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She Who the Prophecy Foretold	By : SunsetMiko Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 29224 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 42 – A Demon’s Cure, A Monster’s Musings, A Cat’s Tale
Sesshoumaru had not intended to sleep but found that he must have drifted off when he was jolted awake by Isamu’s desperate whispers while he tried to shake his shoulder. “Father, Father, thank Kami you woke up. There’s something wrong with Mama.”
The taiyoukai was suddenly very awake, his eyes flying to where Kagome lay. “What do you mean, Isamu?” He could see her and she appeared to simply be sleeping. She was not sending out any signs of distress through the mark, so he could not figure out why the little boy was so afraid.
“Father! She’s bleeding! I can smell it!” The demon lord inhaled deeply, trying to find what his son had smelled. When the scent hit him, his eyes flashed red for a moment before he regained control. There was definitely the scent of blood, but she was not injured or in danger. He should have known, noticed the slight change in her scent earlier, but he had been too distracted by the overwhelming scent of her tears.
He glanced down at his nearly hysterical son. “She is fine, Isamu. She is not injured.”
“But…”
He was cut off by his father. “It is a part of her normal cycle. Human women are different from demons. You will come to understand when you are older. Trust me, son, she is fine.” They were both distracted when she moaned and shifted, her hand moving to cover her abdomen. “Although, she may suffer some discomfort.”
Isamu didn’t look convinced as he studied the woman while she shifted more, her movement waking his brothers and Shippo. Sesshoumaru watched as his sons stirred and their eyes opened, each looking worried while searching Kagome for the source of the disturbing scent. Shippo, however, didn’t seem bothered and merely snuggled close to go back to sleep.
“She is fine. See, Shippo is not worried.” They all stared at him in shock, except for Isamu who was still rather disbelieving as he tried to understand his father’s words. He let out a sigh before speaking to them all. “I promise you, she is not injured or in any danger. It is something that happens to women, human women much more often than demon. She may be uncomfortable, but she is safe. Now, go back to sleep.”
They weren’t happy with the explanation, but they did as they were told, this time giving the still shifting Kagome a bit more room to move in hopes of keeping her comfortable. One by one, they dropped back to sleep, joining Rin, who was the only one who hadn’t woken.
Sesshoumaru watched as she continued to shift and groan, even a few growls slipping through her pursed lips. Eventually, she flopped onto her back, let out a sigh, and opened her eyes. She stared at the dark, star littered sky for a minute before rising with another heavy sigh. She walked purposefully to her backpack, digging through for a minute before grabbing what she was looking for and walking away. She hadn’t even so much as glanced in his direction. He rose to follow, as Kazue was still sleeping soundly where she was cradled in a small human girl’s arms. He had gone a few yards before he saw her standing perfectly still in the middle of the path.
“Leave me alone, Sesshoumaru. I’m tired and sore and I’m not going to be able to get any more sleep. I’m going to sit in the spring. It’s the only thing that’s going to help me right now, so just go back to camp.” He was rather bothered by the fact that she hadn’t turned to look at him as she spoke. Her tone and the mark both made it clear she was quite annoyed.
“This Sesshoumaru will not leave you unprotected in the middle of the night and it would not be wise to sit in the spring alone while you are so tired.”
“I’m not gonna drown!”
“Still, it is dangero…”
“Fine, whatever. You can stay close to make sure I’m safe if it’ll shut you up, but no looking!” He answered her by sweeping her into his arm, causing her to let out a surprised yelp as he carried her to the edge of the spring.
Once he placed her on her feet, he leapt into a nearby tree, making sure she could see his back. Then she couldn’t accuse him of peeking. He didn’t want to give her a reason to be angry with him, though it seemed like she already was.
Time crawled by as she merely sat in the warm water. He attempted to initiate a conversation several times, both out loud and through their connection, but she wanted nothing to do with him. When the sun started to peek over the horizon, she let out a sigh and studied her wrinkled fingertips.
