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A/N: Hello mina-san! Thanks for the reviews, they were
really appreciated, I do my best J
Lemons in this one, though I was too lazy to do the usual warning... If you’re
under age, skip his chapter :P
Sesshoumarou woke up to find himself alone in the cave. He
quickly spread out his demonic aura to find any threats around him, and found
his miko outside the entrance to the cave. He got up and walked up to her in a
silent, predatory stance. He wanted to see what she was doing that demanded
her sneaking out. He got to the entrance of the cave, the sun prickling his
eyes. He then saw her, bathed in dawns’ light, moving slowly to an unknown
rhythm. The demon lord was quite happy watching her move in her silent dance,
when he noticed the two kusarigama firm in her hands. He then associated her
smooth movements with those of a kata, and watched her, amazed as she wielded
the weapons with grace and elegance.
Sakura had awakened when the sun rose, quite against her
usual habits. She had found herself unable to get back to sleep, and did not
want to wake the demon lord with her tossing and turning. She was slightly
confused when she got up, as she was quite convinced that she had fallen asleep
under a weeping willow in the demon lord’s arms, and now woke up in a cave.
Nevertheless, she woke up in the demon lord’s arms, which gave her some
reassurance that she was safe. She wanted to go and do her morning exercise
routine, but she sensed that it was best if she stayed close to Sesshoumarou.
She had walked to the opening of the cave, where she knew she was still close
enough her him to sense her as well as ear her if there were any issues.
She wanted to try summoning other weapons, as she had seen
her demon use many of them throughout the years. She enjoyed using the large
monster sword, but knew that there would be situation where the size of it
would make it slightly cumbersome to handle. She had remembered the kusarigama
first, so she had summoned those. She was quite pleased when she felt them
materialize in her hands. She wasted no time and started her exercises, moving
the two small weapons with ease. She knew how practical and deadly these little
weapons were in mid-range battles. Like most weapons, she had mastered the
movements of the deadly little sickles. She noticed the demon lord the moment
he had awakened, and felt that he was now watching her with avid interest.
Sakura truly did not mind, as she was used to giving weapons demonstrations, and
she actually enjoyed feeling the eyes of the demon lord on her.
Sesshoumarou did not miss any of her movements. He had
always enjoyed watching an expert handle their weapons, and his little miko was
handling the kusarigama with such grace that she made it look effortless. He
had seen most use only one, as manipulating two at the same time could prove
most deadly to the handler, for it required exact planning and coordination.
He wasn’t easily impressed, and he had to admit that the woman standing in front
of him had done so more than once in the past few days.
Though Sakura had been concentrating on her movements, she
had not failed to notice that another pair of eyes was catching her every
movements. She had spotted the small bird of prey in the tree and was quite
surprised that he had not flown away as she had started twirling her weapons.
She knew that he wasn’t in range of her weapons, but was still weary of the
little bird as she did not want to accidentally injure it. She was an
accomplished falconer and respected the little creatures. She knew their
behaviours quite well, and was surprised that he had not flown away yet. She
finished her exercise, and turned towards the demon lord and said: “Good
morning my Sesshoumarou. How are you today?” Sesshoumarou smiled at her and
answered: “Quite well, and you, my miko? Did you sleep well?” Sakura was
walking towards the demon lord as she answered: “I am quite well, thank you. I
slept quite well... However I am convinced that we fell asleep under weeping willows
did we not?”
Sesshoumarou smiled as he recalled the previous nights’
events, and said: “You are quite correct my little miko. A slug demon attacked
us, and the smell was so foul that I would not have been able to sleep. I
moved us to this spot.” When she was close enough to him, he wrapped his tail
around her and brought her closer to him. When her body was close enough,
Sesshoumarou buried his face in her silky hair, breathing in her smell, almost
getting drunk on it. He coiled his strong arms around her, and started kissing
her jaw line. He felt her wrap her arms around him. He captured her lips
hungrily. He felt her respond in the same passionate way, as she deepened the
kiss. He felt the warmth of her body against his, and that was enough to make
his shaft harden almost instantly. He tightened his embrace around her. He
nearly cursed when he heard his beast speak to him. ‘Take her now... pup
her... she is nearing her heats... we want her round and full with our pups...’
purred his beast. ‘Be quiet, we will not pup her yet, she is not
ready to accept us as her mate as of now... we will wait until she is ready...’
Answered Sesshoumarou. ‘But our miko said that she did not mind
baring our pups even if we were not yet mated... we want to see her full, our
miko will be so beautiful when she is full...’ wined his beast. ‘We
will not take her yet, and I will not treat her like a concubine. We will only
pup her when she is ours...’
Though Sesshoumarou argued with his beast, it took all of his
willpower not to mark her as his and taking her multiple times. He had to
agree with his beast as he hardly could wait to see her pregnant with his pups.
He would respect their agreement, and could only hope that she would fall in
love with him sooner than the two winters mark, and she would give up on the
ridiculous idea of finding that soul mate of his.
Sakura had heard the internal argument that Sesshoumarou had
just had with his beast. She found it slightly amusing that his beast wanted
her to be pregnant so badly. She could feel Sesshoumarou’s manhood pressed
against her, and could not help but be aroused. She wanted to feel him inside
her and climax around him. Against her better judgment, she started moving her
arms from around him to open his kimono. She demanded access to his mouth by
running her tongue on his lower lips. He quickly complied, allowing her tongue
to dance with his and a playful battle for dominance. She slithered her hands
between the silky fabric of his kimono and ran her fingers on his soft skin. He
suddenly unwrapped his arms from around her and held her wrists. He broke the
kiss and she moaned her complaints. He then whispered close to her ear: “Have
you changed your mind and decided to become my mate, my Sakura?”
Sakura looked him in the eyes and was slightly shocked at
his question. They had agreed yesterday that they would wait, so she did not
understand why he would ask her so soon. She frowned and was about to answer
when he pursued: “I want you to understand that I am not trying to press, but
you are so close to your heats that I am afraid I will not be able to refrain
myself from marking you should we engage in any type on physical
intercourse...” She gave him a disappointed pout. Sesshoumarou could not help but
smile at her reaction. He kissed her again, and he felt her body press into his
in a demanding way. He loosened his grip on her wrists, let go and once again
wrapped his arms around her. She moaned in his mouth, which sufficed to make
him loose whatever little control he still had. He let her continue running her
hand on his chest, pushing open his kimono. He moved his hands to her hips,
and untied the strings keeping her pants in place. His movements were shaky
and lacked his usual precision, as if despair was leading his actions. He
wanted her so badly that his body was not cooperating. He finally untied the
bows and her pants fell to the ground. He ran his hands on the soft silky skin
of her round buttocks.
Sakura felt that his hands were slightly trembling as he was
removing her clothes. She couldn’t help but notice that her own movements were
slightly less precise, as her own hands seemed to have a will of their own.
She quickly removed his clothes, feeling his skin against hers. She pulled her
hands away from him only long enough for the demon lord to remove her top,
waiting for her to unclasp her bra. Their kiss had taken the same lustful desperation
that their movements were showing, and an outside observer might have thought
that they were trying to eat each other’s mouths. He crushed her naked body on
his, his shaft now rubbing on her. At that moment, her mind surrendered
completely and her actions were not only governed by her instincts. He was all
that she wanted, all that she could ever desire, and she did not want him to
find another woman. She wanted him to be all hers, just as she wanted to be
his.
