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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42732 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 5: His Miko

Standing outside the door of Sesshoumaru’s chambers, Aimaru drew leisurely on a pipe while barely listening to a word his little brother had to say about the miko’s presence in the palace.
Annoying really.
Of course he was more than aware of the hostility growing in the air the longer the miko stayed. And it probably didn’t help matters that the miko was having her monthly blood with mating season coming upon the western lands and most of the males are driven mad with this feverish epidemic. But what was he to do? Force the miko to forfeit her arm? Not likely. He preferred the miko with both her arms and doubted his brother would appreciate waking up to find himself holding the limb of a miko.
Though it would be fun to see his expression…
“Are you listening brother? We can’t let your mother find the human here and in Sesshoumaru’s chambers of all places. She’s on her way here now.” Jabora hissed at him looking warily down the halls.
Aimaru looked to his brother flatly and blinked. He’s still here? “Mother wished for her son to be returned, she never said how little brother. More importantly you should be worrying more about what the demon lord will do to you when he wakes rather than his human body ornaments.” He puffed out a thick wisp of smoke in his brother’s face making the younger Inu gag. He smirked. It was a small price to pay for annoying him.
Jabora glared frigidly at him then blocked the smoke from his nose with his fan. “I hate you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You adore me.” Aimaru said dryly. “Now what will you do when he awakes? We have yet to clear your name of his conviction of your treachery. And I haven’t the slightest idea who could hold such a grudge to try and frame you. So far all I know that it’s someone within the palace walls.”
“You’ll protect me.” Aimaru barely stifled the small snort and the smaller demon looked up at him scowling. “Wont you?”
“To a point.” Aimaru shrugged. Of course he was joking with the smaller Inu, but he thought he’d let him sweat a little.
Jabora gawked at him. “So you’ll just let me…”
“Aimaru, Jabora, what took you so long with the return of my son. Is it true that he has indeed fallen ill?” Inu Kimi interrupted as she neared Sesshoumaru’s bedchambers. She paused at the smell of human tainting the air. Her nose wrinkled as if the scent offended her dainty nose. “What is the meaning of this Aimaru?”
Aimaru disposed of his pipe to a passing servant with a sigh.
Of course he wouldn’t be thanked for his efforts of roaming the vast lands of the west, searching numerous villages, and suffering minor burns for carrying the reluctant demon lord all the way back here to the palace. Completing the mission wasn’t as important as his performance it seems. “Due to your son’s reluctance to release her, I was forced to allow her into the castle.”
He watched his mother-figure gawk at him in horror and he shrugged indifferently.
“He was unconscious when you brought him in. Surely you don’t mean to tell me that he remains attached to a human even in this sicken state.”
Aimaru rolled his eyes. “And surely you don’t think I’d drag a human girl into a human unfriendly palace for tea.” He quipped haughtily.
His mother lifted her head higher with a sniff.
He ignored her doubtful glare and moved around her to leave with Jabora close behind. She’ll figure it out soon enough.
-
Inu Kimi watched her youngest son and his brother walk away from her.
The whelp was becoming cheekier every year. She just couldn’t understand what was on that young Inu’s mind. With everyone else he was a care free social butterfly with an uncanny ability to befriend any and everyone. But with her, she felt resentment, a grudge even. And she couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t necessarily a threat to her household but surely wasn’t a welcomed occurrence either.
But beside all that, she hasn’t the luxury to worry about the rebellious nature of a high strung child. Not when the security of the western lands was at stake.
The western palace court was in an uproar over Sesshoumaru’s mysterious disappearance and demons of local clans as well as her clan are growing antsy about the growing numbers of ravenous Inu males. People of the western lands are persistent in demanding actions to be taken by their lord and are most unhappy as well as suspicious of his delayed response to the growing crisis. Order needed to be re-established and the only one who could do that was Sesshoumaru. But that will prove laughable now that he has a human attached to his side while under the very illness plaguing the Inu males of her tribe. If this get’s any worse, neighboring cardinal lords will question the stability of the west and look to investigate. No doubt they would find the western lands easy prey meaning a territorial war would ensue.
Sliding the screen doors of her son’s chambers open, Inu Kimi had to catch her breath as the hot potent aroma of her son’s arousal assaulted her nose. There is no doubt in her mind that this was the very illness driving the males of her tribe mad. After only one step into the room, she encountered a barrier of her son’s oppressive youkai swirling angrily around his chamber. Her bright golden youkai crackled and sizzled in battle against the thunderous green energy of her son for dominance. Eventually the battle was too great and she was forced to step back.
