Noble House

I’m BA~AACK! I had my surgery, and I can feel my fingers in my right hand again. *sniff* I’m so happy, you have no idea! SO now that the scar healed enough to get the damn cast off (and yes faychan, they are kinda inu youkai-esque :P I peeked) I can type again! YAY! I’ve been sitting around for two weeks now re-watching Inu Yasha and Rurouni Kenshin and listening to a lot of music. Hehe, I was quite inspired by a few songs, as a matter of fact, this chapter was partially inspired by ‘Sweet Surrender’ by Sarah McLachlan. So anyways, here’s the lemon! I thank you for your patience and sympathy! As always, thanks to Youkaitsuki for her excellent beta work and being a good friend, and Faychan for her inspiration.

but first, a word from my beta: Hello to all. I am youkai tsuki, the beta for Alijandrah's story Noble House.
*Down Down you rabid readers** You see people, I hold the esteemed and honorable title of being one privileged enough to check the story for mistakes, spelling or grammar before I allow Alijandrah to post it. That’s right I read the chapter before you do. HA I am special. (She holds the title of cliffy queen you know. You didn't? Well now you do so count yourself lucky once again. I like to keep it this way)
See here is the problem. She writes the story but I have her under my complete control, right Alijandrah?
*shows picture of little white puppy and duck tape* Read the card to the readers like a good little puppet or the doggie gets it!!!!

I, Alinjandrah, being of sound mind and body *youkai tsuki snorts in disbelief, whatever you are so not*

*Puts Alinjandrah into the rubber room with plushie neko and pudding*
Stay there. If you are good I MAY let you write some more later. *Whispers three little letters. PBB* rolls on the floor with laughter. Ok peeps these are da rulez. I want a clean review, no hitting below the belt.
*Rings the bell*

And let the games begin.



His lips remained still, pressed against hers in a chaste kiss. Sango wondered at his sudden restraint, considering not an hour earlier they engaged in much more.... intimate activities. 'Then again, he wasn't exactly awake to remember that.' She unknowingly moved her lips against his, and he placed sweet, feathery kisses on her lips in response as his arms dropped to encircle her waist. His movements did not convey any deep burning lust as they had earlier, but more of a tender compassion. He wasn't conveying love with his touch either, but Sango still felt warmth and fondness of emotion that he possessor hor her each time his lips caressed her own. That warmth melted her resolve to leave upon Kagome's return, and the taijia began to seriously consider his offer. 'If I stay, Sesshomaru can't take me or the child, and it doesn't sound like he'll be able to retaliate against the others.'

Inu Yasha's fingertips massaged the small of her back, and a trill of pleasure traveled the length of her spine. Sango broke the kiss, burying her face against his chest. He carefully cradled her body against his, as if she were made of the finest porcelain. Sango felt him nuzzle the top of her head, and his mouth placed mere inches from her ear. When he next spoke, little puffs of air brushed the skin causing her to tremble in his embrace. “It’s u you you Sango. I’ll protect you, no matter what you decide. I don’t want to you to feel forced into this... If I force you to marry me, I’m no better than my brother. Let me take care of you. I want to take care of you.” Her eyes met his, the amount of sincerity reflected in his amethyst orbs taking her breath away.

“What about Kagome-chan?” she asked, her voice reduced to a whisper.

“I‘ll take care of her... don‘t make your decision off of what Kagome wants. This is about you, not her.” he replied, a bittersweet smile gracing his lips.

“But what about Shippou, or the baby, or..” Inu Yasha's thumb pressed against her lips, preventing her from voicing her rambling thoughts. He started to chuckle, and his thumb idly traced the line of her lower lip.

“I’ll take care of them, too. You don’t need to worry, ok? Just choose what you want, and I’ll support you.” Sango seriously contemplated his offer. It was a good one, she admitted to herself. She would not have to worry about a child out of wedlock, or about either of their safety. If she stayed here as his friend only, she would be jeopardizing the safety of his family. She would NOT see Kagome, Shippou, Kaede or any of the villagers harmed in retaliation for her continued stay in the hanyou’s household. She still desired to assist Kagome through the latter stage of her pregnancy, and from what Inu Yasha said about their past difficulties, Kagome would need all the emotional support she could get.

She did not wish to betray Kagome, but at that moment, her heart yearned to accept his offer. Inu Yasha wouldn’t deny her the freedom she longed for after the year had passed, and in theory she could even leave the child with him and move on. He had not said as much, but it was implied. So many marriages she knew of were between total strangers, arranged by their parents, or people that possessed no feeling for the other. This way, at least she knew what she was getting herself into. Besides, she was considered an old maid by some, unmarried in her twenties. She no longer possessed her virginity either, and her future prospects for marriage were rather slim. Sango asked herself if she would be able to get over the awkwardness of sharing a bed with him, but a quick reminder of the liquid heat gathering at the juncture of her thighs answered that query. The planes of his body were still aligned snugly with her own, and the motions of his thumb on her lip were causing her breath to catch in her throat.

