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Scream	By : Dunkelgelb Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagura > Sessh?maru/Kagura Views: 15894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Notes (4-20-05)
- 2-Scream
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SHAMELESS PLUG: Be sure to check out my other story, "Battlefield 1542"; I seem to have upstaged myself with this fic, and BF isn't getting as much attention as I had hoped! At any rate, enjoy "Scream"!
Scream
Deep inside the forested land of the Japanese Musashi plain, a taloned, violet-striped hand drew a long, straight-bladed sword from the gold-and-lilac sash that supported it. The hellish katana gleamed with sinister brightness, illuminated by the shine of the summer night's full moon as a thin, polished steel line against the darkness of countless, dimly-lit pine trees.

Tokijin's owner stood deathly still and battle-ready, the nicks and scratches on the black finish of his spiked, steel armor vest proof that he did not shy from combat. Inky shadows spilled from the angular lines of his alert countenance, the bridge of his nose dividing his face into two identical-yet-opposite brothers, one gleaming amber eye bathed in light and the other drowned in pitch. Waist-length, ghostly-white hair lilted in the cool, gentle breeze, flowing from the figure's head like a river of quicksilver as his gaze swept across the trees, searching the spaces between for the form of his target.

He was an inu tai-youkai in his prime, a daimyou ruling the Western territories with cold, calculated efficiency, and he did not tolerate trespassers.

Sesshoumaru roved his eyes from branch to branch, looking for things amiss in the treeline, the cicadas' peaceful, cyclical drone all-too-lulling.

There.
She wasn't overly difficult to spot. The pale cream of her face shone in the moonlight, most of it obscured by her silky, ink-black bangs and a printed paper fan that she held open to the tip of her nose, her crimson, blood-red eyes made deep, glittering rubies in the darkness. She stood perfectly still and calm underneath Sesshoumaru's watchful eye, the only movement about her the light tussle of her heavy, striped, red-and-white kimono's hem.

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes, then replaced the Tokijin underneath his sash. His right boot pivoted out slightly, rooting its heel into the grass below and gaining a strong foothold.
Kagura lowered her fan, tucked it inside her outer kimono, and smiled seductively at the poised inu-youkai.
She turned and bolted.
Sesshoumaru pursued, launching himself forward with a nearly-imperceptible twitch of his right leg.
The chase was on.
Together, they melted into the night, slipping and weaving through the trees with effortless ease. Kagura leapt into the canopy above using her natural youkai agility, leaping from tree branch to tree branch and advancing deeper into the forest quickly and efficiently. Sesshoumaru followed close behind, charging along the forest floor with occasional, powerful strokes of his long legs. The folds of his hakama and haori flapped in the fast-passing air, and he was moving so fast that he barely seemed to touch the ground, made into a blur of silver by the forest's shattered night light.
To a casual observer, this was a battle for survival, a heart-pounding struggle that pitted prey against predator, and nowhere near a social call.
On the contrary, things were about to get quite social.
This was an arrangement between the two youkai. Once a month, every month, Kagura would quietly excuse herself from Naraku's shadowy castle and stray south to the northernmost border of Sesshoumaru's territory, where she would flaunt her scent, feign an assault on one of the villages under his jurisdiction, or do something sufficiently flamboyant to garner his attention, at which point he would conveniently arrive in the nick of time and chase her off his land.
However, he would always chase her to a secluded area, and when they were both certain that they were not being watched, they would proceed to have their way with one another, rutting each other for hours on end.
Thus, Kagura became Sesshoumaru's concubine and Sesshoumaru became Kagura's welcome distraction.
The pact was beneficial to both of them; Sesshoumaru provided Kagura a much-needed break from Naraku's manipulation, and in return, Kagura provided Sesshoumaru solace from his immense sexual tension. Attractive, willing females abounded in Sesshoumaru's land, but none were strong enough to endure the full force of the tai-youkai's passion. With no effective outlet for his sexuality, Sesshoumaru simply kept it bottled up inside him, the desire swelling and swelling until he could bear no more.
He had found a tree-hidden hot spring high up in the mountains during one of his long-concluded patrols, and later, in his need, sought it out with frightening speed, nearly tearing his clothes off as he stormed in. Frantically, he pleasured himself until he collapsed, unleashing his virility again and again upon the sands of the spring's bank, crushing a tree limb between his jaws to keep himself from roaring out. On one such lusty occasion,she had born witness to his act of desperation, and promptly stripped nude, offering herself for his taking.
With feverish lust, he accepted, and they both kept coming back for more.
Kagura glanced over her shoulder at Sesshoumaru as he drew closer and closer to her fleeing form, her lips curling into a smile and her most feminine muscles twitching at the licentious thought of their oncoming liason. Reaching up to the tie in her hair, Kagura retrieved one of her white feathers and flung it out in front of her, the downy object expanding in size to its giant form. The demoness hopped onto it and ascended high above the trees, breaking out into all-out flight.
"I'll make him work for it, this time," Kagura plotted, smirking at the thought.
After flying for a mile or two, Kagura shifted herself as she sat in her magical transport, expecting to find Sesshoumaru in close pursuit.
He wasn't there.
Frowning, Kagura halted her feather in mid-air, angling her upper body backward to compensate for the sudden forward inertia. She floated in the dark sky, her crimson eyes darting around the feather she sat in and the forest below her, searching for the telltale blurs of silver.
Nothing, only the hush of the wind and the swaying of tree limbs.
"Where is he? I know he didn't give up," Kagura wondered.
"Right here." Sesshoumaru said, his lips startlingly close to Kagura's right ear.
Kagura shrieked when her feather lurched backward, yanked out completely from underneath her by an unseen hand. She fell for only a few feet, for within seconds, she landed upon Sesshoumaru's broad right shoulder, thrown over it like a sack of potatoes, her face buried in the beige fluff of his tail-like boa. Just as quickly, the tai-youkai's feet touched down on the soft grass below, and with one stroke of his right leg, both he and Kagura took off into the night once more, heading for a destination that only he knew of. Lifting her face up from Sesshoumaru's odd-looking fur garment, Kagura sighed in annoyance, as she was slung rather uncomfortably over Sesshoumaru's back.
"You're certainly forward, tonight, aren't you?"
"You are late," Sesshoumaru said calmly, his hair tussling behind him as he streaked through the trees.
"I couldn't avoid it; Naraku had me fight InuYasha a little bit longer than usual. I wonder, will you spank me for it?" Kagura asked, raising an eyebrow as she poked Sesshoumaru in the back with one claw.
In response, Sesshoumaru slid his hand down from the small of her back to the lush curve of her rear end, cupping it lightly as if he were measuring its volume.
"Perhaps. You will most definitely be punished for your lack of punctuality. This Sesshoumaru does not wait," Sesshoumaru answered darkly, hurtling over a fallen tree.
"That rather sounds like fun," Kagura purred, "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere private. As compensation for your late arrival, you will stay with me all night. There will be no interruptions."
"All night, huh? I doubt that even you can last that long," Kagura mocked.
"We shall soon see, but first, a precaution is necessary."
Kagura raised an eyebrow quizzically, wondering what Sesshoumaru meant by "precaution". Then, suddenly, she felt his hand move up to the base up her spine, his middle finger pressing down uncomfortably into one of her vertebrae. She gasped out as the force grew and grew, numbness spreading through her limbs.
"Se..Sesshou..maru!" Kagura cried, weakness spreading through her body, bringing her close to the point of blackout.
The dog-demon lord held his finger down on her spinal pressure point for a few seconds more, and Kagura felt consciousness slip away from her, her mind growing sluggish and groggy. The dark green color of the passing forest dulled into a set of blurred blacks and greys, then her eyes slid shut as her body struggled its last, falling limp in Sesshoumaru's hold.
Sesshoumaru huffed at his handiwork. Kagura was unconscious, but unharmed. She was a fierce one, and she would only be out for an hour or so, but even one hour would be ample time for the demon lord to make way to his secret hideaway.
He slowed his breakneck speed to a less hurried velocity. The night was still young.