She, his own mother wasn’t allowed to near him. What is this?
She glared at the human at his side watching her nervously. “Human you will release my son from whatever spell you casted over him or pay dearly. You are nothing but a rabbit among a den of wolves’ girl.”
The woman-child regarded her with a confused scowl. What did she have to be confused about? She surely didn’t think her little ploy of innocence could fool her.
“I’m sorry, but I had nothing to do with his illness.” Inu Kimi heard her say calmly. “I only wanted to help by making sure he’s gets better, that’s all. I’ll be out of your hair the minute he wakes up and lets me go.”
No deceit came from the child’s words which was odd. Inu Kimi prided herself on her keen nose and could smell a lie on the most cunning of beings. And yet, this human’s scent smelled pure of any malice…too pure. “You’re a miko.” she said with more conviction than surprise. “So you worry for my son’s wellbeing?” She snorted haughtily. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe that a miko will have no ulterior motives latching herself to my son’s side.”
-
The demoness stood tall and cold in the doorway of her son’s chambers eyeing Kagome like she was a fly in her soup.
There was no doubt that this was Sesshoumaru’s mother. From the silky curtain of silver hair cascading down her shoulders, to the pale golden eyes glaring maliciously at her, to even that overly superior ‘worship my existence’ attitude. This woman was the splitting image of her son.
Shoulders slumped, Kagome sighed in defeat.
Of course this all will look worse than what it really was. A human miko attached to the demon lord’s side completely unreachable in a barrier produced by his youkai in his unconscious state. Even she has to admit it looked like every bit of a conspiracy so she couldn’t blame the demoness for her attitude.
Thanks a lot Sesshoumaru. She spares a withering glare at the unconscious demon lord beside her.
“Look you don’t have to believe me. But I know what I’m here for and until everything get’s straightened out I won’t be leaving anytime soon.” She couldn’t leave anytime soon.
The demoness bristled at her words. “You dare speak informally of my son human? Your disregard for our superiority is offending.” She spat venomously. “If not for my son’s barrier, I’d slay you.”
Yeah, I’ll bet. “Yeah I’m sure you could. But you can’t do anything at the moment and neither can I; believe or not. So just sit tight. If it means anything, you have my word no harm will come to your son.” Though being a mere human she highly doubted her words carried any value.
The look on the demoness face all but confirmed it.
The demoness took a threatening step forward but stalled at the sound of a light knock at the door. Kagome felt herself relax. For a minute she thought she was a goner.
A guard posted outside spoke quietly to the demoness. “Milady Inu Kimi, there are more minor lords here seeking refuge for their unmated daughters and an audience with Lord Sesshoumaru.”
Unmated daughters seeking refuge? From what she wondered.
Kagome looked questioningly to the demoness looking frigidly at the door. She didn’t miss the stress and worry slowly overcoming the demoness’ demeanor. It must be tough being the lady of the west. The woman may hate her guts, but Kagome still couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
She offered the stressed woman a sympathetic smile. “You already have other matters beside your son’s illness to worry about so please…don’t worry more than you should.”
The regal demoness leered at her. She made sure she made Kagome feel like the floor beneath her feet, and said nothing as she swiftly turned to leave the chambers making the air in the room lightened considerably.
Well looks like she’ll live…for now.
She would have to find a way to cure Sesshoumaru and soon. Or at least get him to regain consciousness to tell her what’s really going on with him. The healers, who could t really see him due to his barrier, mentioned something about that accursed illness.
Sure all illnesses are unwelcomed but ‘that’ and ‘accursed’? Two words that lead her to believe this isn’t some normal fever and that Sesshoumaru was not the only one with it. Whatever this illness was clearly seem to be causing trouble for the western lands. Then there were the unmated daughters of minor lord seeking refuge here under Sesshoumaru’s protection who, by the way, wasn’t in any condition to protect anyone. Then to top off all this confusion, here she is shackled to his side looking every bit of a suspect in this mess.
She looked over at the demon lord begrudgingly. It was his fault but at the same time it wasn’t. It was hard to accuse a sick man of framing you. But out of all people to pull into this mess…
A low groan came from the demon lord, stirring in his sleep. She looked over at him as she reached up to unzip the hoodie she wore. The air in the chamber was growing thicker and more suffocating.
She noted his flushed skin and heavy pants. This fever was getting worse by the second and no healer could come near him without being fried to a crisp.
