Release and Capture	By : eyecanread Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 19910 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I started writing this for another Sess/Kag story but when it was done there was no way it would've worked in its intended story. If it seems a little shaky in the 'how they became friends' department it's because that all went into that other story. I decided it made a fairly decently lengthy PWP so here you go. Let me know what you think.
Release and Capture
Kagome sat at one of the large tables in the main library of Sesshomaru's castle writing letters to her friends. She always had a pleasant time when she was here at the Western Palace. She enjoyed these respites from her travels, but unfortunately she was leaving again soon because she'd been summoned by another village who needed her help.
The years after Naraku's demise she and Sesshomaru had come to a reasonable understanding. Perhaps it started because she no longer associated much with InuYasha. She and the younger of the two inu brothers had drifted apart some ten years ago. She had enjoyed the years she was alone, she was able to find herself. Something she'd neglected for far too long.
Whatever the reason for their new association she did savor her visits with Sesshomaru. It had gone from them both staying out of the others way, to cordially conversing on the road, to her on and off stays at his palace with a congenial friendship of sorts. More recently she'd been using the palace as a base of operations between calls to villages. They occasionally still didn't speak even when she was at his home, he was gone much himself, but it was still pleasant when they were together. He'd even granted her her own private rooms so that they would always be ready for her when she arrived.
She realized she'd been sitting writing for too long when her bladder made itself known. She sighed and set her papers in a box she kept here for her personal letters, and put the ink and brush on a nearby shelf. That was when she noticed the glass stopper for the ink was not on the bottle. She spotted it on the table and reached for it, accidentally knocking it away.
“Oh, poo,” she grumbled as she made a grab for it. She reached as far as she could over the solid oak surface to catch the runaway stopper. She was about to wrap her hand around it when she froze in place, missing it. Something had suddenly been pressed firmly against her rear.
“Wha–what?” She turned her head and caught a glimpse of pure white. “Sesshomaru,” she gasped. She hadn't realized he was home, much less in the room. His hands had settled on her waist, but soon one started to travel up her spine. She shivered in unexpected pleasure. This was new. He rarely touched her except in emergency situations and never remotely close to how he was touching her now.
She wasn't sure what had gotten into the Western Lord but she was loath to stop him. What woman in their right mind wouldn't fantasize about Sesshomaru? He was male perfection. She could admit to herself that he'd made more than a few appearances in her imagination as she relieved herself of the burning ache.
She was concerned as to why he wasn't speaking but she relinquished herself to his touches in an effort not to break the spell of whatever this was. She never wanted him to stop. She just had to get around to convincing herself this was real.
There was also the fear factor holding her in place. If his control had slipped and he was acting this out of character, what would he do if she resisted? Would he become angry? Would he spank her? She couldn't believe that thought had just crossed her mind but she bit her lip, the fear gave a spicy tinge to her desire, she was sure it was hotter with it. Did she desire him? Oh yes she certainly did!
The pressure from behind increased slightly, pressing her up against the table edge and reminded her that she had a full bladder. She shivered again, somehow the pressure was making her feel things ten times more strongly than she normally would.
Then it happened, he rocked his hips against her rear and she felt it, his hardened arousal. She groaned and rested her forehead on the cool surface of the table. He obviously found her attractive on some level. That was news to her. Though he wasn't the human-hating Sesshomaru of old she wasn't sure she'd have gone so far as to say he'd touch one sexually. All her preconceptions were being thrown out the window today.
The feel of him against her was arousing and hot. He was killing her slowly but she had no idea how far he'd take this. She tried to respond by rolling her hips back but he kept a firm grip on her.
“Sesshomaru,” her now shaky voice barely moaned the word. How was he able to get her into such a state so fast, and with both of them still fully clothed? He'd barely touched her, for crying out loud!
Her mind drifted to what it would be like if there weren't the barriers of clothes and she whimpered despite herself. His strong hand was splayed between her shoulder blades holding her down without force.
She unconsciously spread her legs. If her mind were working properly she might have been appalled at her wanton behavior, but at the moment such thoughts were beyond her.
His hand slid off her back, brushing along her side and thereby the edge of her breast. She moaned again in appreciation.
The hand came to rest again on her hip and quickly she felt the ties of her pants come undone. A flash of panic and lust ran through her. He wasn't planing on doing this here, was he? A wide open room where anyone could walk in?
With a soft swish her hakama pants were around her ankles. His hand idly messaged her hip then dipped back to firmly squeeze a cheek of her ass. She started at the sensation, letting a gasp escape her lips, her hot breath fogging the table-top.
