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Higurashi	By : WillowCarlisle Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 21294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She couldn't wait any longer. Throwing modesty to the four winds, Kagome turned to the man that stood silently behind her, melting into his warm chest before his hand had left the door knob.
"You're safe," she breathed a relieved sigh, the heat rising at the base of her neck the moment their bodies met. "I'm glad..."
Sesshoumaru could feel the muscles in his jaw tighten, his back strained with the stiffness of his spine. What had been pleasant aches of arousal had begun to evolve into throbbing pangs of need. He could feel her hand, half the size of his own, as it cautiously rested against the plain of his chest. His eyes followed the curve of her chin, roaming downward to her innocently appealing throat and the rapidly fluttering pulse there. He allowed his hand to rise and clasp the column of her neck, his thumb gliding over the little vein that throbbed with the beat of her heart. His nose didn't have to distinguish the scent of anxiety below the thick bouquet of arousal for him to know that she was afraid. Lids lowering slightly, he drew his tongue across the edge of one fang, the prickling sensation drawing his mind back from the brink. He could do little to appease her in his current state. After all, her fear was wholly justified.
He had no doubt that, when the time came, he would be her first. The scent of her virtue was tremendous addition to her allure. Equally, he knew himself to be no type of saint. He'd bedded uncountable women in his time; few of which had not been demons, and fewer still that had lacked experience prior to sharing his bed. It was not a question of morals. After all, a great deal of pleasure could be had in teaching timid hands the correct places to touch; gentle lips the most desirable places to taste. The scents; blissful heat-inducing aromas of the first release... No. His tastes in variations of experience were vast, but it would be foolish to say that he did not prefer the feel of a younger woman's flesh against and beneath his own.
It was their fragile nature that gave him pause.
Such a delicate creature willing to allow him full reign: inviting his attentions, without a moment's qualm. It aroused him, to be sure, but she knew little of the dangers to come. He would take her; would grant her the exquisite pleasure of sharing his bed, feeling his embrace. The journey prior, however, would be a difficult one. He couldn't promise her soft kisses or gentle petting. No hushed words of reassurance, no calm assertions to quell her regrets. Moreover, he could not promise her that there would be no pain.
Kagome's arms went about him, her cheek pressed against the cotton of his shirt. He ran a hand over her shoulder, following her arm downward to grasp her elbow. The other stretched to the night stand, depositing his coffee cup there, still nearly full. He came back to her, tilting her face up to his, leaning slightly backward so that his eyes held hers. Tiny droplets of rain water still clung to her lashes, gathering them together in moist little spikes. Her cheeks were now dry, her hair quickly following suit. He released her chin and she immediately bowed her head, curling back into his warmth.
"Kagome..." he breathed, his grip on her elbow tightening as she pressed more firmly against him. "It's much too early for you to be here."
She shook her head, her voice muffled as she spoke. "I know," she groaned into his shirt, "but I had to come. I had to make sure you were ok. The marks... There's something wrong with them. I can feel it."
His eyes slipped to her collar once again. Kagome...
"These feelings are natural," he told her, brow slightly furrowed. "They will subside once the ritual is completed."
"I won't make a sound, I promise. I'll leave the minute Shippou and Tsuyako get here, ok? Just let me stay and wait with you."
Voice level, he relented to a sigh. "There's no need to be frightened. I've made the journey through the gates before."
"Not like this," she insisted, holding him tighter.
"Regardless," he argued, mild humor entering his tone, "as the circumstances are, you'll prove to be more of a distraction than a pillar of courage."
"So?" she mumbled. "You can put up with it for a little while, can't you?"
"Youkai have limits as well, Kagome. There are few left that I find myself able to maintain where you are concerned."
There was a long pause. A very long pause.
"I don't want to make it hard for you..." she replied finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "So let me decide this time, okay? I want to be here with you. Tonight. Every night. If you'll let me stay..."