Fevers could be a dangerous thing to the human body if allowed to grow too high. It could literary overheat a person from the inside out and kill them. And Sesshoumaru was a demon so his situation was much direr. The only person who can help, but at the same time cant, was herself. But what was she to do? None of her medicines would work, she had no water to bathe him with, and she was shackled to his side like a prisoner.
Reaching over, she placed a hand on Sesshoumaru’s forehead and was startled by his fervent nuzzling of her palm. His hot skin was slick with sweat, practically drenched. By impulse, she wanted to pull back her hand but she couldn’t bring herself to take away the only thing that seemed to be comforting him. Something needed to be done only she just didn’t know what. So far this was the only thing he was responding to. It’s the least she could do. Actually, it’s the most anyone could do right now.
Against her better judgment, Kagome reached up into his hair to massage his scalp in hopes to calm him but was shocked when he bucked up on the futon and moaned. She couldn’t really explain the feeling that went through her body as she watched him writhe on the plush mattress. It was so uncomfortable to watch him but at the same time so addicting. It was one of those things that you should turn away from or it’ll disturb you, but for some horrible reason…she wanted to be disturbed.
Her eyes instinctively found its way to the impressive tent, standing tall and intimidating in his hakamas. The peak of the tent wet with his essence where the outline of his bulbous head showed through the now translucent material. So enthralled, she barely noticed her hand straying from the silken tresses of his head down the wet slick expanse of his tight body. It ghosted down his handsome face tracing the perfect angelic features to the hardened planes of his chest and his long torso. Her hand stopped just inches from the tall erection mindlessly caressing the flesh of his hip marveling at the difference of textures between his marking and skin.
So distracted by his body, she barely noticed that she was fondling the ailed demon lord. At least until she heard him hiss and she was snapped out her daze and moved to snatched her hand away. But a hand quickly grabbed her wrist halting her movements surprising her. She looked up to the demon lord’s face and wanted to run. Not from him but from the foreign ache that pulsed between her thighs as she looked at the savage burning in his eyes. Eyes that were hazy and completely consumed by the red of lust; heady, hot, soul searing. The markings on his face jagged, the hand holding hers tightening around her wrist in a silent plea.
Blinking, she finally tore her eyes away from his. She needed to stop this and put some distance between them. At least that’s what she needed to do…but actually doing it seemed to be the hard part when it shouldn’t be.
He didn’t blink or say a word. Instead he pulled her itchy fingers toward him. To be more exact, his member.
She put up a weak struggle to obtain her hand. “Sesshoumaru…no.” she said weakly while a small barely noticeable part of her brain argued yes. Oh she was pathetic.
Sesshoumaru reached up with his other hand to cup her cheek softly forcing her to meet his gaze. His thumb caressing her pouty flesh, sending shivers down her spine, ruthlessly killing any will she had. She hardly noticed him wrapping her fingers around the velvet steel of his erection. The flesh beneath the material was hot and so hard. Her blue eyes looked down at her hand wrapped around him in awe.
So this was a male penis, up close and personal.Wow. She shook her head to and fro fitfully. No wait eww, gross, yuck. She chanted over and over again as she moved to pull back away from him but was held fast by the demon lord. She was forced to watch an expression of pure bliss come over his handsome face as he moved her hand up and down his engorged shaft.
This was too much, too dirty, too scandalous…but so hot. She argued. What the hell was wrong with her? She was acting no better than a pervert.
The argument in her head was so heated that she didn’t even noticed him releasing her hand, leaving her to explore his length with her own curious fingers. Squeezing, molding, caressing. All on her own free will. She bit her bottom lip to control a moan at the sight of his hips thrusting up to meet her strokes. It was a frightening experience, but she didn’t let go.
“Touch me.” She frowned at his words. Wasn’t that what she was doing? She should be tearing herself away from his body if anything but…
“Touch…” he moaned and pulled her close to him, forcing her to lie across the futon beside him. Her upper body pressed tightly against his side crushing her ample breast to his hard chest. “…me.” A wet long tongue laved the side of her neck and her mind suddenly went blank. What was it he said again? Something about touching something…
Sesshoumaru reached down to hook his hakamas with his thumb and pulled the silken fabric away. She watched fascinated as the hard engorged muscle sprang free, naked to her curious eyes. The head of his member, weeping a pearly substance making her lick her lips by instinct.
