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Sess would spend a lot more time naked.
Sesshomaru found himself flushing
lightly as he read Kagome-sama’s fantasy. It wasn’t because of how explicit it
was, but because of the implied trust and caring between them. In a way it was
rather sweet, even in spite of the evidence of her obvious dominance and
control over her lover. She’d fantasised about comforting and reassuring him
when he was scared of the power she held over him, and then about just sleeping
and being held by him while she slept.
He hid the written fantasy away
with his own fantasy, and his other secrets, when he sensed his consort
arriving. And he reminded himself that he’d agreed to submit to the other in
bed, and so it was his duty to do so. Even if it would be hard after reading
how the Miko would treat him if he’d been submitting to *her*, rather than to
Karritarous.
“Tell me she wasn’t trying to bed
you!” Karritarous gripped Sesshomaru by the upper arms as he made the demand,
Sesshomaru didn’t try to fight the other youkai’s grip, instead he relaxed into
it, calming his consort slightly.
“She wasn’t trying to bed me. Nor
was I seeking to bed her, this private meeting was *my* idea recall, I needed
to check some things with her. Female matters.” The last two words would
silence the other far more easily than anything else could, and Sesshomaru did
have reason to talk about such things. But in case that wasn’t enough he bent
his head to nuzzle at his cousin’s arm, and modified his glamour to show his
arousal, letting Karritarous think it was for him, and the position he’d been put
in. With a youkai who had more magic he wouldn’t have risked it, because the
change in his glamour would reveal too much about it, including the fact that
it existed when there should have been no reason for it to, but since his
second cousin was a pure fighter almost, it didn’t matter.
“I know you’re female as well as
male. The way you’ve been dressing recently makes that very clear, but I still
forget you have to worry about those things. You never said why you’ve dressed
as a Miko – it’s a bit...inappropriate, isn’t it?” Sesshomaru’s actions seemed
to have worked; Karritarous had released him, and stepped back a bit.
Sesshomaru took the opportunity to curl up on his bed, encouraging his consort
to think about the other uses for a bed.
“Perhaps, but it reminds my court
that I have magic close enough to rival a Miko, and nothing else seems to get
me any respect from them since I gave birth.” He let a smile play over his
lips. “You seem to be doing much better in learning politics than I expected.”
“You might get more respect if
you didn’t pay more attention to our son than a full female would. No one can
understand why you don’t get a nurse to look after him.”
“I will eventually, but…” He
didn’t expect his cousin to understand. “Are you going to take me now?” It was
the only thing Karritarous wanted from him, his body.
“We’ll try something different
this one time. I’m going to let you top me. I suggest you make it good.” From
his smile Karritarous didn’t think that Sesshomaru could, he knew that he couldn’t
do the sort of thing his cousin did to him, but the sort of thing Kagome-sama
had written about…
“Strip for me, make it appealing,
then come kneel in front of me.” Sesshomaru surreptitiously searched for the
oil, and one of the toys his cousin had used on him as his order was obeyed.
“You may undress me; kiss my skin
as it is exposed.” Karritarous was good at that, building Sesshomaru’s arousal
despite his growing discomfort with this role. He realised just *why* his
cousin had decided on doing things this way – he was making sure Sesshomaru
realised that he didn’t really *like* dominating anyone sexually.
Unnecessarily, the fantasy he’d written out for Kagome-sama, and the one he’d
just read had brought that home to him.
“Prepare yourself for me, and use
that to keep yourself open for me.” He tossed the toy and bottle of oil at his
consort once the other stepped back. “Put on a show.”
Karritarous looked a bit lost at
being told to do something Sesshomaru had had to do a number of times for him,
but he obeyed, even if he didn’t do very well. He was just a little bit too
businesslike about it for the sight to be truly arousing, and he certainly
didn’t play with the plug as Sesshomaru would have. Sesshomaru noticed that his
lover was barely aroused, so he decided to take Kagome-sama’s solution, pushing
Karritarous down and using his mouth to bring him to arousal, before adding a
cock ring to keep him that way.
“Use your mouth to pleasure me,
focus on my female parts, not the male ones.” If he climaxed in his female
parts it felt different to when he climaxed in the male parts, he’d learned
that since he’d been with Karritarous, and he preferred climaxing as a female
would, because he could climax more often that way. Three times before he
decided to call a stop to it, even though his cousin wasn’t very good at what
he was doing.
“Bend over the end of the bed.”
He didn’t bother with art, he just took his consort, although he did manage to
angle to the right spot to arouse Karritarous more. He was glad that his cousin
wasn’t one of those males who found that sort of thing unbearably painful; that
would have stopped him dead. He only released the cock ring when Karritarous
started to beg, and he allowed himself to climax then.