The meaning behind her words struck home cleanly and soundly. Clear as bells ringing through the darkness, the words echoed in his mind again and again. Consent. The very blood in his veins stirred white hot urgency, eyes widened to gaze down at the girl in his arms. Militant self control, held steadfast by centuries of stoic self-maintenance, had deterred him from making his initial advance so soon. A proper courtship called for time. Patience. Now, she'd given consent. Her word had given him freedom to proceed, and as darker laws within higher demon societies would entail, that consent could not be recanted. She was his to stake claim in, at whatever time he chose, and as she melted into him with a sigh and a bashful arc of aroused fragrance, it would seem that the time was now.
Kagome had little space to absorb her own brazen words before Sesshoumaru began to move. The hand that had been holding her elbow slid lower, fanning past her waist to settle on her hip. The other, the left one with the strange etchings, snaked backward to loosen her fingers and lift her arm away from his waist. She looked up at him, half startled when he moved away from her embrace to stand and gaze down at her. She could feel her cheeks burning as he studied her, and looked about the room to keep from meeting his open stare.
She was growing more and more uneasy, but he continued to look at her. He moved suddenly, cirling her and coming to stand just beyond her left shoulder. His hands grasped her arms, pulling her a step backward, her back pressed to his chest. His breath was warm against her skin. She trembled as he nuzzled her neck, pushing her hair to the side with his nose, his hold on her never loosening.
"Remove these," he spoke lowly near her ear, sending shivers down her spine at the sudden command.
He slipped a leg forward to brush her inner thigh, tapping a foot against the side of her right shoe. Dark eyes watched as she bent, her round little rear coming within inches of his enflamed groin. Her hair slid over her shoulder and he could see the color spread through her cheeks, and he smiled a dark and knowing smile. He was just getting started.
Kagome rose slowly, unsure of herself now that he was no longer touching her. She looked ahead and willed her blush away as she tried to center her thoughts. The seconds ticked by before he began to move her, bringing her back to him at the same time that her propelled her two steps forward. Soft cool lips brushed the skin of her neck, the wet feel of his tongue tracing small circles below her ear. Powerful hands slipped below her arms, circling her waist, and skillfully undoing the first two buttons of her blouse.
"Finish it," he murmured.
Her eyes widened, pulse racing to a frenzy. She wondered if she had hear correctly, her thoughts reeling at what he suggested. She waited, unsure again of what to do. As he lowered his hands, his lips halting their trek across her fevered flesh, she knew what the answer was. Raising trembling hands, eyes closed tightly and breath firmly held, she undid the third button of the blouse. She felt him move slowly, his presence at her side as she undid the fourth. The fifth brought him somewhere before her, his gaze on her evident even behind closed lids. His hand touched her cheek lightly at the sixth, willing her wordlessly to open her eyes. The seventh and final button gave way as he watched her, his eye following her every movement as she slid the garment off of her shoulders and let it drop to the carpet with a muffled thump.
They were both silent: he watching her, and her returning his heated stare with a shy one of her own.
"Continue."
Kagome jumped slightly as his hand slipped from her cheek to her shoulder, edging slowly downward with just the barest tip of an ivory claw. He ran a finger across her collar, down between the swell of her breasts, and over the front of her bra. That single digit curved past her navel, tracing the band of cloth at the waist of her jeans before pulling away once again.
"I want you to continue," he repeated, making no move other than to recline against one tall bedpost.
Her tongue moved to moisten her upper lip nervously. She'd never done this before, stripping for a man. For that was precisely what it was: a slow and torturous striptease that she had somehow become the star of. Although she fought to deny it, this nearly humiliating demonstration of the power he had over her, she knew deep down that she was enjoying every passing second that she remained the center of his attention. And so was he.
