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Unbound	By : kayelyn Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 8188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: The second half of Noise
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"What is it that you do, Miko?"

"Sess...Sesshomaru-sama..." Kagome stuttered. Her face was an unhealthy shade of red, and her trembling limbs tried in vain to block his view of her body.

Sesshomaru took a small step towards her, sniffing the air. Embarrassment was the predominant scent, followed by nervousness, and a hint of fear. As he slowly crept up to the small woman another, infinitely more pleasing, scent assaulted him. Her arousal. Sesshomaru smirked, "So, she desires this one, does she?" His baser self reveled in that knowledge, and he could not stop the swell of male pride that puffed out his chest.

"I do not repeat myself, Miko, but in this case, I will make an exception. What. Is. It. That. You. Do?" his normal baritone sounding gruff as he asked her again.

Kagome blushed even harder, tapping her fingers nervously against her bare arms, looking anywhere but at the youkai in front her, refusing to acknowledge his question. Her head snapped up when she felt the burning flare of his youki, and at the sight of his raised mocking brow, she exploded. "I would believe the answer to that to be obvious, Lord Sesshomaru. Especially to a daiyoukai such as yourself!"

The daiyoukai merely shrugged. "Indeed, it is, Miko. This one was simply wondering if you would admit to it. However, this one must admit he is curious as to why you must reduce yourself to self-flagellation. What of the half-breed? Or that mongrel wolf? Do not both of them claim you to be theirs?"

Kagome's eyes widened in fury. Forgetting her modesty, she closed the gap between her and the Inu lord and proceeded to poke his armored chest. "Let me tell you something, buddy! I belong to no one. Not Inuyasha, not Kouga, not anyone despite what everyone else seems to think. And how dare you stand there and mock me, when you were clearly enjoying the show? You, hen-"

Kagome's rant was cut off by the clawed hand at her throat and the tree bark cutting into her back.

"Bitch! This Sesshomaru is Alpha! Who are you to speak to this one in such a fashion?" He growled ferally, baring his fangs, and squeezing her throat.

Kagome was still too angry to be as frightened as she might have been otherwise. However, she knew that she had to stand her ground. It was her right. "Do you forget that I am Alpha in my own right, Sesshomaru? I started out tachi, I make the decisions, andI care for the pack. I can speak to you any damn way I please!" she retorted unafraid. He wouldn't kill her. Maim her? Probably. Kill her? No. Partly because of the truce they had made, but also because deep down he knew she was right. Kagome stared unblinking at the Inu lord, letting her message sink in before dropping her case and tilting her head to the left slightly to bear her throat. Sesshomaru growled approvingly, the red leaving his eyes. He granted her a quick lick under the chin in acceptance of her small submission. However, he was unprepared for the blast of arousal that enveloped them both at the gesture.

Sesshomaru took breathed deeply, “This one sees that the taijiya has educated you in the ways of Inu.”

Kagome, utterly embarrassed by her reaction nodded shakily, “Yes, I thought it to be in my best interest, so I would know how to handle any given situation. She’s also teaching me about Kitsune and Ookami natures as well.

“You did well.” He murmured. His respect for the little miko growing by the minute, as well as his lust for her.

Kagome flushed under the unlikely praise, she smiled brightly at him, but it faltered when she caught his molten gaze. “Um, Sesshomaru, could you-“

“Miko, you may be an Alpha bitch, but this Sesshomaru is still your Alpha by right and by might, and you will show respect.”

Kagome nodded, “My apologies, Sesshomaru-sama. I was merely wondering if you would be inclined to release my throat.”

“No. This one is content with where you are.” His husky tone making her shiver. She flushed when she felt his claw tipped thumb graze the sensitive skin behind her earlobe, feeling a fresh rush of liquid heat pool in her belly and loins. “What in the seven hells is wrong with me?” she wondered.

Sesshomaru’s nostrils flared at the spike in her arousal and emitted a low rumble from his chest, which sounded conspicuously like a purr. He watched the miko through heavy lidded eyes, amused at how embarrassed she became over her body’s wants. “So innocent, so pure,” he thought to himself. His baser self wanting to defile her, dominate the little bitch standing before them. And Sesshomaru was never one to deny himself anything.

“You desire this one,” he murmured, leaning over her.

