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The Demon's Ball	By : KPO4 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 20326 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The training grounds covered a huge expanse of land at Umbra. She followed the noise of an excited crowd gathering.
She weaved her way through the crowd until she neared the front.
A high-pitched squeal of metal hitting metal rang out over the grounds. Two familiar figures slashed at each other, the swords glinting in the sun.
‘Oops,’ she pivoted to hurry away from the scene of Shinji and Inuyasha practicing their sword play.
A clawed hand shot out from the crowd and wrapped around her wrist. She was pulled into a cloud of soft white downy fur. She felt a rush of wind before she was suddenly released. A bit disoriented, she looked around only to find herself back inside the throne room. She turned her gaze upwards to meet the displeased golden eyes of her captor.
“The distress you leave in the wake of your existence makes you rather easy to locate.”
She could only grin sheepishly.
He held her at arm’s length. “This rancid perfume of prepubescent male youkai you’re wearing leaves much to be desired.”
She pursed her lips, “Okay okay already, sorry.”
“You’re free to do as you wish but it would be best if you behave with some discretion in the future,” Sesshoumaru gestured towards the throne, “As this was almost introduced to the Southern nobility as your highness.”
Kagome winced, the drooling prone figure of the guard she’d knocked out was sloppily falling off the chair, still hastily shoved into the gaudy kimono she’d left him in.
“Ah, ehehe…” she timidly laughed.
He sighed and took her hand, pulling her towards the door.

Sesshoumaru had felt the girl curiously observing him during the past week but he’d done his best to ignore her and keep himself busy with his work. However when she’d wandered to the training grounds, the nagging tingling sensation told him to follow and retrieve. When he returned to the Western Palace, he’d re-imprint on something else immediately. Something that didn’t move. A stool or something.
He followed her path from the unconscious cross-dressing guard in the throne room to an unconscious water dragon on the training grounds; he’d have to reevaluate the security. He found her feminine scent quickly, though it was layered and mixed with the pungent sweat of the two comatose males he’d encountered previously. She was about to dart away again when he finally caught her, couldn’t she stay still for even a second?
In moments, he orbed them safely back into the throne room. His enjoyment of the alluring scent of her skin was muddied with the scent of unmated fledglings.
He took her hand and led her through the familiar maze of halls.
“Lord Sesshoumaru?” She gripped his hand and jogged to try and keep up with his long unbroken stride.
“Hnn,” he was listening, his hand moving to enlace their fingers for a better grip.
“Our destination?” She didn’t seem to notice the change in her haste to keep up.
“Rin will arrive soon. And though the smell of burgeoning male hormones may be tolerable to you, it would be rather offensive if you were to transfer the stench to her.”
He glanced at his master’s expression; she was pouting now but had picked up her pace in anticipation of seeing his young charge.
They’d finally arrived. He opened the last door and was met with a small changing room. He pulled her to the bench inside and pushed her down onto it.
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“Oooph,” she ungracefully plopped down on as he swiftly pulled the laces of her shoes off and removed them. He loosed the ties on her leather armor and lifted it over her head. The baggy linen top followed closely behind. In one smooth motion, her pants and underwear were stripped off and thrown in the same pile on the floor. Before she had the chance to blush, she was swaddled into the fluffy pelt he kept wrapped around his right shoulder. Over the years, she’d come to understand that youkai were not a shy bunch about baring their skin but this was moving a little too fast.
She grasped the pelt tightly around herself and heard a soft growl from the taiyoukai. In a flash he was undressed and pulling her further into the room. There was a curtain with the crest of the Western Lands on it, he pulled it aside and she gasped at the sight. Giant stones and tall bamboo stood with Japanese maple trees, surrounding the steamy sprawl of blue water that filled the hot springs. There were small groups of youkai littering the corners of the bath. Each side of the enclosure held another entrance to the bath with inscriptions for the Eastern, Northern, and Southern Lands.
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. This time it was her pulling him, she practically ran towards the shower station, eager to clean herself so she could soak into the heavenly release of the hot springs. She ducked underneath a small overhead spout and pulled the rope that held the water back. A wave of cool rainwater that was stored above came crashing down onto her. It was cool and refreshing. Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized the taiyoukai’s pelt was still tightly wrapped around her. It was now soaking wet. She guiltily loosened it a bit and peeked over to what its owner was doing. The Western Lord was preoccupied with his own cleanliness so she eagerly grabbed some soap. If she washed the pelt, he couldn’t possibly get mad at her. In any case, it smelled distinctly like wet dog so it wasn’t as if it couldn’t use a good wash.