Sesshoumaru's eyes never left her as she fumbled with first the large metal button, then the unyielding zipper. She was sure that she would lose the battle with the damnable thing until it finally gave, slipping down to reveal a triangle of soft white cotton beneath. She saw, rather then heard, his sharp intake of breath, and radiating warmth settled between her thighs at the sudden look of animal-like hunger in his eyes. The pants slid over her hips, falling in a pool of faded blue denim at her ankles, and she stepped from them, stumbling slightly and landing with a soft "oof" in his arms. Both her hands pressed against his chest, her eyes wide and spine stiff while his hands slid languidly down her back and over the firm roundness of her rear end.
"Well done," Sesshoumaru breathed against her throat, turning her and pressing her backward until her thighs met the edge of the bed. "Now... sit."
Kagome obeyed without protest. He made swift work of removing some of his own garments. The boots were first to go, easlily stepped out of without breaking his gaze. The shirt he wore was tugged over his head, pale hair falling loose to cascade over tautly muscled shoulders and flawlessly toned back. The faint jingle of the metal belt buckle forced her to drag her eyes away from his chest, but her cheeks flamed as his hand descended to the button of his slacks, her head turning away as he made to remove that last piece of clothing.
Breathe... the word echoed like a mantra inside her head. Oh Kami... Is this real? It can't be real... Not him... Not us...
His hand was warm as it held her chin, turning her face back to his. He grasped her fingertips and lifted her until she was kneeling on the bed before him, her eyes almost level with his own. He searched her face, head bending and mouth angled to capture hers in a slow and sensual kiss. She closed her eyes, palms sliding over his shoulder, stablizing herself as he explored her mouth. His touch was light, his lips possessive, moving only as she gasped for air, her forehead pressed against his.
"Finish it," he whispered now, voice low and heavy with desire.
Sesshoumaru's hands slid up her sides, coming finally to cup and stroke her aching breasts. Kagome reached down between them, her confidence fueled by his desire for her, refusing to give into the shyness that welled in her veins. The button gave easily, the zipper following suit, but she didn't stop there. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of the heavy material and tugged. They didn't go very far, and she could hear his amused chuckle as she bit her lip and tugged again. He raised a hand and gathered her wrists together, holding them both while he pressed her further backward.
"Slowly," he said simply, laying her against the cool sheets.
She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He was like a predator as he moved, each finely honed muscle along his arms and chest tensing and relaxing smoothly as he knelt over her, rising to straddle her hips. His eyes narrowed fractionally, the shadows playing along his features, making him appear infinitely more threatening than he had been a moment before. Kagome stiffened as he lowered his head, his lips close to her ear.
"The morning is ours... only if you still wish it to be," he whispered thickly.
One stealthy hand slid up the side of her body, skimming across the curve of her ribs to brush the underside of one breast. Slowly, and with deadly precision, he hooked a claw beneath the front of her bra, sliding the finger sharply downward. The short, crisp sound of rending fabric was followed by a spill of cold air across her bare nipples. His gaze came to rest on her exposed breasts, taking their fill appreciatively. Golden eyes, speckled with flecks of crimson, lifted to meet hers and he pulled her to him, chest to chest, as he slipped the material from her shoulders, placing his lips there instead. His tongue met her bare skin, lapping distractedly while his hands caressed her, blazing trails across her fevered flesh. She felt him grasp her hip, fingers splayed and thumbs slipping beneath the waist of her small cotten undergarments and inching them slowly lower.
"One word," his voice was rough, edged with the barest hint of a plea. "Refuse me now, Kagome. Before it's too late..."
She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip to keep from groaning aloud. There was no refusing this. It was exquisite torture, the way his skin barely brushed hers, the heat overtaking her with the delicious sliding of hard against soft. She was overshadowed by him; held small and fragile beneath his powerful hands. Before she could find her voice to question the feelings stirring deep inside, he had her lain bare and trembling before him with freshly awakened desire. His lips were like a brand, burning sweetly in their conquest of her own. His tongue teased, tantalized, made its way past lips and teeth to seduce her own in an achingly slow dance. His hand rose to cup her breast, kneeding gently, all the while savoring her mouth as the other hand slid down between them. She held her breath, skin aflame, senses reeling, knowing what would come next, but defenseless to stop it.
