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Rise Of The Shikon Miko	By : golden_eyes_hypnotize Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters herein. I make no money by this writing. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is all in your head.

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Chapter 44

Friday, August 30^th started like all her days now. Her inu daiyoukai was doing his time-to-wake-up purring growl and she slowly awakened feeling safe and loved. She stretched against his body, loving the feeling, and adjusted so she was looking into gold within gold eyes brimming with his feelings for her.

“’Morning, sailor. How’s it hanging?” she asked with a cheeky smirk.

She was pinned on her back in a flash—precisely where she wanted to be—with Sesshoumaru throwing her legs over his shoulders and just holding himself there, poised, but not breeching. His hard maleness was there for her to see, twitching at the apex of her thighs in anticipation, so long and erect it was touching his sculpted stomach, so ready a bead of moisture was already gracing the tip. He stared down at her like he was ready to devour her, his intense gaze swirling with the crimson of his bestial side. ‘Mmmmm…we so need to start a photo album.’ Her sex, still wet from last night’s play, flowed with new moisture from the erotic display in front of her. She put on her best pouty face, squirmed her body seductively and whined, “Pretty please, Sesshoumaru, I need it. Pleeeease?! Ahh!”

Mid-“please” he rammed his cock deep inside of her and pressed her legs down until they were on either side of her head, pinning her firmly. He loved how flexible his miko was and was always thrilled to find a new position to put her in, though this was one of his favorites because it kept her captive by her own body and he got to look into those lovely eyes of hers. She loved feeling completely in his control and enjoyed the sensations and closeness. Any position where he could feel her take every inch of his length, such as this one, drove him to near-madness.

He drilled her with his rigid staff, mercilessly thrusting in and out, grinding his pelvis against her clit with every stroke and she was doing that delicious thing she did with her hips despite being nearly immobilized. He could feel her walls trembling with anticipation, heard her breaths coming faster and her moans becoming more desperate and he was nearly there as well. He wanted to change things up a little for her, though, and give her something he knew she adored.

He pulled out of her, causing her to whimper in distress and disappointment, but he leaned down and kissed her lips, whispering against them, “Get in position for me, miko.”

He sat up and she was up in a flash, eager to feel him inside her again, turning on her knees and presenting her beautifully strong, rounded rump for his pleasure. She moaned when she felt his fingers, claws retracted, teasing her pucker, thoroughly moistened from their play. He inserted first one finger, spreading her juices up inside her tight passage, then another, twirling them and loosening her up. He tried for three and soothed her, “Relax, miko, this Sesshoumaru will bring you only pleasure.”

When she was well lubricated and pushing back against his fingers, he pulled them out and positioned himself, lining up with her well-prepared hole. Slowly, so as not to hurt her, he pressed himself inside her.   The daiyoukai blinked dreamily at the sensation of being in his chosen’s hot, tight, asshole. He kept pushing, and she pushed back until he was fully sheathed inside her, their groans of pleasure harmonizing in the quiet room. Carefully, he started moving in and out of her, letting her feel every inch.

As usual, her demon was being far too gentle with her. She was ready and desperately wanting him to fuck her senseless but he was taking his time in an effort not to hurt her. She’d only been having anal sex for 28 years, just because he was a good deal bigger than she was used to, didn’t mean she was going to break. She wound up her strength in her legs, waiting for him to be almost out of her, then thrust back with all her power, drawing a strangled “Ahh!” from her one as she impaled herself on him.

After he recovered, he almost laughed. His chosen was never a patient female and was even less patient in matters of sexual pleasure. He savored those times when she put herself completely in his power and he taught her, at long length, that patience had its rewards, but now was not one of those times. He, too, longed for completion and they had big plans for the day.

He drove into her flesh, eliciting a long, deep moan of contentment from his chosen. He dug his fingers into her soft hips, pistoning in and out of her tender flesh, harder and faster, over and over until she screamed his name and he emptied himself inside her quivering tunnel.

He rolled them to their sides as he always did from this position, and held her, nuzzling her neck and licking the tiny beads of salty, liquid exertion on her skin. In a week and a day, he would be lapping her neck for an entirely different reason: he would be sealing the wound of her mating mark and she would finally be his for all eternity.