She lathered herself and the fur up. She gently massaged the soap into the fur, the longer she did it, the warmer the pelt became. She went down the length of it; the warmth spreading to her skin was glorious. She glanced again at the taiyoukai who had his back rigidly turned towards her and was busily washing his hair. She let her gaze trail along his muscular figure, she loved the way his shoulder blades moved. She wrapped the pelt around her waist, over her shoulder and down her breasts; it was so warm, as if it was alive. She rubbed soup onto the last unwashed end of it. It bubbled up like a loofa. She glanced again at the inuyoukai to make sure he wasn’t watching before she dragged the length of sudsy fur across her body. She basked in the feeling of the silky warm bubbles. She rubbed more soap into it and started to wash her body with it. She could definitely get used to using this luxurious heated sponge for her baths. She paused; the pelt was getting warmer, almost hot to the touch. She felt it tighten around her body.
‘Oh no, will this thing shrink? Is it dry-clean only?’ She panicked and rushed to rinse it. As she stepped under the flowing water she felt the end she’d just finished washing wrap around her inner thigh. She gently tried to untangle it but it wouldn’t budge. Suddenly she became very aware under its tight grip that it was pulsing. Very distinctly, like a heartbeat.
She looked up as she heard a light splash as Sesshoumaru already entered the hot spring. She hastened to join him. She tried to loosen the pelt one more time but it couldn’t be persuaded so she entered the spring with it still wrapped around her.
“Lord Sesshoumaru,” she pulled at the length that had secured itself to her inner thigh, trying to readjust its grip, “I can’t get this off.”
Suddenly she felt it move, very slowly unwinding from her shoulder, one end of it had loosened its hold.
He inspected it, grimacing, “you’ve washed it very thoroughly.”
She bit her lip, “uhh…what exactly is this anyway?” She pointed towards the length still wrapped around her breasts.
“A small portion of my demonic energy that exists in a corporeal form,” he said dismissively through gritted teeth.
“Lord Sesshoumaru, is this a part of you?”
“I suppose one could call it a tail,” he scowled.
Her eyes widened, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She desperately tried to wiggle out of it, to no avail.
“Stop. Moving.” He looked like he was in physical pain.
She was suddenly very aware of the pulsing heat coming from the fur. The end that had come to wrap around her leg slithered northward. She felt it gently brush against her lower lips.
She gasped and grabbed hold of the stoic taiyoukai, “Oh my god it’s moving.”
His clawed hands came up to grab her hips, squeezing down. The tip of the pelt now swayed around her entrance, teasing her. She squirmed.
She fell into his chest and looked up to meet his gaze. His golden eyes were tinged pink, his hands pulled her hips into his.
“Be still,” she could tell he was desperately concentrating to gain control.
A dangerous and threatening aura was starting to seep from the taiyoukai, causing all the other visitors to the spring to scramble out and exit through their respective curtains.
She saw a submerged rock and pulled him towards it to sit. He obeyed but pulled her into his lap until she little choice but to straddle him. He gently began to peel the tail away from her. He unwound it from her breasts, his fingers lingered, gently brushing against her nipples.
She hissed, his touch almost burned. The tail loosened around her waist and he continued unwinding further and further downwards. He reached the last of it, which had twisted itself around her inner thigh and refused to budge. His finger sought out the end, which had continued to brush softly against her core. It weaved out of his grasp and nestled itself firmly against her lower lips. The tip threatened to enter her, just barely kissing her wet entrance.
Sesshoumaru hand went down her mound, his palm brushing softly against her clit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Hoping beyond hope that the water of the hot spring would drown out the scent of her arousal. Suddenly his tongue was lapping at her neck. His labored breathing came as hot pants against her ear. His fingers explored her, searching for something. What was it again? Then she felt it move and she remembered, the tip of his tail playfully slipping further inside her she felt it pulsate. She moaned and writhed against his palm. His fingers followed, he seized the offender and slowly extracted it.
She languished in its absence. She grabbed his hand that had just finished unwinding the pelt from around her thigh.
“Could I borrow this again sometime?”
He snarled as she smirked. Her eyes widened as he rubbed his hard shaft against her inner thigh.
“My loans carry interest,” he placed his member at her entrance.
They locked eyes, searching each other’s expressions, daring the other to make the first move. She rocked forward softly, bringing her lower lips to his pulsing head. She achingly hovered over him. He growled, his teeth went to her neck.
“Tread very carefully girl, just because this Sesshoumaru has controlled himself until now doesn’t mean restraint comes easily.”
She sneered and lowered herself just a hair further and swirled her hips. “Will it?” she glanced down and back up to lock eyes with him “cum easily?” she provocatively licked her lips.

“LORD SESSHOUMARU!” The familiar shrill voice of the small green imp rang out through the hallway and over the steam covered water. The sound was like an icy cold shower washing over them. It only took a moment for the two to separate. Kagome lifted herself out of the bath; she could hear a splash as the inuyoukai followed her. He lifted his pelt out with him and pushed a powerful burst of energy through it, drying it in an instant. He wrapped it around her again. She welcomed the warm fluffy embrace; she didn’t wish to be naked in front of the imp.