“What? No! I-“

“Do not presume to lie to this Sesshomaru,” he growled softly, “Not when the scent of your arousal is hitting my senses, clouding this clearing.” His statement only seemed to make her hotter, left her wanting more of his seductive voice. He felt her body shiver. He bent down, caging her in, and stuck his nose in the roots of her hair. He inhaled slowly and languidly made his way down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he lustfully growled, “You smell delectable, Miko.”

Kagome shivered once again, body and blood on fire, panties soaked. She knew this was a mistake. She knew none of her friends would understand. But she had wants and needs to, damn it. Her pulse hammering everywhere at once. The way he looked at her, just that one long intense measuring stare had brought out those needs. A low and aching need that throbbed incessantly. On impulse she reached out and put her hand on his suddenly armorless chest. Keeping her eyes on his burning gold ones, she whispered the words that would more than likely damn them both. “I bet I taste even better. Try me.”

His blood was already pounding, a hard and primal beat, as he leaned in closer. He looked into her eyes, wanting to see every shift of emotion. “This one is going to do more than try. Be sure, little bitch.”

“Sometimes,” she thought, “you just have to go with your instincts, with your cravings.” At that moment, all of hers centered on Sesshomaru. With a slow, seductive curve of her lips, she twined a lock of his hair around her finger. She could handle him. She was sure of it.

He put his hands on her hips. This was no pencil thin demoness, but the body of a true woman. And he wanted her... He smirked. He could handle her. He was sure of it. “So be it, Miko.”

He brought her against him in one hard jerk that left her breathless, and then his mouth was on hers. The kiss was desperate, ravenous, tongues tangled, teeth and fangs nipped. The little feral purrs escaping her throat made his eyes bleed red. Kagome freed him of his obi, and then shot her hands under his haori. Flesh and muscle, she needed to feel it. With a hum of pleasure, she kneaded and scraped and stroked until that flesh seemed to burn under her fingers, much to Sesshomaru’s groaning delight.

He fumbled with the odd bindings that covered her breasts before simply tugging the straps down her shoulders and replaced it with his teeth. The craving for the taste of flesh, her flesh, overwhelmed him. He toed off his boots, and she roughly yanked him free of his haori. She giggled when he slammed them back into the tree. The sound becoming a moan when he cut her out of her bra. His reddened eyes drifted down to her now unbound breasts, he lowered his head and began to devour her flesh. His tongue slid over her breast, teasing and tasting, until her knees were weak and colors flashed behind her eyes. The wanting was huge, keen, and primitive. And for now, for both of them, that was all that mattered.

Murmuring mindlessly, Kagome dug her nails into his shoulders earning a lusty growl that seemed to vibrate her entire body, taking her even higher. His chest was broad and firm, hot and smooth under her wandering hands. There were a few scars along his chest and ribs. The body of a fighter, a male who fought numerous battles and won.

He filled his greedy hands with her ample breasts. Though she was human, she was magnificent. All golden skin and lush curves. “Nearly perfect,” he thought, “Soft, smooth, firm, fragrant.” He wanted to bury himself in her, but when she tugged on the strings of his hakama. He shook his head.

“No, little one,” he growled, “I want you on the forest floor.” He grabbed her hands and circled them around his neck, bringing his mouth down until the kiss was savage and stunning. “I want you under me, over me, wrapped around me.”

She flushed and shivered in pleasure at the promise that his words brought. Arching into him, she groaned. “Then take me,” she whispered as they tumbled onto a soft bed of grass.

She rolled over, taking a chance, and straddled him. He simply smirked at her, allowing her to do as she pleased, they both knew who was Alpha. Her lips were hungry, racing over his face and throat. She delighted in the lusty feral growl he gave her when she sucked on his pulse point and his claws digging deeply into her hips. Though she had wanted men before, now there was a ferocious and primal greed she had never experienced before. She would take him. Take what she wanted and ease this unbearable need. “What is going on with me?” she wondered yet again.

When she arched back, the moonlight silhouetting her body, the breath froze in his lungs. He wanted with an urgency he could not remember having for anything or anyone else. Even Tetsusaiga. The desire to take, to possess, to own, surged violently in his already raging blood. He reared up, gripping her hair, and yanked her head back to expose her throat to his mouth.

He was rougher than he meant to be as he pushed her back onto the forest floor. When he heard her moan of pleasure, he was surprised. “Ningen, though she may be, she is not fragile, needing to be handled as glass. Not at all like Izayoi.” Shaking away those disconcerting thoughts, Sesshomaru locked his hands in hers. Her eyes dark and gleaming. Her scent was more than a provocative invitation, it was a demand.