Kagome was having the exact same thought. She finally had someone who loved her as she loved him, until the end of time, and they would make a family and a life together. She had had to wait a very long time and had one hell of a hard journey, but she was finally home in the arms of the demon she had loved her whole life.

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After a quick breakfast of ham and cheese omelets, Kagome’s morning was full of last minute details for their marriage and mating ceremonies next week. The invitations and announcements had only said “wedding” but they were not prepared to announce the mating until after Naraku’s defeat. He was a monk, after all, and if he suspected even for a second that Kagome was Sesshoumaru’s one, he would realize how powerful she truly was and he would scatter to the winds, perhaps continuing to gather forces and power until they had no hope of defeating him and he took over the world. No, the prophecy set the date for the confrontation and they would put their faith in the prophecy.

Kagome was currently meeting with the cake decorator, who had brought a perfect duplicate of her cake, which Inuyasha was already digging in to, despite his mate’s scolding and Kagome’s dirty look.

“Wha? S’reelee guh!” he said defensively around the entire slice of cake he had just fit in his mouth. The girls just met aggrieved eyes and shaking heads over him and laughed.

It was actually made with soy flour and a mix of lower-carbohydrate substances that were high in protein, with a blend of two sugar substitutes to sweeten it, and the frosting was a whipped cream frosting made with Splenda. Many of the rosettes were actually sugar-free meringue. She still hadn’t picked out a topper for the cake, though, as nothing seemed to match the couple. She had a brief idea of having a plastic replica of Sesshoumaru’s doll in the nursery made, but it was probably too late for that.

Her last appointment of the morning was her dress fitting.   She had two dresses: for her human ceremony, she had a white, designer-commissioned, Western-styled dress and for her mating ceremony, she had a formal kimono with so many layers she would have three people helping her into it.   As a wedding present, Kagome was making Sesshoumaru’s kimono he would wear for the mating ceremony. She had gone to an ancient demon silk spinner specifically for the cloth orders for both kimono. Shiori and Inuyasha must have taken 100GB of pictures of her dresses and the whole process over the weeks, but they had claimed that right and Kagome was sure all of the flashes going off in her face over the last two months would be worth it when her scrapbooking-crazed girlfriend memorialized this journey and their special day for them.

Sesshoumaru knocked outside their chambers, though, of course, everyone present could sense his aura, being demon, hanyou, or his miko, but he was a demon who valued courtesy and decorum highly. Kagome spoke up, “They’re almost done taking me back outta this crazy thing. I can feel the blood returning to my extremities so it shouldn’t be too much longer.   Meet you in the entry hall?”

“Hn.” It was a soft reply, but he knew her newly enhanced hearing heard it.

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Following the procession of the professional designer and her entourage of assistants was his miko, delectably dressed in a sailor-inspired pinup girl halter dress. The red dress had a heart shaped bodice that made her large breasts the center of attention. A two inch wide white ribbon trimmed the front of the bodice, hugging her breasts, formed the halter, and tied in a sailor knot at her cleavage. There was a thin, white, patent leather belt highlighting her slender waist, and the lightly crinolined skirt belled out at her calves with a thin, white ribbon trim about three inches from the bottom of the skirt. She wore a white flower in her roller-curled hair behind her left ear and matching red, three inch pumps with white bows.

She sauntered up to him, her eyes raking his body, loving how he looked in his pressed, black dress slacks and Turnbull & Asser custom, white, two fold 200 dress shirt he always wore, black, custom, full-brogue oxfords from John Lobb polished to a mirror shine on his feet. She blew him a kiss from her cherry red lips, winking an eye outlined in thick, black, liquid liner starting from the middle of her top lid before swinging out in a taper and saying, “Why, hello, sailor. Here to shanghai me?”

Adoring how she managed to remind him of their earlier love play so thoroughly, he almost regretted that he had made plans for their afternoon. He would like nothing better than to deconstruct her carefully arranged appearance to one of a well-ravished female, but he had promised her this day before the battle began in truth and she would have it. Minx.