Sesshoumarou knew that he had completely lost control of his
senses. She had driven him to the limits of insanity. Her scent was laced with
her arousal, and it made him mad. He needed to feel her right here and now, and
he could no longer restrain himself. He placed his hands on her round rump and
lifted her so her strong, smooth legs were wrapped around his body. He could
feel his manhood against her warm wet folds. The feeling sent shivers down his
spine.
The demon lord was about to penetrate her in one swift
thrust when screeching squawks pierced his sensitive ears, and he felt sharp
talons scraping at his scalp. He couldn’t help but drop his faire and try to
pry the bird loose from his head.
Sakura fell to the ground unceremoniously, and the shock was
enough to break her out of her hormonal fit. Her wits came back to her
instantly, and she was now watching a strange spectacle. She could see a demon
in his birthday suit angrily hissing at a small bird of prey screeching from
the top of his head. She did not know whether she should intervene or just
roar in laughter at the scene.
She somehow knew that the small hawk attacking the demon
lord was no ordinary raptor, and she wanted to at least get a chance to examine
it before Sesshoumarou tore it to pieces. She placed her fingers to her mouth
and let out a sharp whistle, one she would use on all her raptors to recall
them to her arm. She also held out her bare right arm, knowing that the bird’s
talons would most likely shred her skin, but little did she care at the
moment. She only wanted the small bird away from Sesshoumarou.
Hawk had heard his lord’s command to return to her, and
never would he go against a direct order. He let go of the demon’s hair and
aimed for her outstretched arm. At the last minute, he veered to land a few
inched from her on the floor. He knew that he would hurt her sensitive skin if
he landed on her bare arm and he wanted to avoid this at all costs. He could
see the eastern demon lord walking towards them, and the angry glare that he
was giving the small bird scared him. Hawk hid behind his lord, as she had
called him to her, he hoped that she would not let him be harmed.
Sesshoumarou saw the bird hide behind his miko. He roared
at her, saying: “Move out of the way, so I may shred that thing to pieces.”
Sakura gave him a sharp look and answered: “I called him and he obeyed, he is
no threat. He does not act like a normal bird of prey, and I would like to
observe him before you have your way with him, if that is all right with you,
my Sesshoumarou.” Sesshoumarou glared at her, before turning around to pick up
his clothes and get dressed.
She mimicked his actions, and noticed that the bird followed
her every moves, hopping in her shadow. She could not help but find the little
creature endearing. Once fully clothed, she turned her attention to the small
raptor, which was patiently waiting for her. She sat in the sand and watched
it walking to her, positioning himself a few inches away from her. She started
petting him and was surprised that he let her touch him.
From experience, she knew that these birds were not only
hard to tame and train, and they stayed somewhat wild and indifferent to
handlers who weren’t their own. She had seen one of her own prized raptor
nearly rip out the eye of another falconer when he got too close to examine it
during a competition. Even when trained, if set back in the wild, these birds
would rarely return to human handlers and it was even less likely that they
would approach a human they did not know. She looked at the bird and said:
“Well little guy, you sure are a mysterious fellow, aren’t you?”
Hawk looked at his master and blinked a few times before
flying away. Sakura was surprised, as he had stayed for such a long time that
she had hoped that he would be her first of many new falcons. Sesshoumarou was
now glaring at her, as she had made him lose his kill. He seemed even angrier
when she started laughing. He narrowed his eyes and hissed: “Pray tell, what
is it that you find so amusing, my miko?” Sakura now had tears in her eyes as
she answered: “You, my Sesshoumarou, a powerful lord would actually dirty his hands
by killing a little bird that stopped him from getting a piece of ass... it is
just amusing... I guess it is for the best though, as it seemed that we were
both past the point of no return.”
Sesshoumarou hated to admit it but she was right. He had been
completely out of his mind when he had nearly claimed his miko’s purity. When
he would take her, he wanted it to be a pleasurable moment for her, and not
just some mindless rutting. He simply stated: “ My Sakura, if you had been, as
you said, a simple piece of ass, I might not have been so angered by the
interruption. Your Sesshoumarou considers you as so much more than just that,
it is hard for him to...” He paused and as he saw her inquisitive stare, he
simply turned around and headed towards a small path.
“Are we still heading to your stables, or do you simply
want to go straight to your castle?” Asked Sakura.
Sesshoumarou seem to ponder her question a few seconds
before answering: “We will go to the stables, since you need to be fitted with
a horse befitting your status. I have already told you of my intentions to
appoint you to my council. I will not have you travelling like a common
peasant.” With these words, he started walking towards the lands where he would
find his horse breeder. He knew that if they didn’t let any ‘distractions’ get
in their way that they would reach his prized stables in less than a few
hours.
Just as he had thought, the travel to his breeder’s land
took less than two hours, and was uneventful. Once they got there, they were
greeted by a large dog demon who treated Sesshoumarou like a father would a
son. He spoke in a deep voice and said: “My lord! What a surprise! You should
have sent a missive informing me of your visit, I would have prepared a show of
my finest and best trained prodigies.”
Sesshoumarou could only smile at the greeting that his
friend held for him. The man was one of his father’s most trusted man, and he
had handpicked and raised his very first horse. He had also shown him the
tools of the trade, and Sesshoumarou’s expert eyes could spot a strong horse
from a weak one at a glance. He then spoke to the man he considered as a
second father: “My companion here will be the newest member of my council. She
needs a horse befitting her rank and status.”
The dog demon eyed the small miko standing next to his
lord. He smirked internally as he remembered how his father had a weakness for
the fairer sex, and had a definite soft spot for humans. This had resulted in
his second son being born a half-beast. He spoke, careful to choose his words
carefully: “My lord, as you know, the horses I breed are raised to carry large
demons such as yourself and the members of your council. I trust your better
judgement and am quite honoured that you would bring her here to find her
horse. She is quite small, and I am afraid that all the horses that I breed
might be too big for her... Perhaps we could visit a few good human breeders
that would have a more appropriate steed for her...”
Sesshoumarou understood where his friend was going and said,
in a soft coercing voice: “Perhaps we could look at your smallest mares, see if
any take to her. If we do not find any, then we will go to a breeder who has
smaller breeds, is that acceptable?” The breeder nodded and turned to the small
miko standing next to his lord. He had to admit, though he was never one to go
for humans, she was one striking specimen. She had beautiful traits, most
stunning turquoise eyes and an intelligent gaze. He could understand why his
lord had taken a fancy for her. He bowed deeply, and said: “My lady, I am Uma
Ikusei, I will be assisting you in finding the proper horse for you. Please
know that I am most honoured that our lord has granted me with the privilege of
being your council today. You may address me as Uma, or Ikusei, or anything
that you wish, or you may not address me at all.”
The horse breeder had spoken his usual speech, as he had
been used to the other demons lack of respect. He did not care, as he knew
that his lord considered him as a trustworthy friend. He did not know if the
miko would show him the same disrespect and contempt that the other council
member had shown him, but he did not care. He would obey proper etiquette in
front of his lord, as his actions could have serious repercussions on his
reputation.
