Proserpina | By : Cathartesaura Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 19897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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She was back home in the city; she was on the back of the dragon; she was on a boat with Inuyasha; she was on the back of the dragon; she was chasing the jewel shards, which were always just out of her reach, always just around the next corner . . .
She was back on the dragon. She blinked, feeling a little more alert, and sat up in the saddle, listening.
She could have guessed that Sesshomaru would be a silent travelling companion. By now it must be late afternoon and he hadn't spoken all day. She could not even hear his footfalls, nothing except Ah-Uhn’s soft grunts.
Maybe he had left, she thought, an icy chill travelling down her spine at the thought. Maybe she was adrift on the back of a dragon, wandering aimlessly further and further from home. Maybe she was still asleep.
“Sesshomaru?” she whispered.
No answer. Frightened, she called louder: "Is anybody there?"
“Of course I am here,” said Sesshomaru impatiently.
“Sorry,” said Kagome. “I got scared.” She was also hungry and she had to go to the bathroom again, and she wanted something to drink, and to stretch her legs. She considered laying these concerns before him, but decided that he probably wouldn’t be very receptive.
“Where are we?” she asked instead.
Sesshomaru grunted. “In the forest,” he replied drily.
Okay, that did it. “I need to stop,” she said. “I need a break.”
“It will not be too long before we reach a place to make camp,” he said. “Wait until then.”
Apparently, since she had not been eating much lately, he was under the impression that he did not have to feed her regularly.
“Please,” she said. “I’m hungry, and thirsty.” Part of her was afraid to push him - what if he snapped? - but at the same time she was strangely certain that he would address her needs, once he was informed of them.
There was a long-suffering sigh, and Kagome sensed him moving towards her. Ah-Uhn was pulled to a stop, and then she felt Sesshomaru’s hand, the human one, on her cheek, guiding her chin up. Something was set to her lips and Kagome tasted water, and she drank thirstily, pulling away when she was finished.
“Thank you,” she said shyly. It was strange to know he was so close to her but not be able to see him, not that his expressions tended to give her a lot of insight anyway.
She felt, or imagined that she felt, his breath stirring the fine hairs at her temple.
“Put your hand out,” he said, and when Kagome did, he pressed something round and rough into her palm. She sniffed it.
“Bread?” She bit into it happily. “Where did you get bread?” It tasted fresh and she finished it quickly, immediately wanting more.
“Don’t ask questions,” said Sesshomaru. “We will proceed.”
Ah-Uhn was jerked forward and Kagome settled back into his rocking stride. She guessed that Sesshomaru was leading him, and it made her feel better to have a fixed location for him in her mind, even though she couldn’t see him.
“Sesshomaru? We do we travel this way? I mean, before – something happened, and we went a lot faster.”
“I am inspecting the borders of my lands,” answered Sesshomaru impatiently. “That is what I was doing before I came upon you, and now I will finish.”
“Oh,” said Kagome, in a small voice.
There were several minutes of silence, but Kagome still felt the urge to talk.
"Are your lands very large?" she asked. "Are they nearby?"
"Yes."
Well, that didn't work.
“Sesshomaru?”
“You will refrain from speaking further.”
“But . . . I’m bored,” Kagome complained.
No answer. She huffed and settled back to wait, scowling in what she hoped was Sesshomaru’s direction.
***
When they finally reached the clearing where he had planned to stop for the night, Sesshomaru took a moment to collect his thoughts. He needed to make another trip to a human village to find food for Kagome – it was certainly easier than catching things in the wild – but he also had to deal with his irritating erection. He had been in a state of almost constant arousal since the last time he had taken her.
He guided her down off of Ah-Uhn’s back and turned the dragon loose. “Are we here?” Kagome asked, reaching up to pull the blindfold away from her eyes.
His grip tightened on her shoulders. “I told you that would make me angry,” he warned. “Remain still.”
