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Cursed	By : Jenihime Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 3498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
A/N: A new chapter off the press... hope you enjoy it. Same
as last time, no lemon warning, if you are under age, you shouldn’t be reading
this story anyway, naughty kid ;-)
Thank you for the reviews! Will try to update as often as I
can J
Sakura woke a few hours after completely blacking out. She
felt groggy, and her body was covered with sweat. Her thin kimono was clinging
uncomfortably to her body. She got up and walked to a small night stand.
There was a pitcher of water and a small basin for her to wash her face in the
morning. She poured some water and splashed some of the cold water on her face
and on the back of her neck. It barely cooled her down. She did not want to
wake the horse breeder by walking around his house at night, but she also knew
that she would not be able to sleep if she did not take another dip in the cold
water of the interior spring. She did not understand her predicament, as she
knew that the nights were supposed to be getting cooler and cooler. She had even
noticed that the leaves had started to change color and would soon be
displaying an array of ochre, amber terracotta and crimson. She had heard of a
climate change in a distant country, called the Indian summer, where well after
frost there would be a heat wave. She had never heard of such a phenomenon
occurring here in Japan.
She opened the heavy curtains and saw that the sun had not
fully set, and that the breeder should still be awake. She saw an older woman
walking across the grass, carrying heavy bundles of clean linens. She knew that
life on any ranch started at dawn and ended at dusk. Sakura assumed that she
would not be disturbing anyone if she went to take a bath. She knew that it
would be inappropriate to walk around his house in a simple sleeping kimono, so
she took the time to dress herself back in the kimono he had given her before
stepping out of her room. She spotted the maid that had previously picked up
her miko garb and signalled to her. The young woman came close to her,
surprise clearly readable in her purple eyes. The young demoness had amazing
features, and Sakura couldn’t help but think how beautiful demons really were.
She had striking golden hair, and her sun kissed skin contrasted nicely with
them. She was much taller, and stronger built than the miko, and Sakura
couldn’t help but think that she had the perfect constitution to be working on
a ranch. When she was close enough, Sakura said, her voice slightly raspy:
“I’m sorry, I’m finding it very difficult to sleep in this warmth... would it
be possible to go take another bath in the interior cold spring?” The young
demoness frowned, as she wondered how the miko found it warm in her room, but
she had had very little contact with humans in the past, so she assumed that
humans preferred sleeping in colder rooms. She bowed and answered: “It would
be my pleasure to lead you to the spring my lady. Please follow me...”
Sakura followed her lead and found herself in the small room
for a second time today. She thanked the female demon who had led her to the
bathroom. She waited until the door was shut to undress and plunge into the
freezing water. The change in temperature made Sakura’s mind go blank, as it
was such an extreme difference that she even forgot to breath. She breathed in
small gasps as her body was completely shocked by the cold of the water. Her mind
traveled to her cooking experience, when she would flash boil beans and then
dunk them in an ice bath. She now felt somehow sorry for all the veggies that
she had shocked, as she knew now what the greens must have felt. The thought
made her chuckle lightly, as she had just compared her recent actions to a
cooking technique. Her mind drifted to the era she found herself in.
She knew that Gutenberg’s press had only been invented for a
few years, and manuscripts were still being carefully hand copied, by monks,
priests and scripts. Even if she could get her hands on the first available
prints, she doubted that she wanted to re-read the bible. She had read many
religious manuscripts as part of her theological studies, and though she had
found the evolution of each religion fascinating, she had been quite turned off
by the wars that men had fought in the name of their Gods. She was a miko
after all, a protector of life, and the thought of killing innocents in the
name of a concept repulsed her.