Sakura had been taken back by the formality of the horse
master’s introduction. He had bowed deeply before giving her his name, which
she knew meant simply ‘horse breeder’. She remembered that only noble born and
samurais were allowed to have a name. Others were simply known by their
professions. She felt her heart sink. She had seen how Sesshoumarou seemed to
hold great respect for the older man, and the fact the he grovelled before her
made her sick to her stomach. She placed her hand on the man’s cheek and said
in a sweet voice: “It would be my greatest honour if you would allow this small
miko to call you friend...”
The man who was bowing in front of her stood in the blink of
an eye. When he saw that she was smiling warmly at him, he returned the
smile. Never had his lord brought a council member who was warm and caring.
He risked a quick sniff and found that her smell carried such strange
complexity. He understood what had gotten his lord interested in her in the first
place. He turned and slowly headed towards his stables. He knew he had a few
small and docile mares that might be appropriate for her. He had kept them
alive as he knew that they could be great for lower demons, or to train smaller
high ranking female pups. He turned and said: “My lady, would you please wait
outside, while I seek out Lord Sesshoumarou’s approval first and saddle the
mares I have in mind for you? The stables are no place for a lady...”
Sakura was about to open her mouth to argue, but
Sesshoumarou spoke before she could utter a word: “I agree, besides, there are
matters males only discuss between themselves that I wish to address with my
horse master.” Sakura pouted slightly and answered: “Of course, lord
Sesshoumarou. May I walk around the grounds and look at the other horses?” Her
new friend beamed with joy and pride as he answered: “Of course you may! You
will also be able to watch the stable boys work. Just watch out for the grey
stallion in the isolated pen. I keep him only for breeding. I wasn’t able to
break him in the two hundred years that I have had him, and he is quite wild
and unpredictable.” Sakura nodded and watched the two men walk away from her.
She started walking on the small trail that led her away
from where she was standing, and towards the large figures that were grazing
afar. She suddenly heard a sharp and strong neighing. She turned to see a
large silver stallion on his rear legs, beating his hooves menacingly,
threatening a young apprentice handler.   He boy was on the ground, shivering
before the horse.
Sakura sped towards the boy. She only hopped that she could
reach the angry horse before he could hurt him. She then noticed that the horse
was only giving an alpha display of strength, and the boy would be fine if he
remained still. Her nervousness grew when she saw him starting to get up to
flee. Sakura increased her speed and reached the boy in less than a second.
She stood between the horse and the boy, looking straight at the horse as she
spoke: “That’s enough. Don’t you think that your silly tantrum has lasted for
long enough?” With her words, the horse reared once again, but she did not
budge, looking the horse straight in the eyes. The horse seemed to calm down,
eyeing the female who stood before him. He could smell that she was human, and
that she was a miko. He also smelled something else. He knew her, from a past
long forgotten. He had been a beast for so long that he forgot what it was to actually
think and reason. He stared into deep turquoise eyes, as his memory of a time
long forgotten finally returning. He suddenly saw two dog demons rushing
towards them. He placed himself between them and her, as he knew that he could
never forgive himself if he let the little miko die in his presence. Both dog
demons seemed to back down, and he felt small hands on his side. He saw that
she had placed her hands on him and was trying to sooth him through her touch.
He would trust her, and since if she trusted them, they had to be safe.
Sakura had followed her instincts when trying to sooth the
horse. He had been the largest stallion that she had ever seen. She did not
let his size impress her. She knew how a horses’ mind worked, and if he could
identify her as his leader, he would follow her lead. Horses lived in
matriarchal groups, and they would follow an older mare as she would protect
them and lead them to safety. If he identified her as his mare, he would be
hers. When she saw him taking a protective stance between her and the two
demons, she knew that she had reached her goal. She now needed to let him
understand that the two demons were no threats. She first calmed down the
stallion, using her hands and body warmth. She then moved to the two males
standing before her, flabbergasted. She started by approaching Sesshoumarou, as
he was the dominant male, rubbing her face on his chest, until he lowered his
shoulders, allowing her rub her nose in the crook of her neck. Her keen
instincts told her that the stallion relaxed, and she continued her
ministration. She felt the older demon moving closer to Sesshoumarou.
She then moved to him, surprising both the horse breeder and
Sesshoumarou. She rubbed her face on his chest, and as he finally realized
what she was doing, he lowered his shoulders so she may rub her nose in his
neck. He heard the younger demon let out a deep menacing growl as she did so,
and though he felt her pause, she did not stop until the horse came to them,
trotting lightly. He first nuzzled Sesshoumarou, the same way his mare had.
The demon did not enjoy the contact, but allowed the horse to follow its
instincts. He then followed lead and nuzzled the older demon.
Sakura moved back to Sesshoumarou, who now seemed to be
livid. She had heard him growl when she had approached the older male and had
completely ignored him. She buried her face in his neck and offered hers in
exchange, hopping that this submissive action would calm him slightly. She
felt his aura flare and then recede. She sighed heavily as she felt arms wrap
around her. Sesshoumarou started licking her in the crook of her neck, and she
finally relaxed. She felt a large snout nuzzling itself to their sides and she
lazily petted the horses head. She heard the demon lord speak: “You scared
your Sesshoumarou, my miko.” Sakura felt a pinch in her chest. She had not
meant to scare him, but as she had acted on instinct, she had not thought of
the dangers of her actions. She whispered in his ears: “I deeply apologize, my
Sesshoumarou. How about you let me make it up to you later...” Sesshoumarou
had to use all of his self control not to kiss her. He had genuinely been
scared when he had seen her next to the stallion. He relaxed and buried his
face in her hair.
The older demon was baffled at the scene that was playing
before him. He knew that any foolish soul stupid enough to even suggest that
his lord would take a human lover in his presence would find themselves offered
a slow and painful death. Not only had he heard him claim her as his, he was
now witnessing the cold demon lord showing her deep affection in public. He
had know him since he was a pup, and he remembered when his father, proud that
he had learned how to ride properly had tried to give him a manly hug of
affection, had found himself disappointed and rejected, as the whelp did not
want to show any form of public display of his feelings.
Sesshoumarou let go of his miko, as he felt his old friend’s
eyes burning a hole through his head. She followed his lead, and looked at the
older demon and said: “You certainly weren’t speaking about this particular
grey horse, were you?” The old breeder blushed slightly and answered: “This
very one my lady. He seems to like you. Perhaps you would like to try to
saddle him and go for a ride?” Sakura pondered his answer and said: “Well,
since he has never been ridden, I will first try bareback, I don’t want him
nervous because of a saddle. I will train him later for the saddle...” The
horse breeder looked at her, astonished, before he said: “You ride bareback?...”
His question was rhetorical, but she still nodded, as large smile on her face.
Sesshoumarou watched the scene, amused. His miko was now
leading the way to the clearing, where she would allow her new stallion to run
freely. He also saw his old friend watch his little miko with a mixture of awe
and fright. The older dog demon spoke and said: “I have to say, lady Sakura, I
am thoroughly impressed with your skills. I was considering putting down the
poor beast, as it has injured and killed so many of my stable boys. Have you
ever considered becoming a breeder yourself?...” Sesshoumarou could not miss
the hope in his old friend’s voice. He knew that the years had been kind to
him, but none of his pups had shown the same devotion to his trade as him, and
none would be able to keep his expertise alive.