Her concentration was suddenly broken when demon lord reached down to stroke the hard flesh in front of her. She reared back from the pornographic gesture. That was so wrong…but it looked so sinfully right. To kami above, this man was corrupting her beyond redemption. And she was letting him.
“Wait hold on Sesshoumaru. You stop that right now.” She gulped when the demon lord simply stroked himself faster. His long fingers wrapped around himself sliding up and down his shaft. His clawed thumb paid extra attention to rosy head of his shaft; massaging the tender muscle in little circles.
She was supposed to look away. This was supposed to be freaking her out. All of this was supposed to make her feel violated. But why was she not screaming pervert or trying to run away? Is there something wrong with her? There had to be. There was no way she was finding this fascinating, sexy, hot, absolutely delicious…she drooled mentally then suddenly reached up to hold her heated face.
Cut it out Kagome, this isn’t you.
“Stop that Sesshoumaru…” Kagome reached down in an attempt to halt his movements only to suddenly find herself under the demon lord.
She gulped.
-
A tall ominous figure leaned against the screen door of the receiving room undetected to its inhabitants. He was gleefully listening to the heated confrontation between Lady Inu Kimi and a few minor lords. She was calmly trying to reason with the lords who insisted to see Lord Sesshoumaru leaving the demoness in quite a bind. She couldn’t tell them he was ill nor could she tell them he wasn’t here.
Things have certainly become quite a mess now haven’t they? The being’s eyes flashed red in glee.
At this moment, the minor lords sense a scandal brewing and abandonment by their alpha and cardinal Lord Sesshoumaru. It seems someone was spreading rumors about the demon lord succumbing to the same madness that tortures the other ill males. Such a confusing accusation was influencing the western population to ask for an audience with the demon lord to see for themselves the truth.
The creature chuckled inwardly. Little did they know how true those very rumors were. And the people of the west made it no better feeding into this confusion with assumptions of their own.
“You doubt the honor of your lord and alpha Lord Ken?” the dark creature’s ears perked at the Inu Kimi’s heated voice echoing through the screen. “This Inu Kimi’s son has done nothing but kept diligence in ensuring the stability of the West and you accuse him of such things. One could accuse you of treason.”
“I will risk such convictions when I feel the order of the west is at stake. We only want the assurance of our alpha’s word. This delay is only furthering our suspicions.” The loud voice responded gravely.
“And let us not forget the increasing number of attacks on the western palace gates. Such occurrence never happened when Lord Sesshoumaru is present. Am I to assume, if he is indeed here, that his prowess as lord no longer acts as a deterrent to the ill Inu males?” Another lord called out.
Inu Kimi remained silent.
The dark stranger cocked his head thoughtfully.
The alpha’s authority is being questioned. The women growing uneasy within their alpha’s palace as more and more crazed males attack the outer gates. And then there are the neighboring cardinal lords of bordering territories who feel the chaotic lands of the west are ripe for the taking. At least according to the soldiers he heard talking amongst themselves.
Oh my. War seems to be afoot. The entity cooed evilly.
His dark delight was cut short when he felt someone tickling along edges of his range of detection. Annoyed red eyes glared in the direction of the presence edging closer to his location before vanishing.
-
Coming to the corner down the hall slowly, Jabora frowned when the darkness he sensed completely vanished. Almost as if it there was no presence there in the first place. But he couldn’t really dismiss the small chance that this dark presence existed either. It felt completely different yet it held a small faint trace of familiarity.
So lost in thought, Jabora failed to sense a dark figure looming over him, arms spread wide ready to capture him. Before he could react, he was wrapped in a long arm with his mouth captured in a tight grip. Many wild scenarios played though the struggling demon’s mind. He thought of ravenous Inu males breaking into the palace intending to capture young beautiful demons to make them sex slaves to their insatiable lust. Panicked he struggled frantically and reached back with his claws to strike the captor down, intending to kill. He’ll be damned if he’ll be captured and let some vile ruffian defile him.
His arm was easily caught by the captor’s claws, disarming him effortlessly with the ease he knew a few people posses. “If you don’t mind little brother,” the familiar voice said amusedly. “I would like to keep my beautiful face.”
Confused, Jabora looked up to see the smirking face of Aimaru looking down at him. Oh he could just kill him. He should have known the lowlife had nothing better to do. He never does. Besides screwing servants and messing around with the minor lord’s daughters all day and night, the man was absolutely useless.
Embarrassed, Jabora pushed the chuckling demon away then rushed to smooth his hair in place.