“Clean me up; if you do a good
job I’ll let you take me. As if I were in heat.” That wasn’t Karritarous’
favourite type of sex, but it seemed to work as motivation. Afterwards he used
one of his odd little spells to clean them both up, and pulled his consort into
bed with him.
“Sleep now.”
~~~***0***~~~
Kagome didn’t know what was
bothering her, she’d already *known* that Sess was submissive and had always
been submissive, but for some reason it was bothering her more to see it in
this Sesshomaru more than it did when she saw it in Sess, her lover, and likely
mate in the future. Perhaps it was because in this time she was used to seeing
him as the Taiyoukai, a power in his own right, and in her own he was a pretty
bedtoy for her, and that was all he really wanted to be. But then…she had the
feeling that his own court were subtly disrespecting him, and slipping from his
control, just because he’d given birth, or for some other reason? And the way
she’d heard that Karritarous treated Sesshomaru in bed troubled her for some
reason, and she couldn’t figure out why.
Suddenly it hit her, and she
laughed. She was pissed because Karritarous was abusing her property, and
because he could only do that as a result of the orders she’d given Sesshomaru.
She felt as if she should be coming to his rescue, and punishing the other
youkai for hurting him, but she couldn’t. If she did then she’d destroy any
hopes he had of controlling his people again, and she *needed* a stable ruler
here, to keep a little bit of order while she was hunting the fragments of the
Shikon no Tama. And dealing with Karritarous properly would ruin her hopes of
having an at least semi-decent successor after him.
She couldn’t do much, but if she
could bolster Sesshomaru in any way she would, and she’d always give him a
listening ear, and whatever emotional support she could, she vowed it. And at
least she was going to do something to make sure Sess wouldn’t be raped, she
could free him of one fear that the fantasy he’d written for her revealed, even
if he hadn’t realised it.
Kagome shook her head in
dismissal, and then went to practise her archery. She *did* do some simple
target shooting, but it wasn’t an entirely accurate representation of real
combat, and she needed that more. There were a couple of youkai watching her,
especially after she began to try shooting while she was doing minor evasive
manoeuvres, rolling and leaping as she shot. She didn’t do as well that way,
but well enough.
“You!” She pointed to the nearest
youkai. “I want you to throw some targets for me. Don’t warn me when you’re
going to throw them.” The targets in question were clay balls, the size of
Kagome’s clenched fist, just about the size of a heart. “No more than two in
the air at a time.”
The youkai obeyed without
question, probably because of her confident tone of voice, and she spent a
pleasurable half hour shooting the targets, first in a simple stance, then
adding in some of the evasive moves she’d used before. She only stopped when
she sensed Sesshomaru’s near awe at her skill. Turning she realised that he
finally seemed to have decided he trusted a nurse to take care of Ranmaru, and
it was a relief.
She put her bow away, packing it
carefully, and walked over to speak with him.
“Did you enjoy the display
Sesshomaru-sama?”
“Yes, you are very skilled
Kagome-san.” She could sense him putting up a shield against anyone overhearing
them, and did the same. “Do you think Rin would be able to learn how to use the
bow from what you have seen of her?”
“If you can get her a proper
teacher I expect so. I had to learn by experience, and lots of practice. Sess,
what did you think of the fantasy I left for you to read?”
“It was beautiful. You put so
much emphasis on the emotional connections that it shamed me. I…used it to help
me when Karritarous decided to get me to top, as a guideline. I couldn’t do the
things he does to me.” He was blushing, and Kagome decided to let the question
lie.
“Take whatever pleasure you can.
We’ll have to leave tomorrow; I don’t really like staying in one place for too
long.”
“Very well. I appreciate your
willingness to teach Rin.” He smiled at her as they took their wards down.
“It is my duty, and a pleasure. I
will bring some books to help her study while I cannot the next time I come to
visit you Sesshomaru-sama.”
~~~***0***~~~
Sess knelt in his master’s
bedroom, doing the final work on the kimono he’d been creating for her over the
last ten years. He’d collected the finest silk he could find, in shades of
blue, purple and red, and prepared the patterns from what he remembered of her
size, doing the embroidery first, but he hadn’t been able to get the final
measurements until now. He knew that these measurements weren’t ideal, but they
would be close enough to what he remembered as her adult shape that she would
still be able to wear each kimono in a hundred years or more if it held up well
enough. And the skills he’d learned to do this could be used as often as he
needed to create traditional outfits fit for a Miko as important as his master.
It wasn’t often important, but it could matter, and he remembered that she’d
worn a formal kimono very like the one he was working on now when she’d claimed
him, publicly. She’d also brought back a number of traditional Miko’s outfits,
about five or six, and ten to twelve yukata, along with the appropriate
underthings, and perhaps half as many outfits for him, representing incredible
wealth in that time.