He heard her pull herself out of the water, listening and waiting for her to dress. When she finally called out to him, he dropped from the tree to see she had already begun the walk back to where their companions slept, not even waiting for him.
He was rather confused. He had no idea why she seemed so angry. She was rather sad the previous day, but at the moment it was glaringly apparent she was not at all happy with him.
When she entered the clearing, Kagome noticed Sango looking through the supplies, appearing rather upset. “You, too, then?” Sango merely nodded and stepped back so Kagome could find what she had been searching for. “I just spent half the night in the hot spring. You might want to give it a try. Hot water works wonders on sore muscles, you know.” The miko then handed the slayer the much-desired item from the future and watched as she walked out of the clearing.
Kagome popped a couple of pills into her mouth before taking a swig of water and swallowing them down. She moved over to her books and picked up a few, along with a spare blanket, which she spread under a different tree before sitting and trying to study. She had less than a week before exams and she was so far behind it would take her forever to attempt to learn it all.
Hours passed slowly and everyone seemed to have realized that it was a good idea to avoid the two young women who were in less than pleasant moods. The children entertained themselves and the monk decided that it was the perfect time to start reading the books Kagome brought for him. Jaken had not yet returned with Ah Un. Kazue and Kirara were doing their best to mind their own business and were playing together out of the way while Sesshoumaru merely sat observing.
Kagome was forced to give up on studying by a fresh wave of discomfort. She had been lying on her side, knees pulled to her chest, softly whimpering for the last few minutes.
His sons surrounded him, looking worried. “She is in pain, Father,” Shinji said softly.
“Isn’t there something we can do?” Yoshi asked.
Sesshoumaru sat and thought for a minute, before standing and approaching where the miko lay. She glared at him, but he ignored it. ‘Let me help ease the pain,’ he stated, though it sounded more like a question. Her eyes softened and she nodded her acquiescence, allowing him to pick her up and carry her away.
When he reached his destination, the demons all felt as the mark stopped sending out her feelings. Sesshoumaru had erected a barrier, blocking the ability of the mark to send out emotions, effectively ensuring them privacy.
She looked at him with questions in her eyes. “I need for you to trust this Sesshoumaru.” She nodded and he lowered her to her feet. She tried to stand, but her knees nearly buckled beneath her. Moko-moko wrapped around her waist, holding her up while Sesshoumaru took hold of the bottom of the oversized pink t-shirt she was wearing. Her eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do.
“Sesshoumaru, I…”
“It is necessary, unless you wish me to put you in the water fully clothed.” She sighed before nodding. She really needed to get in that nice hot, steaming water, and she didn’t think she could manage to change into her bikini anyway.
He pulled the shirt up over her head with a little help from her as she raised her arms, allowing it to slip off completely. His eyes widened for a moment as he took in the sight of her, causing her to blush and look away. She hadn’t had anything on under that shirt and she was now standing in front of him in just a small pair of thin red shorts.
Trying to keep his mind on task, he moved his fur up around her waist to cover her bare chest, as well, while he carefully lowered her bottoms to the ground. She wore just a small covering underneath, quite similar to the bottom of the ‘bath suit’ that had nearly caused him to drown. This time, the small fabric was black and appeared lacy along the edges. After a second’s hesitation, he removed it as well, leaving her to stand naked before him, covered only in the white fur of his moko-moko.
Kagome was slightly embarrassed, but at the moment she couldn't really bring herself to care. The cramps were awful this time, much worse than usual, and the pain relievers she took earlier had done nothing to help, so she allowed him to strip her, thankful for moko-moko, which allowed her at least some modesty for the moment.
She wasn’t anywhere near as bothered by the whole idea as she would have thought, though. She trusted him, quite a lot actually, and she knew she was safe there with him. He would never hurt her. She knew that for sure, so she did not protest as he began to remove his own clothing. All the while, moko-moko helped keep her on her feet as she averted her eyes. She blushed a bit darker as she realized that she was once again alone with a naked Sesshoumaru, only this time she was naked, too.