“Worried I was a sex crazed Inu little brother?” said Aimaru, smile widening as he watched the smaller demon turn away in embarrassment. “Don’t worry. I doubt they would be desperate enough for you.”
The bastard hit it right on the nail. “Your such a …”
“Did you feel that disturbance in the air as well?” Aimaru asked tightly. His brows knitted together in worry.
Shocked by the sudden change in subjects, Jabora scowled at him. “Yes.” He answered sassily narrowing his eyes at his older sibling. He’s never seen his brother look so serious.
Aimaru regarded Jabora silently for a moment. The look in his eye made Jabora uneasy. “I was investigating this ominous presence before you showed up and warned it off with your carelessness.”
Like he was supposed to know that. Jabora narrowed his eyes at his older brother.
His brother keeps all his business to himself so much that if you weren’t him you couldn’t make heads or tails of what he’s up to. “Well excuse me. Had you given me warning then I wouldn’t have bothered with it.” He snapped.
“Apparently it was foolish of me to assume you had the common sense to avoid such dangerous situations. If this is the same culprit who attacked Sesshoumaru and sullied your name it is too dangerous for you to interfere.”
Oh, now he wanted to act like the protective older brother? A few decades too late aren’t he? “Careful, I might think you care brother.” Jabora sneered.
“Jabora as your older brother, I order your cooperation in this. This is more for your safety and my peace of mind.” His brother said flatly with a serious glare in his eye.
Jabora sniffed.
While Aimaru didn’t hold him in contempt as much as he did Sesshoumaru, he couldn’t say that he and his brother were on friendly terms either. If anything, Jabora was almost positive his older sibling had it out for him. Always annoying him, scaring him, or taunting him whenever he got the chance. Suffice to say that it’s astounding to see him so concerned. He really didn’t know what to make of it.
“Well it’s gone now.” Jabora shrugged then looked to where he felt the presence last. “What are you going to do?”
Aimaru looked to where Jabora was looking with narrowed eyes then shrugged. “Investigate each demon in this house thoroughly I guess. I know I can’t sit on this too long. The more we dawdle the more time this creature has to plan other means for using your identity for other malicious deeds.”
That wasn’t something Jabora thought of until now. If that was the case, they really needed to catch this thing before it does anymore damage to his reputation. And now would be the time to act. “Then lets getting to investigating this now and clear my name before your mother gets wind of this. It’ll become a palace scandal then and be out of control before I could prove my innocence.” He moved around Aimaru.
The bigger Inu blocked his way with an arm. “I’ll handle it.”
“But…”
Aimaru glared down at him and Jabora read the unsaid message in his brother’s eyes. So he backed off.
As much as it galled him, Jabora had to admit that Aimaru was right. Even if he found this thing, who’s to say that he could capture it without getting killed himself? There did seem to be a powerful aura surrounding it and no one else was strong enough to challenge it besides Aimaru or Sesshoumaru. And Sesshoumaru would kill him before he could even tell him about all this so that leaves Aimaru as his only hope. But could he really rely on Aimaru?
Finally, with no other options, he shrugged indifferently. “As you like.”
“Good boy.” Aimaru said with a smile as he ruffled Jabora’s brother’s hair affectionately earning a snarl from the smaller Inu.
Oh how he hated when he did that. And the bastard knew that he hated it. And he thinks he should trust him to be responsible enough to help clear his name? Jabora may as well tell his mother to prepare his memorial.
Jabora reached up to fix his hair again. When he patted his head a few times he growled, “Where’s my hair pin?” He turned to glare at his brother strolling down the hall.
Aimaru stopped to turn towards Jabora and the smaller demon shrieked in outrage at the sight. “Oh this one?” He hummed thoughtfully as he picked his claws with the sharp end of the solid gold pin. He grinned tauntingly. “That low level insect demon I dispatched earlier near the palace had a pretty tough shell. A few rotting pieces of flesh are still lodged in my claws. Annoying thing that.”
He did not just use his favorite solid gold hair pin to pick his dirty nails. “Oh you disgusting, barbaric…Give it back!”
“But I’m not done.” Aimaru pouted while swiftly ducking a deadly swipe of Jabora’s claws. He jumped to the other end of the hall gracefully then took off chuckling. Jabora was right behind him.
It would seem that there is a memorial to plan in his honor after all.