Sakura, being as perceptive as the demon lord was, did not
miss the meaning of his phrase. She spoke with warmth and kindness in her
voice: “My friend, I have considered many things... Since we do not know if
tomorrow is going to exist, it is foolish to speak of a thousand tomorrows... I
can tell you that currently, I am bound to service to Lord Sesshoumarou, and it
is my greatest honour to be so bound,and so for as long as he sees me worthy of
being in his service. If it is an apprentice you seek, you have someone here
in your service that could prove to be more than appropriate, if you gave him a
chance.” Both the demon lord and the horse breeder looked at her
inquisitively. Sakura smiled, as she recalled the awe in the stable boys eyes,
as he had watched the horse. He could be great, if someone had the patience to
teach him. She looked at both demons and said: “I did save the boy, so his
life belongs to me, does it not?”
Sesshoumarou narrowed his eyes, as he knew that his miko had
something behind her mind. He would let her follow, as he was curious as to
where she was going: “Yes, my miko, his life belongs to you, as he is not your
kin and certainly not a miko, so you had no obligations towards him.” She
smiled warmly back at him as she spoke: “Well, then I have a proposal that I
believe will be beneficial to all. I can train the boy to understand the
horses as well as I do. I will teach him how to train a horse, as well as care
for them, identify common diseases and cure them with herbs. In exchange, I
will have a stable boy for my stallion whom I can trust. In two winter’s time,
the boy will be returned to you for your approval, and for you to finish
training him, as he will be as skilled as I am by then.” She watched both
demons as they pondered her proposal. Sesshoumarou, who answered first, as she
had planned, said: “This boy will be residing in my castle, pray tell, my miko,
how will your Sesshoumarou gain from this agreement?”
Sakura had planned for this question, and answered
confidently: “Your horse master will need an heir eventually, and this will
give you one you can trust. If the boy does not meet his high standards, then
you will find yourself with a highly trained stable boy, who will eventually be
a great candidate to becoming your next stable master. Who knows, he might
develop a passion for caring for animals and become your next care giver for
your entire menagerie...” Sesshoumarou could only admit that her plan was
beneficial for all, as he slowly inclined his head in agreement.
Both then turned to the horse breeder who seemed
speechless. Not only had an exceptional individual agreed to train his
protégé, but she had gotten the demon lord to agree to it. He was getting old
and had less and less patience with young pups, and knew that if he could get
someone with a quarter of her skills, he could do wonders. He just did not
have to patience to start from scratch anymore. He slowly nodded and agreed,
feeling that he was getting the better end of the bargain. Not only was he
getting a troublesome stallion of his hands, he would potentially gain a
trained apprentice. He was starting to understand why this young little miko
seemed to have his demon lord wrapped around her little finger. The older
demon knew that if she had stayed, he would have bent to her every wills, as a
reed in the wind.
He then looked at his demon lord in a new eye. No, he was
no reed; he was as a willow standing strong on a mountain, the wind dancing around
him. Though his branches ruffled, neither the tree nor the mountain would bow
to the wind, just as the wind would not stop howling for the mountain in her
path. The old demon looked at the two younger beings standing in front of him
and wondered for one brief instant how a miko, one whose sole purpose was to
destroy evil, and a demon lord, whom had held such disdain for human, had now
found their destinies locked in such a twirling dance. Perhaps she was meant to
uproot him and bring him elsewhere, far from the limits of his own constructed
safety zone. He had seen the difference in his lord’s behaviour. He had seen
how scared he had been when he thought that she would be hurt, and had seen how
tender he had been with her. The older demon was quite happy for his young
lord, as he had feared that the pup would never find a female he would care
for, and would simply mate a demoness to produce an heir, as had his father
done with his first mate.
The older demon had become somewhat of a confidant to the
previous lord. He had entrusted him with his deepest secrets and fears. The
horse breeder knew that as soon as his lord’s mate had been full with his pup,
no further rutting had taken place in their chambers. His friend had suggested
something along the lines that Sesshoumarou’s mother did not look at him as a
mate, only as a good friend, and that she seemed to share an odd relation with
her maids. She had told him to seek out pleasure with other women, as long as
he remained discreet. The old breeder knew that Sesshoumarou was somewhat
clueless when it came to handling women, and other than a few ruts here and
there, he hadn’t done much with the fairer sex. He had been curious when he had
said that he had manly issues he wanted to address with him, and was curious as
to what those were. He was secretly hopping that they were about the miko, as
he was itching to find out more about their relationship.
Both demon lords were impressed when they saw the stallion
bend to accommodate the small miko. Since he was about twice as big as the
biggest human horse breed, he towered above her and would have been unable to
mount if he had not done so. She gracefully jumped on his back and he let her
get comfortable before he stood.
Sakura had to adjust her balance, as she did not have as
much grip with her legs, as he was much bigger than any other horse she had
ridden. The secret behind bareback riding was the horseman’s ability to hold
on to the horse with the strength of his leg. Sakura knew that she would have
to hold on to his glossy mane if she was to remain on his back. She buried her
fingers in his coarse hair and felt him start to pick up speed. She then
clicked her tongue, out of habit, to have him go faster. His ears turned in
her direction, and he seemed to understand her command. He started trotting
happily, feeling his light rider on his back. Her warmth spread through him,
and he enjoyed her scent. He felt completely at ease, as she was his mare, his
leader. He heard her click her tongue once more, and he sped into full gallop.
He felt her happiness, which brought warmth to his chest. It had been a long
time since he felt this way, and was quite content to have a master back in his
life. He was a good follower, and was happy to have an alpha lead the way. He
felt a presence next to him. He slightly turned his head to see that the alpha
male her mare had rubbed onto was now running next to him in graceful leaps,
watching the female on his back. The stallion felt no threat from him, as he
had a playful light in his eyes.
Sesshoumarou had felt his miko’s excitement. She enjoyed
riding the horse, and it was quite obvious to him. As she picked up speed, he
felt his instinct kick in, as he wanted to chase her. It took him seconds
before he had caught up to them, and he saw that her face was covered in a
blissful expression, one that he had seen only after he had completely
exhausted her body the previous night. He had to admit that he found her
mesmerizing, as her long hair was flowing freely in the wind, she gave him an
impression of wilderness, of something that had yet not been tamed.
Sakura knew that the demon lord had been chasing them as
soon as he had started after them. She wanted to test her stallion’s speed,
and the best way to do so was in a friendly race. She held on tightly to the
horse’s mane with her right hand, and let her left hand travel to the horses
back. She slapped him twice, smacking her lips in a kiss. Her horse
understood immediately and sped as if the devil was nipping at its hooves.
Sesshoumarou noticed their increase in speed and did his best to keep up. He
was already at the fastest he could run with his demonic aura sealed, and he
found the added speed draining. He kept up for honour’s sake, but when she
started veering into complicated patterns, the demon lord started falling
behind.
Sesshoumarou wondered how, without a bridle, was she able to
veer the horse so quickly. It was as though she was controlling the stallion’s
mind or that he could hear her thoughts. He had seen masters, such as his
horse breeder, have horses that had been trained for years, obey their every
wills through body language. He was simply shocked to see that she was able to
share a bound so profound with the animal so quickly.
Sakura had noticed that her demon lord had fallen behind.
Since she knew that he would probably take it personally if he did not gain up
on them, she wanted the stallion to slow down, so she slightly leaned back, and
the stallion responded immediately by lowering his paste. She could feel that
he was itching for a longer run, but she would not allow it for today. She
would allow him to run alone for his own pleasure, while she remained by
Sesshoumarou’s side.