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Hours passed, or perhaps minutes, Kagura didn't know for certain. Slowly, she returned to the plane of the living, awakened by a strong, sudden warmth, one that contrasted greatly with the feel of the cool, passing wind she had felt before in the open air. The figurative gears inside her mind began to turn, neurons scrambling to line up and form the lifelines that her senses needed to operate. She took a quiet breath, and her nose filled up with the haughty scent of wildflowers mixed with some foreign spice, cinnamon, she concluded. To her dismay, she realized that it was Sesshoumaru's scent and she was still lying over his shoulder.
Her eyelids crept open, her blood-red orbs treated not to the vista of a vast forest, but to the claustrophobic confines of a stone tunnel, one that sloped downward, leading to Kami-knew-where. Sesshoumaru's voice startled her.
"You are awake."
"B-bastard! How dare you h-harm me!" Kagura spat, her voice still shaky from her unwanted dormancy.
"You have not been harmed. I simply made sure you did not learn of where I have brought you," Sesshoumaru said.
"Why is that?"
"You might reveal it to someone...unruly."
"Oh, so you don't trust me, now, do you? Let go of me!" Kagura screeched.

"Don't yell, the cave focuses all sound," Sesshoumaru grunted, the sharpness of the wind witch's voice paining his ears.
"Put me down, immediately!"
Sesshoumaru huffed.
"Soon enough, wench."
"Domineering dog! How dare he refer to me like that!" Kagura seethed in her mind.
Kagura thrashed about in an effort to escape Sesshoumaru's hold, but to no avail. He carried her far into the mountain's labrynth even as she made her pathetic attempts to get away, at last arriving in a large and swelteringly hot stone chamber, one hundreds of feet beneath the surface, heated by a pool of natural mineral water that surrounded a pillar of rock which connected floor to ceiling. Even with the surrounding night, visibility was good inside this atrium, the light that illuminated it shining from the bright moon and in through a oval hole in the stalactite-filled stone ceiling.

Sesshoumaru made his way torward a canvas sheet nailed into the stone wall along the subterranean hot spring's rocky bank, walking through it and entering a perfectly-spherical and pitch-dark stone chamber. It was his private bedroom, his home away from home when he needed time alone from the denizens of his castle. He had created it long ago by melting through the then-solid stone with an amount of his demonic acid, then vaporizing the rest with a great flare of his youki.

Suddenly, Sesshoumaru gave a great heave and tossed the still-raging Kagura onto a heavy bed of thick, brown and black furs, lain in a circular, concave depression at the bottom of the cocoon-like bedchamber. He flung out his arm and his neon-green youki whip lashed out at four stone wells spaced out equally around the chamber, four tall wax candles sparking to life as a result.

With the soft candlelight, Kagura could see more clearly, finding herself in what looked to be a bed chamber, Sesshoumaru's, presumably. Rectangular shelves cut into the surrounding rock lined the small atrium, each one filled with paper scrolls, old swords, folded-up clothes, and even empty bottles that had once held rice wine. The demon lord had been here often.

Kagura then realized that this was Sesshoumaru's private sanctum, likely a place that only he knew about. Since he had gone to the trouble of knocking her out, he seemed to be intent on keeping his den's location to himself, not trusting even her with that information. Angrily, she decided that if he wasn't going to tell her where he was going to bed her, he had no business bedding her in the first place.

Sesshoumaru's next statement to Kagura came as a command, one filled with undisguised, lusty intentions.

"Undress."

"What?" Kagura yelped, righting herself and bringing herself to her knees on the fur bed.

Sesshoumaru removed his fluffy boa and yanked off his armor, both the Tenseiga and Tokijin following along with them.

"I said 'undress'. Now." he repeated, setting his weapons and belongings inside one of the nearby, spacious shelves in the wall.
Kagura sneered and stood up, staring Sesshoumaru straight in his amber eyes with her own, furious, and blood-red ones. He towered over her by more than a foot, but that did not prevent her from confronting him. She was already Naraku's little pawn; she had no intention of becoming another male's plaything.

"I refuse. I will not lay with anyone who distrusts me!"

Sesshoumaru's right hand balled into a fist as Kagura fumed at him, clenching so tightly and so hard that his talons dug into his palm, a few droplets of blood spilling off his knuckles. It was the only indication of the anger and sexual frustration that burned within him. Kagura saw this, watching how his hand shook, and backed away in fear, reaching inside her kimono for her deadly fan, anticipating an attack from him. Sesshoumaru restrained himself, though. He did not lose control and he did not harm females. After a few moments, the youkai daimyou exhaled and lifted his hand to his face, opening it and glancing at the new, bloody wound, rivulets of blood spilling lazily from it. Unimpressed with the damage, he merely grunted and reached up to the top shelf in the wall near him, pulling a book bound in blued leather from it. Before sitting down on the furs near a candle and cracking the thick volume open, he turned to Kagura and looked her directly in her terrified eyes.
"You may go," Sesshoumaru said, flipping through the book's pages to the position his bookmark had saved.
Kagura's hand tightened on her weapon.
"So that's it? You're just going to let me go? Aren't you worried that I'll betray your den?" Kagura asked bitterly.
"If you no longer desire to be associated with this Sesshoumaru, then my den contains no further use."
Kagura gritted her teeth, Sesshoumaru's incomprhensibility aggravating her. He dragged her out so far to his den, even going to the trouble of concealing its location by knocking her out cold, and now, after ordering her to submit to him, he was just going to let her go, no strings attached or questions asked? By the Gods, Sesshoumaru's nerve knew no limit in its audacity!

"You sound like you're giving me a choice in the matter," Kagura stated.
Sesshoumaru said nothing, simply turning to the next page of his book.
A wicked smile crossed Kagura's face. If Sesshoumaru gave her free choice, she would use it as a weapon with which to clash against his obnoxious aloofness. She would not back down. She set her fan in the shelf behind her and moved to stand directly in front of Sesshoumaru's sitting form.
Kagura bent down and snagged Sesshoumaru's book right out of his lone hand, tossing it aside as she straddled his hips forcefully. Throwing her arms around his neck, she leaned in close to his fuschia-striped face, brushing his ivory bangs aside with her nose.
"I think you can find something more fun than reading to do," the demoness whispered.
Kagura shrieked when Sesshoumaru flipped their positions, finding herself pinned on her back to the furs beneath her, a lightning-fast blur of pure white blinding her vision for a moment. The tai-youkai held her by the neck with his right arm and lightly, yet threateningly dragged his claws across the pale column of her throat, one filled with her deliciously and rapidly-pulsing blood.
"You know that I enjoy it when you taunt me," Sesshoumaru growled.
Sesshoumaru released the subdued demoness's neck and moved it up to grasp her chin, lowering his face to hers and capturing her lips in a hungry, demanding kiss. Her eyes opened to their zenith in shock, caught off-guard by his aggressive advance. She cried out into the kiss, struggling beneath him and trying to push him back, but the liquid heat gathering and pooling inside her lower belly destroyed her resolve. Her jaw relaxed and she granted him access, his tongue pushing forward to stroke against hers. Silently, she contemplated his taste, and desired more. He tasted of both clean spring water and soft, summer rain, the intertwined duality increasing her desire.

The youkai daimyou suckled on Kagura's lower lip for a moment, then pulled away as he lowered his right hand to the golden sash that tied her red-and-white outer kimono together, flicking his middle claw across it and slicing it clean. Kagura lay breathless and still as he repeated the action for her green and light blue ones, and even though the slight urge to slap the dog across the face remained, she was becoming highly aroused by his aggressive tactics.

He slipped his hand though her colored garments, stroking her flat belly in circular, sensual motions. With a great flare of his muscular arm, he flung her clothes open, revealing her enticing, nubile, and completely nude form to him. He gazed up and down her trembling, curved body with darkened eyes of the purest gold, admiring her ever-so-slightly flushed cheeks, the gentle hollow of her collarbone, the supple, heaving curves of her firm, ample breasts, the toned pane of her stomach and the dip of her navel, but most prominently, the focus of her femininity.
The thin slit of her Kagura's womanhood gleamed in the moonlight, almost dripping with her excitement and anticipation, and Sesshoumaru's gaze burned darker.