His hand rolled over her hip again to dip between her and the table edge. The pressure on her bladder was intensified and she whimpered, biting her lip. The tips of his long clawed fingers came into contact with the brush of hair above her cleft then paused.
She stopped breathing as she waited. He didn't move his hand further, in fact he wasn't moving at all and she had a flash of worry.* Was he going to pull away now and leave her bereft? Did he come back to his senses? She turned her head to get a look at him but couldn't see his face from her position. “Sesshomaru – ,” she moaned out, trying to get him to move one way or another because this tension of waiting was killing her nerves.
Move he did. His hand slipped a little further and brushed her aching bud making her hips jerk in response. His hand continued down as his fingers dipped between her folds. He pressed his finger to her urethra and she gasped as a white-hot shudder ran through her body.
“Ugh, don-don't p-press there I need to...” her words trailed off in her embarrassment. He knew, he must have known what she needed to do and that made her flush a shade redder.
His hand came up and out of her folds (much to her relief and consternation) but her wondering what he was doing was short lived. His large hand spread out on her lower abdomen and he pressed her hard back against him.
“No,” she groaned as his hand was right over her full bladder. He rocked his hips again and she felt the substantial, but still clothed, length of him slide up between the cheeks of her ass. Despite – or maybe because of – her discomfort she felt her arousal spike and a flood of moisture drip down her leg from her traitorous but anticipatory vagina.
Oh gods, what was he doing to her? At this rate she'd either pee or orgasm, possibly both, and she still hadn't been penetrated. He was still fully clothed and she wasn't sure if he'd change that any time soon.
Sesshomaru didn't leave her wondering long as the hand that had held her hip from the very beginning left her suddenly. There was a rustle and swish of clothes, and she trembled to imagine him pants-less behind her. The next thing she registered was his impressive phallus slipping between her thighs and curving up to rub her clitoris. He was so hot compared to her it felt like his rod could burn her.
He was large, not that she had a list to compare to. She'd never seen a man naked from the waist down (still hasn't if she was thinking about it) and had only had a blue dildo her friends had given to her when she was “trying to get over that jerk InuYasha” for comparison. She'd found when she had gone to use the dildo – yes, she'd used it – that she had little to no hymen left from her vigorous adventures.
That was all years ago, the well had closed leaving all of her modern things in the future. That had been the last thing of any substance between her legs. Her dainty hands didn’t count. He was going to hurt, stretch her beyond anything she'd ever known. She moaned at the delicious thought.
He rocked himself back and forth through her folds, putting intermittent pressure on her bladder with his hand. The head of his penis grazed her clitoris every time and vaginal fluids were coating him thoroughly, causing a squelching noise every pass.
Her face flamed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She had never been this humiliated or turned on in her life. The pressure and the noises were making it hard to hold back her urine. Why hadn't she gone to relieve herself earlier?! Oh yes, because she hadn't been aware that this was going to be her position, so to speak.
She was just about to become accustom to the pressure on her bladder when he withdrew slightly. She almost sighed in relief until she realized where he'd stopped. The very tip of his penis sat at the opening to her vagina but he barely pressed there. To further worsen things his hand dipped down and his finger pressed again to her urethra.
“Ah!” she cried out and tried to arch her back. Quickly his other hand came up to press her shoulders down again. “Please,” she whimpered, not sure what she was asking exactly.
He then did the worst thing he could've done at that moment. He started tapping firmly on her tightly shut urine hole. She shuddered and cried out again. This was agony and elation all in one.
Just when she couldn't take it any more he slid just the head of his phallus into her vagina. It was her undoing. Her uterus contracted in waves of bliss and her abused bladder let go, all over him, all over her, mixing with her other release. She cried as tears streamed from her eyes at the relief she felt and the horror that was to wash over her seconds later.
As she finished he waited, not withdrawing as she thought he might at getting peed on. She twitched and tremored in aftershocks but her crying slowed and she felt drained (in more ways than one). She wanted to crawl away into a dark hole where no one would find her again.
She was startled out of her pity party when he withdrew slightly, extricating himself from her tight folds. “Ses-Sesshomaru?” Was he going to leave her now? She could definitely understand if he did.
She jumped when she felt something liquid and hot on her rear that then ran down her legs and into the crack of her ass to her folds. Her eyes widened when she recognized the unmistakable sound of peeing.
He was peeing on her! Was it in retaliation? She was frightened again, that this was just the start of her punishment for soiling his perfection.
