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She Is Our Miko (I)	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 39205 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 12:

With these eyes I watch smut,
With these hands I create smut,
With this mind I think of smut,
And with this body…
*cackles darkly*
-D.O.D
The tingling at the back of his head, where his alpha yanked his hair, made Aimaru moan in desperation. He wanted nothing more than for Lord Sesshoumaru to do it again, but harder with a harsher fist. But the miko gripping his cock with her body held first priority. With a groan he pushed deeper into her, overcome by the sensation of her body swallowing him too slowly for his sanity. He just wanted to bury himself deeply into her body and shove himself home over and over until one of them passes out. So fucking tight. He growled to himself. And he was only half way in. He pulled back and pushed against her again easing more of his rigid length into her. Her body gripped him like starving mouth sucking, pulling, and hell…gnawing, if he wanted to describe it more accurately. It brought his pain and pleasure at the same time.
“Kami, precious, relax for me.” Aimaru ran his hand up and down her spine, coaxing her to calm down. “Relax and take me…all of me.” He sighed when she took steady breaths and relaxed allowing him two glorious inches into her body; just one more. He withdrew and pushed in one final time without stopping, forcing her to take his entire length to the hilt. And by the kami above and below if it didn’t feel fantastic inside her.
He heard his Alpha groan appreciatively, clearly he enjoyed watching him claim their miko. To the side of him, he found Sesshoumaru glaring lustfully at him as he slowly fucked their miko with sure strong strokes. The room echoed with her cries and his moans. It was such a lovely sound, those echoes. While she tried to fight and resist their touch, they both knew, more than she knew herself, how much her body enjoyed it. Her body was practically dancing with an enjoyment that her poor little mind couldn’t keep up with.
The speed of his strokes quickened when he felt her body grow completely lax, surrendering to him; surrendering to what she couldn’t deny was a pleasurable feeling that quaked through her insides. A fight she had no chance of winning before the battle even started.
Look at her; her skin was completely flushed and sweaty. Her hair was thrown carelessly over her face as she panted against the floor, looking deliciously helpless. And her ass –he shuddered at the sight of it- the flesh of that gloriously abused ass rippled and danced each time he smacked his hips against hers. Round, soft, firm, and red.
“Nooo...” she wailed forlornly sounding oh so miserable. Now who was she trying to fool with those crocodile tears? Certainly not him or his alpha who, in fact, enjoyed it. Perhaps it was herself she was trying to fool? And from the feel of her body, she wasn’t doing a good at convincing herself.
So…just because he could, he stopped and held perfectly still while still halfway inside her ass. The puckered skin around his cock taunted him, trying his very patience as he tried hers. He sat there and waited. Waited for her to ask, no beg for what she believed she didn’t want. He wanted not only to hear her beg for it, but to see her beg for it with her body. That perfect lewd body. Even as it killed him to stay still and not thrust himself into oblivion in her tight milking depths, he fucking waited.
Sesshoumaru must have figured out his game with the miko and decided to play along by releasing her; letting her dainty wrist slide free of his large hand. He too sat back on his haunches, his dick practically digging into his stomach as he waited for her. It looked almost as alluring as his miko panting beneath. Aimaru licked his lips. Almost.
After what seemed like forever, the miko finally looked back at him confused, panting deeply. Softly, she moaned in attempts to beg him with her eyes. Her blue orbs glittering like wet sapphires. But no, it was not enough. He shook his head at her and waited. She knew what he wanted; what she wanted. And he was going to torture her, them both, until she gave. And she will give, this he knows.
The look in her eyes switched from lust to annoyance to finally desperation. She moved back in hopes to take him back into her body; her being the alluring little vixen that she was. But with great effort, he pulled back away from her, only keeping half of his cock inside her; and that was with great effort, mind you. She whimpered and he grinned. He dared her to take what she wanted. The wait was killing him, but he suffer it just so he can see he crumble with her need. There was no greater reward from this than that.
Sesshoumaru reached out to cup her cheek then slid his fingers up into her hair to sweep it from her face. A gentle touch that harbored more affection than his alpha realized. It was obvious he adored the little onna.
The miko swayed on her hands and knees looking pleadingly to him. And he loved every second of it. He pulled more of his cock from her body and he could have sworn that was a wail of protest that escaped her lips.