She may have arrived late, but she had definitely arrived ready.

Sesshoumaru gave up a dry chuckle and lowered his face to her neck, running his long, rough tongue over her pulse point before moving lower to bite at her collarbone with light, fanged nips. Kagura gasped at the feeling of his teeth, but moaned out completely when that same mouth covered her left breast, his tongue cupping the rosy peak there while his right hand kneaded and massaged the other. As he assaulted her firm globes, her hands unconsciously moved over his still-clothed arms and shoulders to tangle in his silvery tresses, pulling his head closer to her chest, desiring more of his touch. By Kami, he gave it to her.

Sesshoumaru pulled away from Kagura's breasts after giving one a final, yet harmless nip with his fangs, then looked up directly into her half-lidded eyes as he slowly moved his head lower, stalking down her body, kissing warm flesh as he did. Her phantom heart began to pound as she realized what he was about to do. Sitting up, Sesshoumaru nudged his right hand between her smooth, firm thighs and gently spread them apart, leaving Kagura totally open to him. He traced his hand along her pale, hairless flesh, tracing her wet, feminine seam with one finger.

With no warning, he shoved three of his long digits deep inside her.

Kagura squeezed her eyes shut, stifled a moan, and arched her back against her clothing and the furs beneath her as Sesshoumaru began to pump his hand into her hot and clenching channel, the pad of his thumb working against her pleasure center in matching rhythm. The inu-youkai watched with quiet amusement as she began to work her hips against his questing appendage, giving herself fully to him and the pleasure he created for her. Faster and faster he worked her, and faster and faster she moved her hips, the heated sensation of climax beginning to spread itself through her writhing body.

His timing intentionally cruel, Sesshoumaru withdrew his hand, earning him one of Kagura's angry growls. She opened her eyes and opened her mouth, preparing to berate Sesshoumaru for denying her her craved release. She stayed her tongue, though, when Sesshoumaru locked his gaze with hers, licked her delicious, sticky nectar off of his fingers, then lowered his face to her aching feminine core.

She screamed out entirely when she felt his lengthy and torturously rough tongue penetrate her tight depths.

Kagura moaned, cried, and mewled as Sesshoumaru plundered her with his tongue, pumping it into her in long, deep, and fast strokes, although it was merely a mock-up of what was to come, not that the demoness could focus her mind even that far. The youkai lord's skilled muscle danced and thrusted inside his entertainment's feminine canal, her inner muscles gripping and hugging it, each deft undulation that it made stroking against the walls of her wet tightness and hurtling her torward a screaming, explosive orgasm.

Sesshoumaru stopped for a moment, drawing his tongue back into his mouth while licking his lips, savoring her taste. It was sweet and sharp, purely feminine and completely addicting. He decided to make her give the rest of that taste to him. Breathing deeply and heavily, Kagura drew her elbows up underneath her and gazed down between her legs, just in time to watch her debaucher launch his final, oral assault. Needless to say, it was a devastating one.

Kagura slammed her head back down to the furs and took hold of Sesshoumaru's head in both hands, her fingers tangling in his silver hair and her nails raking across his scalp when he gave her swollen jewel as long, firm lick, sealing his lips to it. He swirled his tongue back, forth, and all around, causing Kagura to let loose not moans, but all-out snarls, baring her fangs to the pointed stalactites of the ceiling, the nearly frightening sounds of her impending climax filling the labrynth while her hips began to buck.

Her calves drew up to her thighs, her body growing unbearably hot. Just a few moments more, and she would be there.

Sesshoumaru pressed his tongue into her clenching channel, knowingly scraping and swirling over that secret, sensitive sweet spot inside her womanhood. He knew what pleased her.

For Kagura, deliverance came early.

The wind witch's body tensed for a moment, then convulsed rapidly as she screeched long and loud enough to elicit a painful grunt from the youkai that was pleasuring her. Cresting waves of unleashed sexuality coursed through her as her climactic honey spilled freely and heavily from her, each generous drop flowing directly into Sesshoumaru's conquering mouth and down his throat as he swallowed eagerly, devouring it with silent gulps. White-hot ecstasy surged through Kagura's veins with every slamming throb that her heartless blood produced, then ebbed away into a quiet, quivering aftermath as her peak subsided.

Kagura moaned and sagged weakly against the fur bed, releasing Sesshoumaru from the tight hold her fingers had on his hair. He gave her pearl one last push, then pulled away, her essence dripping down and off of his chin in milky rivulets. She lay limp, wide-eyed, and completely breathless before him, her breasts heaving hard with each gasping breath, the stream of hot fluid that flowed softly from her still-pulsing womanhood gleaming in the soft aura of the candles' light.

A tiny smile on his lips, Sesshoumaru stood up and proceeded to undress himself, easily garnering the still-swooning Kagura's full attention. He untied the sash that held his white and red, hexagon-printed haori closed, untucked it from inside his hakama, then slipped it off of his shoulders and let it pool around his feet, giving the recovering demoness on the fur bed a full view of his bare torso.

Kagura's crimson eyes wandered over his lean, yet muscular form, for it was truly perfect. He was not heavily-built, but he was far from scrawny, every square inch of his skin rippling with toned muscle housed by smooth, hairless skin of a lightly-tanned cream's hue. The stripes of violet and fuschia that she was able to see on his right wrist and both cheeks while he was fully-clothed extended much further than he let on, wrapping around his arm, angling over the adjacent collarbone, and bracketing both sets of his ribs, each line a unique, natural, and quietly sexual tattoo. He seemed to radiate strength just by standing over her.
It was then that she noted the absence of his left arm.
She had seen it before, already knowing of the emptiness inside the left sleeve of his haori, but she couldn't quite get used to it. The transition from flesh to empty air was a sudden taper, thick bicep focused into a rounded nub of several compounded skin layers in the space of three or four inches. It was not an ugly or disgusting sight, simply an interesting one, another odd trait for an already unique youkai. Kagura paid it no heed, as Sesshoumaru, so far, had been doing an excellent job of pleasing her, and she was sure the best was yet to come, for she had lowered her eyes to the steadily growing bulge underneath his white hakama......
Sesshoumaru tilted his head to one side and observed the focus of Kagura's eyes, how they glowed and where they led to. Chuckling with a huff, he moved his hand down to the knot of the sash that held his hakama up above his hips, taking note of the way she bit her lip in anticipation, all the while kicking off his boots.