He finished and she tensed in expectancy. She felt his penis return to her opening and stop, then to her surprise his body molded against her own, pressing her to the tabletop. “Sesshomaru?” she asked again in a trembling voice.
“Mine.” One unmistakable word was practically growled into her ear by that voice that could melt stone, his breath tickling along her skin.
This had taken on a whole new light. Her foggy brain processed this new information a bit slower than it should have. He was claiming her, that means he wants her? Of course. He was a dog demon for pity's sake. What do dogs do to mark what is theirs? They pee on it.
Oh gods, she'd just peed on him too, telling everyone that he was hers as well! The horrified part of her brain was now being rapidly replaced by the aroused part. She had just claimed the Western Lord for herself. She didn't have it in her to be worried or concerned about that.
In fact any thought was made more difficult in the next second as he began pressing his impressive member up into her more fully. He did stretch her but she felt little to no pain from the intrusion. From her prior lost hymen and the recent orgasm it was almost like he could slip right in to the hilt without resistance.
She grunted at his slow intrusion. “Sesshomaru, please,” she moaned trying to get him to move a bit faster. He understood and complied as he suddenly sheathed himself fully. She let out a cry of completion, she'd never been filled like this before and it was beyond anything she could have imagined.
She stretched out her arms along the table in a feline stretch as she steadied her breathing and tried to find purchase. He slid out slowly and her inner walls twitched trying to hold him in. She could feel him growl more than she could hear him, and it made her shudder pleasantly.
He was going slow as if he were savoring the feel of her. She moaned low and tried to breath. He felt incredible, wide and long, filling her to the brim and touching every part of her. Gods, it was so good. In, out, in, out, he plowed her like spring soil. She felt the tickle in her belly that would build to her amassed pleasure.
She grunted and set her forehead on the cool tabletop. This felt great but she knew she'd never climax if he stayed at this speed. She remembered something her friends had whispered about in the modern world. She bit her lip and tried to concentrate on her Kegel muscles. After a few mis-tries she was able to grip his penis fairly hard as he tried to withdraw.
The result was instantaneous as he growled loud enough that any in the room would hear and he sped up his thrusts. She was in heaven as she cried out on every inward thrust. She could feel every ridge and vein of his member as it scraped her inner walls. He repeatedly hit her cervix, he was so far in. She tied to keep up her contractions to his thrusts but she soon lost her rhythm.
He increased the power of his thrusts and she tried to arch her back but froze when she felt teeth on the back of her neck. She whimpered and attempted to keep her shoulders steady as his whole mouth cupped her spine.
Deadly sharp fangs grazed her soft skin but didn't puncture. That tinge of fear was back but it simply added to her riot of emotions and heightened her arousal. A faint thought passed through her mind that she'd once seen a pair of stray dogs go at it in an ally back home. The female had tried to move in the height of their copulation and the male had bit viciously down on her neck to still her. The bitch had instantly submitted and they had finished soon after.
She was loath to think it but she could sympathize with that bitch. Something about his teeth at the back of her neck sent sparks down her spine that went straight to her vagina. She moaned low and long and he almost purred in response.
She was a mess, he was ratcheting up her pleasure as he ground into her. The front of her thighs were hitting the table edge with the force of his thrusts and she knew there would be bruises. The slapping sound of his testicle filled scrotum, heavy with his seed, hitting her legs filled the room.
She had no idea how far away from orgasm he was but she was close. “Sesshomaru,” she ground out haltingly between thrusts. Her voice didn't even sound like her own, it was so far lost in lust.
He retracted his mouth from her neck long enough to speak. “To whom do you belong?” He punctuated his question with sharp trusts making her cry out all the more.
She sucked in air as she tried to form an answer. She wasn't fast enough for his liking and he came to a complete stop. It wasn't just that he stopped but that he'd stopped with only the tip of him touching her opening, not even penetrating her. She cried out in dismay. She suddenly felt hollow, bereft of him. “Sesshomaru...” She could weep, she'd been so close, too close.
“Who?” he asked, more sharply this time.
Her fuddled, pleasure-soaked brain took a minute to catch up. “You!” she practically yelled as she pounded a fist on the table.
He leaned back down slightly. “Mine.”
The possessive word made her pussy drip wantonly. “Yours,” she agreed with a tremble and a nod.
His mouth regained its hold on her neck and she almost sighed in relief when he plunged his phallus all the way back in. The few seconds of emptiness had made her vagina hyper-sensitive and she knew it wasn't going to be long before she went crashing headlong into blinding pleasure.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. Her whole body was focused on what he was doing to her and she began to whimper incoherently. Her walls began to flutter and the tight sharpness of her arousal felt like it was about to break.
