Midnight Passions | By : inumag Category: InuYasha > General Views: 8393 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Midnight Passions
Author: Maggz
Summary: One beautiful woman, two men to claim her for their own. A World
of Darkness such as InuYasha has never known before and a secret that will rock
his world. Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): InuYashaxKagome; SesshomaruxKagome
Characters: InuYasha, Kagome, Sesshomaru and the rest of the IY cast...
Betas: MOFAF1, Laurell-chan
Author’s notes: This is a vampire fic and contains explicit adult
material and also OOC’ness of some of the characters. If you’re underage or
disagree with this type of content just don’t read. I won’t accept any flames or
rude comments. You’ve been warned.
*Disclaimer: InuYasha and its characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. This
story is just fiction and absolutely no profit is being made out of it…
Chapter 2
Kagome sat in the middle of the huge
four poster bed she shared with Sesshomaru, pulling a brush through her long,
dark hair. She knew they’d be bringing InuYasha inside eventually, knew exactly
where they’d be taking him and wondered briefly and a bit foolishly if she’d be
able to sneak down to see him. Not that he’d WANT to see her, she expected. He
probably hated her right now. Hated and despised her. She shivered, reaching for
the robe that lay near the bottom of the bed.
Shrugging into it, she got up off the
bed and walked to the mirror, reaching out to touch its cold surface. Would he
finally succumb? Would he give in to Sesshomaru’s demands and punishments?
Sesshomaru was a feared and well respected leader, known throughout the dark
underworld they traveled in. Charismatic, beautiful, intelligent and sometimes
cruel… yet he’d never been cruel to her. He’d always treated her with respect,
taken care of her. She’d never forgotten that, ever. She loved him, wanted and
needed him like no other. He’d made sure of that from the beginning, that her
ties to him would be so strong that no person, place or thing could tear them
apart. She didn’t know how she had ever survived without him. She didn’t
remember ever having been without him.
“Kagome.”, Sesshomaru spoke softly from
the doorway. She turned, looking at him, her gray eyes meeting his own.
"Sesshomaru.”, she murmured, her heart
thumping against her ribs. God, he was beautiful! She wanted to touch him, lick
him, bite and suck him until he moaned her name over and over again, his hands
fisted in her hair. Walking over to him, she reached for his hand, pulling him
into the room with her.
“You lit candles.”, he said, his eyes
picking up the glow of at least thirty that she’d taken the time to light for
them. He deeply inhaled their spicy scent.
“They’re new. Sandalwood.”, she said,
looking up at him. Tall and powerful he was; she was indeed his slave in every
sense of the word.
“I missed you tonight.”, he said,
reaching forward to cup her cheek in his hand. She leaned into it, grabbed it in
her own and kissed the palm.
“I missed you.”, she replied.
“I need you, Kagome. I need you to be
mine forever. I want you. I have to have you.”, he said, the urgency in his
voice plain to hear.
“And I you, Sesshomaru. I love you.”,
she whispered, slipping her hands to the buttons on his shirt.
“Ahhh, you LOVE me…”, he chuckled, his
eyes never leaving her as he watched her begin to unclothe him. Her fingers were
nimble and warm against his chest and in an instant, he’d grabbed them, pulling
them to his mouth to suck greedily on each finger as he moaned in obvious
pleasure. She must NEVER leave him… EVER. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. She
was his soul mate, his lover, his partner, the other half of him.
He scooped her up into his arms,
pressing her body against his own as he lay her gently atop their bed. Looking
up for a moment, he caught their reflections in the mirror behind the carved
headboard and smiled.
“Sesshomaru?”, Kagome whispered. “Why do
you smile?”
“I was just thinking how glad I am that
the myths surrounding us are mostly untrue. For instance, this mirror. If the
myth were TRUE, we’d never have the pleasure of watching ourselves as we make
love, now would we?”, he said, crawling over her so that his knees straddled her
lower body.
“That’s very true. I was thinking the
very same thing… well, sort of… before you came in.”, she smiled, reaching up to
twirl a soft silver curl around her finger.
“Oh yes? How’s that?”, he asked, leaning
down to place a kiss on her sexy mouth.
“I was brushing my hair and looking in
THAT one.”, she pointed, indicating the ornate silver mirror that hung on the
wall opposite their bed. “And enjoying it very much.”
“Were you now?” he teased, licking over
her full lower lip. “And you couldn’t wait for ME so that I might watch you
brush your hair as you looked at yourself?”, he pouted.
“I’m sorry, Lover. I promise to make it
all up to you.”, she soothed, her hand straying to his shoulder. She never tired
of stroking over his baby smooth skin. “Maybe you’d let me finish undressing you
for a start?”, she asked, fingers sliding inside his shirt to rub over his firm
chest.
“I’d love that. Please.”, he grinned,
sitting back on his haunches as she reached up to finish what she’d earlier
started. Three more buttons remained and these she eased through their openings,
smiling in pure delicious satisfaction when the soft black shirt parted to
completely reveal his heavily muscled torso to her.
“You like that, eh?”, he growled,
pressing his groin to hers.
“You know I do. You’re a work of art, my
Sesshomaru.”, she murmured, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns down his
chest. “You’re gorgeous.”
“As are you, my little witch.”, he
chuckled, loving the feel of her long fingernails against the skin of his lower
belly. He’d been aroused since he’d seen her in the alley with his little
brother, his long, lost little brother. Or was he, himself the long, lost one?
He grinned to himself; an inside joke but one only HE could understand.
She moved her fingers quickly to his
jeans, rubbing down the outside of his muscular thighs and inward to his crotch.
Taking him gently in her hand, she allowed her palm to press against his
thickness and sighed.