Sesshoumarou noticed that the horse had slightly slowed
down, and he saw that Sakura had changed her stance on his back, slightly
leaning backwards. He understood what she had done, as she could have won the
chase easily. She had a playful grin dancing on the lips he craved. He let his
own lips grow in a grin as he said, loud enough for her to hear: “know this, my
miko, this is the only stallion this Sesshoumarou will allow you to ride...” He
was satisfied when a deep crimson veiled her cheeks. She took a few seconds to
recuperate and answered: “My Sesshoumarou, this stallion brings me such
pleasure, why would I need to ride another?...”
With her words, Sakura once again slapped her stallion’s
side and he sped even faster away from Sesshoumarou. The demon lord abandoned
his chase, as he knew that there would be no way for him to catch up to them.
He slowly broke from his trail, and any outside observer would think that he
had voluntarily done so, as it would have seemed to the untrained eye that he
had chased after her just to give her some order and let her leave to carry it
out.
Sesshoumarou returned to the old demon at his own leisurely
pace. He noticed that the older male was eying him in a calculating way. The
breeder asked him: “What was it, young lord, that you wanted to discuss, male
to male?” The demon lord couldn’t help but smile. His old friend has seen
through him, as he always did. The man was more a father to him than the one
whom had governed these lands. Sesshoumarou sighed heavily as he answered: “My
friend, you know that I see you as a second father, do you not?”
The old demon was surprised at this sudden declaration. He
was slightly chocked as he answered: “And you know that I treat you just as I
do any of my own pups...”
Sesshoumarou smiled, as he knew that his friend had spoken
from deep within. He continued: “My old friend, a dark miko has cursed me. She
has sealed my demonic aura. Though powerful her spell, my beast is not
completely contained. I still am more powerful than most demons I face. I am
certain that you have noticed however that my limits are not what they usually
are, from the little chase which I obviously lost...” Sesshoumarou saw the
older man repress a grin. Sesshoumarou then followed: “I have found my miko on
the roads to edo, as I was heading there to find a strong miko whom I thought
could help me. My Sakura had fatal wounds, and I brought her to a miko who is the
best healer in that region, and when she regained consciousness, my Sakura’s
sense of honour spoke and she offered to repay her debt. She also saved my
younger half-brother’s pups, and I asked her to bare their debts as payment for
my help.”
Sesshoumarou paused, as he somehow felt out of breath,
recalling the previous few days’ events. As he saw that his friend was looking
at him in a pressing way, he went on telling him the events that had taken
place in the past forty eight hours, leaving only a few details out. He told
him of how she had red his curse, agreed to help him, then how he had invaded
her dream and how terrible he had felt about overstepping his boundaries when
he had found out what terrible wounds her past held, followed by how he could
repent his sins, by showing her how to trust again.

The older demon felt his
mind spinning while trying to process all the information he had just been
given. He paused and to answer: “I am getting old, my young pup, and I cannot
analyse situations as quickly as I could in my glory days. Would you let your
old friend ponder your words before I answer?” Sesshoumarou looked as though he
was going to argue at first, but only nodded in acceptance, as he knew that it
was not fair to ask for an opinion after so much information had been given.
The two males watched the
mysterious miko as she rode the large silvery stallion. The older demon had
raised three daughters of his own, and could only imagine what he would do if
someone harmed them in any way, shape or form, and felt a stab of pain go
through his chest thinking about what the small miko had gone through. He
remembered his own pups, how innocent and cheerful, and how he had always
protected them. He held new wonder for the small female. She had grown to be
powerful and strong, despite her painful past. He was also awed by the fact
that she had been willing to try and overcome her pain by trying to trust
someone again. Furthermore, that someone was a fearful demon. A thought had
started to germinate in his mind, but he would need more information before
giving his opinion about the matter. He worded his question carefully before
addressing his lord: “May I ask what feelings you have towards the young miko?”
Sesshoumarou knew that his
old friend would ask such a question. He took in a deep breath before
answering: “I care for my miko. I lust for her. My Sakura drives me out of my
mind. She is perfect. If she had not asked me to wait, I would have taken her
and mated her last night.”
The older demon took note of
how his speech had taken a very possessive tone. He also noted that the pup
was no longer looking at him when he spoke, but was now following the woman and
the horse with a hungry look in his eyes. The older demon chuckled, which
earned him an inquisitive glance from the younger demon. He answered to the
unspoken question: “Well pup, it sounds like you are quite smitten by this
wonderful creature. Perhaps the little miko is your soul mate, your other
half... have you considered that?”
Sesshoumarou felt his heart
sink to the pits of his stomach and looked down to his feet before answering:
“Of course I have considered this... however; I do not think that she feels the
same way. If she was my soul mate, wouldn’t she return these feelings?”
His old friend gave him a
warm smile before saying: “You have to give her time. Hasn’t she already
allowed you to tend to her wounds? Let her heal, and then you will be able to
gain her love. She already returns your affections, does she not?” When
Sesshoumarou nodded, the old demon continued: “Females are complicated
creatures, and you have little experience with them. Give yourself some time,
not all battles fought can be won in a few hours. It is obvious that she cares
for you. She would not have allowed herself to be touched by you if she did
not. Let her come to you and take what she gives you.”
Sesshoumarou truly felt lost
for the first time in his life. He was a meticulous and calculating being. He
would go for plots within plots, and would guaranty his victories before
attacking any foe. He was now faced with a situation where he had to advance
blindly and hope he would not fail. He asked his older friend: “How can I do
that when she drives me wild? I nearly mated her this morning... I no longer
had any control, and she did not resist, on the contrary, she seemed to
encourage it... I’m truly afraid that if I had mated her, she might have been
lost to me completely.”
The old breeder raised an
eyebrow before asking: “What stopped you from mating her?” He was quite
perplexed by the younger man’s sudden confession. Sesshoumarou felt slightly
embarrassed when he answered: “A bird of prey attacked me. That little pest
seems to have taken to my Sakura. He woke me yesterday when a slug was closing
in on us. He tore at my scalp right before I could claim her...” His
embarrassment grew when the older demon roared in laughter before answering:
“Serves you right pup! For all you know, this might have been her father’s
spirit, trying to give you a lesson for trying to take his daughter like a
common whore! You, of all people, should know that there is proper protocol to
respect...”
The older demon suddenly
remembered his own sons, and how he had scolded them when they had gotten a
little to frisky with females, as he looked at his lord who was now wearing a
sorry frown on his face. Dog demons respected females, and they inculcated
these notions to their male whelps. He knew that Sesshoumarou had lost his
father at a fairly young age, and that he was slightly lacking in that domain.
Still, he should have known better than to let himself be tempted.
He clasped a friendly hand
on the younger demon’s shoulder before adding: “Don’t worry pup, I was your age
once, and I have raised five boys, who were all quite heated when it came to
the opposite gender. I know what it is to have such a tempting creature within
your reach. However, you have to do things properly, especially with your
little blossom. She will need to be nurtured and care for. You need to court
her first... Since you are not able to ask her parents’ permission, you will
need to see that a lady of the court accepts her as her protégée and allows you
to officially court her. She will not be accepted by your court nor your
council if you do not follow etiquette.”