His thrusts hitched up in power and speed, and became less even. Suddenly, even before she was expecting it, that tight coil in her belly snapped. White hot ecstasy washed over her in waves, he growled as she shouted his name.
Unbelievably his thrusts continued, even though her contractions were holding onto his member for dear life. His growling increased and finally he came with a roar. She barely felt four canines puncture the soft skin of her neck because of the fire hot semen that was coating her walls and leaking past her cervix into her waiting womb. The stimulation caused her to go into more waves of bliss as another orgasm rocked her body. He paused for a moment through the majority of his ejaculation but then lazily thrust, still fully within her, to milk out the last of what he had to give her.
And what he had to give her was substantial, she could feel it fill her belly and start to slip out past the massiveness of his length and down her leg. She groaned at the dirty feeling, he had taken her and claimed her in every essence, filled her with himself.
His teeth retracted from her neck and she sighed, not at all pained or upset by their intrusion. Her breath came in gasps as aftershocks made pleasant laps through her. Clarity was still a ways off but she still tried to take stock of things.
He was still buried within her, half hard and pulsing. Had he... had they just... gods, that was... amazing. She didn't realize it but that last word had come out of her mouth.
“Indeed,” came that smoky voice behind her.
A smile played on her lips. “Is there something you would like to discuss, Lord Sesshomaru?” she asked playfully, fully in the right mood for it. She tried to look over her shoulder at him but she was having trouble keeping her head up.
He stroked her side idly with one of his hands and hummed in thought. “This Sesshomaru, perhaps should have informed you of his intentions earlier. In defense, my beast sensed your heat when we entered the palace and – ”
“And he sort of made you snap and take me?”
There was silence for a minute and Kagome worried he'd gone to sleep or something. It was a surprise to her when he removed his wilting penis from inside her and flipped her on her back. “Sesshomaru?” The feel of the gloppy stream that followed the exit of his member couldn't even distract her from what she was looking up at.
He was still cradling her in his arms as she laid on the table before him, and if she didn't know better he looked – concerned. “Were the words you spoke to This Sesshomaru true?”
“Words? When?” She was admittedly still a bit foggy.
A brow twitch was her only indication that he didn't like that response. “That you belong to This Sesshomaru.”
Her face softened as understanding dawned on her. She reached up to run her fingers along his cheek and down to cup his tensing jaw. “I was startled by all this but it was not unwelcome. If you want me Sesshomaru, I am yours.”
The tension in his jaw flew away and she drew him down for a lingering kiss. She idly mused that this was the first time they'd kissed. Nothing like doing things out of order. She had to appreciate how good he was even at this, though she wasn't sure there was anything he was bad at. This demon had perfection down to an art form.
He finally withdrew from the kiss and buried his nose in her hair. She smiled, content and happy as she wound her arms around his shoulders.
“Perhaps you would like to reiterate your statement in a more comfortable location?”
She blinked at him as he withdrew from nuzzling her neck. She swallowed. “Um, Sesshomaru, I'm working at the level of 'sex good', 'fire bad', could you please say that one more time in Japanese?”
She was nearly knocked off the table when a smile played at the corner of his lips. “I would like to take you to my room and have my way with you again, possibly many times over.”
Her mouth dropped open and a blush flared on her cheeks. She snapped her mouth shut and simply nodded her head.
He scooped her up in his arms and stood, that was when she felt a breeze on her nether region. “Uh, can I at least put my pants back on to get there?”
He quirked an eyebrow at her and started walking. “No.”
“No?” She was a bit horrified at going through the palace with her everything showing.
“If you remember you soiled them.”
She blushed crimson when she thought back on how this had started. Then she remembered he was also going pants-less. She resisted the urge to look down as he carried her. Plenty of time for that later. She couldn't believe herself, what had he turned her into? “What if someone sees us?”
“They will not. After what took place in the library everyone knows to stay out of our way.”
She smiled at him slyly. “Would you kill someone who looked at me naked?” she teased.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation.
She blinked. “Oh.”
He glanced down at her to see her lost in thought. “I am glad this happened, my Kagome.”
Her eyes snapped to his and he paused. “You called me – ”
“It is your name, is it not?”
“Y-yes, but you've never called me that before.”
That fond look came to his eyes, the one he used to get when he looked at Rin, only different. “Make yourself accustom to me addressing you as such from now on.”
“Oh, okay,” she said a bit blandly. He resumed walking, shifting her to a more comfortable position in his arms. “Do you really want a relationship with me?” she asked tentatively.