He pulled at one of the knot's ties, the strip of cloth slowly giving way...and Kagura held her breath. His hand yanked at the sash. The knot fell apart. His hakama fell to his ankles, Sesshoumaru stepped forward, shaking the cloth away, and by Kami, Kagura gasped, a look of shock crossing her face and refusing to leave it.
He was enormous, his pulsing shaft standing at full mast, proud and ready for Kagura's inspection. Ten inches tall, three inches thick, and engorged to stone solidity with his potent inu-youkai blood, it was fleshed by the same smooth, silky skin that covered the rest of his form. A true extension of his body, it was all Sesshoumaru, and Kagura, for the first time in her life, felt a twinge of real fear. She looked at him, then looked down at her lower belly and asked herself a simple question, and though it was one that she had often found an answer to in the past, it insisted to be pondered.
How on Earth was he going to fit inside her this time?
"I assure you, it will fit," Sesshoumaru stated, "I will make it fit."
Kagura blushed slightly at the dark, lusty emphasis behind those words and drew her knees up underneath her. Sesshoumaru then extended one finger and motioned for her to come closer to him, then rotated his hand and pointed down at his straining member.
"Service me," Sesshoumaru commanded, his voice low and feral.
Kagura's arousal reawakened with that order. In the past, Sesshoumaru had never requested or demanded oral pleasure from her, perhaps because he did not trust his manhood with her mouth, the fangs inside, in particular. He seemed entirely satisfied with her capable womanhood, and the demoness could not help but wonder if he was beginning to trust her more. Though irritated that he would presume to have the right to rend her unconscious on his whim alone, she would not and could not refuse him. She would return the pleasure he had given her, at least. Even then, she could almost feel Sesshoumaru's creamy essence flowing down her throat. Slipping each untied kimono from her shoulders with teasing saunter, she stood up, fully nude, and stalked over to Sesshoumaru, standing as tall as she could in front of him. She could have a little bit of fun while at her new task.
Standing on the tips of her toes, Kagura reached up with one hand and fisted her hand in his silken hair, bringing his face down to hers, their noses barely touching. She then tilted her head to one side and pressed her ruby lips to his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. The kaze youkai closed her eyes and moaned lightly as she tasted her own climactic liquid on his tongue while slipping her other hand down between their lower bodies to cage her slender fingers around the bulbous, knob-like head of his shaft.
Sesshoumaru let out a seething growl of pleasure at the feel of Kagura's fingertips dancing up and down his tip and placed his right hand on the top of her head, forcefully pushing her down to her knees, leveling her face with his aching, throbbing cock. She took a deep breath to calm herself, for his impressive girth seemed much larger up close. However, that would not deter her. Pushing her fears aside and focusing on her lust, the demoness set to work.
Kagura reached up and wrapped a hand around Sesshoumaru's erect, heated manhood, lightly running it up and down its smooth length and admiring its heavy, solid weight, noticing that it too bore horizontal, violet striping, along with his hips and legs. It twitched and pulsed with his hot demon blood, swelling larger and growing harder as she stroked. Soon, after a minute of gentle and pleasing caress, the mighty demon lord gave up a groan as a line of clear, warm liquid oozed from his large tip, dribbling forth and falling upon the furs between Kagura's knees. The wind witch stilled her hand as the base of Sesshoumaru's thick cock and smiled at the sight of his seminal liquid spilling forth. He was ready.
She inched her mouth close to his tip and flicked out her tongue, lathing it over the vertical seam there and his sensitive underside, catching a sample of his salty excitement. She savored his taste it exactly as he did hers, looking into his lusty, carefully-observing amber eyes as she did so. She smirked mentally when one of his eyebrows raised slightly, just as she sealed her glistening, blood-red lips to the head of his member.
Sesshoumaru closed his violet-lidded eyes and breathed deeply as Kagura began suckling him gently, lathing her hot tongue over his wet tip. She eased her mouth down on him, engulfing as much of his steely flesh as she could, but could not manage more than one-third of him. Instead, she pulled away to spit into her right hand and began moving the slickened palm along his length, returning her lips to him as she pumped his large shaft slowly and erotically in time with the rhythmic motions of her sucking mouth.
The youkai lord grunted in pleasure, for Kagura was performing most admirably. The addition of her warm saliva proved to be an excellent lubricant, heightening his pleasure greatly. With each passing heartbeat, stroke, and suck, the sorceress was working him into what would surely prove to be a messily explosive orgasm. As Kagura's tongue caressed his most sensitive areas and her soft hair brushed up and down his abdomen, pulsating surges of white-hot pleasure reverberated from the head of his cock to the very core of his heavy testicles. Slowly but surely, he could feel his hot, virile, and all-too-long suppressed seed begin to churn within him.
Kagura felt Sesshoumaru tense considerably, and knew that he was well on his way torward his release. His hips began to move of their own accord, rolling and rocking, forcing his thick cock further down into the hot, rippling flesh at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes, swallowing his hot, salty juices as they spilled from him. Deciding to finish him off quickly, Kagura reached up with her free hand and cupped Sesshoumaru's swollen sacs, kneading and squeezing them again and again in her warm palm.
This sent Sesshoumaru in a snarling frenzy, the pressure behind his seed growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment, soaring to frantic, fantastical levels. His hips rocked powerfully, his orgasm drawing dangerously near. Suddenly, Kagura shoved herself down on his cock and held her head there while giving his testicles a firm, powerful squeeze. She then began to contract the warm flesh of her throat in perfect rhythm with the stroking of her other hand, and this proved to be the devastating finishing blow that spelled the end of Sesshoumaru's infamous self-control.
His hips jerked hard as he felt a familiar, searing, and absolutely welcome fluid heat rise into the base of his shaft; his restless seed was coming fast. The need for climax was driving him wild! His virility demanded to be let loose, to be poured deep into the fertile chamber of a strong female, and as it stirred inside him, he tilted his head up torward the stone ceiling, his shimmering silver hair spilling down his bare back as he just barely contained a throaty growl of approaching orgasm. His muscles tensed and rippled and his single fist clenched tightly, each one of his talons digging into his palm and drawing forth his raging, adrenaline-charged blood.
Kagura positioned a fang over the large head of Sesshoumaru's throbbing, swollen, and ready-to-burst member, and with the faintest twitch of her jaw, gave it a light, almost imperceptible bite.
That was it for Sesshoumaru.
He grunted hard through clenched teeth as he erupted with incredible force, his hot, creamy essence charging up his shaft, exploding out of him and into Kagura's sucking mouth, each heavy, spurting surge flowing directly down her rapidly-gulping throat. Kagura swallowed as quickly as she could and attempted to match the pace that his pulsing stream of hot seed set, but try as she might, she fell behind and found herself unable to catch up. His hot semen gushed strong and hard, completely flooding her mouth in a matter of pounding heartbeats, the pearl-white fluid running out from the corners of her lips and off her chin as it overflowed.
Kagura had to hold her breath the entire time as she swallowed gulp after gulp of Sesshoumaru's long-pent-up seed, and eventually gave in to the instinctive urge of respiration.
She did it at the wrong time.
She adjusted her throat and tried to breathe through her nose, but the copious, rolling flood of Sesshoumaru's searingly-hot cream interfered, and she coughed. That single cough threw the precarious, fluidly mechanical rhythm that existed between her mouth and his shaft into chaotic disarray, and all hell broke loose.
Kagura's pallet twitched in the wrong direction, and the remainder of Sesshoumaru's colossal release burst into her nasal cavity, nearly flooding her sinuses as it streamed from her nose. An alarmed gurgle tore itself from her throat as she pulled away from Sesshoumaru's pulsing cock, the last few glistening, rope-like pulses of his sperm leaping out a full foot to land on her chin and just below the hollow of her collarbone.
Kagura fell forward onto her hands and coughed violently, inhaling carefully through her mouth and exhaling hard through her nose, trying to flush out the rich, ghostly-white fluid that had filled it so completely. Swallowing what remained of Sesshoumaru's seed and gasping for air, the female youkai at last managed to take in a unimpeded breath of crucial oxygen. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and hung her head on her shoulders, eyes screwed shut and panting lightly from the near suffocation her "service" to Sesshoumaru had caused her. She chuckled mentally, for she should have known that he would come so much and so hard; Sesshoumaru was incapable of anything less than spectacular. That amusement turned into consternation, however, for she he had nearly drowned, and to add insult to injury, she missed most of his taste due to the speed she was forced to down it.

Sesshoumaru chuckled quietly, and Kagura slowly opened her ruby eyes, peering up at the male youkai before her. His hand rested on his right hip, and he wore a light, tiny smile of satifisfaction, his still-erect shaft gleaming by the soft candlelight, dripping sluggishly with the recent culmination of his lust.
"What's so funny?" Kagura asked, wiping her mouth and upper lip with the back of one hand.
"You are. It is quite amusing to see you drenched with my seed."
Kagura chuckled right back at him, earning a raised eyebrow from the stoic demon.
"And what might be so funny to you?"
"You are. It is quite amusing to see you drenched with my honey." Kagura purred seductively, all the while using his own words against him.
Sesshoumaru licked his lips, and indeed, his face was soaked with the aftermath of her release, too. He cocked his head, then huffed and strode over to her, yanking her to her feet and inching his face close to hers. Slowly, he released his grip on her upper arm and dragged two clawed fingers up the valley between her breasts, scooping up the stream of his seed that had pooled there. He held his drenched fingers between their faces, offering it to her.
"Lap it up." he said.
Kagura glanced at Sesshoumaru's smoldering amber orbs, then at his hand, a stream of his creamy essence sluggishly working its way down into his palm. She huffed amusedly and sensually gripped his large right hand with both of her much smaller ones, bringing his drenched fingers to her lips. She snaked her tongue out and lathed it over each digit, lapping and drinking up the seed he had collected. Once finished, she withdrew her smooth muscle and swallowed all that she had gathered, contemplating the taste of every single drop.