-
Sesshoumaru glared down at the onna beneath him. “Miko I burn.” He growled low to the cowering miko. He knew she could see how much his need hurts him. So why does she still deny him? Every minute she resisted is another minute he suffers. He could take a sword in the gut and a few severed limbs but the burning and the throbbing pulsing in his groin drives him absolutely insane.
“I understand that. But why?” She asked breathlessly, “Why do you burn Sesshoumaru? What happened to you?” Her question went in one ear and out the other as he watched the miko’s lips move. Plump, pink, full lips that were shaped perfectly for various things.
“Miko…”He groaned as he looked down at her. “Free me miko. Give me release.”
“Sesshoumaru…I can’t...” she started weakly.
“I. Want. You.” He reached down to jerk his cock in a tight proud fist. Showing her just how much he really wanted her. Even through the painful fire scalding his body he smirked. “As you want me.”
“I don’t…” A lie. He could smell her potent arousal surrounding her body like a second skin.
He lowered down nose to nose with the stubborn woman. “Wrap your fingers around my cock miko then tell me that you don’t desire This Sesshoumaru.” He challenged darkly, enjoying the reluctant gleam in her eyes.
“No…”
“Do you have any idea how many females I’ve shunned? Pure blooded demoness’ who came to me wet and willing?” he question as he watched her hand slowly inch its way to his cock. “Did you know I sought my release with your image in my mind miko? Imaging all the many ways I can take you?” Her hand crept closer.
He smirked victoriously when the miko gasped and turned away from him. Her lovely skin flushed with embarrassment.
Never would Sesshoumaru have thought he’d enjoy breaking a women’s will by corrupting her with need and desire for the forbidden. Watching her resist what he knew she wanted so much. Such a futile struggle and he knew he only need to peel away that last layer of resistance before she too succumb to her desires.
“Miko.” he moaned waiting until he had the attention of her sky blue orbs, “Wrap your fingers around my cock and make me come.”
-
At his words, Kagome felt a rush of liquid warmth pool at her thighs.
That had to be the most appalling; most horrific; most shameful thing she has ever heard any man demand of her. But it sound so utterly erotic coming from this demon.
“Miko…” she winced at the desperation in Sesshoumaru’s voice and slowly moved her hand. She lost her nerve and placed it on his thigh.
He growled down at her in urgency making her jump in surprise.
This is being done against your will. This is being done against your will…she chanted as she moved her hand toward the twitching member on her own.
She felt his muscled thighs caging her hips tighten and she gulped. This time she wasn’t given a chance to chicken out of it again when Sesshoumaru wrapped his large hand around hers and wrapped her hand tightly around his hot naked length. He even set the pace of her strokes as he pushed and pulled it up and down his naked shaft.
Whatever little thoughts occupied her mind suddenly vanished as she moved her hand against him. Watching his hips push into her fingers. Such an erotic sight, and such a dangerous feeling. “Sesshoumaru…”
He leaned down to answer her uncertainty with a kiss. His tongue snaking its way into the warm cavern of her mouth making everything around her fall away except for the feel of her fingers moving over his member. She inhaled and her lungs filled with the aroma of forests.
She felt the heat between her thighs grow hotter, muscles winding up tight with a mounting sensation that left her wanting more. More of something she knew nothing about. She read about this feeling, she heard about this feeling, she watched this feeling over come people in movies, but to experience it? Yes she wanted it. She needed it. But she knew she just wasn’t ready for it. Not like this.
“I want to be inside you so much miko.” She forgot to breathe. “I want to feel you tighten around my cock…choking it…milking me dry of my seed.” His head fell into the cradle of her neck as he whispered hoarsely. His arms snaked under and around her to hold her closer.
Kagome’s fingers tightened at his words drawing a violent shiver from him that she felt travel down her body. They reacted to one another. He shuddered, she shivered. He moaned, she gasped. He bucked his hips, she tightened her fingers. It was a sinful dance of need.
Finally letting herself fall into his world of seduction, she let her reluctance go. Determined she tightened her grip and sped up her strokes. Her thumb massaged his head like she’d seen him do before and felt the demon lord above her jerk at the action. She kept it up until he was panting and moaning. She knew by instinct that he was close. The feel of his member growing thicker and twitching in her fingers told her so. Shamelessly, she found herself eager to see him come. She wanted to see this beautiful demon climax with her hands. It was a shame that she had no shame.
Sesshoumaru sat up from her with his hands braced near her shoulders as he curled over her. His magnificent chest heaved with his panting. A throb pulsed between her thighs in sync with the throb she felt in his member. “Sesshoumaru…” she said softly.