“Indeed.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. His single word was all she needed on the subject. It spoke more to her than a thousand declarations of love.
“It is good that you did not reject This Sesshomaru, for my beast, in its exuberance, marked you as our life-mate.” He sounded almost apologetic.
Her eyes bulged in surprise and her head came off his shoulder with a snap. “What!?” She thought that even though they had skipped the 'dinner and a movie' portion of the program they would at least work up to the 'lifelong commitment' part. She swallowed as she studied his face. “Are – are you okay with that?”
He wasn't sure what 'okay' was but he caught the gist of what she was asking. “I am content.” He looked down at her surprised expression. “And you?”
How did she feel? This was, if nothing else, sudden, but she truly cared for this demon and his strange stoic ways. She couldn't deny her fondness or even love for him. Though up until a few minutes ago she hadn't truly considered a relationship between them possible, it hadn't been because she hadn't been interested. She'd simply thought he didn't look at her that way.
He definitely was looking at her that way now! She shuddered a little at the arousing thought. She glanced back up at him and noticed the hardness had returned to his jaw and he was walking a bit more stiffly. “Sesshomaru.” Her voice was soft as she asked him to look at her.
When his eyes found hers again they had a coldness to them that told her she'd waited too long to answer. “Could you be content being mated to a human? I don't want to share you when you decide another demon would be better.”
He stopped just outside his bedroom door. “This Sesshomaru would never betray his mate.” He nuzzled her again. “I would never betray you, Kagome.”
A tear slipped down her cheek at his uncharacteristic emotional honesty and she wound her arms around his neck. “Than I accept your proposal.”
Though he again didn't know what she was talking about her implication was made clear when she kissed him. He kissed her back with force, as if in that kiss he could tell her all the things he had no words for. She responded beautifully as she mewled and held him tighter. He growled, never wanting to let her go, in more ways than one.
The need to withdraw became urgent with the necessity to breath. Kagome smiled up at him and was treated with a small smile of his own. It was a good thing he was holding her because that look would've knocked her off her feet.
“Come,” he practically growled the word as he pushed his way into his room. He set her down carefully on the mat and stood to divest himself of the rest of his clothes.
Kagome leaned back on her hands to watch him. He was naked from the waist down like she was but his hayori still covered all the interesting bits. He held the tie at his waist in alternating hands as he slipped his arms out of the garment, all the while watching her intently.
She pouted slightly from the nonproductive show. Part of her was trembling in apprehension at what she'd see. Not out of fear, this was more like a line they could never uncross. Which was silly really, they had done far more intimate things a few moments prior, but she couldn't help it.
There was another part of her which made her lick her lips in anticipation, a hot, deep part of her that she knew she'd not be denying for long. She wanted to see all of him, none of him would be out of her purview. He was truly going to be hers and that part of her couldn't wait.
When Sesshomaru saw her lick her lips while looking at him he hardened at the mere thought of her pleasure. Never in his long life had any creature aroused him with just a look. He had known for some time now that he'd cared about her. At first it'd been a shock to even be in a friendship of sorts with this human priestess, then when he'd started to desire more from her he'd almost sought a healer thinking he'd gone daft.
The longer he'd been around her the harder it'd become to deny his growing affection, but the last straw came a few months ago when he'd returned to the palace and had picked up an alluring scent. He'd followed his nose to Kagome's rooms. He hadn't needed to even enter when he realized the smells were accompanied by sounds of an erotic nature. He could smell no male, or even female, with her so what she was doing became obvious to him. She made the most seductive noises and before he knew what had hit him he was painfully hard. He'd never found the need to masturbate before that moment.
As he stood there listening to her moans and smelling her enticing aromas he stroked himself. He knew he was out in the open where anyone could walk by but he was beyond caring at that point. Just as he was sure she was coming to her crest he heard her shout his name. It was his undoing. He came hard in his hand, like a adolescent in a bathhouse.
From that moment on he struggled on how to go about approaching her with his interest. Every way that came to his mind sounded like falsehoods. He was starting to become downtrodden. It was all taken out of his hands when he'd come home today. The moment the scent of Kagome's heat, which now permeated his home, hit his nose his beast could stand it no longer.
His beast and he were in full agreement on wanting the female for their own so this severed the tenuous and fragile hold he had on his self-control. Hunting her down was easy, all he had to do was follow his nose. There she was in his library puttering at the desk. All it took was her leaning over the table and presenting her rear, that beautiful shapely rear, and he was a blur of white to get to her.