“Please…” Her voice was barely above a whisper when she looked back at him. The lust thick and heavy in her eyes as her lids lowered. He was reaching his limit. Damn her and her stubbornness.
At the breaking point, he slapped her thigh hard and it made her body impossible tight around his cock. So delicious, this torture was. “Beg me precious.” He growled.
She pushed back again, and he pulled away again and she shook with need. “Milord…” she whispered, ashamed to voice what she really wanted. And what she really wanted was to be taken by him, hard and painfully like the true masochist she was.
He smacked her ass again. “Beg me woman.”
She bit her lower lip as she widened her stance and lowered her shoulders to the floor. Her ass was propped up high in the air. It was the perfect image of submission. “My Love, please take me…please…please…” she moaned then turned away embarrassed as she reached back to grab the base of his cock to stroke him tightly.
Well, that was as good as a submission he could ask for. Unable to take another moment, he pushed her hand away and rammed his cock to the hilt inside of her. He loved that delightful scream that tore from her throat. He crouched over her, his hands planted on the floor near her shoulders, caging her, as he hammered deeply into her body. He loved every squeal, every scream, every bloody thing she did when she took him inside her…willingly. Yes, she took him willingly.
Her sweet little body beneath him went rigid as her climax rippled through. Like lightening striking the turbulent seas. Her ass snapped tight as a vice around his cock forcing him to shove his dick into her so he can come. One shove…two…three… Stiff as stone, he fought to remain on his hands and knees above her as wave after glorious wave washed over him when his release finally exploded from his body. With a snarl, he jetted load after pearly load into her body. Nothing, absolutely nothing felt this wonderful.
He grinned lazily and shook his head. He couldn’t recall a rut that bloody amazing.
With one last swat to her oh so lovely ass, Aimaru slowly withdrew himself from her body. He chuckled when she slumped over. Leaning lower, he whispered against her ear, “You still have your Lord, Master, and Alpha to please my love.”
She lifted her head to look dazedly in the demon lord’s direction. She shook her head.
He reached up to gather her locks tightly in his hand and pull her head back slowly so she could look up into his eyes. Her eyes were wide, doe-like as she stared up at him. “Was that reluctance my little miko?” She gulped. The sight of her throat working those muscles made him harden instantly. “Hm?” his fingers tightened.
“No…” she gasped while reaching back to grab his wrists.
“I believe there was a proper way to address me precious.”
“N-No, my Love. No.” she cowered from him when he lowered his lips to her forehead and released her hair to pet her head gently, soothing the sting of his hold.
Aimaru moved from over her and smiled. His alpha looked all too ready to molest their miko. He couldn’t wait to watch. “She’s all yours.”
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Without further encouragement, the demon lord dragged Kagome across the floor by her ankle. She looked up to find herself flat on her back beneath the demon lord as he crouched over her. He regarded her with red unreadable eyes. Unreadable dreamy eyes that were hooded and intense as they watched each other for what seem like forever. It was as if he seemed to contemplate how to molest her. She didn’t know what else to call such a lecherous glare.
Finally, Lord Sesshoumaru suddenly sat back away from her, the heat of his body going with him making her body shiver in protest. “On your hands and knees miko. You will ready this one’s cock to take you.” The look in his eye booked no argument. From the way he shuddered as if battling a caged beast within himself, Kagome felt it best not to try his patience.
Slowly she got to her hands and knees in front of him and eyed his massive erection with dread. No matter how many times she will come to face with his cock, the size of it always intimidated her. It’s hard to believe this…all of this hard throbbing flesh impaled her much smaller body. But looking the skin encasing his phallus, while red and angry, looked soft, silky even. The sight of it made her fingertips itch.
Reaching out, Kagome wrapped a shy hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroked his flesh. His skin was hot within her palm. And as she caressed him, an odd feeling came over her as she massaged him. Touching him and looking at him, new things were happening to her body. She was panting, her body was trembling and aching, and her sex…her sex was weeping. The inside of her thighs were practically coated with her arousal.