To Kagura, it was absolutely delicious.
It was slightly salty, yet faintly sweet, and powerfully strong, infused and throbbing with the strength of Sesshoumaru's bloodline, the same strength that once flowed through the infamous Inu no Taisho. Kagura knew that if this demon lord were to mount her then and there and fill her with this hot, energetic liquid, she would surely bear him a child.
Sesshoumaru's hand slinked away, a creamy, sticky trail of his semen linking his fingertips to her ruby lips and moved around her waist, sliding down her spine to rest at the center of her back. He pulled her to him, crushing her soft, voluptuous peaks to his hard, muscular chest, seizing her lips in a hungry kiss. Each could taste their own, distinctive fluids in the other's mouth, and the kiss grew frenzied, fueled by pure adrenaline and unfettered desire. Their tongues crashed together, mixing their respective juices and saliva into a milky, sticky mixture that was neither one of them, but rather, something entirely more powerful. Their fangs came down onto the other's lip, adding their blood to the sensual dance.
Their youkai nature flared up at that moment.
Sesshoumaru's fangs grew slightly longer and his eyes began to bleed red, his pupils dilating and shifting color from the near-transformation. He broke off the kiss and spun her around in place, bringing her back into his chest and lowering his mouth to the shell of one of her pointed ears while sliding his hand up and down the taut flesh of her lower belly. His immense male member pressed insistently into the small of her back.
"This Sesshoumaru is going to take you now, wind bitch, and after I do, you will bear my pup. If you do not want this, walk away right now, leave my land, and never return."
Kagura needed no time to think it over. She pushed off him, reached up to her hair bun, then removed the restraint that held it up. Shaking her head about, her inky, solid-black hair spilled down just over her shoulders, and she lowered herself to her knees, then down onto one forearm, reaching down between her legs with her free hand. Using two fingers, she spread her wet folds open, offering her body to the lusting youkai male behind her.
"Take me, then. Give me your pup," Kagura rasped, her eyes bleeding red just like Sesshoumaru's had done.
Sesshoumaru growled at the sight of this demoness submitting full access to him so wantonly, and sank to his knees behind her, revelling in both the feeling of the silky fur of the bed stroking his shins and the anticipation that Kagura's nude and willing body sparked in him.
He leaned over her, covering the gentle curve of her back with the chiseled muscle of his broad chest, splaying out his taloned hand next to her head to support the weight of his upper body. Brushing her soft hair to one side, he lowered his mouth to her ear once again, licking at it while whispering heatedly into it.
"Guide me."
She understood him well. Without his left arm, Sesshoumaru could not align his heavy shaft with her feminine entrance and hold himself up at the same time. Therefore, Kagura would have to guide him herself. The thought of Sesshomaru needing any help at all, from her of all beings, amused the demoness greatly, and the concept of administering her own penetration aroused her to no end.
More than anything, Kagura desired to have her own heart beating inside her chest, but the feeling of Sesshoumaru's pounding against her back proved entirely sufficient. It beat quickly and strongly, circulating life throughout his entire body and into a certain part of his anatomy...
The wind sorceress closed her eyes at the feeling of Sesshoumaru's renewed and throbbing erection against her belly, the aching need for sexual fulfillment washing over her and touching every single tingling nerve. She braced her weight on her right forearm, moving her left hand down her stomach and wrapping it around the inu-youkai's impressively solid cock. She stroked back and forth and ground her palm against the swollen tip, ensuring that he would be fully ready to take her.
She smiled when Sesshoumaru's shaft swelled larger in her teasing grip, a light growl rising through his throat and out through his teeth.

It was time.
Kagura pushed gently on Sesshoumaru's shaft and his hips moved back in accordance with her movements. She bit her lower lip when his member slid over the center of her pleasure, but she forged on. Both lovers stilled completely when they felt the heat of the other, the focus of their respective sexualities separated only by two inches of empty, yet searingly heated air.

With a subtle tug of her hand, the demoness closed that distance.
Kagura's right hand fisted in the furs beneath her and clenched tightly as the bulbous tip of Sesshoumaru's lengthy member pressed against her dripping folds, the foreign heat that she felt from it causing her to give up a short whimper. Her work was done. From that point on, it would be Sesshoumaru guiding their coupling.
He pushed forward ever so slightly, parting her nether lips with his immense girth and entering her tight channel, all the while monitoring her body's tension and searching for any sign of pain as he sheathed himself inside her. Even though this was not their first coupling, she remained tight for him, and he took care to avoid harming her. After all, if she came to any harm, who else could provide release for him? Satisfied that Kagura had adjusted to his size, Sesshoumaru pressed forth.
Inch by potent, masculine inch, Sesshoumaru filled Kagura's womanhood with his huge, pulsing cock, enthralled by the rhythm with which her inner muscles rippled and contracted around him as he pressed into her. She had always fit him beautifully, and so lost was he in her body's inviting heat, he sank deep enough into her to press against the mouth of her womb. The youkai lord hadn't even fully sheathed himself.
Kagura's arms gave out underneath her and she fell forward onto the soft furs, squeezing her unfocused eyes shut and moaning out heatedly as the warm tip of Sesshoumaru's member nudged against the soft flesh of her cervix. No matter how many times she rutted with this male, she could never get used to the tremendous pleasure of that one, lone movement. Amazed by the depth of the penetration, Kagura pushed her upper body upwards just far enough to look down between her widely-spread knees, watching with ruby, lust-filled eyes as Sesshoumaru buried the last inches of his shaft inside her, a slight, shallow bulge forming just past her navel.
The sorceress tilted her head back, mewled in ecstasy, and slumped forward to the furs once more, absolutely overwhelmed by the feeling of Sesshoumaru entering and completely filling her womb with his heavy shaft. His immense male girth occupied the entire length of her channel, not the slightest amount of flesh inside her feminine canal left untouched by his power.
The fullness that Kagura felt inside her body was simply beyond words. Sesshoumaru had never been so huge, so long, or so deep inside her as he was now. She could feel the large head of his sex against the final curve of her deepest chamber, its solidity pulsing in time with the steady rhythm of his pounding heart. Many times, she had known great bliss from her own, talented hands, and even Sesshoumaru himself, but the pleasure she experienced then paled in comparison to this, this complete union of two forms contained entirely within her own, a totality of wonderful heat that filled her empty womb and enveloped her senses.
At that moment, that heat bestowed upon Kagura something that she would cherish forever.
She became dimly aware of the heat's gentle pulse, a warm throb she hadn't noticed before, even when she took Sesshoumaru's length into her mouth and drank of his hot seed. It was subtle, soothing, and totally substitute for something she wished she could feel: the beat of her own heart. She smiled, for Sesshoumaru had been holding out on her.
"So this is a heartbeat, huh? Is this what I have been denied for so long?" Kagura mused, realizing how incomplete she really was.
Surrealistic peace washed over Kagura's senses, and she felt whole for the first time in her semi-vicarious life. Even if it wasn't her own heartbeat, even if it wasn't even a heart that pulsed inside her, it was a most convincing simulation, and she vowed to take permanent possession of that feeling for herself, to one day reclaim her heart and her freedom. Seeing that Kagura was lost in her own, private little world, Sesshoumaru leaned in close to her, pressing his right cheek to her left one.
"How do you feel?" Sesshoumaru asked.
Kagura exhaled in a rippled, unsteady breath, sighing from the pleasure.
"Beautiful."
Sesshoumaru scoffed, pushing his torso upright, laying his hand flat on her right hip, preparing to begin his thrusting.
"Then your appearance does not deceive this Sesshoumaru."
The dog-demon withdrew an inch of his member from Kagura's tightness and slowly sank back in, causing the female youkai to groan and claw at the arousingly-soft fur beneath her. He repeated that action again and again, adding one, then two, then three inches to his cyclic retreat, eventually withdrawing almost all of his shaft before plunging right back into his lover's wet core. Kagura's fists clenched and her toes curled hard as Sesshoumaru began pumping deeply into her, growling animalistically as he impaled her rhythmically from behind with his dripping member, over, and over, and over.....
With every single powerful thrust, Kagura could feel Sesshoumaru reaching deep inside her with his shaft, the wet flesh of her furthest inner muscles parting as he surged forward and clenching shut as he retreated, soaking his large endowment with the liquid incarnation of her growing passion. He moved strongly and intently, easily penetrating her cervix and bottoming out inside her at the deepest foray of his movements, expertly filling and emptying her most feminine chamber with the solid flesh of a male dog-demon.
Kagura enjoyed it absolutely, revelling in this carnal act of physical union and the completion of her own sexuality. She loved everything that it entailed: the way her whole body recoiled forward from the raw, untamed energy instilled in Sesshoumaru's forceful pumping, the soothing, yet exciting feel of her breasts mashed into the bedding, its long, silky fibers stroking against her erected peaks, and most of all, the pool of aching, orgasmic warmth welling up inside her belly. She was about to climax around Sesshoumaru's thick, driving cock, hurtling at breakneck velocity towards a devastating, drenching release.
Sesshoumaru smiled when he felt Kagura's channel tighten considerably around his engorged male organ, knowing that she was nearing her second orgasm and listening carefully to the soft noise she made. She must have truly desired this Her labored breathing became heavily disjointed, coming out in faint sobs as she inched closer and closer to the edge of blissful ecstasy. The demon lord's smile disappeared, transforming into a mental smirk when a small burst of Kagura's liquid heat coated his shaft, causing the sounds of passionate rutting to fill the stone chamber the two lovers were enclosed in. The gush and the slurp of the regal, aristocratic demon's entrance and exit in and out of Kagura's womanhood fell as beautiful, erotic music onto their finely-tapered ears.
The wind witch arrived at her peak, teetering on the edge of nearly-destructive orgasm with precarious instability, her sobs transforming into all-out cries of pleasure. Sesshoumaru released his hold on her hip and snaked his arm out and underneath her chest, holding her across the shoulders and pulling her back into his hard chest, remaining buried deep within her.