The taijia fought down the surge of desire that was rapidly taking hold of her mind. If she was going to decide, she would not let lust sway her better judgment. ‘He says he want tak take care of me, and I believe him. But what about him? He is working so hard to protect all of us and safeguard our happiness, but what of his?’ Sango contemplated this, searching the depths of his eyes with her own as if they held the answers. She recalled the image of him at the bottom of the well, brokenhearted and frantically trying to go through the time slip. He stood before her now a much different man; cool, composed, and focused on the problems facing them. ‘How much pain is he hiding? He tries to be so tough, so arrogant, and we all know its an act... he always let out his hopes and fears to Kagome, but he can’t exactly seek comfort from her over this. Maybe.... maybe I could take care of him.’ Blushing profusely, Sango raised herself on her tip-toes to give him a chaste kiss. She did not notice his sharp intake of breath when her firm breasts dragged across his chest as she lifted herself, but she could not ignore his growing erection pressing against her body. She turned her head demurely to the side, her blush growing in intensity. “I accept.”

“Are suresure this is what you want?” he asked, his voice firt het her nod, Inu Yasha whispered in her ear that he would return in a moment and strode purposefully from the room. Sango waited in nervous anticipation, her mind reeling from the turn of events. ‘I’m such a terrible friend to Kagome’ she berated herself. ‘I do not know what else to do, though. I’m afraid to leave, and if I stay here while remaining unwed, Sesshomaru may harm everyone here.’

Her internal diatribe was cut short whe ret returned to the room, two small rosewood boxes in hand. He sat on his knees in the middle of the floor, and Sango observed as he removed the contents of the two boxes. One contained a ornately carved obsidian blade, which Inu Yasha gingerly placed on a scrap of folded silk before him. From the other box he retrieved a white bone cup that had obviously been carved by a master artist. He pulled a small bottle of a milky liquid from the same box as the cup, and placed themh beh beside the blade on the silk. “Sit across from me, Sango.” She did as she was instructed, and watched curiously as he poured some of the contents of the bottle into the cup. She had no prior knowledge of youkai marriage ceremonies, and her innate curiosity helped to downplay some of her nervousness.

Inu Yasha took a few deep trembling breaths to steady himself before continuing. He lifted the obsidian blade with his right hand, and dipped the tip in the contents of the cup. Both began to radiate a soft blue light, and Sango tried desperately not to lose herself in the eerie beauty of the luminescence. “Just do what I do from now on, ok?” He held his left hand above the cup, palm upward, and brought the tip of the blade to the flesh of his palm. “I swear to you this night, Sango, that I will protect and honor you with all that I am. May this mark serve as a reminder of my fealty to you. As you are now my wife, I am now your husband.” He slid the blade across his palm, parallel to an existing golden mark on the flesh. Blood flowed sluggishly from the fine cut, and dripped from his fingers onto the floor below. Inu Yasha placed the blade on the floor in front of her, parallel to her knees.

Sango hesitantly lifted the blade with her own hand, and briefly immersed it in the cup‘s liquid. “Inu.. Inu Yasha... I swear to you I will protect and honor you with all my heart. May... may this mark.. serve as a reminder of my loyalty to you.ngo ngo dragged the blade across her own left palm, biting into the flesh deeper than she intended to. Blood poured freely from the gash, and rivulets dripped onto her yukata. Inu Yasha’s hands immediately closed over her own, attempting to put pressure on the wound. “As.. as you are now my husband, I am now your wife.” Inu Yasha lifted the cup to her lips, the vapors of the milky liquid burning her nostrils.

“Drink half of this... it’ll stop the bleeding.” Sango swallowed from the cup, grimacing at the bitter taste. She felt an incredible warmth flow through her body outwards from her stomach, and gasped when she noticed the pale blue light radiating from her skin. The light seemed to focus on her hand, and as it faded, so did the wound. She watched as the gash closed before her eyes, leaving a pale blue line in its wake. Her eyes darted to Inu Yasha, and she watched mesmerized as the light engulfed him before fading, again leaving a pale blue line on his now healed palm. Inu Yasha placed the mysteriously clean blade back in its box, and carried it and the cup to the small table in the corner. When he turned to face the taijia, his eyes were closed and his cheeks flushed crimson. “We have.. that is.. the marriage must be consecrated within three nights. If you aren’t comableable now, I’ll respect that. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me when my demon features return.”