“Faster miko…” He growled.
The feeling in her stomach tightened so much it hurt but felt so…good. The rigid member in her hands grew impossibly harder. Just a few more strokes…
Suddenly the demon lord reared back his head to roar out his release. The hard muscle in her hands twitched fervently spurting hot white seed into her hands that she had wrapped tightly around his head. A few drops shot up across her face. The pearly essence was so hot it stung her sensitive cheek. Something that should have been gross only aroused her so much that she felt a tiny damn break free making her pant from the shock of it. It was like every muscle in her body was having a seizure only it felt too good for words.
Her high was short lived as the fact that she had just participated in such scandalous actions flooded to the front of her mind. Scandalous things that she participated in willingly. Yes, she had just given Sesshoumaru a hand job. Yes, she had shamelessly enjoyed it. And yes she found herself wanting more from this man. And that above all else horrified her.
She looked up to the demon lord above her catching his breath still watching her with searing red eyes.
-
Sesshoumaru looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him and shivered as the last of his orgasm rippled through him. The red clouds that once thundered in his mind retreated. Now, he felt completed, sane, whole. This woman did this. This woman stopped the burning in his body. This woman stopped the aching in his loins. This woman possessed the addictive scent of lavender and the ocean breeze that he craved so much. And this woman, Sesshoumaru knew for fact, was his.
He reached up to wipe away his seed from her lovely face and a hot throb tightened in his belly. This had to be the most alluring sight he has ever seen.
“Okay Sesshoumaru, talk. What on earth is wrong with you?” He heard her say breathlessly, snapping him out of his daze.
“Mate with me.” He demanded flatly without hesitation as he reached down to clean her hands with his bed linen. Not that there was anything to be hesitant about. Perhaps he should have thought about it and how the miko may feel about it but he couldn’t bring himself to care about such menial things. As long as his cock still throbbed and body still burned, he will want and need this woman until the end of time. And what better way to make sure she was there to see to his needs than to mate her for life?
Sadly she didn’t seem to agree with his logic if the scowl and sudden fear lacing her aura was anything to go by.
“Move.” She said gruffly and he blinked down at her. “Please move Sesshoumaru.”
Sesshoumaru simply cocked his head curiously. He liked it here on top of her. She looked good there. Black long wavy lock spread out across his pillows like a dark halo, her skin flushed with her arousal, and her chest heaving with her pants jutting out her generous womanly mounds beckoning his hands to cradle them. “I’ll move when you understand that you belong to me now.”
Kagome gapped at him. “And who decided this?” She started wriggling beneath him. The movements making him grow semi-erect. He didn’t like the fact that she wanted to get away from him but he couldn’t deny how her movements affected him. “Sesshoumaru, you are clearly not yourself. You couldn’t possibly convince me that the great human hating demon lord of the west has a change a sudden change of heart because a miko fapped him off. What do you take me for?”
What an odd way with words. Fapped? But then since she’s asking how much he would take her for then…“I’m not sure what it is you want miko. If a large dowry is what you want then this Sesshoumaru will see to it that it is paid in full to your family if that’s what it will take to claim you as my mate.”
Again, she gawked at him. Was that not enough? If she wanted a palace, he could have that commissioned too.
“That wasn’t what I meant. I…” she went to move again and Sesshoumaru remained where he was, completely ignoring her attempts to move away from under him. “I meant…” she tried to move again. “Sesshoumaru move!” she screeched.
He only blinked and looked down at her. He didn’t hear anything about her agreeing to mate him so he wasn’t moving anytime soon.
“Either you move or have your family jewel singed. They are in direct contact with me in this position.” Kagome threatened darkly with a growl. The little sound would have been arousing if not for the threat to his unmentionables.
Reluctantly, he moved and positioned the miko comfortably in his lap. His arms shackled around her waist tightly. He ignored her sigh of exasperation. She would have to cope because this was as much room as he was allowing her to have.
“What conditions will you have me meet before I am allowed to take you as my mate?” he insisted.
His beautiful human threw her hands up in defeat. He was starting to find her irritation charming.
“You’re impossible.” She huffed.
“We could mate first then discuss the terms.”
“No.” She hissed while trying to pry his hand of her ribs. A pity. He was so close to cradling those lovely mounds.
“Mate while discussing the terms then.”