"You are close, I can feel you tightening around me," Sesshoumaru purred, nuzzling his nose against the column of her neck.
Kagura groaned as Sesshoumaru rolled his hips upward, shoving himself into her core once again.
"Do you like this, Kagura?" he asked, tracing the outer shell of her left ear with his lips.
"Hai, hai.....it feels so good," Kagura mewled, her voice rising into a wail.
"Tell me what you want." the inu-youkai whispered.
"Onegai, onegai....please, make me come! I...I need to come, right now!" Kagura wailed, reaching back and interlacing her fingers behind Sesshoumaru's neck.
Sesshoumaru granted her wish. He began hammering himself into her, moving with a speed and brutality that only he could create and only she could endure. His hips pistoned hard, his heavy sacs and her breasts rising and falling with each thrust, and Kagura's whole body lifted up along with them, sinking back down from the simple force of gravity, allowing the rapid, pounding penetration to begin all over again.
A smile, slight in appearance but deftly wicked in nature, spread across Sesshoumaru's face as he altered the angle of his hips with specific, calculated aim, and his shaft drove directly into a spot along her channel that he had only managed to caress with his tongue.
That seemingly insignificant movement shattered Kagura into the mindless spiral of crushing release.
She screeched long and loud, her claws digging into the back of Sesshoumaru's neck, and her spine arched sharply as her inner muscles clamped down around Sesshoumaru's member, hugging it closely as they pulsed in the throes of orgasm. Her hot, milky fluids spilled freely and heavily from her writhing body and flowed down her lover's rock-solid shaft, drenching his large sacs with liquid warmth and dripping off onto the brown and black furs below. Shining tears born of raw, overwhelming pleasure and relief streamed silently down Kagura's cheeks as she tossed her head back onto Sesshoumaru's shoulder and sobbed out his name, worshipping him with her ever-weakening voice.
Some eternal moments of mentally-corrosive ecstasy passed, and Kagura struggled for air, her body trembling with the devastating aftermath of her violent climax. Her bones seemed to soften and become pliant as she fell limp in Sesshoumaru's arm, that striped appendage the only thing keeping her from slumping forward in a mindless, breathless heap.
Gently, Sesshoumaru leaned forward and lowered Kagura to the furs, slowly removing his shaft from her with a gentle pull of his hips. Lazily, Kagura eased herself onto her left side, then plopped onto her back, still breathing hard from the recent sexual exertion.
"Arigatou......arigatou, Sesshoumaru," Kagura breathed, draping an arm over her forehead, her breath becoming deeper and slowly evening out.
"Don't thank me just yet," Sesshoumaru said, "I am going to fuck you senseless."
Kagura gasped in surprise and her blood-red, exhausted eyes widened in incredulity as Sesshoumaru lay over her, covering her soft lips with his own, sheathing himself deeply and to the hilt inside her all over again.
The night was far from over.
~~~~~~~~~~
True to his word, Sesshoumaru fucked Kagura, most definitely, indeed.
He showed her everything: every pace and every position, from the beginning of the pleasureful pressure to the drenching explosion of her climax. He brought her to orgasm after orgasm, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, and after he found it, he turned it loose and began the chase all over again. It was a unending cycle of blissful infinity for the demoness.
Hours had passed and the candles at the corners of the demon lord's stone chamber had burned down to glowing puddles of melted wax, the dawn's orange sunlight shining in through the small opening in the ceiling. Sesshoumaru and Kagura's bedding was soaked in a mix of their perspiration and her release, the aroma of thorough and energetic rutting heavy in the air.
They were still at it, their passions fueled by pure need.
He sat cross-legged in the center of the furs, Kagura's sweat-drenched body rising and falling in his lap with gentle rhythm, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms thrown around his neck, one hand roaming over his broad, muscular back while the other wound itself in his hair. The wind witch was barely conscious, her eyes half-lidded and her head resting on Sesshoumaru's left shoulder. She whimpered weakly from the release that was slowly winding up inside her.
They looked as if they would never stop pumping each other, their strokes deep, slow, and sensual, but even Sesshoumaru's stamina had its limitations, and his climax had become an inevitability. His taut, soft skin glistened with sweat and his silvery bangs had matted to his forehead over the family mark there, his whole body seeming to shine in the sparse sunbeams of a summmer's dawn. Before, he had willingly and speedily given in to the urge to ejaculate when Kagura suckled him, but he had steeled himself against such desires the moment he entered her body, Hell-bent on making her come as much as he possibly could.
Now, however, his self-control slipped away from him, and bit-by-bit, he could feel that heavenly pressure returning, welling up inside his male machinations like a geyser about to burst.
Kagura exhaled heavily, smiling against Sesshoumaru's throat as she felt the head of his member swelling large inside her, his passion-preceding liquid heat spilling out into her womb and anointing her deepest flesh. Finally, she was about to do to him what he had been doing to her all night long. His orgasm had arrived, and she eagerly awaited the strong, filling warmth of his seed. She had felt Sesshoumaru climax inside her several times before in the preceding months, but now, somehow, she wanted it more than ever, wanting all that he could possibly give her. With supple, feminine rhythm, the demoness began contracting the powerful muscles of her inner chamber and canal while carefully gyrating her hips, massaging and milking Sesshoumaru's gently-thrusting shaft for his copious male essence. Her womb hungered for it.
Sesshoumaru tilted his head back and grunted in ecstasy as Kagura worked his massive cock with her channel's natural, undulating strength. The temptress knew what pleased him. Nothing had ever felt so incredible or so impossibly good, not even hunting down the panther deva Touran, making her throw herself to the ground and beg for her orgasm. She had fear of him. Kagura didn't, and the pleasure he once felt inside Touran never struck as deeply inside him as it did now. He could feel those pulsing surges of aching pleasure working their way down from his bulbous tip into his seed-heavy globes once again, but this time, they forged deeper, stronger, causing his very prostate to clench and tremble, forcing more of his clear liquid up and out of him. An invisible cloak of soothing sexual warmth wrapped around him, drawing him away toward the rocky cliff's edge, the mewling ghosts of a pleasureful ocean beckoning him to leap....
Kagura smiled and reached to Sesshoumaru's head with both hands, cupping his face softly and bringing it down to hers. She looked deep into his eyes, , each one partially-hidden by his damp, silvery bangs, and inside those pools of golden amber, she could see the lust, the need, the closeness of his release inside him. He was there, beautiful to her when he teetered on the edge, a raw, animalistic air about him that made Kagura swoon. Then, she saw something inside his gaze, the faintest flickers of something left unguarded in the depths of his mind. In an instant, it was gone, but the meaning had not escaped the demoness.
It was a trace of desire, and it made Kagura feel like the most beautiful, sought-after female in the world. She was attractive to the demon lord Sesshoumaru, and he wasn't rutting her because he needed to come once in a while, he was rutting her because he wanted to. The wind witch knew that maybe, just maybe, that desire could grow, building into something better, greater, and stronger than before.
It could mean love, and truthfully, Kagura wouldn't have it any other way.
However, Kagura was not ignorant of Sesshoumaru's outward-facing mentality torward emotion, and to bring up such a subject with him could cause irreparable harm to their current, albeit sexual, relationship. If it meant being able to stay with him, she would contain her feelings. Just being near him would be enough. Kagura tugged on her hands, and she brought Sesshoumaru's lips to hers in a soft kiss.