Sango shuddered as the memory of Sesshomaru’s golden eyes and silver hair flooded her mind, and she honestly thought about whether she would feel nervous when Inu Yasha shared those same features. ‘I would be a terrible friend to deny him in that form and to accept him in this one. Really, though, it is not the woman’s place to choose.. he will probably thin wan wanton should I give my opinion.’ Sango stood before the bed, her eyes fixed on a knot in the wood floor. She was now the wife of a noble and she should act as such, even if the noble was Inu Yasha. “It is not my place to decide, Inu Yasha-sama.” Inu Yasha’s eyes snapped to hers, and a remarkably impressive growl for a human rumbled in his throat.

“Cut the crap, Sango. I’m not like that, and neither are you. You are not a submissive woman, and I don‘t expect you to be something you are not because of this.” He strode across the room, stopping when only mere inches separated them.. He cupped her chin in his palm and forced her to look him in the eyes. “We are equals in this relationship, got that? None of that ‘sama’ shit either, I get enough of it from Myoga. ” Sango nodded, and he graced her with a charming smile. He pulled her body flush against his, and brushed his lips teasingly against hers. “Besides, I already said it was your decision. I want you to be ready for this, and I certainly don’t want to scare you. I should tell you I’m much less... aggressive on my human nights. I can give you complete control... whatever pace you want will be fine.” His hands now wandered along her sides, sliding from her upper ribs down over the curve of her hips and back. Sango bit her lower lip in an effort to hold back a breathy moan, and her arms crept slowly around his shoulders. His satiny black hair tickled her arms, and she idly wondered how it would feel against more sensitive areas of her flesh.

“You won‘t think me wanton if I choose?” she asked, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She certainly felt lustful at that moment, their bodies pressed firmly against each other and the urge to touch him growing in her mind. The heat and moisture at the apex of her thighs grew in intensity, and she defied the urge to shift her hips and cause the moistened lips to glide pleasantly against one another.

“No I wont. This will be your fist time to be with a man by choice, and I want you to enjoy it as much as possible. Do whatever you want, Sango.” His soft lips traced the line of her jaw and closed around a fleshy earlobe, sucking gently. Sango moaned at the sensual pull of his words and mouth, and began to tug impatiently at the front of his yukata. ‘I guess I have her answer’ he thought wryly. She pulled the offending fabric away from his chest and shoulders, an sli slipped his arms free from the sleeves. The tie kept the garment hanging at his waist, but his torso was exposed for Sango’s inspection. Sango wondered momentarily at her brazen behavior, and decided that she was only capable of acting so forward because of how close she was emotionally to her partner. 'He's my friend... he won't hurt me, or expect me to be someone I'm not.'

She splayed trembling fingertips along the broad expanse of his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm, smooth skin. Her hands glided up across his muscular chest and shoulders, and trailed back downwards against the firm muscled plane of his stomach. She watched with amusement as the muscles under the surface of his skin twitched in reflex to her touch. His face nuzzled against hers, coaxing her mouth towards his for a passionate kiss. She felt the tip of a hot tongue glide across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to grant him entry. Inu Y gro groaned loudly into the cavern of her mouth as his tongue danced with hers in a sensual rhythm. She was driving him crazy with her touches, and he was grateful that she chose new moon. If he were in hanyou form, he would not be able to maintain the control and patience he exerted now.

His hands continued to explore her curves, firmly kneading the flesh of her hips, sides and back; but they skimmed teasingly against the parts he knew desired more contact. His mouth sought out hers, and whenever she broke for air he would plant open mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone. Inu Yasha would occasionally nip or gently glide the tips of his teeth along the tender skin, only to lick and suck at it a moment later. The play of his body against hers was teasing, sensual and coaxing, and Sango felt lost in his ministrations. She was a novice, and he most certainly was not. He would not go beyond touching her through her clothing or kissing her above she shoulder and she again was puzzled by his restraint. She was not sure what efforts to make, what motions she needed to please him as he was pleasing her. Inu Yasha seemed to pick up on her confusion, and whispered huskily in her ear; “Remember, this is your night. Don’t worry about trying to please me, just do what you want, or tell me what you want..”

The kiss that followed seared her very soul with its intensity, and she shuddered at the sensation of his thick shaft pressing insistently against her stomach. Sango groaned loudly and snaked her arms around his neck. She was frightened, unsure of what to do next. Her experience was limited to some unconscious groping of the man in front of her, a frightening violation, some timid kissing with the houshi two years ago, and a handful of terribly naughty dreams. She thoroughly enjoyed him caressing her breasts earlier, and figured it was a safe demand for now.. She continued to kiss him, and took one of his hands in her own. She slid the calloused hand up along her body to her breast , and he greedily palmed the supple mound through the silk of her yukata. ‘No.. I want.... I want more than this.. I want what he was doing earlier.’ Sango pulled him physically towards the futon, laying down across the mat and tugging him down to lay halfway on top of her.