When he finished removing his own clothes, he wrapped his arm around her, lifting her once again before he stepped into the water, moko-moko dropping off at the edge to stay dry. Wet fur was not a pleasant thing and he didn’t think wet dog smell would help her comfort level.
He moved across the spring to find the ledge they used before and he sat, arranging her over him so that her back was to his chest, resting over one leg so that she was reclined across him, her head lay back on the opposite shoulder.
“Where does it hurt the most?” he whispered gently in her ear. He was surprised by the feelings he was receiving through the mark. He had expected her to be uncomfortable or nervous, but instead she was calm and relaxed.
“My lower back and,” she took his hand, sliding it across the skin of her abdomen, “right here.” She was quiet for a few minutes as his hand gently but firmly massaged the aching muscles of her abdomen, never straying or misbehaving. “Sesshoumaru?”
“Hn?”
“Thank you. That feels so nice and the water is really helping, too.”
“I am glad. I do not think I could take another moment of you being in pain.” He slid his hand around now to rub at the still tight muscles in her lower back, kneading carefully with his fingertips without injuring her with his claws.
All the while, he was fighting his body’s reaction to her proximity, as well as the small noises of pleasure that were beginning to escape her. He tensed as he felt her shift over him, the flesh of her soft rear brushing against what he could not control. He waited for her to be upset, to pull away from him, but she didn’t. She merely giggled softly.
“I take it you’re enjoying this, as well?”
“How could I not? This Sesshoumaru has the most beautiful woman I have ever known, naked in my lap.” His hand slid from her back, around her waist, finding a resting place over her navel.
“Hmmm. Did I tell you to stop?”
A tiny moan escaped her lips as his hand began to move again, creating tingles that were steadily spreading through her entire body. The next one was louder as his tongue slipped out and slid along her shoulder, before he began placing lingering kisses up her throat, catching her earlobe between his lips and giving a gentle tug. Her head rolled back further and to the side, once again showing her willing submission and allowing him full reign of her throat, of which he immediately took advantage.
Her hands drifted, her right sliding over his while her left grazed the outside of his left thigh, tracing with her fingertips to his knee and then back up again. The light touch sent a shiver through him and he sucked her earlobe once more in retaliation.
His hand had stilled beneath hers, but she was quick to remedy that, moving to encourage him. Her fingers slipped between his and she found herself shivering at the feel of the tips of his deadly claws ghosted across her skin. Her breathy moan was cut off, though, as another cramp ripped through her, causing her to nearly fold in half over their hands.
“Damn it,” she whispered.
“Do you trust me, Kagome?”
It took her a moment to register his words, as she was still trying to push the pain away. As it eased for the moment, she finally responded. “I would have to, don’t you think? I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I can take the pain away for a time, if you only trust me.”
~ SWtPF~
Naraku was becoming rather frustrated. Not only was a brilliant idea not coming to him as easily as he had hoped, but his Saimyosho had been failing to return to report. Each swarm he sent to check on the miko and her group never returned and the bees sent to observe the demon lord and his annoying little herd of sons who had dared to survive, also failed to make it back to him.
Someone was killing them, he was sure of it, but he had no way of knowing since he broke that Kami-forsaken mirror. He no longer blamed himself for its destruction. No, he blamed Inuyasha. The idiot hanyou somehow managed to find the girl before he did. It was entirely his fault that he had been angry enough to throw the mirror in the first place.
Kagura had disappeared again and he was certain she was off plotting against him, yet as tempting as it sounded, he couldn’t kill her. She was all he had left, besides the human boy who, while an excellent source of the twisted entertainment Naraku so enjoyed, was not powerful enough on his own to do his master’s bidding. No, he had to keep Kagura alive, at least until he could managed to scrape up a few new followers.
Perhaps, he would create a new incarnation. They hadn’t all turned out quite as he intended, some being indifferent to their creator and giver of life while others were downright dangerous, intent on his destruction, so perhaps not. Forming a new incarnation was rather tiring, after all, and if it didn’t turn out well, it would be a waste of his energy and power.