Sesshoumarou knew that his
old friend was giving him words of wisdom. He however could not care less about
the fools in his court. He knew that his council would show some resistance to
her, but they would eventually see her for who she was and would allow her to
be one of them. He also knew that though he could not care less about the
idiots fluttering around him during banquets and official events, they would
make her life hell if he did not follow protocol. He sighed before saying: “I
know... I just cannot think of anyone who would accept her, being who she
is...”
The old demon felt his
lords’ distress and said: “I might know of someone who would take her... you
know her as well... your own mother.” When he saw the inquisitive look shot
back by the demon lord, he continued: “Think of it, she has been pestering you
for an heir for decades, she wants to see you mated, and from what your father
had told me, and meaning no disrespect towards the lady, might be just as
smitten as you by the young miko. Your miko is, after all, a fascinating and
exotic creature...”
Sesshoumarou knew quite well
about his mother’s mating habits, and knew that she would not be blind to his
miko’s charms and attributes. He also knew that this was only the means to an
end he desired, and he answered: “I will consider it. I have already been
starting to feel very possessive of her, and I do not know how I will answer to
someone else courting her, even if it is my own mother...” His comment earned
him another chuckle from the older demon. He answered: “Don’t worry about
that, if your miko enjoys your touch and is so open to your advances, I doubt
that she will turn to a female for pleasure. Though I have heard that some
females enjoy both... you might end up having to please two females instead of
one...”
The old demon suddenly
withdrew his hand, as his playful comment had earned him a vicious snarl. He
could see that the younger demon was now flexing his claws, and green poison
was dripping from one of his hand, as he spoke in a deep, husky voice: “I
will not allow it...” The older demon was now slightly nervous, as he
stuttered: “I apologize my lord, I was only trying to ease your worries...”
Sesshoumarou was livid. He
would not tolerate that someone might think that his mate would need the
presence of another in their bed for her to be satisfied. Whether male or
female, he would not allow another to lay hands on her in such a way, nor would
he allow anyone to even hint such possibility. He suddenly felt soothed, as
arms coiled around his core. Her scent filed his nostrils, and a deep rumble
coming from her small frame, pressed against his back, instantly made him
relax. He felt her warmth spread through him, and it sufficed to numb his
entire being.
Sakura had felt the shift in
his moods and knew that her new friend was now in danger. She had the sneaking
suspicion that she was the core subject Sesshoumarou had wanted to discuss mano
a mano with the older demon. When she had felt that her demon was distressed,
she had started heading back to the discussing males, and she had hurried her
stead when she had felt Sesshoumarou’s anger flare. She had acted on instinct,
and was quite surprised when her own chest erupted in a deep rumble, the same
one that soothed her so much. She was relieved to see that it had the same
effect on her demon lord. Being mindful of the dripping claws, she moved
herself around him, pressing herself to his chest. She heard his heart beat
slow down, and felt him nuzzle his face in her neck. She shuddered slightly
when she heard his beast speak up in its husky voice: “Mine...” Sakura
smiled as she had heard him say so quite a few times in the last few days, and
answered: “Yes, my Sesshoumarou, I am yours...”
Sesshoumarou’s beast had
completely taken control, as Sesshoumarou’s mind was now numb and blank. He
ensured that he no longer had any poison on his claws before he wrapped his arms
around his miko. He wrapped his large fluffy tail around her as well, earning
him a small giggle from his miko. He spoke again, saying: “Mine, all
mine... we will not share you with another...”
Sakura frowned and looked at
him in the eyes. His golden orbs were now displaying a mixture or emotions
that Sakura interpreted as jalousie. She frowned and asked: “Why would you be
sharing me with another?” She was deeply confused how their conversation had
led to her being shared. He answered: “We do not want to share you
with another... we will not let another touch you... you are mine...” Sakura
was getting slightly annoyed with the answer she had just gotten. Her voice
firm, yet still warm, she said: “You did not answer my question... My
Sesshoumarou, why would I be shared with someone else?”
He buried his face back into
her neck, as he knew that she was annoyed with him. He let out a small whine,
and said: “We angered our miko... we are sorry... he said that you
might like bedding females, and that we would be in bed with another female...
we do not want to share you with another female... Mine, all mine...”
Sakura could not contain her
chuckle as she spoke: “You are worrying yourself over something that will not
happen, my Sesshoumarou... I can honestly say that I am not attracted by my own
gender. Besides, why would I go gallivanting when I have a being so perfect as
yourself?” Sakura was slightly confused as to how their conversation had led
them to discussing her sexual preferences. She got part of her answer when he
spoke: “Mother had father, who was a far stronger demon than your
Sesshoumarou, yet she preferred females...” Sakura couldn’t help but
smile when she answered: “It’s not something you choose. We are born that
way... some people prefer to mate with their own gender... My best friend was a
male, and he preferred other males. That is just how it is. No matter how much
your mother cared about your father, if she preferred females from the start,
she could not control it. Some people also swing both ways, and that is just
how they are. My Sesshoumarou, I love the way you touch me, the way you make
me feel...”
Her words soothed his beast.
She knew that if their conversation had gone the way she thought it did,
Sesshoumarou would have reacted violently at the suggestion that she was
inclined to having multiple partners. Even in her times, non conventional
unions were still frowned upon, and she knew that some people had been killed
for less in these times. She felt him relax in her arms, and knew that the
crisis had been averted. His temper was truly like a bomb, and she seemed to
be good at diffusing it. She felt him licking her neck.
When he spoke again, she
knew that Sesshoumarou had regained his composure: “I apologize if I caused you
to worry, my Sakura...” She kissed him lightly in the crook of the neck and
said: “No worries, my Sesshoumarou... I’m only slightly curious as to how your
conversation led to me potentially liking female partners...”
Sesshoumarou read the
amusement in her tone, and answered: “I will follow protocol and announce that
my intentions are to mate you. I order to do so, I will need to officially
court you. To court you, you need a lady of the court to accept you as her
protégée... My old friend suggested my mother, as she wants me to produce an
heir. He also suggested that she might not be blind to your charms... that’s
when the conversation went downhill...” Sakura saw that he was slightly shamed
by the recent events. He seemed to be angry with himself for losing control
the way he had. She nuzzled her nose in his hair and kissed him again in the
crook of the neck before she said: “It’s alright; I might go a little berserk
if I thought that I might have to share you with another female... or another
male, for that matter... If you’re mine, you’re all mine.”
The demon lord smiled at her
statement and grabbed her lips greedily. He pressed her closer to his body and
let his tongue slip in her mouth. He felt his body flare up in a lustful
fire. His mind deserted him as he smelled her arousal rise. His shaft
hardened in a painful erection, and he pressed it into her in a demanding way.
She moaned in his mouth as he did so. He deepened the kiss, and her tongue
answered his call, coiling itself around his.
They were so absorbed with
each other that they had completely forgotten about the older demon. He
couldn’t help but smile at the couple before him. They were both playing with
fire, as she seemed completely oblivious how close he was to mating her.
The kissing couple never saw
it coming. They gasped in surprise when a bucket of ice cold water hit both
their heads. They turned in shock and looked at a laughing demon. He then
said playfully: “There, this should cool you two pups up for a few minutes.”
His tone became serious as he said: “Young lady, inside this instant. You are
going in for a very cold bath. Pup, in the lake, now. Go release yourself, it
will cool your mind of.” His last comment earned him a snarl from an unhappy
demon lord.