“NO.” She cut him off with a finger to his lips. He took that chance to draw the slender digit into his mouth to suckle tightly loving the sudden spike in her scent. He had to smother the whine in his throat when she snatched her hand away. “Y-y you are delusional. You still have a severe fever, and you are acting way out of character. You seem sane enough now so talk mister. And no more talk about mating or things like that.” She threatened.
“I’m not disagreeing with the fact that I have a fever, but I’m not agreeing with the fact that I’m delusional. I know very well I want you as my mate miko.”
“Why?” she challenged. “Why are you so sure about a human miko?”
“You smell lovely.”
Kagome gave him a droll stare. “I guess that determines everything.” She quipped sarcastically.
Glad she could see this his way. “Indeed it does.”
The onna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms haughtily. “You do know that dementia is a very common symptom in patients with a fever as severe as yours, don’t you?”
He nodded. Yes he was familiar with how the illness affects some people but what this woman didn’t understand was that this was technically not an illness but a lust inducing poison. He could tell her that, but if him being ill was what keeps her here then he play sick for as long as it takes to convince her to stay permanently.

“And it doesn’t occur to you that it may be affecting your judgment or behavior? The Sesshoumaru I know before this fever hated humans, would have killed me before I could blink, and would never, ever, ever consider me as a potential mate. This new Sesshoumaru not only sexually harassed me and didn’t kill me, you actually ask me what conditions you must meet before I agree to mate you.”
The woman completely exaggerates; at least when it comes to her. He wouldn’t have attacked her without provocation as she had described and he said no such thing about hating her. Perhaps he expressed his abhorrence for the human race a few times but nothing more malicious than that. “This Sesshoumaru would never have attacked you for any reason miko.”
“You have before. Or have you conveniently forgotten?”
“You irritated me that day.”
“So that makes it okay to melt people. Because they irritated you?”
Yes, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. He doubted she’ll take that logic too well. Besides there was a much more important issue they needed to discuss besides his health. “About our mating…”
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Kagome sighed. “Sesshoumaru, I am not mating you.”
He blinked. “Tomorrow then.”
Good kami. This man can’t get a clue, can he? “No. No. No and a thousand times no.”
“Hn.”
“Was that a ‘Hn’ for ‘Okay I understand’ or a ‘Hn’ for ‘I completely ignored your answer’.”
“Hn.” He answered dryly taking a sudden interest in a stray lock of her hair coiling around his claws.
Just as she thought, he ignored her answer. Why is he so hell bent on trying to mate her anyway? Was it the fever? Could this be a secret hidden desire of his that was amplified by the fever? Or is it possible that instead of a fever, that it was a curse that made demon fall in love with the first person they saw. She was there when he woke up near her well but…
Her teeth chewed nervously at her bottom lip. It just didn’t make sense.
She looked back at Sesshoumaru. He looks much better. “How are you feeling? Better now?” she asked quietly.
“I’m well.” He nodded slightly and tightened his hold.
“No fever.” She touched his head and was relieved he cooled off considerably.
“No.”
“No irrational thoughts, confusion, headaches or…” she cleared her throat. “…odd sensations in the nether regions?” she squeaked.
The demon lord smirked. “No.” She relaxed. “Though my nether regions are starting to swell again. You will have to treat me again miko. ” He crooned as he leaned over to nuzzle her collarbone.
Her heart pulsed between her legs and it felt like her womb just melted. Not good, it felt good, but it was definitely not good. It was definitely time to go. Of course after she did a follow up with the healers about his situation. She wasn’t so callous that she’d completely abandon him.
“Miko…” she smacked a hand over his sinful lips.
Oh no, no more of that ‘You belong to me’ speech. She was not going to let him trap her here to be his plaything until he snaps out of this fever then revert back to his cold homicidal self. Because the first thing she was sure he wanted to do was slay the human woman who took advantage of him in his weakened state. And that woman could be her, but it won’t be because she’ll make sure of it. She’d be a fool to allow herself to be wooed by a sick delusional demon lord.
After she finds a way to distract him she’ll have Aimaru take her back home. And once there she will go home and everything will back the way it was…along with avoiding seeing Sesshoumaru ever again.
Sesshoumaru tore her hand off his lips and tugged her down so that her lips were but a few centimeters away from his. His warm breath blew across her heated face sending chills down her spine as he spoke in a husky timbre. “The day this Sesshoumaru accepts your refusal is the day you truly refuse me.” He promised darkly.
Truly refuse him? She mulled his words over in her head.
But she is refusing him. Isn’t she?
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