Kanna was his first and most successful creation. Kagura followed, and though powerful, she was insolent and rebellious. She wished only to be free of his hold and found no joy in following his orders and killing his enemies.
Then, there was Goshinki. He was definitely a good one. The ability to read minds allowed him to nearly defeat the hanyou but, in breaking the sword, which had seemed a great victory for a moment, he set loose the demon side of the inu-hanyou that he had never seen before.
While his demon blood was in control, Inuyasha was a force to be reckoned with. Naraku was certain that not even Sesshoumaru could stand for long against the hanyou while lost to blood lust. So, Inuyasha managed to kill Goshinki and Sesshoumaru had used the fangs of his most prized son and creation to forge his sword, the Tokijin.
He found it rather amusing that his enemy was using the power of his own creation against him. If only Sesshoumaru was weakened in some way, then perhaps Naraku would be able to use the sword against him. If only. Yet, every plot he launched against the demon Lord of the West failed. Sesshoumaru had successfully saved both the little human girl and his disgusting little offspring, but he could always try again, and he was determined to.
He would find some weakness in the armor of the taiyoukai, some little crack through which he could gain entry, and then all that power would be his. The power of the strongest demon alive would be his to wield, and then he would be the most powerful. He would rule the West, and then all the lands. He would rule the whole world once he had the taiyoukai’s power and the power of the jewel.
His mood lightened measurably then, as he fantasized about how things would be when he was in control. They would all bow before him or perish. They would line up to serve him, to worship at his feet. No one, human or demon, would stand against him. No one could, not with the power the jewel would give him, not with the power of the Lord of the West.
An evil smirk darkened his face at his thoughts as red eyes glowed in the near darkness, causing a small boy sitting motionless across the room to fight down a shiver of terror at the possibilities. Whatever was to come, whatever Naraku’s next plan was, Kohaku knew it would not be good.
~ SWtPF~
Kagome nodded “Anything. I can’t take this anymore.” She stretched out against him again, her hand abandoning his as she reached back and caressed his right cheek.
Her eyes widened for a moment as she felt his hand move lower, but she didn’t stop him as his fingers brushed through her soft raven curls before parting her lips gently. She gasped at the new feeling before melting in his hold as he circled the little bundle of nerves hiding there. She let out a much longer moan this time, her hand slipping behind his head and her fingers locking onto his hair as he continued to kiss her exposed throat, nipping at her ear and tracing the curve to her shoulder with his tongue.
“And how… is this… going to…. mmmmm… help?” she asked in a breathless voice.
He smirked, enjoying her reaction to his touch. He was quite pleased when his fingers found moisture other than the water of the hot spring. Apparently, she was enjoying their closeness just as much as he was.
“Just feel,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise you, it will help.” She obeyed, rolling her head back once again as his fingertips continued their path, circling her clit before, every now and again, sliding directly across it, making her gasp and squirm against him. “How does it feel, Ka-go-me?” he breathed into her ear, starting a shudder that traveled down her spine to join in the new and different tightness in her abdomen.
She could do nothing but moan in response as she felt herself approaching something big. She had nearly reached it, too, when his fingers stopped moving completely. “No, no, no, no, no, no. Don’t stop now,” she begged in the most erotic voice the demon lord had ever heard.
“Then tell me, Kagome, how does it feel?” He smirked into her throat as she attempted to grind herself against his motionless digits, letting out a disappointed groan when she found it just wasn’t the same.
“It… it felt… damn it, Sesshoumaru, you’re killing me!” He chuckled in a deep and seductive tone before he slowly started to caress her once more, knowing just how close she had been. “Faster… oh, come on!”
“Tell me.”
“Oh, Kami, it feels… it feels… it feels amazing. Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please,” she groaned out, his pace still achingly slow. “Oh yes!” she cried out as he picked up speed and added a little more pressure. “Oh, Sesshoumaru… if you stop this time… mmmmm… if… you… I’ll… purify you… I swear.”