Nevertheless, Sesshoumarou
knew that the moment had passed, and that he should be grateful that he had
been interrupted by his old friend. He turned and headed towards the small
lake to cool off, and saw that his miko was heading towards the house, the pounce
in her step indicating that she was fuming.
The old demon did not miss
how she pounced her feet with every step and knew that she was angry. He also
could smell that she had been quite aroused by the demon’s kiss, and he had to
concentrate hard not to let himself get aroused. She pulled the door open with
more strength than necessary and walked in his house. She then stopped in to
foyer, waiting for him to indicate where she was supposed to go.
He took the lead and she
followed him, glaring at his back. He smirked as he remembered when he had
caught his own daughters sneaking around and had given them the cold bath
treatment. He opened a door which led to an interior spring. He knew that the
water was icy cold and would serve his purpose right. He handed her a fluffy
towel, which she ripped out of his hand. He spoke to her, amused: “Same
suggestion as for your demon lover, get your release, it will help you clear
your mind.” She violently pushed him out of the bathroom and snarled at him.
He was laughing hard when she slammed the door shut. He heard her pacing and
knew that she would be at it for a while, and that he would have time to go and
seek his own mate to release his own desire.
Sakura was fuming. She had
not been this angry in a while, and she hated feeling this way. She was quite
frustrated and she was annoyed that the key to releasing her frustration was
now heading towards a lake to jerk of. She knew that the old demon had done
what he had for their own good, but she couldn’t help but curse internally, as
she really wanted what her demon lord had to offer. She could still feel the
warmth of his lips on hers, as he had kissed her in such a desperate way. Each
time they kissed, she could feel his need and his growing desire. She had felt
how aroused he had been, and she had grown quite wet in answer to his erected
member. Just the thought of him pressing against her was enough to send
shivers through her entire body. She longed for his touch, and she had whished
nothing other than to feel him inside her. He had taken her body through such
ecstasy and she wanted more. She felt a thirst like she had never felt before.
Her entire body was now consumed with an unexplainable fire that pulsated
through her veins.
She had stopped her pacing,
as with her growing desire it had become slightly uncomfortable. She heard her
demon speak to her ‘Do as the man said, release yourself and take a cold
bath, it will do some good to your body, it will help you clear your mind’ Sakura
sighed with annoyance and answered ‘I don’t want to, I want his touch... I
want Sesshoumarou, his hands, his mouth, his body...’ Sakura felt frustrated
beyond words. She sat on the cold marble floor and hit the floor with her
fist. Thoughts then pushed into her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile as
she heard a husky voice say ‘Our miko wants us... she wants to feel us...
she likes our touch... we want her.’ She then heard Sesshoumarou’s
familiar voice ‘Yes we want her, but we can’t have her yet...’ Sakura
mind worked quickly, as she knew that since their minds were connected, she
could at least have some sort of fun with her demon. She then thought ‘how
we would like to feel his hard shaft in our hands, wouldn’t we?’ her demon
answered ‘Yes we sure would...’ ‘Yes, how I love the feel of
his skin on mine, how hard and long he is. I would torture him with my tongue,
twirling it around his sweet tasting tip, and then running it along all his
length. How I would take him all in my mouth and suck on him. I would keep on
going until he would be close to coming, to be able to feel him inside me, he
would feel so good inside me, pumping in and out...’ Sakura did not know if
he had heard her or if she was having an erotic monologue.
Her thoughts had quite an
effect on her, and her vivid imagination had produced images of her and her
demon lord, as they were yesterday, under beautiful willows.
Sesshoumarou had been well
on his way to the lake when he had first heard her thoughts. He knew that she
was in a similar predicament as himself. When she had started describing what
she wanted to do to him with such clear details, he had let his hand slither
into his pants and coil around his member. She had stopped, and he wondered
why. He wanted to pursue the images that she had started, and then thought ‘Yes,
how I long for those wet folds... so warm and so moist. I want to taste you
first, suckle on your sweet nectar, and nimble at your little pleasure bud.
How I like feeling you shiver under my touch, how tight you feel around my
fingers, I would bring you close to your own release before entering you. How
I want to devour your lips as I move in you. I want to feel your warm walls
around me, oh my Sakura...’ Sesshoumarou’s breathing was now ragged as he
was close to release. He felt his violent climax come when he heard ‘Yes,
my Sesshoumarou...’ He smirked internally as he knew that similar events
had taken place inside his friend’s house.
Sakura had heard her demon
follow her own monologue. She lay down on the cold floor and slipped her hand
inside her lace underwear. She started rubbing her pleasure bud, imagining
that her demon lord was performing these ministrations. She felt her pulse
quicken as his narration became more intense. She imagined him, pumping in and
out of her, his body pressed against hers, kissing her passionately. When he
spoke her name, she reached her peak, feeling her sweet release as she mentally
cried out his name. She stayed on the floor for a few moments, letting her body
cool down from the bliss she had just felt. She finally got up and started to
undress. She dunked herself in the freezing water and couldn’t help the gasp
that escaped her lips when it hit her burning skin. Her reflex was to get out
of the water, but she knew that she needed to wash the scent of arousal off her
body.
Sakura knew that her scent
made Sesshoumarou completely insane with lust, and while she was in the older
demon’s house, she would respect him... needless to say that the idea of
getting another bucket of icy cold water on the head also motivated her
actions. She had also noticed that though he was amused by her behaviour, the
old breeder had looked at her with hungry eyes as well. She did not want to
see another alpha display so she thoroughly washed herself. The water was so
cold that her skin was now prickling, as though millions of tiny pins where
attacking her skin. Once she was done with her uncomfortable bath, she wrapped
herself in the towel he had given her. She heard a knock on the bathroom door,
and heard: “Are you cooled down, my young miko?” Sakura smiled and answered:
“Yes my friend, I only need to get dressed and I will be out in a few minutes.”
She saw the door slide open a few inches, and a piece of clothing was thrown
in. The older demon said: “Here, I found this; it used to be my daughters’,
just so we can get your garb cleaned by one of the servants...”
Sakura had not thought about
the fact that dressing in her clothes would completely defeat the purpose of
the ice cold bath she had just taken. She spoke to the man and said: “Thank
you my friend.” She picked up the kimono and the obi. It consisted of a bright
green inner layer and a pale pink outer layer. The outer layer had fine
raspberry coloured poppies embroidered around its edges. The obi was a dark
plum, and was narrower than the ones she was use to. She got dressed and went
to look at herself in the mirror. The obis she had worn in the past were wide
and meant to make the woman wearing them nearly shapeless, giving them the look
of a fragile little childish doll. This narrow obi was meant to detail the hourglass
feminine shape, narrowing the waist in the ways a corset would. It also pushed
her breasts up, and made for a very deep cleavage. Her large, round hips were
also broadcasted and she smiled when she remembered Sesshoumarou’s comments
about them.
She did not have a very
typical Japanese body. She remembered being quite embarrassed about her body
during her teens, but as she grew older, she had noticed that the men would eye
her more than her stringy counterparts. She had worn plenty of kimonos for
different events, and they had always made her feel cute and pretty. This kimono
however changed her whole demeanour. It made her alive. It made her feel sexy
for the first time in her life. She did not know if Sesshoumarou had been the
instigator of this new attitude, but she started feeling pride in her feminine
curves. She also started feeling more like a woman, and less like a priestess.