Kagome seemed to sense his intentions. “No,” she whimpered, trying half-heartedly to pull away.
He pressed her up against a nearby tree and pulled her skirt up, thwarting her attempts to stop him by holding her wrists. When she finally stopped struggling he ran his hand appreciatively over her soft ass, then guided her legs open, keeping her against the trunk of the tree. He quickly checked between her legs for any signs of bruising, but she seemed fully recovered; he did not need to be so careful with her as he had been. After all, she was not a virgin now, and she had managed to fit him in before; she could do it again.
He heard her hiss under her breath as he pulled her against his chest, watching her squirm beneath him as he pressed himself inside of her. In his position it was easy to hold her in place as he pushed steadily deeper. He doubted that he was hurting her, but she protested when he began to thrust, trying to move away. He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her still, then bent her forward a little so that he slid more easily in and out of her.
She was so delicious, her smooth, supple flesh and the tiny sounds of dismay that she made on each stroke. He pounded into her hard and sped up as he felt his release coming on. She was pretending that it was uncomfortable for her, he noticed. She wouldn't fool him. He muffled her soft cries with his sleeve. Finally his long-awaited orgasm swept over him like the gust of a hurricane, and Sesshomaru felt his power rush through his body as he came. He grunted in satisfaction, his hips jerking against her, watching with pleasure as her little body swallowed all of him.
From now on he would make sure to keep her well-used so that she would be able to handle him more easily.
When he finished he backed away Kagome sank forward to her knees. She felt him untie the knot of the blindfold and then it was pulled away from her eyes. She was trembling, half with anger, half with weakness. There was that feeling again, a fizzy, burning sensation that flashed upwards from her womb and settled in her fingers. It was heavy, like a weight, and Kagome found herself flexing her fingers to get rid of it. What was that, anyway?
She stared dully at the ground as Sesshomaru kindled a fire. He produced the hare that he had killed earlier in the day, then skinned it and indifferently tossed its body next to the blaze.
That was all she was to him, thought Kagome; a collection of bones and meat. He used her just as carelessly.
Unaware of Kagome’s thoughts, Sesshomaru pushed a stake through the rabbit's corpse from the ass out through the mouth, and swung it over the fire to cook. All this work, he thought, when he himself didn’t even require human food. And he would still need more for tomorrow.
Evening set in slowly. The stars rose in the sky and seemed to spin above their heads. Kagome only picked at the rabbit when it was cooked and retired immediately to bed. How could she be so tired, she wondered, when she had been sleeping all day?
***
Sesshomaru took her two more times in the night; Kagome woke to find herself being hauled onto her hands and knees, felt his blunt head pressing insistently against her. He didn’t seem to have any creativity in terms of position, she noticed. She found that it was easier if she relaxed herself completely. What was the point, she wondered, of fighting the second, or the third time, when she had let it happen before? She had begun to feel like the place between her legs was disconnected from her; she didn’t own it, Sesshomaru did. When he came the second time she felt the usual burning, and exhaustion welled up from her knees. She was so sleepy that she could not keep her eyes open - sliding bonelessly forward, she cuddled down into the pile of furs and fell asleep.
Sesshomaru looked down at her where she was sleeping, pleased. He had worn her out. He considered waking her so that he could have her again – his cock was already stirring, although he had taken her so many times already – but decided that she probably needed her rest. She could make up for it in the morning.
She was curled up like a frog on her stomach. Rin, he knew, always slept on her back. He wondered if this was a human thing, so he prodded Kagome’s shoulder until she rolled over and settled back. She was sleeping very deeply, he noted. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed as though she had a fever. Staring down at the little miko asleep in the grass, he wondered what it was that made him so insatiable: no matter how many times he had her, he always wanted more. Carefully, he pushed the blue-black hair out of her face, holding up the strand to inspect its luster and weight. It was silky-smooth and twined around his finger, tangling him in its net. He rubbed it critically between his fingers, then set it back down behind her shoulder.
