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Worthy
By : whitewavereborn
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Sesshoumaru tended to the hearth, forcing the fire to weaken so the already warm room wouldn�t become unbearably hot but still keeping it lively enough to cast sensual shadows throughout the room. Like most males, Sesshoumaru wasn�t a romantic by nature but he understood how simple tricks of light and shadow could help put females in the mood and he wanted this particular female to be aching.

This said female was due to arrive any minute.
After carrying her back to his castle, something she mildly detested to his amusement, he had left her at the bath house with two servants; one to tend to the fire and the other to tend to her. Morgan had been embarrassed by their sudden attention and looked at him with both confused and annoyed eyes. Apparently, bathing wasn�t what she had planned for the evening. It hadn�t been what he had planned either but he hated seeing the mud on her, a constant remainder of how savagely he had taken her. She may have seen nothing wrong with it but he did and he was determined to make it up to her.
That had been a half hour ago. During that time, Sesshoumaru had bathed as well. Fortunately most of the mud on him had been on his hakama so a simple sponge bath was sufficient. Then he had tended tot eh fire until it was perfect. Now he was just waiting for her to arrive.
Sesshoumaru smelled her before she reached his room and heard her feet outside the screen. He sensed her hesitate as he knew she would, torn between announcing herself, entering, or running away. He too wondered if he should wait or just let her in. He decided on the later and had just reached the door when she lightly tapped on the wood.
He quickly opened it. Perhaps a little too quickly since she nearly jumped out of her skin but seeing the pulse throbbing in her neck and smelling the mixture of surprise and arousal, he didn�t feel guilty. Her hair was still wet and it clung to her face in wet ringlets, giving her a young, innocent, appearance but also made her look smaller and more vulnerable. She had obviously escaped the maids. They would have dried her completely. Sesshoumaru was thankful she did or he would have missed this vision before him. Never had he seen a more beautiful female.
He watched her take a breath to steady herself before she spoke.
�Hi,� she whispered and he watched her lick her lips and he was drawn to the wetness.
He wanted to grab her, to force her against him as he claimed her mouth with his own. He wanted to push her against the wall or knock her to the ground, push up the skirt of her yukata and take her over and over until she or he collapsed from exhaustion. It was shear willpower and the promise he made her that kept him from doing so.
Instead, he stepped aside and allowed her to enter his bed chamber. She seemed hesitant but stepped inside, her pupils adjusting to the light as her eyes scanned the room, lingering on the fire and futon. She nearly jumped when he touched her but relaxed against him ahs he began kissing the nape of her neck.
He could taste the bath water on her skin and smell the gentle fragrance of the soap the maids had used on her but most importantly; he could smell her desire and hear her pulse dance excitably in her neck.
Morgan, willingly gave in to his ministrations, sighing when he gently wrapped his arms around her, one rested lightly on her lower stomach, the other held her shoulder as his chin moved the material aside to taste her skin. He was b3eing so gently, completely different than the way he claimed her in the forest and though she had no complaints about their first union, she could spend hours just receiving these gentle kisses.
The hand at her waist undid the sash and the hand on her shoulder pushed the fabric down her shoulder as his lips followed it. The yukata was wide open, leaving her sensitive skin vulnerable tot eh night air and she couldn�t help but shiver. But she wasn�t cold, no just the opposite. The fire that had consumed her in the forest was returning but more slowly, not yet threatening to consume her.
Sesshoumaru stopped kissing her shoulder and straightened as he pressed his lips to her temple and held her tightly. Morgan leaned against him and turned her head to him in silent offering. It was their first kiss since stepping into the room and Sesshoumaru kissed her thoroughly but it was unrushed and just as gently as his early ministrations.
Morgan couldn�t help but sigh into his mouth and when his hands moved to her shoulders to remove the garment, her own followed to help and the yukata fell around her feet in a forgotten pile of cotton. Once undressed, Sesshoumaru pressed her more fully against him, the bare skin of her back pressing to the bare skin of his chest. Both moaned that the first skin on skin contact and the kiss became more intense, more demanding before Sesshoumaru pulled away and tucked her head under his chin.
�You make me want to forget to be gentle,� he told her as his fingers caressed her skin.
�I wouldn�t mind,� she reassured and she felt his body shudder before he shook his head.