“I could eat you alive,” he murmured hotly in her ear. He held her down; knowing that if she somehow got free it would be over all too quickly. Fast, Kami yes, he wanted it fast but neither did he want it to end.

Her hands flexed under his, body arching, as he drew her hardened nipple into her mouth. He heard and felt her heartbeat stumble as he used fangs, tongue, and lips to taste and pleasure them both. When he had filled himself on her, he released her hands to touch and be touched.

The rolled over the floor fighting for dominance, tugging and pulling at the clothes that still separated them. The quiet night was filled with gasps and low groans. Sensation after sensation left Kagome shuddering under Sesshomaru’s hands, nearly weeping, as lashes of pleasure whipped through her. His hand closed over her and she was hot, wet, and ready. Her body went rigid as an orgasm ripped through her. A whine of pleasure escaped his throat as the scent of her coming exploded in his nose.

Then they went mad.

Later they would only remember a battle for more. And more. Wild animal sex, a craving to mate. Hands slipped of sweaty flesh. Hungry mouths sought each other. She came again, her cry a half-sob of triumph and helplessness. The blood roared in Sesshomaru’s head and all he could think was now-

The screeching sound of her name slammed him back into reality just as he was about to plunge into her wet heat.

“Kagome! Where the fuck are ya, stupid wench?” Inuyasha screamed.

The two looked at one another and sighed. Sesshomaru lowered his brow to hers and muttered darkly,” The half-breed will die.” This only succeeded in making Kagome giggle.

“And what is so humorous, Miko?” he grumbled, quirking a questioning brow at her.

“Kagome smiled and nuzzled his cheek, “Come on, even you must see the hilarity in this.”

“Hn,” he replied, “I can assure you, and this one finds no “hilarity” in being left unfulfilled.”

Kagome sighed, “Regardless, we must go.”

“Really, Miko? This one sees no need to move from his current position. As you can see,” he stated while brushing her swollen clit with his massive erection, “it is quite pleasurable.”

Kagome was almost to shock at his playful banter, to not groan with both need and regret. Almost. “I’m sorry, but we must.”

Sesshomaru sighed, “As you wish, Miko.” He rolled off of her so they could both redress.

Once fully clothed, Sesshomaru turned back to the miko. “If you do not want to answer any unwanted questions from the half-breed or kit, I would suggest you purify my scent from you.”

Kagome startled out of her revelry, nodded dumbly. As she started out of the clearing she was stopped by a clawed hand grabbing her wrist.

“This is not over, Miko.”

She smiled. “Kagome,” she murmured, “my name is Kagome.”

“Hn. Very well. This is not over…Kagome.”

Kagome shivered in response, “No, my lord, this is definitely not finished. Until next time.” With that last parting shot, she turned and walked back to camp bearing a large grin on her face.

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When she made it back to camp, she was unsurprised to find Sesshomaru already there nor the irate hanyou growling in her face.

“Just where the hell ya been, wench?” Inuyasha asked snidely.

“I wanted sometime to myself, which you would know if you had bothered to stick around.” Kagome replied. She caught Sesshomaru’s smirk out of the corner of her eye, and shot him a glare.

“Keh! Whatever, bitch! Just don’t complain and ask us to wait around for you in the morning, cuz we won’t. We need to get to Naraku.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, sit boy… you should know better by now than to talk to me like that!” Kagome walked over to her bedding and slid in. “Good night, Inuyasha,” she sang sweetly. After getting comfortable, she glanced over at the Western Lord, flushing when he met her gaze. “Until next time, Sesshomaru,” she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

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He drove himself hard and deep inside her. They remained still for a shivering moment, joined, mated. His hands sought hers, fingers locked into fists. They began to move, full of speed and urgency. The clearing filled with the sounds of damp flesh slapping together, moans and growls. Their gazes met and held. He watched her eyes go blind and opaque as she crested, swallowing her moan with his mouth. Her hips pumped wildly, driving him closer to his own climax. He hammered into her barely holding on. The need for release clawing viciously in his gut. Then her body went taut, a drawn bow of shock and pleasure. And it was his screamed name he swallowed as he followed her into oblivion.

Sesshomaru jerked awake and glanced around the clearing at his new pack. Looking down, he growled lowly at the mess he made in his hakama. Standing to go clean himself, he looked at the miko. “Soon, Kagome. Very soon. “

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A/N: I could just leave him hanging, even if it was just a dream. More to come hopefully later in the week. Until next time!
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