He'd tried to withhold himself, merely wanting to touch her, but he found his hands on her would not be enough. He did manage to control himself but only just a little. She was perfect, delectable, his.
She was his. Now and for eternity. There would never be another.
Of course he wasn't going to voice these things at this moment, she wasn't ready. He'd simply show her a piece of his soul now, later he'd lay it all bare. She was worthy. She was worth it.
Her eyes grew large as he let go of the last piece of fabric. He was gorgeous. Yes, he was well endowed – she'd felt that already so, not a surprise – it was the whole package that took her breath away. Every muscle, every stripe, spoke of controlled power. He was perfection, she was humbled in his presence.
She started to doubt, and unconsciously pulled her hayori a little tighter around herself.
Sesshomaru sank to his knees at her feet, full of concern. “What is wrong? This Sesshomaru will not hurt you.” He had noticed her almost pained and fearful expression.
She blinked at him. “I didn't think you were going to hurt me.”
“Than what is it?” He reached out and took one of her hands in his.
She looked at their entwined hands. “You're beautiful. I... I can't compete.”
He was confused. “Compete with what?”
She couldn't believe he was this dense. Did he not know how he looked? “To you!” She motioned to his body. “You're perfection and I'm... well, plain old me!”
Realization dawned on him and he was blown away. “Do you not know? Has no one ever told you?” He leaned her back onto the futon and stretched out over her, resting his body gently against hers.
“Know what?” She avoided his eyes, still feeling self-conscious.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. He refrained from answering until she looked at him again, when she did he gave her a soft smile that sent her heart fluttering. “Kagome, you are the most beautiful creature I have seen in my long life.”
She gasped at the honesty she saw in his face. He was never this unguarded with anyone. “You only say that because you feel something for me so that makes me seem prettier than I am. You'll get over it. InuYasha used to say –”
She was cut off by a vicious snarl. “He will not be spoken of in our bed!” Sesshomaru growled. He relaxed his body again when he sensed her fear. “Do you know This Sesshomaru for telling falsehoods?”
She shook her head no, not able to speak right then.
“I have seen a fair number of females in my time, both demon and human, and none, none, of them compare to the beauty that is Kagome Higurashi.” He saw that she was about to protest again but he stopped her with a kiss. This kiss was slow moving and sensual, he took his time letting her know how he felt and getting her back into a more positive frame of mind. By the time he was done she was a trembling puddle of goo.
“I will endeavor to show you every day for the rest of our lives just how amazingly beautiful you truly are.” His voice was almost a purr in his arousal and he noticed her shudder again at the sound. He kissed her chastely before adding. “I will do it every hour if that is what you require.”
Her eyes widened. Did Sesshomaru make a joke? And a dirty joke at that. She thought about what he'd said and even though she may not in her heart believe him he at least viewed her this way. She guessed that was all that was needed. She relaxed and looped her arms around his neck lazily and smiled up at him. “Convince me.”
He did not need further urging. He sat up slightly and her arms fell back to the mat as she watched him. He pealed back the layers of her hayori like he was opening a fragile gift. He pulled the fabric apart just enough to run one finger down her sternum all the way to her bellybutton.
An almost wicked grin fixed on his face before he dipped his head down to reversely trace the same path with his tongue. She moaned at the feeling, trying to stay still under his onslaught. He pushed back the garment exposing her breasts to his sight. She flushed pink but didn't try to stop him. His hands came up to cup her mounds, giving them both a gentle squeeze.
“Perfect,” he murmured as he felt the weight of both of them. Her nipples strained hard from her skin, tender and eager to be touched. He pinched one tip between two of his fingers and she gasped. When he started rolling it between said fingers she nearly came off the mat.
“Sesshomaru,” she gasped as his other hand squeezed her breast to press her back down.
Her sounds were exciting him but that small taste he'd had of her skin was begging for a second. He leaned over her and took one of the dusky nipples in his mouth. He licked the tip then sucked hard. One day soon he hoped to see their offspring suckling at her as he was. He was oddly excited to soon be tasting her life-giving milk, though there was another milk he was looking to taste before that.
He opened his mouth wider, grazing one of his fangs on her nipple, before he sucked most of her breast into his mouth. Just when she thought she might orgasm from this alone he switched breasts. He started on the next one by licking the entirety of her aureola and nipple then he blew on it. She cried out and her nipple stiffened with an almost sharp pain. He soothed her by gently laving the area again with his hot tongue.
After one more round of that torture he mercifully took the breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, eliciting more cries from the miko. Her hands surged up and her fingers wove into his hair. She held him there as he worshiped her breast. She had never realized that such pleasure could be had from just this sort of touch. Her mind was being blown... again.