Could she even call her body traitorous when her mind was singing just as lewd a song as her body? Why wasn’t she disgusted or appalled like a normal miko or modest woman? Was she already corrupted beyond saving? No, the real question was…did she want to be saved? All these feelings, all these emotions, all of these forbidden sensations were slowly growing on her. Slowly, it made her less and less reluctant and more and more willing. Calling out to a dark place inside her that made resisting so hard; so very hard. Harder than the shaft she caressed in her hand.
With an avid interest, Kagome watched her hand pump up and down his length. The soft velvety skin pushed and pulled with her strokes. She tightened her hand and gasped in surprise at the feel of Lord Sesshoumaru’s hips thrusting up to meet her hand, his sac- heavy and swaying beneath- drew her eyes down ward. At that moment, she remembered Miroku and his sac swaying between his slender thighs when he crawled in front of her. She remembered her curiosity at wanting to cup the heavy flesh in her palm and roll them in her fingers. She also remembered wanting to …to suckle them. They looked so succulent, so tempting to her tongue and lips. So much that she found herself leaning forward to actually taste them before she knew what she was doing.
The demon lord widened his thighs to accommodate her curiosity. When she sucked one of his overly fleshy balls into her mouth, she felt his skin tighten. The smell of his skin was particularly strong there; thick, spicy and so masculine. His smell made her dizzy as she sighed and suckled his flesh. Feeling greedy, she attempted to suck his whole sac in her mouth. The skin was soft and squishy on her tongue. The two orbs inside his sac rolled around inside her mouth making her feel lusty, heady, giddy as she tugged slightly then allowed the demon lord’s balls to pop free of her mouth. She watched them bounce back in place between his thighs and the sight of it made her clit throb.
Now as she looked at his sex in a new light, with want instead of fear, it made her more…more…needy. She found she wanted him inside her weeping sex. Yes, by the Kami yes, she wanted the demon lord. She acknowledged this. As he sat here before her panting and leering at her wantonly, his dick pointing to the heavens above, she finally acknowledged that she wanted this man inside her body.
“Milord…” she panted softly as she continuously stroked his staff she leaned forward to allow the skin of his head to graze her lips. Demurely, she looked up at him from beneath her lashes and moaned at the sight of his needy gaze watching her, raping her with his eyes. A look she was starting to find thrilling. “Please…” she reached under her to her sex where she hurt for him and rubbed her fingers along the slit of her sex and shuddered at the feel of her slickness. “…here.”
The demon lord’s eyes watched her every movement, the markings on his face growing a darker shade of purple. He wanted her. Knowing that, it made her want him even more.
“You think to make demands of me little miko?” he reached to where she was touching herself. When she felt the tips of his fingers graze her clit, she found herself grinding against his hand; becoming more and more unashamed of her need for him.
“Please…” she was whining. Shameful. It was shameful to find herself whining for such a thing. But the ache in her body hurt so very much.
The demon lord smirked as he reached up with the hand coated with her juiced to hold her chin in gentle fingers. His thumb caressed her bottom lip. The act made her body tighten and twist up painfully. “It appears that you have forgotten that this was your punishment miko.” Before she could protest, Lord Sesshoumaru had her on her back with her legs open wide. He yanked her close so that his erection probed the entrance of her cunt.
She pushed against him, begging with her body to be taken. There; she wanted him there so much.
Without warning, he shoved himself forward, brutally stroking her insides awake. His cock startled all her nerve endings as it brushed deeper into her core. The tip of him pushed against her womb making her arched up off the floor to scream in bliss. The brutality of his thrust was exquisite. Her insides quaked around him as he stayed still within her for but a moment and all too soon pulled out of her leaving her unforgivably empty. Cold even.
She reached up to grab his shoulders; her nails clawing his smooth sweaty skin. “No…”she begged.
He batted her hands away and gripped her knees to push them wide apart as he settled his cock, coated thickly with her essence, against her ass. She tensed. “Relax miko. This will happen. Whether or not this will be painful is your choice.” Then he pushed forward, the head of him already inside her; invading her. It felt so intrusive. He was so much bigger than Lord Aimaru. Especially since she was on her back and took him at a whole new angle. He stroked at more tender places inside her that had her scream louder, grunting, screeching, making every possible noise her lungs had allowed.
His invasion was just too brutal. But even so, as she took her so callously, her body hummed with pleasure. What is wrong with her for finding such rough handling…pleasurable?