�Not this time,� he whispered and lowered his hands to her hips, �This time is for you.�
Then he spun her around to face him. The move wasn�t quick but it was so unexpected that she stumbled, her feet tangling in the yukata, and she fell against him. Instinctively, her hands clung to his hakama in a futile attempt to regain her footing. He didn�t give her time to overcome her surprise. His mouth crushed hers, cutting off her breath and making her melt against him but it quickly lost it brutal edge and became slow and lingering, making her loose herself to him and becoming unaware of everything around them.
She wasn�t aware of Sesshoumaru pushing the yukata aside with his foot. Nor was she aware when he started walking her toward the futon, but realized that he had moved them when she felt the soft cushion under her heel. Gently, he bore her down and forced her to lie on her back. All the while, still making love to her mouth.
Morgan moaned when she felt his weight on her and arched her head back to give him better access to her neck as he began trailing kissed down it, following an invisible line from her mouth to her breast. She cried out when he captured a nipple with his mouth and instinctively reached up, wanting to protest but shock quickly gave way to pleasure and the words died in her throat to be replaced with a moan and her hands came up to bury themselves in his hair.
Sesshoumaru couldn�t get enough of her. None of his previous flings and been this responsive. The slightest tough make Morgan react with either a sigh or a spasm of muscles and it made him ache for more. When he pushed a nipple against the roof of his mouth and began to suck like a starving pup, she arched against him and cried out in both pleasure that bordered on pain, but when he gently kissed the skin round it, she sighed in pleasure and almost purred. For the first time since losing his arm to his brother, he truly felt powerful.
Slowly, to savor every moment, Sesshoumaru trailed kisses from her breast, down her torso. He kissed her naval, probing it with his tongue and felt her muscles clench and felt her gasp of air. He smiled against her skin and continued his descent.
Morgan had remained still and was enjoying his ministrations but when she felt him separate her thighs and lift them over her shoulders, she stiffened and she grew both curious and uncertain. She raised herself onto her elbows to look at him and watched as he separated her to better see her. She felt her heart began pounding fearfully, as she watched his head descend.
�What are you�Oh God� Unable to form words in his language, Morgan fell back on the futon without any further thoughts of protest.
Sesshoumaru held her down firmly as Morgan arched in both an attempt to escape and increase the sensations but she was unable to move. He was kissing her as thoroughly as he had kissed her mouth, causing an ache that was even stronger than the ache in the forest. She pleaded in a mixture of both his and her languages to stop but he didn�t. Then she begged him to continue as she gasped for air and dug her heels into the futon. She almost screamed when he pushed a finger inside her. He only had to thrust that long digit a few times before her body spasm then went stiff and Morgan saw stars behind her closed eyelids.

Dear Lord, no one ever told me about that, she thought, barely aware of Sesshoumaru crawling back up her body. She felt lazy but was still aching, her body knowing there was a promise of something more but she couldn�t move to do anything about it. She sighed in contentment when she felt him settle himself on top of her and returned his kiss when he gave it, tasting her own flavor on his tongue but she stiffened when she felt the head of his erection probe her entrance, the feeling still strange to her, but she quickly relaxed and wrapped her arms around him as she continued kissing him and he slid inside her to the hilt.
Sesshoumaru growled and broke the kiss in an attempt to control himself. He was so close and he body wanted to take her just as violently as he had in the forest but he refused. This time was for her. When he was sure he wasn�t about to lose his inner battle, he began to move.
True to his work, Sesshoumaru was gentle but every thrust stroked her in a way that made her breath catch I her throat and her body sing. Desperately, she moved under him, her hips arching to meet each thrust, demanding without words that she wanted more. But he ignored her and continued with his slow pace. She knew it was hard for him though. She could feel the restraint under her hands that were clinging to his back and could hear it in his breath against her ear. Purposely, she tightened her muscles around him.
Sesshoumaru snarled and grabbed her hip; his control nearly undone in that movement. He leaned back enough to look Morgan in the eye as he continued his movements, though they were a little more forceful. She cried out desperately and would have arched to meet him if it wasn�t for that one hand holding her down. Damn his strength.
�Please,� she begged as she dug her foot in the futon for leverage and pushed.
Sesshoumaru groaned as that movement caused another tightening of the muscles around him. No longer able to hold back, he gave Morgan what she wanted.