"Am I making you come, Sesshoumaru?" Kagura whispered sweetly, locking her ankles behind his back and tightening her legs around his waist, contracting her inner channel with greater speed and power as she did so.
Sesshoumaru merely grunted in pleasure. The wench was good.

"Go ahead, then. I want to feel it." Kagura spoke, tracing a claw over his facial striping, admiring his clean, angular lines.
"But....the pup," Sesshoumaru growled, his voice cutting off into a sharp grunt.
"I already said 'yes'. Come inside me. Fill me up."
Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to speak again, but Kagura silenced him when she tugged on his head and sealed her lips to his in another, deeply passionate kiss, then lowering her head and lathing her warm tongue over his throat, kissing his pulse point. The demon lord grunted and snarled as the orgasm drew near, his swollen sacs tightening and drawing up firmly to the base of his shaft at long last, the steady pumping of his hips growing erratic as the heat and pressure behind his seed built to uncontrollable levels.
Before she even realized it coming, Kagura's sixth, final climax of the night and morning overtook her, her body convulsing, arching in release, her sweet juices bathing Sesshoumaru's solid cock one last time. She struggled for air and lay her head on the demon lord's shoulder, sinking deep into that vast ocean of bliss, letting the narcotic waves of pleasure take her away. Unconsciously and ever so softly, she began to whisper a single phrase over and over....
"I...I love you.....I love you.....I love you..."
With that, Sesshoumaru leapt into that great sexual void, an abyss from which there was no return. He fell and fell and fell, the foaming brine of the violet sea drawing nearer and nearer. All along, that sea's beautiful sirens were there for him, caressing him, stroking him, pressing soft, loving kisses to his lips and to his pounding heart, guiding him to his destination. They slowed his descent to a lilting glide, gifting him with the image of his beautiful lover captured in feminine climax as they lowered him beneath the waves. The warmth of the ocean licked at him softly before it embraced him fully, pulling him under and shattering his mind with its bliss.
The sound of three, simple, innocent words spilling sweetly from Kagura's lips had pushed Sesshoumaru into the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Sesshoumaru's amber eyes snapped shut, the mechanical reality of his climax overwhelming him. His back arching and buttocks clenching tightly, his testicles and twitching male gland contracted powerfully and forced his hot, churning seed into his shaft. He howled as the glorious, boiling, and breathtaking heat of strengthy ejaculation powered its way up and out all ten inches of his rigid, swelling member. He grunted in quick, almost frantic succession, trying to hold himself back, but gave in and snarled out in the bliss of orgasmic surrender. His heavy, creamy, and highly virile sperm exploded out of him in great, gushing spurts of pearl, each long, throbbing jet bursting forth and forging deep into the trembling chamber of Kagura's womb.
Kagura cried out with a hiss and her eyes screwed shut at the sheer, relentless power in Sesshoumaru's snarling climax. Her fingers curled and her long nails dug into his back, drawing blood from the resulting scratch marks as she felt the thick, healthy semen of the most powerful demon in all of Japan pumping deep into her, the forceful, geyser-like, and truly wonderful feel of his seemingly-endless fluid heat claiming her very womb and flooding it completely leaving her without voice or even breath. The center of Kagura's fertility fell awash with Sesshoumaru's hot, molten fluid, and soon, her entire channel overflowed with it, hot seed spilling out of her almost as quickly as it entered, all that escaped her tight, milking canal replaced by a fresh and heavy load from his heavily-gushing shaft.

Holding her hips down onto his, Sesshoumaru clutched Kagura to him as he let it all go, his heart pumping pure adrenaline and thundering in his ears as he filled her up and gave her his very best. The last streaming pulses of his seed left him urgently and flowed deep into her, conquering her vessel, sating the core of her need, the intense throbbing of release that had seized his whole body slowly fading into small, pleasureful twitches of his shaft. Not one single ounce of his liquid virility remained unspent, and with only two climaxes, Kagura had managed to drain him completely! No female had ever milked Sesshoumaru dry so fully, and he felt light-headed and heavy as a feather, as if a great weight had been lifted from his body, gravity no longer restraining him with such adamance. Abrupt, numbing weakness spread through his muscles, and he exhaled in a single, broken, rippling sigh, thinking himself floating as he lowered himself backward onto the soft fur, bringing Kagura's equally boneless form along with him.
The two youkai lay together, silent and unmoving, Sesshoumaru flat on his back and his drooped, golden eyes staring blankly up at the perfectly-curved ceiling with Kagura draped over him, the wind witch resting her head on his chest while memorizing the rapid, steady pounding of his heartbeat, listening to the sound of his great lungs taking in greatly-needed oxygen, and savoring the warm, fluid feel of his seed gently washing her innermost flesh.
Both lovers stayed in that position for a great while, still intimately-united, basking in the warm, erotic afterglow of their lengthy and immensely satisfying coupling. Eventually, Sesshoumaru recovered a bit of his well-spent energy, using it, though reluctantly, to separate his body from Kagura's. He gently rolled both her and himself over and eased his finally-softening member from her, causing a heavy stream of hot fluid, a mottled mix of his creamy seed and her feminine nectar, to flow from her soaked channel, pass between the taut globes of her bottom, and collect underneath her in a large, sticky, and silvery pool.
Sesshoumaru rose to his knees with a light grunt, looking upon Kagura's nude, resting form with quiet male pride, watching the immense aftermath of his release flowing from her. He was privately amazed at just how hard Kagura had made him come. Her entire womanhood, from her dripping outer folds to the deep center of her tight womb, was fully inundated, drenched to the core with his hot essence. If he hadn't missed her fertile cycle during the extreme length of their rut, she would certainly become pregnant with his child.

Her belly, swollen large and filled with a growing pup, their pup, would be an interesting sight to look forward to, he decided.
Kagura sighed relaxedly and opened her crimson eyes to catch Sesshoumaru's amber orbs roaming lazily over her body, studying it closely.
"What are you looking at?" Kagura asked cockily.
"You. Is there something wrong with that?"
"No, I guess not," Kagura said, propping herself up on her elbows, looking down between her legs at the veritable lake of liquid climax, "Other than the fact that you made a complete mess down there."
Sesshoumaru scoffed and ran his hand through his matted, silver hair, unsticking his bangs from his forehead and allowing the air to cool him off.
"Looks like someone's been excited for a while, hmmm?" Kagura purred, "It's hard to believe that a handsome demon like you needed to come so badly."
"Father's virility carried over to me fully. It is...burdensome...but it would be more of a burden if I spread it around carelessly," Sesshoumaru countered.
"So you don't think of taking me as careless?"
"I recognize quality when I see it."
Kagura laughed to herself. It was another one of his cryptic, half-assed stoic's answers, but it would be the closest thing to a compliment she would ever get from him.
"I trust my punishment is concluded, no?" Kagura asked with a seductive smile, sitting up and tracing a finger over the stripes on Sesshoumaru's chest and stomach.
"Quite."
"In that case, I'm going to take a bath."
Kagura stood up with a small groan, nearly falling over from the orgasm-induced atrophy in her knees. She gathered up her clothes and made her way toward the canvas flap.
"Kagura," Sesshoumaru called.
"Hmmm?"