She was due back tomorrow, and he
thought he could get these finished by then. He wanted these outfits all made
near totally by hand, the yukata he could use a machine for, but it *felt*
important that he sew his master’s kimono by hand, he didn’t know *why*, but it
was. He’d been sleeping in her bed while she was gone, to get her scent, as
well as he could, and after all if a body slave was left behind while his
master travelled it was usual for him to sleep in his master’s bed, to keep
others from touching him. They were often left caged or chained in some way as
well, but Kagome-sama didn’t seem to realise that. Perhaps he should have told
her, but he did not wish to displease her, and he suspected that knowledge
would anger her.
He heard his master’s name, on a
strange human boy’s lips. Her family name, not her personal name, but from the
way he was inquiring about her…
Sess stood and made his way to
the living room where his master’s mother was dealing with her apparent suitor
– presumably unwelcome, but he could ask about that later.
“Minako-dono,” it wasn’t as high
an honorific as he afforded to his master, but still showed that she was his
better, “if I might ask, who is this boy, who inquires so insistently about
Kagome-sama?”
“Oh, Sess-kun, this is Hojo-kun,
a friend of Kagome’s from school.”
“Has Kagome-sama shown any
interest in his suit? Or is this the one her friends think would please her and
are falsely encouraging? I had thought that was why Kagome-sama took them to
visit Shinigami’s, to discourage them.”
“What exactly is Shinigami’s? I
don’t think Kagome said.”
“Kagome-sama?” The human boy
sounded too shocked to do anything, when he got to the point of demanding an
answer *then* Sess would pay attention to him.
“One of the less outrageous of
the BDSM clubs she has membership in, it’s automatic with her status as a Miko,
Minako-dono. Her status allowed her to make sure that her friends would not be
molested, but I think she was a bit unhappy about how they treated the slave
serving them.”
“What do you mean? Is
Higurashi-san a Miko? And slavery’s illegal!”
“Yes, Kagome-sama is a very
powerful Miko, but mostly untrained. That’s the real reason she misses so much
school, training as a Miko is more important.” It was a lie that they’d agreed
on if it became necessary. “And as for slavery, I’m Kagome-sama’s body slave,
which means among other things, that I make her clothes, help her dress, do her
hair and make-up, and warm her bed when she wishes it, by my own free choice.
It is a sub-culture you could never really join, not fully, and it is something
Kagome-sama needs.” Just a touch of magic was all he needed to allow Sess to
discourage any further inquiries, and totally prohibit any revelations on the
boy’s part.
“That’s sick!”
“It is how I choose to live, and
what better expression of trust could I give to her? She wrote a fantasy of
hers out for me once, I…was in another relationship at the time, and I thought
her fantasies would be like the actions of that other, focused on the control I
would willingly give to her, on taking it by force, unnecessary as that would
have been. Instead they were focused on how she would care for me, and treasure
me. Nothing had ever made me feel valued in the way reading her words did
then.” This was beyond the boy’s comprehension, but it seemed to make
Minako-dono feel much happier about his relationship with Kagome-sama. This
‘Hojo’ was going to leave, anyway, so…
“Minako-dono, might I return to
preparing Kagome-sama’s kimono?”
“Go ahead Sess-kun, but remember
I want to see them when you’ve finished.”
“I have already completed three
outfits. It would be nice if I could display them, or one at least, on some
sort of stand…” He let the hint trail off, uncertain whether he’d exceeded his
place or not.
“I think I’ve got something
appropriate, we can see later.”
“Yes Minako-dono.” He bowed, and
returned to his sewing.
~~~***0***~~~
“I’m home!” Kagome was looking
forward to the pampering Sess always did for her when she got back to her time.
Her family had never done that for her, but they kept her secrets and that was
far more important. She was paying the price for doing her duty in how it
affected her schoolwork, but she had to, even though she knew it disappointed
her mother terribly. But her school work had been improving since she learned
about Sess, and since she’d made that deal with Inuyasha. This time she had
three weeks to study, doing it this way made it much easier for her to catch
and keep up. But she still felt guilty about leaving the others behind in the
Sengoku Jidai even if they could find shards using the maps she’d marked before
she left. Still, it was an improvement for them on what they could do without her;
she kept on reminding herself of that.
“Hello Kagome. How long will you
be back this time?” That was always the first question her mother asked. It
shouldn’t have been, not since Sess had a list of when she’d be gone, and when
she’d be returning, but it was. Perhaps she felt better to actually hear
Kagome’s plans from her, instead of second hand. It had always made Kagome feel
better to hear her mother tell her she’d be fine when she was ill than anything
else.
“Three weeks this time, we
collected fifteen shards, we’re getting closer and pretty soon Naraku will have
the only other shards left.”
“What will you do then?” Her
mother sounded frightened, she couldn’t blame her.
“We’ll have to fight him of
course. But you don’t need to worry, from what Sess said we’ll win, somehow. I
don’t know how, but I won’t let him have the Shikon no Tama, no matter what the
cost is.”