He chuckled again before nibbling at her pulse point, listening as her moans grew in intensity and she pushed herself into his hand. Just as she was about to fall off the cliff he had carried her to, he turned his hand slightly, his thumb taking over at her clit as he slipped his middle finger into her twitching, slick, hot passage; succeeding in throwing her over the edge.
She cried out his name in a way that he had dreamed of hearing, both her hands now fisted in his hair behind his head, holding on for dear life. He felt her warmth tighten around his digit as he slowed the movement of his thumb, allowing her to come down from her orgasmic high. All the while, he licked and nipped at her throat, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Kagome sat silently for a moment, trying to catch her breath, before speaking. “Oh, shit, Sesshoumaru! That was… that was… I don’t even know what that was.”
“And the pain?”
She assessed all she was feeling at the moment before replying. “It’s gone. Oh Kami, you’re better than modern medicine. I think I might just have to keep you around.”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, slowly pulling his hand away as she let out a groan, already missing his touch, and disappointing the demon lord, who had not yet been ready to give up the feeling of intimacy. He was only disappointed for a moment before she turned in his lap, straddled his legs, and kissed him. And what a kiss it was. It was full of all the passion she had just experienced and all the frustration he held, knowing she was not yet ready for much more. Their tongues danced together until she could no long deny her need to breathe.
As she pulled back from him, his lips immediately found their place on her throat, dragging his fangs carefully across her pulse and making her moan for him once more. “I love that sound,” he murmured into her skin. His hand found a nice comfortable spot on her ass and he gave it a squeeze before pulling her closer, inadvertently pressing his still very obvious arousal against her stomach.
She let out another low moan and pulled back to look into his eyes, except that she had pretty much put her bare breasts level with them, so the swirling red and gold orbs were not focused on her face.
She watched his expression and took in the pink tinted eyes. It was obvious he was fighting himself, holding back from doing something. She smirked at him before tenderly taking hold of his chin and moving his face upward, so he would look into her eyes instead of at her chest.
Once she had his attention, she leaned in and ran the tip of her tongue along the lines on his left cheek, making a low growl rumble in his chest. “What are you thinking right now?” she whispered in his ear before repeating her movement on the right cheek.
Once she pulled back, he searched her eyes, wondering what she was looking for with her question. “This Sesshoumaru is thinking lots of things right now.”
“Mmm Hmm. Sure you are. From the look in your eyes, I would guess you were thinking about one thing, well, two if you want to be specific.”
“And what is it that you believe I am thinking?” Without even realizing it his eyes, had slipped from her face to the luscious, pink-tipped mounds that were bare and oh so close. She watched as he licked his lips unconsciously. It was taking all he had in him not to taste her skin in such a delightful location. He looked up, though, as she began to laugh.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She placed her hands on her hips before sliding them up her sides to cup the sources of his great distraction. “Maybe something about these?” She smirked as she gently tweaked her nipples and his tongue swept out to wet his lips again.
~ SWtPF~
Sango was sitting off on her own, a short distance away from the others. She knew better than to sit near the monk. She was sure to kill him if he dared to grab her ass today and she really would rather avoid murdering Miroku. She smiled wryly at the thought.
If only the idiot could manage to keep his hands where they belonged and stop flirting with every woman he laid eyes on, then things could be so different. She loved the damn monk even with both of his cursed hands. What she wouldn’t give to have him hold her close as she had seen Sesshoumaru hold Kagome. What she wouldn’t do to be kissed like that, but he was impossible. He was completely incapable of any measure of self-control and she refused to be with someone who could possibly cheat on her. She knew she couldn’t handle that kind of betrayal, not now after all she had been through.
She wondered if he even thought of her as anything more than an ass to grab and a girl to flirt with when no others were available. She would like to think so, but then what man would want her? She was definitely not wife material, at least not to a normal man.