"Some minutes ago, you told me something rather important. Do you remember what those words were?" Sesshoumaru said, gazing blankly at the wall in front of him.
Kagura cursed herself. Those three little, simple, yet disproportionately high-powered words came out in the throes of her heated passion; she hadn't meant to say them out loud. She had been hoping to dance around that incident, dodging it and praying that Sesshoumaru's messy climax had made him forget about it.
The furs ruffled as Sesshoumaru stood up.
No such luck.
Kagura stiffened when she felt Sesshoumaru come to stand behind her, snaking his muscular arm out around her waist and pulling her back into his broad, hairless chest.
"Did you mean it?" he asked, his voice plain and quiet.
"Sesshoumaru...I..I can't...."
"Tell me. Now." he insisted, cupping her right, full breast, pinching the rosy peak between two of his long fingers, and nuzzling her neck.
"Please...don't..."
"No more games. Yes, or no?" Sesshoumaru growled, his question laden with ultimatum.
Kagura whimpered, and Sesshoumaru concluded that he would have to pleasure the answer out of her. He slinked his hand low and caressed her feminine pearl with his middle finger, rolling it from side to side with fluid caress. The demoness moaned and her head fell backward, her hands unconsciously gripping his and working it against her body with added force.

"Your answer, Kagura," Sesshoumaru said, swirling his middle finger.
"I...I...oh...oh, Gods!" the demoness cried, the unrestrained power of orgasm surging through her veins, "Yes! Yes, Sesshoumaru! I...I love you!"
Suddenly, Sesshoumaru withdrew his hand as he released Kagura from his hold. She stumbled forward, nearly crashing head-first into the curved stone wall next to the canvas flap. She braced herself against it, but her legs failed her, and she sank to her knees as her nails dragged down the granite. If the wind sorceress could hardly move before, she certainly couldn't move at all at that moment, her consciousness almost annihilated by her seventh release. Once she had gathered enough breath, Kagura rasped angrily at her debaucher.
"Are you happy now?"
"Not quite," Sesshoumaru stated, kneeling down, turning Kagura around, and lifting her to her feet.
"What do you want?" Kagura asked bewilderedly.
"Tell me that you love me." Sesshoumaru said.
Kagura's jaw tightened. The bastard was actually double-checking her!
"Why?"
"I want to hear it."
"Fine! I love you!" Kagura shouted, throwing her arms up in exasperation, "I love you, Sesshoumaru-sama!
Sesshoumaru pulled Kagura close to him with lightning speed, causing Kagura to shriek from the sudden movement. Using his right temple, he nudged her head to one side, murmuring into the crook of her neck.
"Sama? Call me.....koishii."
With that, Sesshoumaru bared his long, razor-sharp fangs and sunk them deep into the creamy flesh of Kagura's shoulder, drinking greedily of her sweet blood as it spilled from her, marking her as his and only his. The demoness screamed out as his fangs penetrated her, screeching and thrashing wildly in his grip from the maddening pain. After a few moments of this struggle, Sesshoumaru withdrew his bloodied fangs and pulled away, observing his mark with silent satisfaction.
Kagura simply stood in front of Sesshoumaru, wide-eyed and breathing hard as the waves of pain subsided. Her mouth slightly agape, she peered down at her right shoulder, watching a small river of blood tracing a crimson path down her chest. She seethed as her jaw tightened, teeth and fangs clenched hard as pure demon instinct filled her.

She tackled Sesshoumaru, pile-driving him to the furs, her eyes bleeding over into a violent, crimson glow. Her inner demon was in control now, responding to Sesshoumaru's mark with all the power it could muster. It would not be denied; Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and allowed her to take him.
Kagura's right hand shot up to Sesshoumaru's head, fisting tightly in his hair and pulling his head to one side, exposing his right shoulder to her while her other hand gripped his right, violet-striped bicep. She was going to return his mark all-ahead-flank.
She lunged, burying her sharp canines into the dog-demon's flesh.
It was no simple prick of her teeth; it was an all-out surge, tooth and fang alike coming down and coming together inside Sesshoumaru's flesh, punching through skin and muscle with the mating instinct's fury. She bit hard and fast with spectacular strength, causing Sesshoumaru to give up a slight grunt of pain as his blood filled her mouth. Any lesser demon would have been screaming in agony.
Just as soon as the wind witch's primal assault began, it ended, the glow in her eyes fading away as conscious, rational thought returned to her. She loosened her jaw and removed her fangs from Sesshoumaru's shoulder, pulling away from him rapidly and hurriedly, struggling to comprehend what she had just done, what they had just done.
They were mated.
Sesshoumaru sat up, adjusting his shoulder. The entire area around Kagura's bite mark had gone numb, but he was sure it would flare up with desirable pain in time. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wound, and raised an eyebrow. She had truly let herself go; all of her teeth had left an imprint upon him, and the wound was large, bloody, and glaringly obvious. She might as well have simply carved her name into him with a rusty dagger, scribbling it bloodily across his forehead for all to see.
It was perfect.

Sesshoumaru raised his head to look at his own mark on Kagura again, but she had turned away, clutching her clothes to her chest, silently assembling the pieces of the demon lord's puzzle in her mind.
He had planned this, all along.
Sesshoumaru hadn't brought her to his den, his most secret hideaway, without a damned good reason. He was far too intelligent and much too conservative for such a blatantly gratuitous risk. No, he had sequestered Kagura and himself away for not just some casual rut, but for a mating, taking her thoroughly and fiercely throughout the night, until he asked that one single question that would seal them into matehood.
Kagura smiled, for that question would not be needed anymore. Her declaration of love had served only as an accelerant to his plans, the "yes" that he had been searching for, and now, those plans had been executed completely. All that remained, she thought amusedly, was the toast of sake to celebrate with.
The demoness turned to face her new mate, instantly meeting two cups of said rice wine, held out to her on a porcelain plate on three long, clawed, and aristocratic fingers. Over inside one of the chamber's shelves, a pile of folded clothes had been moved aside and a stone plate slid back, revealing a secret compartment that contained a jug of sake, one reserved explicitly for this special occasion. Kagura laughed softly and took both cups, one in each hand, handing one to him after he set the plate down.
"To our mating," Sesshoumaru said, raising his cup between them, wearing a light smile and tilting his head to one side, obviously pleased with himself.
"You're a smug one, aren't you?" Kagura said amusedly, raising her own cup to his, clinking them together. Their eyes never left the other's as they brought their drink to their lips.
Both drank deftly, the tart, sharp liquor flowing sweetly down their throats and warming their blood with its intoxicating power. However, it was only an augmentation; they were fully intoxicated with each other.
As Kagura finished off the last drops of her salty wine, she peered over the edge of her cup and glanced between Sesshoumaru's legs. His arousal had begun to return to him eagerly, his shaft swelling to full attention. It seemed that her work was not quite finished......
The demoness smiled, took Sesshoumaru's empty wine cup from him and sat it and hers on the shelf near her. She then crawled on all fours to him, sliding her hands up his firm, striped chest and pushing him slowly to the bedding, kissing him softly as she lay over him.
"Nevermind my bath," Kagura said, nipping at Sesshoumaru's nose, grinding her stomach against his member.
"Indeed," Sesshoumaru growled, allowing her mount him.
With no further ado, Kagura raised herself up, grasped his erect, pulsing shaft in one slender hand, and slowly sank down onto him, seating him inside her willing body to her very womb once again.
Their lives could wait.
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