He was watching her again, withdrawing from their kiss to study her features carefully as he found the hot, moist juncture between her quivering thighs. He had offered her a final chance to retreat, but found that he could not release her, eyes darkening with need as a single stroke of his fingers wrung a throaty moan of pleasure from her lips. Shocked confusion shone in her sapphire gaze and she reached for him with desperate hands that clung where every they could. She clasped his right hand, holding it firmly to her breast, as the muscles along her thighs clenched involuntarily, stiffening and releasing in time to the movements of his skillful fingers.
A shudder ran through her as he stroked her, dipped dangerously lower, caressing, probing. Her quavering gasps filled the room as he slowly slid one finger in. His own breath caught as he felt her clench, gripping him in a firm hold. The heat was rising inside her. He could feel her growing tense, her hips lifting to meet him, nearly disrupting his careful ministrations. Her soft mewing whimpers were growing harder to resist, the innocent plea calling forth a baser level of savage need deep inside him. Teeth clenched, reigning in his own feral desires, he slowly slid a second finger downward to accompany the first, preparing her for what was yet to come.
She was losing control. As desperately as Kagome fought to hold onto her sanity, it was proving to be a futile effort. Sesshoumaru had gained full power over her body, bending it to his will with a single hand. He had ceased caressing her breasts, her hands holding him to her while wave after wave of sensation broke above her. True, she had touched herself in this way before, but nothing she'd attempted in the past could compare to the blinding current of pleasure Sesshoumaru's hands were bringing her now. Still, she ached for more. Lips parted in whimpers of ecstasy, she would have begged him for just that, had she the voice to do so. She wanted to scream. To shout. To cry out her desperation. Not only desperation, but shameless wanton need, as she found herself abruptly lacking as he withdrew that skillful hand. She was panting, aching for the feel of him to return. Hazy eyes searched his face as he drew his other hand away as well, moving from her completely and slipping out of sight. A whimper of protest murmured deep within her throat as she struggled to rise, but froze on her lips as he came back to her.
Her breathing came, shallow and quick, her eyes wide as her mind replayed the image of him over and over in her head. She had known, could easily have imagined from the feel of him pressed intently against her, the sheer definition of that singular aspect of his anatomy that made him purely male. But this...
She felt, heard, and saw him move. Could feel as he slowly parted her legs, settling that heated column of genuine maleness against her already burning skin. She understood, even ached to fulfill, the need he so blatantly had for her. Something inside her had become paralyzed, though; struck into stillness by what she had seen. Her mind reeled in denial, struggling to make sense of it, but she couldn't say a word. Could only succumb to the feel of him pressing fractionally deeper, her lids slipping closed as the pressure of him entering her sent a spasm of sensation throughout her body. He was taking his time. Guaging her responses as he delved gently deeper. He leaned over her, suspended above her on strong arms as his hips alone guided him inward. Her brow furrowed and she gasped sharply as the next movement brought a flash of pain. He shifted, balancing artfully as he caught her below the knee, bringing her thigh above his and widening the passage he sought to fill. She looked onward through a veil of mist, breathing rigidly. He was nuzzling her, a rumbling deep in his chest soothing her nerves, urging her on. Kagome fought the urge to cry out. It was a feeling of being stretched too far, too quickly, and she wasn't sure how much more of it she could take. She reached for him, holding on tightly as discomfort turned to pain and began to build.