She hastily tugged at the constraints of her own clothing, giving the folds of silk enough room to fall to her sides and expose per pert breasts to her lover. One sensitive mound pressed against his firm chest while his hand moved to cup and manipulate the other. She broke the kiss, panting heavily, and Inu Yasha used this opportunity wisely, licking, sucking and nibbling his way down her neck towards her chest. When she felt the first touch of his lips against her nipple, Sango completely lost her inhibitions to the wake of passion. The pleasant tingle at her center gave way to aching need, and the taijia writhed and moaned in abandon. Her agile hands reached for the ties to their clothing, overcome with the desire to feel more of his skin against hers.

He quickly picked up on her intentions, and deftly removed the remainder of their clothing. Both took the opportunity to get a better look at the other's body, each toned and trim from years of hard battle and travel. Sango marveled at the smooth perfection of his skin compared to her own. During the quest for the shards, she sustained many injuries that scarred over when healed; blemishes that she convinced herself made her body unappealing and undesirable to men. Proper women didn’t have battle scars, or so she’d come to believe. In a sudden moment of self-consciousness she moved to cover some of her nastier scars from his intense gaze, but stopped when he lowered his head to slowly lick the length of one of a long thin scar across her ribcage. He kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled his way back to her mouth, where he pressed his lips tenderly against her own. “I’m the last man who would care about those” he whispered against her lips. “Each one tells me what a brave, strong woman you are.” Sango marveled at his words, resisting the urge to cry. So many of the things he said to her, did to her that evening, she dreamed of for years. A man who would love her, cherish her, for who she is. A man that would ignite the passionate fires of her body, and not try to dominate her. He mistook the look on her face for one of disbelief, and rolled them both onto their sides facing each other. Her body pressed snugly against his own, her thigh draping over his hip as his own thigh took up residence between her legs. He caressed her face and neck with his hands, his eyes never once straying from her own. “You’rbeaubeautiful woman, Sango.”

Any trace of hesitation and fear evaporated with those simple words, and that moment her body and soul burned with the need to become one with him. She ceased to remember that the man in front of her was her friend, already married to a woman whom she cared for as a sister. He was simply a man who made her feel cherished, desired, and like an equal. Sango kissed him with a passion she didn’t know she possessed, her tongue dancing with his own as her hands fisted in his hair. Her leg draped over his hip tightened, pulling his body even more snugly against his own. She felt his muscular thigh rub against her core, and she rocked her hips against it, delighting in the feel of his hot flesh gliding against her moist flower. She released a loud moan into his mouth as the delicious friction overwhelmed her senses, and felt his throbbing member twitch from where it was pressed between their bodies.

“Do you like that Sango?” he asked, his voice deep and husky with desire. He rocked his thigh against her core, her hips grinding harder against him in response. At her insistent nod, he rolled them again, so his back was to the futon and she lay draped across his body. He maneuvered her until she was straddling his waist, his member pressed flat against his stomach by her searing moist heat. Her breathing hitched in her throat as his hands took firm purchase on her hips, and he slowly began to rock her back and forth along his member. The taijia began to roll her hips, rocking against him with increasing urgency. Something was growing, deep and primal within her body, and she desperately needed it’s release. She braced her hands against his rib cage for balance as she felt his hands leave her hips. He stroked and caressed every sensitive expanse of skin that was within reach, and at the same moment he cupped and squeezed her breasts she slid back against him, the head of his member pushing forcefully across her clit. Sango cried out loudly into the early morning darkness as her climax overtook her, her body tensing with the unbelievable warmth and pleasure that coursed through her veins. Inu Yasha grunted beneath her from the effort to hold his own back, made more difficult by the feel of her hot fluids pouring out onto his straining erection.

She slumped against him in a daze, and didn’t notice him rearranging her once again above him. He pulled her forearms forward and across his chest, so that she could easily balance herself. Inu Yasha positioned himself at her entrance, and began to stroke the skin of her backside. When she came back to herself, Sango felt his tip pressed against the opening of her passage in an intimate kiss. She languidly lifted her head and kissed him, her tongue again exploring the recesses of his mouth as his hands explored the soft curves of her body. He made no move to push inside of her, and Sango remembered his words form before. She would have control this first time, she would set the pace. She gently rocked her hips back, trembling from the intense sensation of him slowly filling her. There was no pain, no urgency, and no fear in her as she took him inside her. She sighed with contentment when he penetrated her to the base of his erection, the thick shaft stretching her still-tight passage.


hehe.. sorry.. tsuki made me do it, i swear! i wanted to post more, really i did! *struggles against her straight jacket* oooh.... pudding...

more coming soon