She could have married another slayer in her village. The men there appreciated the strength of their women, but nowhere else. She couldn’t see herself ever being a submissive, good little wife. She would never be able to let a man boss her around, even if he was her husband, and besides, her body was littered with scars. No man would take a second glance at her.
She’d become damaged goods somewhere along the line and she knew that she had very little chance of ever finding a man who would accept her strengths and her flaws. That was one of the reasons she could fight so hard. All she had left was her brother and he was trapped in the clutches of the monster they hunted. She would do anything to save him, anything to bring him back safely. Even if she didn’t survive the final battle, as long as she rescued Kohaku from Naraku, she could die happy and rest in peace until the next life.
She held out hope, but just barely, that the monk saw her as more than something to grope. If he could, if he did, then perhaps she could have some kind of life after this was all over. She wiped away the stray tears that had leaked through her barrier of strength, but their scent had already attracted the attention of Kirara. The little two-tailed fire cat sauntered over to her and sat in her lap and Sango petted the fire neko absently as she thought.
Kagome had given her a gift that she had never even imagined. The chance to actually talk with her nearly life long companion was something she never thought possible. The thoughts and feelings of her demon friend had always been hidden from her, locked away behind the language barrier, but now she could talk to Kirara, could know what she was thinking and feeling, and it was amazing.
Already, Kirara had shared so much with her. She told her how happy she was to be with her, how proud she was to fight at the side of the last demon slayer. She spoke of Kohaku and how she was sure they would find some way to save him. She shared many thoughts that she had never been able to before and now, Kirara spoke to her about the monk.
He had no idea Kirara could speak to anyone before Sesshoumaru and Shippo had said they could understand her and he definitely had not anticipated her new secret ability to speak with Sango. Because of this, he had used her as his silent confidant. She always seemed like she was listening, because she was.
Miroku told her many times of his growing feelings for the demon slayer as time passed. He admitted his love for her, how he wished to make her his wife when everything was over and done with, for them to live a normal life, or as normal as was possible for the two of them. He wanted to build them a home and fill it with their children. He wanted to give her everything.
He had also admitted his greatest fear, of her returning his love and being hurt when his wind tunnel finally sucked him in. He was afraid to tell her his feelings, afraid to let her get too close, because if she did and they didn’t kill Naraku in time, he would be forced to leave this world, to leave her, and he didn’t want to do that to her.
He knew how she felt, all alone in the world with only their group as her new family. He didn’t want to be one more person for her to lose, so he kept her at arms length, never telling her his true feelings, all in an attempt to protect her from pain. As Kirara spoke in her mind, Sango began to understand the actions of the monk, his flirting, and his wandering hand. He cared enough about her to sacrifice his own dreams, his own happiness, to protect her from another loss, and she loved him all the more for it.
Kirara shared many thoughts with Sango, long kept secrets, thoughts on life in general, so many different and interesting things, but there were things she did not say as well. There were things she couldn’t tell Sango or anyone. Their constant companion, their partner in battle, their silent friend had secrets of her own.
She knew of things that had not yet come to pass. She had learned a great deal in her many years of life that could not be revealed until the time was right. No one knew her greatest secret. No one was alive to tell, except her, and she had no intention of sharing, at least not yet. She still missed her; thought of her every day. They stood side by side on the battlefield, slept side by side during the darkest nights. She had done everything in her power to protect her, but in the end it wasn't enough.
When Kirara first laid eyes on the girl who traveled with the little kitsune, the inu hanyou, and the hentai monk, she knew. Kirara knew what was still to come, knew some of the secrets that had not yet been revealed. She knew some of what Kagome would still face.
Sometimes it hurt just to look at the young miko from the future. Her appearance was so similar to the one she had lost. The strength and determination of the girl reminded her so much of the other. The feel of their power was nearly identical, even if Kagome could not yet wield hers in its entirety. Kirara still mourned for her first companion, her first true friend, the one she had failed to protect in the end. The fire-neko still ached inside at the loss of Midoriko.