She heard a knock on the
door and heard the older demon say: “Do you need help with tying the obi my
lady? I can go get my mate to assist you if necessary...” Sakura answered
before he could finish: “No that’s fine, I am done, thank you.” She let her
long hair down, as it contrasted nicely with the pale pink of the kimono. The
older demon entered, followed by a servant girl who picked up her clothes and
took them away to have them washed. The horse breeder’s expression changed
when he saw the miko. His eyes had grown wide, and a small blush had crept
across his face. He then said, teasingly: “Well my lady, I think that the ice
cold bath might have been for naught once he sees you...”
Sakura smiled and answered:
“Well, it will be your fault if it is. You chose this kimono, not me, so no
more buckets of cold water.” He laughed at her answer. He then said: “The pup
is back from his bath. He seems to have cooled off as well. He is waiting for
us for some tea.” He offered his arm out and the miko took it.
She followed him to a
beautifully furnished room. There were silk draperies hanging in front of the
windows and stylish scrolls covered the walls. She recognized one of the
scrolls as being the work of Sesson, one of Japan’s most important painters. A
dark ebony table was in the center of the room. Large pillows where on the
floor around the low table. A pot of fuming tea was set on the table, along
with three small cups.
Sesshoumarou had been eying
the scroll hanging from the wall. He knew his friend was a bit of an eccentric
when it came to new artists, and he was always fascinated by the new art pieces
he could find in his house. He was watching a scroll depicting a hawk on a pine.
He did not dislike the style, it was simply new to him. He heard them come
into the room, as his back was facing the door. When he turned around, his
breath caught in his throat. He was simply winded by the vision his miko had
transformed into. He was simply speechless and couldn’t help but stare at her,
as she walked towards him. He barely registered his old friend when he said:
“Now you two pups better behave...”
Sesshoumarou finally found
his words as he spoke: “I have to say my old friend, you always have the most
interesting pieces of art in your home. Though this time, you have surpassed
yourself as this piece here is the most beautiful I have ever seen here.”
Sakura smiled brightly. She
did not register his comment as a compliment directed towards her and instead
interpreted it as a praise directed towards the scroll. She said: “You have a
very good eye for artists indeed. Very few people can spot an emerging painter
before most of their art pieces are lost. Sesson is one of Japan’s most famous
painters. His work will be quite influential throughout the years. He was the
pupil of Sesshu, and changed his name to honour his master. This particular
scroll will be declared important culture history...” She paused when she
noticed that the horse breeder was holding back a chuckle. She looked at him
inquisitively and he said: “I believe he was talking about you, little one, not
the bird on the scroll.” Sakura blushed slightly, which earned her more
laughter from the old demon.
Sesshoumarou smirked when he
saw his little miko appreciate the compliment. One thing that he had remembered
from his father’s frolicking with the fairer sex was that all females
appreciated compliments. He had found out very quickly that females had a keen
sense when it came to false compliments, and praises needed to be heartfelt as
women of all species seem to sense when a remark was made to only get into
their good graces. Sesshoumarou felt that his little miko appreciated his
remark, and that she could see that it wasn’t something he was saying to get a
good rut. He made a mental note to find some of this Sesson’s work and offer
her some, as she seemed to like his style. He would also try to invite the
young artist to his lands so she could meet him. He found her reaction endearing
and felt the need to hold her, even though it could earn him another bucket of
icy cold water straight on the head. He held out his right hand, which she
took shyly. She finally looked up, and when her eyes met his, his heart
melted. He could only express his passion through a burning kiss, placed on
the soft hand in his palm.
Sakura had seen the ardent
desire burning in his eyes as he had planted a kiss on the back of her hand.
The feeling of his soft lips against her skin made her entire body tingle, as
it lit all of her nerve endings with an unspeakable fire, making her body
pulsate. She had received many compliments over the years, and had gotten used
to men fawning over her features. She had grown accustomed to the false
compliments and had always found ways to brush off the ones she knew were
spoken only to get her to agree to easy bedding. She had never heard a man give
her a compliment in such a passionate way. Her demon lord did not need to
praise her for she already knew that he desired her, and yet he had not only
given her a strong compliment on her looks, he had praised her in such a way
that she had thought he was referring to the invaluable scroll hanging on the
walls of the beautiful room she was standing in.
Sesshoumarou saw his miko
blushing in deeper shades of red and smirked internally, as he knew that his actions
had had the desired effect. He heard the older demon clearing his throat, and
the trio headed towards the table. Sakura served the tea elegantly, as she had
learned from her mama-san that if an action was to be performed, it should be
done with grace. Sesshoumarou had been to numerous tea houses and had often
been served by some of Japan’s most sought out geishas. He had never seen
someone move with such elegance in the past. She handed them the cups and all
three sipped their tea in silence.
The old breeder was never
one to go for the geisha tea houses. He could however appreciate the beauty in
the grace of her movements. He was quite intrigued by the creature that had
entered his house. She seemed to hold a mystical power, one that allowed her
to charm rogue creatures, such as the silver stallion, as well as his young
lord. He spoke, careful to choose his words properly: “It is my humble opinion
that you should not depart on the rout to your castle before a few days... One
the lady is out of her heats; it will be safer for you to leave...” He looked
at both pups sitting across from him. Sakura slowly nodded, and Sesshoumarou
did not argue, which showed that he also agreed.
He slowly got to his feet
and said: “It has been a busy day, and I think we could all use some rest.
Dinner will be brought to your respective rooms. Please follow me.” Both Sakura
and Sesshoumarou rose to their feet. Sesshoumarou extended his arm, which she
readily accepted. Sesshoumarou felt her lean on him, and he asked: “Are you
well, my miko?”
Sakura had felt slightly
dizzy when she rose to her feet, and she attributed her physical state to the
past few days’ events. She simply nodded and answered: “Yes, my Sesshoumarou.
I have to agree with our friend, as I think some sleep will do me some good. I
simply feel a little light headed.” She felt Sesshoumarou press his lips to
her forehead. She knew that this was a trick to verify if a child had fever,
and she let him stay there. She felt moist lips withdraw from her skin as was
slightly disappointed. He frowned and said: “I believe that you do not have a
fever, though your body is slightly warmer than usual... Indeed, sleep will do
you some good.” He smiled at her warmly, and the look he held in his gaze made
her wish she could drown in his amber pools.
The older demon had pressed
them forwards, and they arrived to a first door. He opened it, and let Sakura
in the room, showing her around. He handed her a sleeping kimono before
leaving. Sakura was now extremely dizzy. She was unable to take in the beauty
of the room, as she quickly stripped and wrapped herself in the light silky
kimono. She slipped into the sheets and fell asleep in a deep, dreamless
slumber before her head even hit the pillow.
Sesshoumarou was slightly
worried about his little miko. He knew that the past few days had been
difficult on her body, and he hoped that she was not pushing herself to hard. He
moved forwards to another room. The dog demon opened the door and let him in
before saying: “They might not be what they used to be, but these sharp ears
have been trained by eight pups’ sneaking around. Please give your old friend
a peaceful night...” Sesshoumarou pouted at the comment, as he knew that he
would not be able to join his beautiful miko during the night. The older demon
smiled as her saw the younger whelp’s face. He turned around, leaving a very
dissatisfied demon lord alone in his room.
Little did he know that both
their nights would be far from peaceful...

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