Sakura was a talented musician, and though the renaissance
was not her favourite era, she knew a few pieces from Jean Mouton and William
Byrd that would get any court dancing. She knew that most of the instruments
she cherished had not been invented, or were at their early beginnings. The
primitive Viol was her beloved cello’s predecessor. The complex harmonies and
subtleties of the piano would not be heard for another two centuries, as the
harpsichord currently dominated court rooms. Sakura was able to play most
instruments, and she felt a stab of pain in the chest at the thought that she
would not be able to hold one of them again. She would most likely be able to
build some, as she had been pupil to some of the great instrument makers
present in Japan, but never again would she feel the ardent passion of playing
one of Rachmaninoff’s concertos, the orchestra playing behind her as
passionately, the maestro following her every lead. Could she even craft a
cello as perfect as the one she had held between her legs in modern days, while
the bow danced on the strings, singing bach’s cello suite n.1...
She could still remember how her body vibrated with her
cello. Her mind refused to let go of the memory, of how she would infuse her
own aura, her own soul into every note, as the bow would slide on each string,
and how her fingers would get raw from the pinching of the strings. She would
see the air of pure bliss on the faces of those she would play for, and how that
would feed her.
Sakura had moved to the side of the bath and had now rested
her head on her arms, reminiscing her glorious concerts. She knew the basics
of most instruments, and could pick up most of them in a few hours. She had
however chosen a few favourites from each section, and had become known as
quite an expert on each one. She had first learned the piano, as it offered
the widest repertoire. She never liked the harpsichord, as it lacked in the
nuances the piano offered. The piano had always reminded her of winter, as it
was an extremely precise instrument, almost as precise as a surgeons’ knife,
yet able to unleash an unpredictable storm of emotions when handled properly.
She had quickly outgrown the instrument, and had turned to percussion, and had
found an affinity with the xylophone. The playful nature of the instrument
always made her feel light and alive, just as spring had. The instrument was
truly innocent in nature. She had then moved to the winds, and those were
categorised into two sections, the woods and Brasses. She had chosen the transverse
flute, as it fitted the best with her warm, summery nature. It brought out her
soft undertones, the ones she forgot so often. It allowed her to display her
feminine nature, as well as her sultry side. She liked the classical French horn
from the brasses, as it was rich and warm, and resonated with all her fall.
The instrument she preferred above all was her cello. The
warm, luscious melody it produced called to her soul. Somehow, its warmth had
always reminded her of fall, its precise sound and cleanliness of its staccatos
spoke to her wintery nature, the playfulness of the bow dancing on the strings
made her feel the innocence of spring, and its husky undertones lit her body up
as a warm summer day would. It appealed to her entire nature. She somehow
understood now how Sesshoumarou had told her that she carried the scent of the
four seasons on her. She smiled thinking about her demon lord.
Sakura suddenly noticed that while she was lost in her
thoughts, the water around her had grown slightly warmer and was no longer
stinging her skin. It had now become lukewarm. She wondered for a moment if
it had been her body that had adjusted itself to the cold water or if the water
had really gotten warmer. She stepped out of the bath and dressed, her body
slightly cooler and more comfortable. She opened the door and noticed that the
young demoness had been waiting for her. They both walked back to her room, as
the young servant had been ordered by her master that the miko was to be chaperoned
at all times when she would be out of her room.
Sakura walked into her room and felt the heat of the air
pressing down on her once again. She pulled out a fresh sleeping kimono from
the large dresser and removed the multiple layers of fabric of the beautiful
borrowed kimono. She noticed that she was already breaking a sweat, and that
her cool bath had helped only temporarily. She decided to open the large
windows to allow some of the cool air in. She opened moved aside the heavy
crimson velvet that prevented the moonlight from entering the room. She pulled
the enormous, twenty foot window open, and felt the wind dance on her face.
She felt little relief, as the air that hit her face was warm. She proceeded
to the following windows and opened them all, as she felt that some wind was
better than no air circulation. She suddenly noticed that even though her body
was boiling hot, and so was the ambient air around her, her breath created
white condensation, as though hitting cold air. She was truly puzzled, as she
felt that she was on fire, and yet if the air was as cold as she thought it
was, it should be bringing her some relief.