~ SWtPF~
Sesshoumaru watched intently as she rolled her hardening pink peaks between her thumbs and forefingers, his fingers twitching in response. How he wished it were he, touching her so. “Perhaps,” he admitted slowly. “They are quite tempting.”
“Really? I never imagined you to be one to deny yourself anything you wanted.”
His vision snapped up to meet her still laughing eyes. Did she just give him permission? He wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to upset her. Things were going so well so far and he didn’t want to ruin all his progress by doing something she wasn’t ready for.
She smiled at him, the look of absolute confusion just adorable on the demon lord she was currently perched over. Leaning in, she placed a peck on his lips before whispering, brushing the soft, sweet petals against him with each word. “Go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
At her whispered words, he pulled her into a deeper kiss before he trailed nips and licks down her jaw line, Kagome automatically tilting her head back and to the side, causing another low growl to escape him. As Sesshoumaru dragged his fangs across her pulse, she slid her hands from where they rested on his shoulders down his chest, using her nails to lightly tease his skin.
His tongue trailed across her collarbone before dropping lower, nuzzling his nose into her soft flesh before kissing the outer side of her right breast. His lips ghosted over her sensitive flesh and his hand released its hold on her ass to gently cup the left.
She threw her head back and began whispering his name like a mantra when he finally pulled her pert nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip. He smirked against her flesh, thoroughly enjoying the sound of his name on her lips as he suckled, while gently tweaking the otherwise unattended nipple.
Her hands wrapped once again in his hair as her back arched, pushing her flesh further into his waiting, scorching mouth. When he was satisfied that the first had been adequately attended to and could tighten in her arousal no more, he moved on to the other, hearing her hiss in pleasure as the cooler air hit her now moist skin. His hand trailed down her sexy toned stomach before slipping once more between her slick folds, caressing her clit and drawing a deep, throaty moan from her.
He released her nipple with an audible pop before smirking at her as he moved his fingers slowly, teasingly once again. “Kagome?” His whisper drew her eyes to his as he carefully slid his middle finger into her depths before pulling out slowly, only to push in once again.
“Oh Kami, yes!” she breathed as she buried her face in his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as she moved to his ear. “Sesshoumaru,” she whispered gently into his sensitive pointed appendage before nipping at the lobe, pulling another vibrating growl from him, which only caused her to moan again.
There was something he was absolutely dying to do, but he was unsure as to how she would respond. After pumping his finger in and out of her heat a few more times, while savoring the melodic sounds she was making, he withdrew it completely, causing her to groan in frustration. Before she knew what happened, he lifted her out of the water and she found herself sitting on the edge, looking down at him.
“Sesshoumaru?”
He gave her a pleading look before leaning in to take hold of a hard pink peak, circling his tongue around it and making her arch into him again. He could smell her now, the scent of her arousal and blood nearly driving him crazy. She was completely untouched. He had already known that, but to get an up close sniff of her virgin purity was definitely a treat.
Her thighs spread for him as he moved closer without her even thinking about it, and he rested between them, kneeling on the ledge in the water that they had been seated on moments ago. His lips trailed lower, nipping at the soft skin of her pale stomach, placing a long open-mouthed kiss on her navel. “Kagome, your scent, it is just delicious. Your body is calling to this Sesshoumaru.” He spoke into her abdomen before dipping lower and nuzzling the nest of curls he now had the pleasure of seeing.
She gasped as she realized what he intended. “Sesshoumaru… I… You can’t… Not right now.”
He gazed up into her eyes and she could see they were now more red than gold and yet she didn’t feel any fear. Nervousness, yes. Some embarrassment, definitely. But fear? Absolutely none.
When he spoke, his voice was rougher, deeper, and altogether incredibly sexy. “Kagome, please. I want, no, I need to taste you.”