“That doesn’t exactly reassure
me. You’re telling me that you’ll *die* if you have to so that you can keep the
Shikon no Tama away from this Naraku. I should be proud that you’re willing to
give up so much to protect the world, but all I can feel is fear, fear of
losing you to save the world from an enemy I know nothing about.”
“It isn’t like that. I *know*
that I’m not going to die in killing Naraku. After all Sess wears my insignia,
and I haven’t marked him back in the Sengoku Jidai, I can’t, not until his son
is ten years old. I made a promise. So I have to have survived long enough to
formally mark him and claim him as mine. And he’s said a few things about my
keeping him as my pet and bed slave for a number of years after that. From the
way he put it, it sounded as if I go to live back then full-time after I
claimed him. It makes sense I guess, back then claimed youkai were often killed
for being weak so I’d have to stay to protect him.”
“So in ten years time we’ll lose
you, forever.”
“I…don’t know. You know that Sess
is reluctant to tell us too much about the future as it is for us. But unless
the Well is sealed again I can come back for visits, just as if I’d moved to America
or something.”
“And you’re certain it won’t be
sealed?”
“I can’t be certain, but I know
that *I* won’t seal it, and neither will Inuyasha. You’ll have ten years with
me. I know it’s not really enough, but can’t you leave tomorrow’s problems for
tomorrow? I don’t want to ruin my time with you by worrying about what will be,
what must be.”
“I suppose so. In some ways it
feels as if you’re the older of us two, some of your attitudes are vaguely
old-fashioned even as I see it. And you see the long view so much more easily
than I do.” That was vaguely disturbing, that her mother could think of her
that way. “Oh, go on up to see Sess, I know you want to. He’s got a surprise
waiting for you.”
Given that permission Kagome ran
up the stairs to her bedroom.
~~~***0***~~~
Sess finished setting the most
elaborate of the kimono up on the stand Minako-dono had found for him,
arranging the series of under-kimono so that you could just see the edge of the
sleeve of each of them, just as Kagome-sama returned through the Well. He
settled to his knees to wait for her, sitting seiza as a compromise between
what he felt he should do to show his respect for his master, and what she was
comfortable with. She’d tried ordering him *not* to show his respect for her in
any way, but then, when she realised how uncomfortable that made him
Kagome-sama had been generous enough to consider his needs. He knew just how
lucky he was to belong to her. When he heard her start to run up the stairs he
bowed his head and waited for her arrival, which she announced with a gasp of
pleasure.
“It’s beautiful Sess. I can’t
imagine how much it must have cost.”
“Less than you would think
Kagome-sama.” Body slaves were often granted the privilege of speaking more
freely to their master than most did, and Kagome-sama was generous even by that
standard. “I made your kimono myself. The others are in the new trunk at the
foot of your bed.”
“I didn’t know you were so
talented. Would you like me to try that one on now?”
“Whatever pleases you best
Kagome-sama.”
“Perhaps not.” She laughed and
bent to kiss him. Sess had learned that this master enjoyed his responding as
much as Karritarous had, and so he didn’t hesitate to caress her tongue with
his own, even if she remained the aggressor. When she stood back up, pulling
away from him a whine of disappointment escaped his lips, and he blushed as she
smiled down at him.
“That’s far too formal to wear
just around the house. Perhaps if I’m invited to a formal occasion or
something, but…do you think Mom would like to see me in it?”
“Minako-dono asked me to show her
all of the kimono I made before I put them away for you. I’m sure it would
please her to see how beautiful you are in that one.”
“Then you can help me change into
it. *After* you’ve shown me the others and I’ve had a bath.”
“As you wish, Kagome-sama.” It
was just as easy to crawl to the trunk to open it, so that’s what he did. “I
packed the kimono as full outfits, but of course if you choose to match them
differently that is your right.” He explained as he pulled them out one at a
time, listening with pleasure to her words of approval and admiration.
“But I won’t be able to wear any
of these for normal use – I wouldn’t *dare*.”
“Why not?” If they pleased her
and showed her beauty wasn’t that all that mattered?
“What if I spilled something on
them, or tore them or something?”
“Kagome-sama, one of the obscure
spells I learned while I was Taiyoukai in name only – well, it was obscure at
the time anyway – worked to repair minor damage in clothes perfectly. It’s
fairly well-known now, and it gets used by almost all body slaves, but back
then I was one of the only youkai who knew that spell. I used it to keep my
white silks spotless.”
“Oh, thank you. But they still
aren’t appropriate for normal wear.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.
Would you like to wash me?”
“Please Kagome-sama.” Sess
followed her to the bathroom and served her as she directed. Then once they’d
returned to her bedroom he dressed her in the kimono he’d set up on display, to
show Minako-dono.
~~~***0***~~~
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