With both legs over his arms and a tight grip on her waist, Sesshoumaru thrust for all he was worth, driving her into the cushion and tearing cries from her throat. She clung to his arms as she moved to match him, and she felt the beginnings of her climax.
Sesshoumaru felt the rippling of her muscles and growled low in his throat as he slowed his pace. Morgan whimpered in protest and attempted to grind her hips against his but his hands tighten to the point of bruising and she stilled
�Tell me you�re mine,� Sesshoumaru ordered as he gave a hard thrust that stopped her whimpers and forced a gasp from her throat.
�What,� her eyes fluttered open and met his. He was staring at her with his traditional glare but his features were forced in a snarl as he fought for control.
�Tell me, your mine,� he repeated, slower, as he leaned forward, forcing her legs closer to her chest. The new position tightened her around him but allowed him to penetrate much deeper.
Morgan cried out as he hit a certain spot inside her and her hands tightened on his arms. The smell of blood assaulted their nostrils. Sesshoumaru ignored the pain as he stared down at her.
�I�m yours,� she whispered and her breath caught as Sesshoumaru snarled as his control was released and he continued at a frantic pace.
They both climaxed violently, both of their bodies growing taut as the dam finally erupted. Morgan groaned as her body finally relaxed and felt Sesshoumaru give one last thrust as his body released the last of his seed inside her before collapsing on top of her.
He was heavy but Morgan didn�t complain as she held him in the cradle of her arms and legs. Lazily she ran her hands along his sweaty back and smiled at his sigh of contentment.
Sesshoumaru had changed so much in the past month. He no longer held his emotions from her. She had seen the proof in his eyes in the forest and just now, she could feel it as his chest rumbled against hers; purrs of contentment, and she could feel it as his arms still clung to her. No doubt Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, would remain the icy lord Japan knew but as long as he dropped that facade around her and their pups, she wouldn�t complain.
Morgan wasn�t sure how long they laid there but their breathing had returned to normal and the fire in the hearth had died, and Sesshoumaru was getting too heavy. She shifted in an attempt to relieve pressure from her ribcage but stilled when the movement sent a ripple through her and she gasped in surprise. Above her Sesshoumaru groaned. Why hadn�t she noticed he was still hard? Morgan couldn�t help but smile and turned her face to his ear.
�Not that I�m complaining, but I�m not exhausted like you said I would be.�
Sesshoumaru laughed and rose up enough to look down at her.
�Who said we�re done.�
And before she had time to savior that happy sound, he made true on his promise.
~
Three days later, Sesshoumaru watched Morgan sleep. She was curled on her side, facing him, her arm flung over his hip. She wasn�t a clinger, which Sesshoumaru was grateful for. After every claiming, she had cuddled against him for a minute or two before rolling over and falling asleep. Her arm being around his waist was a first but considering how she moved around din her sleep, it was most likely that it had just landed there.
Her wrist were still red from where he had held her during their latest mating and he could feel the bruise on his shoulder from where she had bitten him. Their last time had been far from gentle but she handed complained. She did climax three times after all. Sesshoumaru was half tempted to wake her for another round but he wouldn�t. For the past three days, he had allowed her little sleep until they both had collapsed in exhaustion.
Sesshoumaru growled in contentment and the memories. She had been so responsive and so willing to please. She had shocked the hell out of him by taking him into her mouth without being asked, and she had gone willingly into every position and he had used all he could think off. She liked being on top a little too much but he didn�t think it would hurt to indulge her a little. Not if she kept doing that thing with her muscles that caressed him so perfectly, that he was nearly thrown over the edge every time.
A strand of hair fell over her face and Morgan shifted a little and Sesshoumaru couldn�t help but tuck it behind her ear. It must have tickled her for she frowned before rubbing her check and settling but the motion had disturbed her slumber and slowly, her eyes opened. She smiled when she saw Sesshoumaru staring at her.
�Morning,� she greeted before rolling onto her back and stretching, not noticing how Sesshoumaru closely watched her.
She didn�t grimace and there was no sudden adjustment in her stretch, so the bruises on her were probably superficial. Still, he mentally promised to give her a day to recover.
Morgan sighed as she turned back at Sesshoumaru. Her eyes were laughing as she looked up at him.
�I bit you too hard,� she stated as she reached up and touched the area around the mark.