She stared into his eyes, unsure of how to voice her concern. She was sure he didn’t want to do that right now. Not while she was… No, definitely not now. She had to stop him somehow. “But I…”
He had an idea of what she was so worried about. She was human, after all, and had no idea how much the scent of her blood was affecting him. He guessed that her human modesty was what was holding her back and he decided to speak out against her fears.
He was a demon, a predator, and the scent of her blood was calling to him, tugging at him, pulling him in. There was definitely nothing for her to be embarrassed about, not when it was something he needed from her so badly. He held her eyes, ensuring she heard the meaning of his words. “The combination of your purity, your arousal, and your blood is absolutely intoxicating. I do not believe I have ever smelled something so tempting.”
“You mean you…?” She trailed off, not really sure what she had intended to ask at all.
He merely nodded; relieved she had not continued to protest, before burying his nose in her curls and breathing the addictive scent in deeply. He pulled her closer so that she barely rested on the edge before lifting her right leg up and over until her knee hung across his left shoulder and she leaned back on her elbows, absolutely intent on watching what he intended to do.
His fingers stroked her lips gently before spreading them to look down at the glory he was granted sight of. He was her first in each and every way and he had the privilege to go where no man: human, demon, or especially hanyou had gone before. If he had his way, no other would ever see her like this, or touch her, and most definitely taste her. He would be the only one. She was for him and him alone.
He had been staring for nearly a whole minute now and it was beginning to make her self-conscious. What in the hell was he staring at so intently? Was there something wrong with her?
Sensing her rising worry, he looked right into her eyes. “Absolutely perfect,” he whispered. ‘And all mine.’ Still holding her eyes, slowly he extended his tongue and dragged it the length of her folds before sucking gently on the little nub of nerve endings that gave her such great pleasure.
While she thought his hand felt amazing, she had been thoroughly unprepared for what she was now experiencing, his tongue moving in long strokes between paying intimate attention to her clit. He looked up at her then, their eyes locking as he slid his definitely inhuman tongue into her passage, swirling and touching places inside her she didn’t even know she had, causing her to gasp and buck against him while crying out his name once more. His fingers found her clit, giving it a little pinch as he virtually fucked her with his tongue, all the while savoring his first taste of her.
It was everything he ever fantasized about and more and he was sure he would never be able to get enough. He would happily spend the rest of his unnaturally long and quite possibly endless demon lifetime on his knees with his tongue buried in her depths and, from the sounds she was making, he didn’t figure she would put up much protest.
He let out a growl of pure pleasure, the sound vibrating through him, pushing her over the edge into orgasm once more. He withdrew from her, her walls clenching in an attempt to hold him in, and he drank in the taste of her pleasure mixed with her blood.
The taste of her was something he could never describe. It was a combination of the sweetest ambrosia and pure power. The power was a part of her blood, flowing through her veins, pulsing with life. Her magic and miko energies were floating just under her skin, making his entire body tingle. He could not pull away and he found himself bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, until they seemed to run together into one unending stream of earth-shattering pleasure.
When he finally pulled back from her, sensing her exhaustion, he looked up at the sight before him. It was absolutely breathtaking. Her body was laid back fully on the ground, her arms having long ago refused to continue to hold her up. Her breasts heaved with her panting breath and her entire form was flushed and shining with sweat. He crawled up her body, his tongue trailing over her flesh, savoring the near burn of her power and the saltiness of her skin. He kissed her lips gently and watched as she smiled weakly at him before her eyes fluttered closed.
The demon lord stretched out beside her, pulling her tightly to his body and wrapping his arm around her waist securely, as if he was afraid she would vanish into thin air. He summoned moko-moko, which had at some point moved to pillow her head, and it slithered over their naked bodies, covering them from the cool evening breeze.
Checking that his barrier was still firmly in place, he allowed himself to slip into a light sleep. She would need rest before they could return to camp and, to be honest, he could use some, too. Though his erection pulsed painfully in need, he, and his beast as well, had never been quite so satiated in all his years, a feeling of peace sinking into the two as they slept at the edge of the water.
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