Then he pulled the covers over her so she would not be cold.
***
Morning came gradually. Kagome roused slowly as the sun did, stirring faintly in her sleep, eyelashes fluttering on her pale cheek.
“You are awake,” Sesshomaru accused her, when he caught her peaking at him out of the corner of her eyes. “Come.”
He hauled her up with a hand on her arm.
“Is it morning already?” she asked, blinking hard. At least she felt a little stronger after the last few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
“Come, I have need of you.”
Not this again. “Stop this!” said Kagome, pushing away. Sesshomaru didn’t seem to be listening, reaching with the dragon hand for the torn hem of her skirt.
“Be a good bitch,” he grunted, settling himself behind her, pulling her hips back towards him.
“Don’t call me that!” Kagome exclaimed. “My name is Kagome, okay? Ka. Go. Me. Not Bitch.”
“You are a female, are you not,” said Sesshomaru blandly. He was pretty sure she was.
"But I’m not a female dog,” said Kagome. “I’m a human being!”
“Perhaps if you please me, I will call you Woman,” Sesshomaru consoled her.
“No,” said Kagome, her voice starting to crack. "You - you can't treat me like this."
"Like what?"
“Like an animal. I need . . . proper clothes. And shoes. And underwear,” she demanded. “And I need real food, and I need to sleep at night.”
"Enough of this talk," said Sesshomaru, moving behind her. "Try to behave yourself."
“No!” Kagome wailed. “Can’t you at least find a new position or something? I mean, can’t you – ah! – try to make this a little easier – ugh, stop!”
He had eased just the heavy tip of himself inside of her, which was the biggest part, and with some difficulty, he pulled himself to a stop.
“Hush,” he instructed.
“Please,” Kagome begged, “can’t you at least touch me or something?”
“Touch you?” repeated Sesshomaru warily.
“Just – please,” Kagome tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but he kept her still. “Humans don’t have sex like this. They do it face to face, they touch each other so it feels good for both people.”
“This is the appropriate position for an Inuyokai,” retorted Sesshomaru imperiously.
“It will be easier for me,” Kagome whispered. “It won’t hurt as much, and that will make it better for you.” She couldn’t believe she was saying this, couldn’t believe she was bargaining with him this way over something that shouldn’t even be happening. But otherwise he would keep on the way he had been going, and Kagome wasn’t sure she could stand too much more of that.
“If I touch you,” Sesshomaru clarified.
“Like you did before. You know . . .” Kagome turned red. “If you could just help me . . . maybe.”
“Fine. You will tell this Sesshomaru what you want to do.” Kagome found herself wondering if he referred to himself that way when he was nervous. The thought was bizzare.
Kagome turned impossibly redder. “I have to tell you? Ah! Stop that!”
“So tell me,” said Sesshomaru implacably, withdrawing a little again.
“Maybe if you could just . . . touch my breasts,” Kagome muttered, her face scarlet. How could she do this? But how could she not?
Obediently, Sesshomaru slid his arms up underneath her and cupped them in his hands. He was finding this little game – and particularly Kagome’s embarrassment – amusing.
“This is – enjoyable?”
Kagome closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of his hands; they were not rough, he could be surprisingly gentle with her body, when he remembered that she was in it. He began to move again, slowly, and this time she could feel a warmth building inside of her. “Maybe you could – if you touched – between my legs,” she stammered.
One hand left her breast and sought out the hard knot in front of her opening, stroking it gently. Kagome found herself pressing back against him, in spite of her herself.
They continued this way in silence, Kagome trying to stifle the soft sounds of pleasure she made as he stroked inside and outside of her.
“Where else?”
Kagome’s mouth seemed to be burning. “Could you – my lips,” she tried to explain.