Sesshoumaru cracked a smile, �I barely feel it.� Which was true? In a few house, his body would have it healed completely.
Morgan chuckled, �I�ll have to remember to try harder then.�
Sesshoumaru didn�t laugh but she saw humor in his eyes. Still she was disappointed. What would it take to get this icy lord to laugh again? Morgan sighed, she�d have to work on finding out but she had time, centuries in fact. Morgan stared at Sesshoumaru as he stared down at her. Living with him wasn�t going to be easy but he was worth trying for.
�What are you thinking?� Sesshoumaru asked as he sat up straighter and began stroking her hair. Morgan sighed in pleasure, loving the fact that Sesshoumaru loved to touch her.
�You. Us.� She answered as she turned her head to kiss his wrist before catching his hand in hers. �What happens now?�
�What do you mean?�
�I mean, I�m now the Lady of the West,� she stated before sitting up and staring at him in the eye. �I won�t be cooped up here. I want to go with you on those patrols of yours. I want to fight by your side when the need arrives. I will not be a pampered pet.�
Sesshoumaru frowned, not licking the tone of her voice. He was used to giving the orders, not receiving them but he understood her concern. Morgan was wild and wished to remain so and so did Sesshoumaru, but fighting in his battles?
�We will see when the time comes.�
Morgan narrowed her eyes but settled beside him once again.
�I�ll settle for that for now,� she sighed. �We need a bath,� she stated soon after but made no motion to rise.
Sesshoumaru agreed. The scent of mating clung heavily to them but like Morgan, he was in no hurry to rise. Sensing that he wasn�t going to move, Morgan shifted closer to his side and rested her head on his stomach. In response, Sesshoumaru grabbed the blanket and pillows and stuffed them behind his back in a firm pile before resting against them. The pile would allow him to be comfortable without forcing Morgan to move. Gently, he began stroking her hair.
They hadn�t yet appreciated the act of just holding each other and they savored the moment. Neither said a word. The only sound being the sound of their own breathing. Around them, the castle began to waken. Servants went about their everyday chores and Rin went to her studies, all unaware of the couple in the back of the castle.
Morgan drifted back to sleep, lured there by their rhythmic breathing and his gentle hand and Sesshoumaru was content just to watch her. Both were highly annoyed when Jaken knocked on the screen.
�My lord, the leader of the wolf pack is at the gate,� Jaken explained. �He wants to know if you had seen Morgan.�
Morgan blushed and hid her face in Sesshoumaru�s stomach. This was not how she wanted to explain to her father that she was mated. She faintly heard Sesshoumaru�s growl and knew he was glaring at Jaken�s silhouette.
�Are you incapable of using your nose Jaken?�
They both heard Jaken sniff before letting out his usual squawked before blubbering his apologies.
�Forgive me, my lord, I will go tell him.�
They listened to the steps quickly retreat before pausing and coming back.
�Lord Sesshoumaru, what exactly do I tell him?�
Morgan began chuckling and she looked up at Sesshoumaru to see him looking angrily at the screen.
�You can�t get angry at him for that,� she reasoned. �What would you do if a retainer told you that Rin had mated without your knowledge?�
Sesshoumaru quickly relaxed and looked down at her.
�Then what do you suggest?�
�Tell him I�m safe, Jaken,� she told the retainer before rising. �We�ll need to talk to my father soon.�
Sesshoumaru agreed but made no motion to rise. Instead, he watched her back as she stretched. His eyes were drawn to her marking on her back. He had been surprised the first time he had seen it up close. He had always known it was a tree but he had never seen one like it. The branches formed knots as they traveled up her back to her collar bone and the back of her upper arm and he had never seen the roots shown on any traditional tree marking. The roots started at the small of her back, traveling over her buttocks, and disappearing at her inner thighs. The image was highly erotic and he remembered following the lines with him mouth and tongue during one of their encounters.
Sesshoumaru�s arousal returned full force and the need to mate with her again over powered his promise.
�Are you sore at all?� he asked casually.
Morgan lowered her arms and looked for her yukata.
�No.� she answered right before her world spun upside down as she was pulled over Sesshoumaru�s lap and onto her back. They didn�t make it to the bath for another hour.
AN: Finally got it up and only one more chapter to go.
- 17
- 18
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Worthy	By : whitewavereborn Category: InuYasha > General Views: 6049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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