Captured Soul

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Chapter 12: Need.
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Liana struggled but he tightened his hold.

His whisper came out in pleading want. "Please....I need to....touch you.
I.....need your.....warmth."

Her voice quivered with fear. "Why me?...I have not known a man before.
I....do not know how to....satisfy a male......"

He pulled part of her dress down, exposing her shoulder.

Sesshomaru tasted the creamy white skin. "You do not have to do anything.
All you must do is remain still and let me......touch you......I will be......gentle....."

He stroked her arm and kissed over the tender white skin of her shoulder
up her neck and then to the small place behind her ear.

The young girl shook under him.

She began to sob.

Sesshomaru stopped. "Please.......accept me.......do not fear me...."

Even as he caressed the smoothness of her cheek, she cried harder.

Despaired, he let go of the frightened creature.

At first she lay unmoving, hesitant.

He swallowed and moved away from her some, his voice, strained and halting.
"Go......you are.....free to go."

Quickly, the young girl got up and fled from the room.

Sesshomaru curled in on himself, shaking with something he could not understand.

It was coming for him......a distant thunderous sound, booming closer with
each beat of hearteart: he darkness blanked his soul; smothering, consuming, taking control.

Being buried by the blackness, Sesshomaru shuddered with the earth
quaking thunder and with the overpowering sense of loss: loss of his identity,
loss of his spirit, loss of his mind.


He had been wrong, the fall was not short: It would be eternal.

The dog demon lay there, shuddering, as a long, low-pitched whimper
slipped out of his throat.

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A lightness wisped over his shoulder.

The darkness faded, replaced by the light of the fire.

He blinked and looked up.

Green eyes tinged with worry and some caution peered down at him.

When his vision fell to her dress, his heart sped up.

Liana wore a yellow silk robe, tied at the waist with a yellow belt.

Her long brown hair lustered in the firelight.

Sitting up on the bed, he moved away from her out of respect and covered
himself.

She tilted her head and blinked. Something in her green eyes studied him,
trying to decide, but about what, he did not know.

They remained like that for several moments.

Finally, the pondering gleam in her green depths fell away to decision.

He watched intently as she silently untied the belt.

The yellow garment first bunched up over her chest as she held it there.

Then....slowly, she let it fall to the floor.

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Sesshomaru, stunned, dared not move, for lest she bolt.

Her body was lean: slender curves, well muscled arms and thighs,
and semi-full but dainty hips.

The petite female's breasts were small, shapely and rounded.
Long, brown hair fell over her chest, covering part of her bosom.

With an unreadable expression, she watched him as he gazed over her body.

Enticed by the female before him, he could not believe how much
the mere sight of her aroused him so.

Captivated, he sniffed the air to determine her intent.

Finding nothing but curiosity and a tinge of fear, he cautiously leaned
forward and crawled, one movement at a time, towards her while
keeping his eyes locked with hers.

She did not back away.

He stopped mere inches from the bare female.

Reaching one clawed hand out, he froze. "Can I.....touch you?"

Emotion softened in her green eyes as she slowly nodded once.

Moving closer, he grasped her hips gently wbothboth clawed hands and pulled
her to him.

Gingerly, he lowered his nose to bury it in her thick brown curls.

The scent intoxicated his senses.

He wanted more.

Experimentally, his licked once, tasting that
delicious scent and eliciting a faint gasp from the
young female.

She wavered on her feet, grasping his shoulders for leverage.

Sesshomaru held the girl tighter, and kissed his way up to her navel.

Laying his cheek against her flat belly as his arms encircled
her waist, embracing her, he whispered.
"Are you frightened......of me.....of this....?"

Her hands moved from his shoulder and stroked his hair. "I would be
lying if I said no. I am afraid.....it will hurt....but I do not
think I am afraid.....of you."

Not quite satisified with the reply, he looked up into misty, green
pools. "Do you want to mate with me?.......Are you certain you are
ready?"

She seemed to be considering his questions.

With a deep breath, she caressed his cheek, tracing his red marking. "Yes."

Now satisfied, he pulled the young female down to lay beside him.

Sesshomaru did not touch her immediately but chose instead to just enjoy the feeling
of being near her.

As they lay together, coupled in the quietness, he listened to Liana's
light breathing mingle with the crackle of the fire.

Her creamy skin,iantiant with the mellow light given by the flames,
rose and fell in rhythm with her t but but deepening breaths.

His gaze delighted in the softness.


He needed her so badly; A lusterous desiring need to hold her young
body and fall into the very core of her kindness and compassion.


Sesshomaru yearned for her merciful, pure, and inviting touch, to surrender
to the inner beauty, mirrored in her fair and delicate features.


He needed her....He needed Liana.



That first taste lingered on his tongue and he hungered for more.

But not yet.

She was trembling again and he knew he must quell the young girl's
apprehension.

With a light touch to Liana's chin, he directed her attention to him.

Leaning over, he pressed his lips against her soft ones, licking
once across her pink bottom lip.

Her breathing quickened and he kissed her cheek then whispered in her
ear. "I promise......I will be gentle."

Sniffing in her fragrant, brown hair, he groaned. "You smell
so good."

He inhaled deeply, catching every part of her scent.

The dog demon inwardly smiled. She was not in heat. No pup would
come from this union.

"Liana...." he breathed. "....you are not in heat....we will not create a life in our
mating."

Liana's eyes were closed but she seemed to understand and nodded with a small
smile.

He caressed her face then laid his hand just above
her pulsing heat. "Liana, can I touch you?.....Can I taste you?"

She opened her eyes and gazed at him. "Yes.....but I want to know something
before we.....mate."

A little curious, the inu youkai gave a small smile. "What is it that
you wish to know?"