He could smell her tears as she clung to him, her back arching with the shallow rock of his hips; could taste her fear and helplessness on the tip of his tongue as he forced himself to a slower pace. Tilting his head, he lapped at the streak of moisture that trailed from her lash to the curve of her cheek. Ears keen, senses alert to every quiver of her slight frame, he slanted his lips across hers. It was growing unbearable. With each gasp, each breathless murmur, he grew closer and closer to that dangerous throbbing pulse; that savagely beating heart of a demon at the peak of rut. While he had opted to move slowly, initiating her as calmly as he could manage into this first experience, it demanded maddeningly that he have his way with the girl. That untamed side of himself, the raging beast he truly was, clawed at his senses, tearing at its chains, seething restlessly beneath his skin until he began to give in. Flecks of crimson burst and bled like rivets to fill his sight. Lips clasped roughly to hers, he thrust deeply, almost savagely, pushing as far as the tight little vessel would allow, and swallowing her agonized cry as the second struggle began.
It hurt. More than any wound she had ever suffered. More than the darkness that had engulfed her for months without rest. More than even her own death and rebirth had been. This new pain ran deep, so raw and merciless, she could scarcely draw breath for fear of worsening the burning ache. Sesshoumar's lips were brutal as they devoured hers, claiming all sounds she could bring herself to make. All the while, her mind was spinning in alarm.
He was inside her.
Deep inside. Deeper than she would have thought something that size could possibly go. Her mind refused to accept it, but she could feel him there. Could feel it straining, pulsing, swelling tremendously inside as the pain slowly began to recede, and she could allow herself to breathe again. She moaned lowly against his lips, her stomach fluttering. He eased the pressure, gently licking the corner of her mouth in apology. His eyes shone golden bronze, the fervor seeping from them. She reached trembling hands up to cup his face and licked his lips timidly in return. He groaned, pressing into her roughly at the innocent gesture, and she winced.
It was a blissfully tight fit. Every nerve in his system was acutely tuned to the heady sensation of her body sheathing his pulsing flesh. Even as she reached for him, wordlessly stating that she had overcome the initial shock of his claim on her, Sesshoumaru couldn't quell the throb of masculine pride at this conquest. Lifting his head, he studied her features, meeting her gaze as she graced him with a gentle smile.
"Kagome..." he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
Movements steady, he withdrew slightly and thrust forward. Her enamored gasp was sweet music to his ears. She gifted him with a second and then a third, each one a sweeter answer to his steady thrusts than the last had been.
It did hurt. Like a tender wound, it stung and ached still, but with that soreness came a deep and staggering pleasure that had her toes curling. Each time he repeated the motion, withdrawing further before coming back to her with breathless urgency, an involuntary moan slipped from her lips to tumble along with countless other sounds of passion. Assured now as she drew her thighs up around him, he reared slowly and plunged back to her, beginning anew the exquisite whirl of sensations his fingers had merely hinted at before. Slow and controlled at first, his was a steady, ruthless rhythm that quickly built in strength and urgency. Her cheeks glowed with color, her pulse racing. His eyes held hers steadily as he thrust inward again and again. The friction built, drowning her with its intensity. His lips sought out hers, curving triumphantly as she tilted her head up to meet his without urging. His tongue plundered her mouth, moving in rhythm with the hard, fast motions of his body against hers. She clung to him suddenly, held fast in a bevvy of consuming ecstacy, the climax washing over her in caustic waves.
Sesshoumaru hadn't expected her release to come so quickly. He stared down at the girl as she tensed abruptly, every muscle in her body tightening, her moans coming in rapid cessession. He steeled himself against the explosion of scents rising from her skin, realizing too late that it wasn't enough to keep the roiling urgency of his desire behind its dam of control. The heavy aroma poured directly into his core, unfurling like great ebony wings to engulf him, shattering his restraint beneath its featherlight weight. His nose found the curve of her neck, drawing deeply from the very source of the rich aphrodesiac, a shudder cascading along his spine with the discovery of her quickly renewed state of arousal. He'd moved before the thought had fully developed in his mind, withdrawing from the moist nest he'd found for himself, and turning her with eager intent. He watched the flicker of confusion in her expression through the eyes of a creature seperate from himself.
It wasn't over. Not yet.
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