The miko knew that something was wrong with her. She
decided to lie on the cold marble floor. She felt the coolness of it on her
stomach for only a few seconds, as it seemed that her body was so warm that it
instantly hearted it up. She grew worried when she noticed that the tiny droplets
of sweat covering her arms were evaporating off her body, creating a small mist
around her.
Sakura wanted to get up to get help, but her body felt
suddenly to heavy, as if she had suddenly been crushed under two thousand
pounds of lead. She let out a small whimper, as she felt that her life was in
jeopardy, and that time was of the essence. She tried calling out, but her
voice stayed strangled in her throat. She felt tears of frustration swelling
in her eyes. She shut her eyes, as she knew that panic was the enemy of the
mind and would cloud her judgement. She forced herself to calm down.
Her thoughts drifted to the demon lord sleeping in the room
next to her. He should be able to hear her through the walls, a plan formed in
her head. She knew she would not be able to remain conscious for very long,
and she called out to the demon locked inside her ‘We need our Sesshoumarou,
don’t we?’ She was rewarded with a prompt answer ‘Yes, we need him
quickly, or we will not survive the night...’ Sakura frowned before she
asked ‘You know what is happening to me, don’t you?’ She got no answer
to her question, and she started worrying. She wondered what the demon was
hiding, but knew that Sesshoumarou would be able to answer her question.
Sesshoumarou had finally found sleep, alone in his bed. He
longed for his little miko’s presence, but he understood that they needed to be
separated for the moment. Something woke him from his peaceful slumber. He
felt that something was wrong, and that his miko was in danger. He did not know
what had pulled him out of his sleep, but he knew that he would not be able to
drift back if he did not confirm that his miko was fine. He rose from his bed
and walked to the door. He knew that the horse breeder would most likely be
awakened by his movements, but he did not care. He wanted to calm his
instincts and ensure his Sakura’s safety. He opened the door and simply
listened intently to the sounds of the house. He could hear his friend and his
mates sleeping noises, as well as the many maids and house servants sleeping
for the night. One particular noise caught his attention, and irregular and
ragged breathing, the strongest noise as it was the closest. He knew that his
miko was in distress, and he had to find out why. The moment he stepped
outside his room, he felt his friend standing next to him, and heard him say:
“Going out for a leisurely stroll, pup?”
The horse breeder cursed under his breath when he had heard
the pup open his door, as he knew that a long night was before him. He had
stood next to him when he had stepped out, and had seen the distress in his
golden eyes as he spoke: “My miko, her breathing is erratic... I need to verify
that she is safe...” The horse breeder’s eyes soften as he said: “Very well my
friend, my mate and I will go and check on her, while you wait in your room. I
will come and confirm that she is fine after we have done so.” The horse
breeder waited until the unhappy pup returned to his room, and went to wake his
mate. She was not pleased with being woken in the middle of the night, but
they both knew that the important guests that were in their houses needed them.
They both went to the young miko’s room and knocked softly on the door. They
heard a hoarse voice saying: “enter”
Both demons were dumbfounded by the scene they found in the
room. The windows were wide open, letting the cold air in. The bed was empty,
and the young miko was lying on the cold marble floor, her breathing ragged and
irregular. She was covered in sweat, and her dark hair was now plastered to her
face. The light sleeping kimono was drenched and clung to her like a second
skin. She was surrounded by a hew of steam, as the water seemed to evaporate
off her warm body.
The female demon snapped out of her stupor and rushed to the
small miko. She turned her on her back. Her eyes were hazy but she was still
lucid. She placed her hand on her forehead. He body was burning to the touch,
and the demoness found it almost uncomfortable to leave her hand there. The
miko looked at her with pleading eyes, as she said: “What is happening to me?
Please, help me...” The older female looked down at the small human and she
started having doubts.