The taiyoukai followed the miko out. The tantalizing scent of her arousal now apparent as she exited the water, he wrapped his fur around her to suppress the fragrance of it.
*Master likes us*
His beast purred. Enjoying the sensation of having his tail wrapped firmly around her.
“Rin!” Kagome, dried and dressed, rushed towards the girl with open arms. The twelve year old was much taller and healthier looking than when she’d saw her last.
“Lady Kagome!” the girl rushed into the miko’s warm embrace where she was lifted up and spun in the air.
‘Phew, that was a lot harder than it was last time.’ She thought as she gratefully placed the girl back on her feet.
Rin smiled brightly at her, “it’s been very long since we last met, hasn’t it?”
Kagome nodded, they’d become very close when the girl was sent to stay with Kaede. Although they’d only spent two months together before Rin had elected to return to the Western Palace.
“Did A-Un bring you?”
“Yes,” she nodded happily, “Master Jaken also came.”
“I’m no afterthought!” The green imp chirped.
Kagome waved the tiny outraged demon away.
“And Kohaku?” The miko asked innocently.
The young girl blushed lightly, “he’s also well.” Kagome knew that the demon slayer in training dropped by to visit the girl occasionally.
She laughed and hugged her young friend tightly.
Evening came and went as the two talked and played with A-Un in the courtyard. Jaken pranced happily out to find them; he obviously had missed the company of his master and was enjoying monopolizing the taiyoukai.
“Lord Sesshoumaru desires your presence for dinner,” the imp pouted, “god knows why.”
“Master Jaken cried all night when Lord Sesshoumaru told him to stay behind last week,” Rin good-naturedly explained.
“RIN!” Jaken howled.
The two girls laughed as they ran inside to wash up before their meal.
They entered the dining room, still giddy from their evening of fun and play. Sesshoumaru was already seated. He gestured to the staff to begin the dinner service. Bowls of hot soup and thinly sliced beef atop rice were quickly whisked out of the kitchen. The two girls eagerly began to eat. Kagome paused as she realized that the taiyoukai was simply watching them eat.
He noticed her gaze. “I don’t eat human food.”
“You can’t or you won’t?” She put down her chopsticks.
“I don’t,” he grunted, now regretting his decision to join them for their meal.
She looked to Rin, “he can’t?” The girl continued to eat, “or he won’t?” she paused and met Kagome’s eyes.
The priestess smirked, “I see.”
She picked up her chopsticks and lifted up a small sliver of beef. Motioning for him to open his mouth.
“Ahhh,” she moved it forward.
*Eat, she desires it* his beast snarled out.
He sighed in resignation as he took the small offering.
Rin watched silently, thoughtfully pondering over the scene.
Later that night, they lay side by side in a feathery plush bed.
“Kagome?”
“Hnn?”
“What is Lord Sesshoumaru to you?”
“Hm,” she wondered, “I suppose a friend?”
The younger girl turned onto her side to face her. “You’re the empress now, there will be many suitors coming to visit you.”
“I suppose there might” she hesitated, wondering where this conversation was leading.
“Lord Sesshoumaru is very powerful…”
“He is.”
“He’s very generous…”
“I guess.”
“He’s compassionate too, remember how he saved your life several times?”
“Yes, I suppose it was several times.”
“He’s handsome and cool and-“ the girl was pleading now.
“Rin I get it, I get it.” Kagome sighed.
“He doesn’t have a mate, he’s never brought a woman back home with him since I’ve been there!”
Kagome yawned, “I see.”
The young girl rolled onto her knees, “Lady Kagome, I saw the way you used to look at Lord Sesshoumaru, don’t you have feelings for him anymore?”
Kagome sighed. “That was just admiration for how strong he was. Nothing more.”
Rin grasped her hand and glared at her. “You can tell yourself lies but they don’t become true.”
Kagome stroked the younger girl’s head; Rin was so mature for her age. “They do if you believe hard enough.”
To tell the truth, the miko was growning more and more confused about that very subject. What was love? Yes, she loved her family and her friends but what was ‘true’ love? She’d heard so often the tales of finding ‘the one’. Everyone stating that “you just know”. Would she? It scared her. What if she didn’t know? What if she never did? How would she even know what the signs were?
The unbidden fears of “what ifs” came clawing at her peace of mind, tearing to shreds the thin wall she’d built up to keep her safe. She understood infatuation very well. She’d been enamored enough times but was that in itself, love? ‘The’ love? She wanted to be with him, be there for him, was that enough? She doubted it. She slowly began to reassemble the wall she’d built around her heart, tempering it and steeling it against future invasion.
“Love is really just an uncontrolled release of chemicals that evolved to facilitate the continuation of the species.”
“Huh?” Rin furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Sorry, it’s nothing.” Kagome absently stroked Rin’s hair.
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