Making love with Sesshomaru was a part
of her life she’d never give up and she’d realized that from the very first
time. He was a master at making love to her and took pride in having her orgasm
by as many different means and methods as he could possibly uncover. Her
satisfaction was tantamount to his own and she KNEW this and adored him for it.
But just the THOUGHT of having him deeply embedded inside her was enough to make
her quiver, and having him inside her, well - there was and never HAD been
anything that would or could compare to it. He was a phenomenal lover.
“My beautiful Kagome, are you dreaming
of making love?”, he whispered, closing his eyes as he reveled in her touch. No
woman had ever touched him the way Kagome did, no woman’s touch had ever
affected him the way hers did.
“And what would you say if I were?”, she
laughed - a throaty, sexy sound. He could well and truly understand how InuYasha
had fallen completely under the vixen’s spell.
“I’d say we shouldn’t waste anymore time
BUT that we should take it slow tonight. I want to be inside you for an
eternity, my love. Does that set right with you?”, he asked as he reached down
to stroke over her breasts through flimsy, sheer fabric. The robe she’d wrapped
herself in before he’d come into the room was a soft one, thin and nearly
transparent. He could, in fact, clearly see every ridge, bump and indentation
that made up both her lovely, dark colored nipples.
“Oh yes. That sounds wonderful. Shall I
finish the job that you are determined to keep me from?”, she teased, sliding
her hands up to the waistband of his jeans.
“By all means.”, he smiled, raising
himself a bit as she slid the button through and the zip down. Putting her hands
to his hips, she pulled on the denims until she had them halfway down his tanned
thighs.
“On your back, Lover.”, Kagome whispered
wickedly and pushed at his shoulders as she rose up from underneath him.
She’d never have been able to do it
alone; he far outweighed her, was much more powerful… but the image it projected
in HIS mind turned him on immensely. Something about her taking control in their
bed just did a number on him, made him almost a puddle at her feet. He wondered
if she knew it… decided it best if she didn’t.
She sat between his sprawled legs, her
back to him as she tugged at the jeans until they were dangling from the ends of
his feet. Pulling them the rest of the way off, she ran her fingers between his
toes and bending one leg at the knee, pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his
ankle.
She heard him moan; a low, harsh sound
that seemed to come from the depths of his chest. She knew he loved being
touched, loved being pampered almost as much as he loved to dominate her.
The touch of his hands on her back had
her turning to him, a shy smile lighting her pretty features.
“My little gypsy lover, take off your
robe for me.”, he insisted, turning her fully toward him with just one touch.
She sat facing him, her legs curled underneath her as she quickly untied the
sash and he pushed it from her shoulders, watching as it fell to her waist.
“God, how do you do it, Kagome? How?
You’re even more lovely than you were last night and the night before. I don’t
understand.”, he whispered, his palms flat against her breasts, just barely
touching her.
“The same as you, Sesshomaru. It’s in
the blood.”, she said softly, catching his eye.
“Mount me.” he said at once, his hand
going to his massive cock to longingly stroke over it. His bottom inched off the
bed, his eyes closed as he waited for her to move atop him.
She slowly rose to her knees, the robe
pooling around her there. Looking down on him, she couldn’t help the little sigh
that escaped her. Pure pleasure, pure intense satisfaction time after time.
His cock was thick, hard and straining
so for her that she found she could hardly stand it! Sliding a fingertip against
the wet tip, she felt him jerk in response, the fire in his eyes brighten.
“Now, Kagome… no games… not tonight.”,
he warned. She looked to him and a shiver swept down her spine. She knew what he
required and why; she also knew she was the ONLY one that could EVER give it to
him because all he really needed was her.
Surprised out of her reverie, she felt
his hands grip her hips when she hadn’t moved quickly enough to suit him, felt
him dragging her across his body. His eyes were liquid golden pools, fiery,
blazing. She spread her knees over him as best she could, moaning when he
entered her quickly, savagely.
“Oh, Kagome…”, he groaned, slipping out
of her seconds before plunging himself back in. Her hands gripped his as she
brought them, clasped, up between their bodies, her eyes never straying from his
magnificence.
“Sesshomaru.”, she hissed, riding him to
her own rhythm when he seemed to lag behind for a moment. He cried out, wanting
to possess her even more than he already did, needing her far more than she
could possibly know.
He felt so good as he moved inside her,
filled her to nearly painful proportions. She was lucky he was her man, her
master… and she intended to show him just how lucky she felt she was.
Letting go of his hands, she lifted her
arms above her as she slowed to nearly a crawl on him. His savage moans beneath
her let her know he was going just where she intended to take him. Sesshomaru
was incomparable in the throes of passion, something she enjoyed to the fullest.
His fingers moved up her ribs and to the
undersides of her full bosom, lifting the firm tanned mounds, squeezing them.
Between thumb and forefinger, he plucked at her nipples until she was the one
crying out in a sensual mixture of pleasure and pain.
Expertly and swiftly, he flipped her to
her back, using the power of his strong legs to wrap around her waist. Now atop
her, he lifted her by the backs of her thighs until her bottom left the mattress
and with an inhuman growl, thrust his still starving cock up into her.
She bit down on her lip, a cry escaping
her as wave after wave of pleasure seeped into and out of her body. She could
feel her own heat and moisture mixing with his, feel her passions spiraling ever
upward and knew that he was beside her every step of the way.
“Sesshomaru… Oh!”, she moaned as she
felt him shoot his load deeply into her. It burned, hot and thick, making her
twist and turn underneath him as her own climax took hold.
How had he ever lived without her? He
didn’t have a clue. He only knew that he must NEVER realize what it was to NOT
have her. He’d found her, he’d made her, molded her as his own. If this was love
then by the grace of all, he was in love but he’d never known true love, so how
could he be sure?
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