When he thought her breasts were adequately attended to he moved further south. He paused on his way down to place a series of tender kisses over her womb, sending up silent prayers for the souls of their future children.
Kagome lifted her head off the mat when she noticed his change in speed to see what he was doing. She observed his delicate ministrations, and his intention was immediately clear to her. Tears sprang to her eyes at the flood of emotion that hit her. He wanted children? More importantly, he wanted them with her? She was floored.
He had always been the human and hanyu hating demon lord, too good to give others the time of day. Now he'd taken as his mate a human and he desired still what would come of their union! He loved her this much?
Sesshomaru looked up when he smelled her tears, disturbed at their suddenness. “Kagome?” He moved up and back over her as he brushed hair away from her face trying to ascertain how she was feeling. She didn't seem sad or in pain, her tears were confusing him.
She gave him a watery smile and placed a hand on his cheek. “I'm fine. These are happy tears.”
He withheld the audible sigh of relief. He kissed the palm of her hand. “Tell me?” He wanted to understand, he wanted to know all of her.
She answered his inquiry with a question. “You want children with me even though they will be hanyu?”
The worries that had been nagging at the back of his mind floated away. “Every child produced from your body will be perfect, demon, hanyu, or human matters not. They will be ours.”
He said that last phrase with such conviction she nearly started crying again. To stave off the waterworks she pulled him in for a bruising kiss. She wasn't sure exactly when it'd happened but at that moment she realized she loved him. All of him, forever.
He broke the kiss to nuzzle her neck, he'd never been this happy. Before this he wasn't sure he knew what happiness was. He tipped his head up to look at her. No words were needed before he continued on his former route.
He playfully ran his tongue around her navel and gave a kiss to both of her hip bones. She shivered as his silver hair drifted across her skin. He noticed and purposefully dragged it across her again. She suppressed a moan as it tickled her.
He took a deep inhale and could smell her arousal mixed with his spend from earlier. He growled low, it was the most glorious thing he'd smelled. It made him feel powerful and connected, he could see what his great and terrible father had seen all those years ago. The dog general had tried to tell him, this was true power, right here he knew he'd protect Kagome forever and together they would be unbeatable. Not that he desired for that type of conquest any longer he simply knew the connection they shared would be unbreakable. It was a heady, powerful feeling.
He took a languid lick of the inside of her thigh, still avoiding her apex. The flavor that burst on his tongue was unlike the skin of her breasts. This was mixed with the flavors of their combined orgasms. If he wasn't already as hard as a steel bar that would've done it.
He could hold back no longer and he drove his tongue into her vaginal opening. Kagome nearly came off the mat, she would've if his large hands hadn't held her down. She cried out and covered her face with her hands. The feelings were too much.
He growled loudly as he lapped up her flavor, the feeling of it shot through Kagome's core. The sounds she was making were heating his blood and egging him on. He angled up the tip of his tongue to rub along her insides, tickling that one spot that drove her crazy. Kagome's back arched off the floor as he held her lower half down.
She offhandedly mused that his tongue was longer than she expected it to be. Not that she was complaining. Nope, no complaints here. She'd have to award his tongue for best supporting actor. Next to that very fine and “upstanding member” of this little play. She bit her lip to hold in her giddy laughter, she didn't think her partner would appreciate her humor.
The demon lord missed her sudden mirth as his focus remained on his task. He had to rhythmically press his hips into the futon to ease the building ache in his groin. He couldn't wait to be inside her again but for now he would show her pleasure like she was unaccustomed to.
“Sesshomaru!” she cried out. She could feel her peak coming again and she was having trouble breathing. He opened his mouth wider and his fangs brushed her clitoris. She came unglued, thrashing and crying his name repeatedly.
He drank all that she had to offer as he continued stimulating her for a prolonged orgasm. He purred at her taste mixed a little with himself. It was dirty, messy, and he loved it. He knew she was not the delicate lady of court, and though she wasn't a demonness either, he knew she could take things a little rougher. He couldn't wait to see how far they could push things, but that was for another time.
He moved up so his head was level with her chest to watch her recover from her blissful state. It was a boost to his pride to see her completely unfocused expression. He amused himself as he waited by sucking on her nipples again. He really did love her breasts.
When she had fully recovered he moved up to hover over her. She looked up into his golden eyes as he brushed some hair off her damp skin. No words were needed at this point. She reached down between them and grasped his length, eliciting a groan from him. Her small hand couldn't even fit all the way around.