Lord Sesshoumaru moved then; a fast brutal pace as he pushed and pulled at the walls of her insides, stroking them raw and tender. Watching him exert himself above her made her want to be possessed by him more. He looked so dangerously gorgeous with his face flushed, his mouth open in a silent snarl baring those elongated fangs. A growl rumbled deep in his throat as he hammered into faster, harder. Their hips smacked together, her legs thrown upward, her breasts bounced with each hard thrust of his powerful body. Being taken this way made her feel so owned, possessed, taken. It wasn’t so bad a feeling.
All too soon, her body round up tight as her orgasmic release built within her cunt. She reached up to claw at the demon lord’s shoulders; needing him, wanting him. God she was so close. To think it was this way, from within the forbidden place of her body, that she was reaching this blessed plateau. She pulled herself upright to allow herself to ride the demon lord’s body as he thrust with abandon up into her. His arms circled her waist as he held her, his hips never stopping.
Then his hips moved faster, impossibly faster. She felt him bury head in the crook of her shoulder, growling and panting against her shoulder making her legs curl tightly around him as her climax wax nearly upon her. Suddenly, he was holding her to him tightly as he released his seed into her body. She gasped in surprised as her insides where filled. The load was hot and thick and seeming to never end as his cock pulsed. But just as soon as he came, he just a soon released her so that she fell back to the floor none to gently. Appalled, she gawked up at him stunned.
No. That can’t be it…she didn’t come. Surely he couldn’t be so cruel. Her body hurt damn him. It hurt so much with the need to come. She wanted to come so much that she could kill the bastard.
On the floor, she glared up at him; hating him, resenting him. He sat back from her with a domineering sneer as he smooth his damp hair back from his lovely face. It made her hate him all the more.
“If looks could kill, precious.” Kagome heard Lord Aimaru comment in awe. Oh she can imagine how livid she looked and it seemed to amuse the pale bastard leaning over her daring her to smack him. And boy was she tempted.
With a snarl, she moved to her hands and knees and started to crawl away from him until her ankle was trapped in that bastard’s hand again. She made to kick at him only to have her foot caught and thrown aside easily. The man above her chuckled, cruelly. “What type of punishment would this be had this one allowed you to come miko?” she fought with vigor to get him to release her. The anger at being denied release fueled her audacity. He laughed. An honest to god, all out laughed. The action made her falter in her fight in his hold, but only for a moment. “This is nothing but another reason to punish you miko. From this moment forth, you will be denied release.”
Kagome smirked haughtily. That was fine by her. She didn’t want him to touch her ever again anyway. Maybe then, she could right the madness clouding her mind and judgment.
Lord Sesshoumaru reached over to pull her upright by her collar and smiled wolfishly. The expression while foreign made him devastatingly gorgeous, if that was necessary.
“You misunderstand me my little miko. This one will still be helping himself to this body…constantly. And each time you will be denied your release.” His eyes traveled down her body leaving her cold in its wake. “And just so that you know the true severity of this punishment, I will make sure you aren’t given the chance to seek your own release. You will be brought to the state of arousal time and time again only to be denied each and every time. Only by this one’s hand will you be given the chance to come miko.” He released her collar and stood in all his damnable naked glory. She turned away from him no longer wanting to see him. “The moment you understand who you belong to and the error of your ways, is the moment your punishment ends. You don’t feel the brunt of it now…but you will.” He dressed slowly, watching her pout like a sullen child. “This one would be lying if I said that I wouldn’t be enjoying your misery.”
Cruel bastard. She seethed. He was such a cruel bastard. She hated him, hated him, hated him!
“I’ll leave our miko to you Aimaru.” He said and she could feel the air in the study become significantly lighter as he left. She cursed her body for missing the feel of his presence.
“Indeed.” Aimaru started as he dressed. He looked over to find her glaring at him and frowned. “Don’t give me that look, precious. It’s not like I want you to be miserable while we take advantage of your body. Oh wait…” He gasped dramatically and suddenly smiled evilly. “… Yes I do.”
Kagome decided at that moment that she hated Lord Aimaru too; probably more so than she did the demon lord. She sulked as the demon gathered her into his arms and left the room towards the pet grooming quarters. Iku won’t be happy with her. Or will he?
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