She looked at him with a smile of innocence. "I want to know.....your name."


He blinked, caught offguard by the question and the hint of some foreign emotion
shining in her green eyes. "I..." He hesitated. "For what little it is worth......
My name is Sesshomaru."

The smile she wore, sned ned and she repeated his
name under her breath in a quiet whisper. "Sesshomaru....interesting name."

Hearing his name spoken again after so long made his heart thump hard in
his chest. It was something that he had not realized was slipping away from him.


He decided he liked hearing Liana say it.

Liana's voice rose above the whisper. "It is worth more than the rain.
I am honored you shared it with me."


Reaching over, she grasped a lock of his silver hair, rubbing it in between
her fingers. "It's so soft....and it shines when the sunlight hits it
from the window."

He gently took her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers once, never taking
his gaze from hers.


With a deep breath, the female pulled him closer. "I.....am ready."




Urged on by the increasing want in her expression, he kissed her lips
once before placing light open mouth kisses on neck, chest, midriff - pausing to dip his
tongue in her navel - nipping his way down to those dark brown curls.

Wiarefareful movements, he spread her thighs apartfingfing her knees in the
process.

His demon blood heated up, exciting him almost beyond
control. But he placated the feral lust by
leaning down and inhaling the savory aroma
before tasting the tender, pink folds.

He ran his tongue over her heat once, tasting Liana's
feminine core, moistening it. A sudden intake of air followed by low
moans escaped the female.

Delighted by the young girl's exquisite sounds of discovering pleasure,
Sesshomaru began to lick and taste, satisfying his
craven hunger beyond his heart's desire.




Liana gasped and began to squirm, bucking her hips up every time
he hit a pleasure spot.

The smell of her own arousal tempted him to take her, SessSesshomaru
knew he could not....not yet.

She was virginal, untouched. He needed her wet first, very wet.

So he continued tasting until her juices flowed freely.

Liana bucked harder and he could feel her walls tightening around his
tongue when he thrust it into her.

He rose up from her heat, sliding his tongue over his top lip and
one sharp, pointed fang, quite satiated by Liana's mating fluids.

His taste buds tingled with her essence.

The young girl whimpered and bucked up once, begging for him to continue
what he had been doing.

He nuzzled his way over her belly then up to her supple breasts.

Sniffing around, he gave an experimental lick.

Liana gasped and wriggled beneath him as her fingers tangled in his
hair, whispering one word with fervent need. "Sesshomaru....."

Hearing her sighs form his name, caused a tingling sensation, making
something pull heavily at his insides.

Attentively, he caressed one breast while sucking on the other.

The girl beneath him began to quiver as a distinct half
whine, half mewl escaped from her throat.

He stopped, Liana was coming too soon.

Taking a deep breath, he laid his head on her chest, the sound
of her beating heart, loud in his ear.

Her quickened breathing slowed a pace as
she panted. "Why......why did you.....stop?"

Trying to control the overwhelming need to enter her warmth, he spoke
barely above a whisper. "I....want to mate with you....to be inside you...
when you......reach your pleasure."

After a few moments, Liana's breathing calmed.

He could wait no longer. His throbbing arousal combined with Liana's
occasional but impatient light bucks called
to his instints, driving him with the ache for her.

Raising up, he looked into green eyes overflowing with desire....for him.
His silver hair fell about them, curtaining the small female
beneath him, hiding their private
union from the dancing shadows.

Taking himself in his right hand, he positioned himself
at her slick, wet entrance.

As he pushed lightly into her,
he groaned at the tightness, she was so small.

Patiently, he waited for Liana to relax.

When she did, he began to push again.

Slowly, by degrees, he eased his length into her.

The girl beneath him struggled with their joining.

She seemed to be caught between discomfort and frustration.

Then, he felt it, something inside of her.....tore.

Liana cried out and he stopped.

The coppery smell of blood invaded his senses, confusing him.
"Liana......did I hurt you?"

She let out a low moan. "Yes.....but it is nothing, do not worry,
it is meant to happen....It will...get better."

She looked up to him and touched his cheek.

He bent down, licked the salty drop that had fallen
down her cheek and kissed her mouth until she relaxed and the pain in her
scent faded away.

Gradually, he pushed until her wet warmth accepted all of
him.

He panted with exertion while Liana adjusted to him.



As moments passed, he nuzzled in her hair and placed small kisses
on her shoulders, neck and face, pausing at times to suck tenderly on her
salty, sweet skin and whisper soothing words; how pretty she was and how
good she felt and how he needed her so.

When he became certain that Liana's slight discomfort had lessened, he
pulled himself out of her in one slow stroke.

Just before he had nearly pulled all the way out, Sesshomaru
thrust smoothly back into her.

Liana gasped.

Beginning a slow rhythm at first, Sesshomaru gradually quickened
the paces. Liana's gasps matured into moans of ecstasy.
Soon, the female beneath him began to match his rhythm.
Her inner walls tightened around him as he slid in and out of her
slick, heated, warmth.

Sesshomaru could feel it. Liana was ascending, rising to the pinacle
of her release.

With one hard thrust, he felt her embrace his length in a sudden quivering,
pulling sensation and she cried out his name.

When her soft cry coupled with the tightness, he pulled back once more, only to
thrust deeply back into her, releasing his seed while groaning with his
own pleasure and breathing her name as well.

For several moments, they lay together, breathing heavily
and trembling in the aftermath of their
coupling.

Somaromaru rolledr, pr, pulling her small, almost limp form with him.

He smiled faintly, she was exhausted.

Liana's breathing evened out as he stroked her hair.

Soon, the young woman in his arms fell into sleep.

Before he too drifted into a peaceful slumber, he hugged her close to him for
a moment. "Thank you. Liana."

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