“I’m not going to - kiss - you,” said Sesshomaru haughtily, stumbling over the unfamiliar word. “Everybody knows that humans have dirty mouths.” But he reached around to trace her lips with his finger, and with her eyes closed this felt strangely good to Kagome.
Sesshomaru, not used to restraining himself, was close. He lightly pinched and plucked the spot between her legs as he began to thrust with more force, and was satisfied to feel her body tightening around him, beginning to rumble inside like an earthquake . . .
He finished first, but he stayed inside her until she followed him over the edge. She was very quiet when she came, tossing her head from side to side, her eyes tightly closed, biting hard on her lower lip. He could see tears streaming down her cheeks before she turned her face away.
“Thank you,” Kagome whispered. This didn’t really seem like the appropriate thing to say, but she was so tired, and her eyes were already drifting closed . . .
“Stay awake,” ordered Sesshomaru sharply.
“I can’t,” said Kagome, “I’m so sleepy . . .”
Sesshomaru pulled onto her knees so that she was kneeling on the grass. Then he began to wrap a coil of rope around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. “I will return shortly,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants. “You will wait for me here - do not fall asleep - and then we will continue our travels. We will reach the edge of my lands by tonight.”
“Don't,” Kagome protested, trying to wiggle, as Sesshomaru tied the other end of the leash to a nearby tree. "What are you doing? . . . I don't understand."
“Wait for me here,” he repeated. “You will not try to call out, do you understand? There are dangerous things in these woods, and they will be more likely to hear you than any rescuer.”
Kagome nodded her head to show that she understood, fuming on the inside.
“Be good,” Sesshomaru instructed.
When he left Kagome found herself angry and inexplicably betrayed; Sesshomaru had not restrained her for the past several nights, and she had been cooperative. She thought they had an understanding – and any way, she wasn’t going to attempt to get away until she had somewhere to go, until Inuyasha found her . . . she clenched her fists . . . he would come for her, she was sure. If she tried to run right now, she would just be scrambling through the wilderness all alone, with no idea of where she was or where to go.
Kagome was uncomfortable in her position - for one thing, their combined juices were sliding out of her, down the backs of her calves which were pressed against her bare ass. The skin itched where it touched her. Additionally she was starting to see shapes in the shadows of the trees, wondering what the 'things' were that Sesshomaru had warned her about.
Just when she started to worry that he might not return, he came out of the woods, shooting her a calm, inquisitive look.
“Stand up,” he instructed. She struggled to do so and he finally wrapped his dragon arm around her to haul her to her feet.
“You were good,” he praised her gently, untying the rope from around her waist. “I was listening.”
Kagome wondered if he had could really have heard her from so far away. She believed that he could.
Sesshomaru was tugging on her limbs, pulling her clothes; this time Kagome didn't resist, letting him remove her torn, stained blouse with hardly a murmur. She just wanted to be standing, wanted to leave. Then his hands were on her mutilated skirt, breaking the waistband with his powerful fingers. Kagome let it slide down her long legs and then stepped out of it.
Sesshomaru was bringing things out of his bag. He wrapped her in a soft cotton yakuta, pulling her arms through the sleeves as though he were dressing a young child. He tied it loosely around her waist and bent to guide her feet into a pair of straw zôri sandals.
“Thank you,” Kagome managed to say, tucking herself tighter into the robe. She noticed that he had not brought her any underwear.
Sessshomaru grunted. “I have food for you,” he said. “Since you do not like rabbit.”
“I'm not hungry now,” Kagome whispered.
Sesshomaru scowled at her, but he did not seem to be in the mood to insist. “We will go,” he said instead.
Obediently Kagome got to her feet and followed him over to where Ah-Uhn was waiting patiently. “I want to walk,” she said.
Sesshomaru frowned at her. “It is a long distance,” he told her. “You will be tired.”
“I want to walk,” Kagome persisted.
“Fine,” Sesshomaru cut her off. “Come.”
In silence, they set off in the direction of Sesshomaru’s kingdom.
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