She stroked him until his member quivered in her hand. He rested his forehead against hers as he tried to maintain his composure. “Kagome.” Only one word and she was guiding his phallus to her waiting opening. He helped by shifting his hips forward as he sank into her warmth. He angled his hips from side to side, getting a better seat. He paused for a moment as they both savored the sensations. She was so tight, like she'd been made to fit just him.
He gave a sharp jab of his hips and she groaned loudly. “Oh, Sesshomaru, you feel amazing.” Her eyes closed in bliss.
He licked her cheek to get her to look at him. “Likewise, my lady.” His eyes studied hers as he gave a few shallow thrusts.
She was having trouble maintaining the eye contact he seemed to desire. She wasn't sure what was so different about this time but this all seemed to feel better. She shook her head as he continued his shallow light thrusting. She did know what was different this time. This time she knew the feelings behind this. He wasn't sating a need with her, he was loving her.
Tears welled in her eyes again and he paused looking down at her. She smiled, unable to speak again but she pulled him in for another kiss. This time he didn't let her power through it, he took them slowly through the kiss. He made her taste him as he tasted her. She could even taste her juices, still spicy on his tongue.
He thrust his hips in rhythm with his tongue and she was powerless under his assault. She tipped her head back so he could get a better angle and just let herself feel. She never imagined this, true she had fantasies like every other woman, but the real Sesshomaru one after another blew them all away. He truly was the Killing Perfection.
He finally broke the kiss and speared her harder with himself. She cried out in surprise and elation. He lifted her hips with one hand as he balanced on the other. He was so far in she felt like he might come out her mouth. She shivered at her own mind's imagery. He varied his thrust so that when she was about the get used to one pace he'd slow or speed, go deep or shallow. He was driving her crazy.
As hard as she'd come before she could tell that the orgasm that was building was going to kill her. At the very least it would leave her brain-dead. She gasped and gripped his shoulders like a lifeline. She was so close, too close.
“When you are like this I want to stay inside you forever. Exquisite.”
She didn't know how he could possibly be forming words at a time like this. She whimpered and clawed down his chest making him hiss and shudder as her nails passed over his nipples. There, that will teach him.
He grinned, predatory and hot, and she quivered around him at the look. He sat back on his haunches, never breaking his rhythm. The hand not holding her hip went to the apex of her thighs. He rubbed her clitoris hard and she cried out, her back coming off the mat.
“Break for me. Let me feel you lose yourself as you take me and all that This Sesshomaru has to give.”
His words were her undoing. Her orgasm came hard and she clamped brutally around his member, so much so he cried a short barking cry which was lost in her scream of ecstasy.
He could only push through a few more short thrusts before he threw back his head and roared his completion. As before he coated her and filled her to the brim and beyond.
He collapsed down on top of her, catching himself on his elbows. They were curtained in by his slightly damp hair as they both breathed hard.
She hadn't gotten to see him during his last orgasm so she took the time to study him with her hazy vision. She never thought he could be any more beautiful than he'd been, but she'd been wrong. What had she done to deserve this gorgeous male? Sure she saved the world, but that couldn't have been enough for this prize.
She lifted her hands to his face, tracing the markings lightly with her fingers. His eyes came to hers and she smiled softly. His eyes slid shut and he turned his head to kiss her palm. She was touched by the intimate action. She shifted her hips and found he was still seated within her, they both groaned.
He slipped his arms underneath her, wrapping himself around her. He kissed her neck, occasionally giving it a small nip.
She sighed, content to stay where she was forever. “Sesshomaru?” He looked at her again. “I... I think I love you.” She shook her head. “No, I'm sure I love you.”
She feared for a minute that he wouldn't say anything, or that it would be something like 'rightfully so' or some other egotistical crap.
He brushed some of her hair behind her ear. “And I you, Kagome.”
The End Is Just The Begining.
A/N: Don't shoot me for the weird ending. If I don't stop it there I'll have them going back at it like bunnies again. Give them a break.
I don't know if you noticed that star near the beginning of this story but that was where the story was going to end. He was going to walk away from her and leave her confused and frustrated. That was going to be the only way it would've gone into the other story it was meant for. I usually write PG13 rated or below stories so you can imagine this would not have worked in one of those.
Honest to Pete I was going to stop this again when they were walking to his room. This thing got away from me and took on a life of its own. Before I knew what was happening it went from a paragraph to over ten typed pages.
Like I said I usually don't write this type of thing and especially ones this explicit. Let me know if you have and comments or suggestions. Thank you.
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