He swept her up in his arms bridal style for her cheek and walked through the door Jaken rushed to open and down the landscaped path to the garage as she shrieked with laughter.

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She ooh-ed and ahh-ed at everything, running from one exhibit to the next in her heels, completely oblivious to the outright gawking by the males and the venomous glares from the females, likely in response to the reactions of their men. They were currently in Bear Country and she was leaning over the railing, pert rump sticking up, breasts nearly spilling out, and making baby sounds at the polar bears.

“Who’s a good giant killer? You are! Uh-huh. You’re big and brave and beautiful and sooooo cuddly I could just hold you all day!” She straightened, her hands on the railing at her hips, chest thrust out, and looked up to her companion. “It’s too bad we can’t feed them fish. I bet they’re cute when they get all vicious. Buyo is.”

“Kagome, you could never throw a fish all the way across the moat to the bears’ island.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She brightened instantly. “Hey, let’s see what’s next!”

She cooed at the cats, freaked over the fish, loved the lizards, squealed for the sea lions and went ape for the monkeys. Now they were in the Wolves’ Den and it was the worst of all.

“What big eyes you have, Grandma! What big ears! And, oh my, what big teeth you have!” she called to the pack.

Sesshoumaru grabbed his chosen from behind and raked his fangs over her pulse point, eliciting an excited “Mmmm!”

She turned in his hold and looked up into his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong? You don’t seem to be having nearly as much fun as I am.”

He didn’t know how to tell her what he was feeling because it was confusing to him. It was almost as if he were…jealous…of animals.

Kagome hugged him to her, taking a deep inhale of his woods and spice scent, and understanding dawned on her face. She pulled back, looked him in the eyes and said, coyly, “Sesshoumaru, darling, there’s one more animal I just have to see before we’re done.”

They had walked the whole park, what else was there to see?

“Take me to my clearing?” she asked with a soft smile, eyes wide and smiling with her plea.

And he knew. She was quite perceptive, his miko, he had to admit.

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He set her on the swing he had tied her up on and kissed the tip of her nose before stepping back. Youki swirled, causing a torrent of air to churn in the clearing, sending leaves and debris flying around them, yet he kept them safe in the eye of the storm. In a flash of greenish-white light, Kagome was hit with the overwhelming unfurling of his demonic energy as he transformed into his true form. As the winds quieted, Kagome stared up in wonder at the massive inu daiyoukai above her.

He was straight out of an ancient scroll: long, silver-white fur with longer tufts moving in the waves of his youki at each paw tipped with deadly claws and at his ears, fully crimson eyes that held the soul of the demon she loved, a mouth full of fierce, razor sharp, curved teeth. She was overwhelmed by reverence and admiration for this majestic creature who somehow had chosen her above generations of other females. Tears fell from her eyes and she had no words.

Seeing and scenting her tears, he filled with uncertainty, laying on his stomach in front of her and trying to nuzzle her with his gigantic nose.

That woke her up. “Hey! Cold nose!” She reached out and patted him, cold nose and all and finally said, “You are still the most glorious, beautiful thing I have ever seen. Even in this form you are elegant. I love you so much, my Sesshoumaru.” She rubbed her cheek against his muzzle.

He pushed her with his face towards his back, communicating in growls and barks for her to climb up on him. Amazingly, she seemed to understand. “Really? Won’t I pull on your fur?” He huffed his breath in a scoff.

She slipped off her heels and fisted his fur, exclaiming, ‘Ooh! Soft!” She was almost to the top when she remembered the ultrasoft fur rugs and coverlets in their chambers and the nursery were made with his youki. ‘So it really is like a part of him. Wait, so when we have sex on it, it’s like being with two of him. Ooh, that’s kinda hot…’

Sesshoumaru scented her arousal and smiled inwardly wondering what had set off his easily kindled miko now. When she had settled into a spot between his shoulder blades, he stood up. She grabbed madly for his fur and wound it around her arms.

When he was sure she was secure, he broke into a stride and took off into the sky to the sound of his chosen whooping in unbridled joy.

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