She had seen a demoness burst into flames, consumed by her
own heats, as her father had denied her rutting as punishment for disobeying
him. She also knew that some females came close to dying during their heats if
their mates were not present. She had never heard of a similar phenomenon with
humans. The girl was obviously an adult, and though still innocent, she must
have had gone through the feminine cycles many times. However, she seemed as
shocked by what was happening as they were. She sighed as she rose to her feet
to meet her mate who was still standing by the door. Once she got close to him,
she said in a low voice: “We need to let them rut, if not she will die. She is
going through full demon heat, and her body will not be able to withstand the
burn. She will not survive if we do not let Sesshoumarou in.” She saw that
her mate was having a serious internal struggle as he watched the small miko on
the floor.
The older demon watched the small miko on the floor, and
recognized that his mate was right. If Sesshoumarou did not take her now, she
would die. The process destroying her small body could only be stopped by the
male’s seed, and she would not survive without it. He walked out the door,
followed by his mate. He went to the demon lord’s room and knocked before
entering. He could see that the whelp had been pacing, waiting for him to come
with news of the young miko. Sesshoumarou paused and looked at him, his eyes
burning with his unspoken question. The old demon lord spoke: “We believe that
though she is human, she is currently experiencing full demon heats. Her body
is flaring up to dangerous temperatures. The two of you need to rut...” He
pause as the demon lord was now rushing towards the door. The older demon
placed a hand on his shoulder and said: “Pup, try not to mate her yet, so you
may respect proper procedures. You will only make it easier for both of you.
Also, remember to be gentle with her, it is her first time, do your best to
make it a pleasurable experience for her...”
Sesshoumarou sent him a distressed look as he thought about
his miko, suffering in the room next to his, and how he could bring relief to her.
His friend was only giving him words of wisdom, but he was delaying him. His
miko needed him, and he wanted to go to her. His old friend moved aside and
let him pass through. He swiftly opened the door to her room, and noticed that
the air was extremely cold. He saw her lying on the floor, and he felt a
strong pinch in his chest, as he watched his miko. He reached her in the blink
of an eye and nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck. He felt her arms coil
around his neck, and heard her raspy voice say: “My Sesshoumarou, you are not
supposed to be here... we’ll only get another bucket of cold water on the
head...” Sesshoumarou would have normally chuckled, was it not for the gravity
of the current situation. He lifted her bridal style in his strong arms and
brought her to the large bed. Once he laid her on the soft mattress, he
climbed on the large futon, and hovered above her, on all fours, before
planting a soft, demanding kiss on her sweet lips.
Sesshoumarou was surprised at how warm her body was, and
wondered how long had she been in such a predicament. He felt a stab of guilt
hit his chest, as he felt that he should have woken earlier. Nevertheless, he
needed to take care of her now, and so he would do. She broke the kiss and
said: “My Sesshoumarou, what is happening to me?” He looked into her beautiful
turquoise eyes before answering: “My Sakura, your body is being consumed by the
flames of your first heats. It is a dangerous time for a female, as only the
seed of a demon may stop it. I will do my best to keep from marking you as my
mate, but the rutting is necessary for you to survive. I cannot lose you, my
miko. If I must risk breaking my promise to save your life, then so be it. I
can only hope that you will find it in you to forgive me...”
Sakura’s mind was slightly clouded, but she understood the
dire urgency of the current situation. She felt that her demon lord needed
more time to grow in love with her, but if she died from something as silly as
her ovulation, she would never get a chance to see the demon lord love her.
She knew that the seeds of love were already planted within her, and they would
one day blossom... She only had doubts about her demon lover. She could only
hope that his lust and interest for her would grow into something else. She did
not like the tone his monologue had taken, and she wanted his lips back on
hers. She interrupted him mid-sentence and suckled on his lower lip, so he
would allow her passage into his mouth. She was rewarded with his tongue
dancing around hers. She let her hands move to his chest, removing his
sleeping kimono and exposing his perfect marble skin. She let her fingers
dance across his firm muscles, brushing his perked nipples as she did so.
Sesshoumarou wanted to take his time in pleasing his miko
and honouring her body the way it should be. He felt that his miko had other
plans in mind. He let her run her hands over his taught muscles all she wanted,
and when she got to the strings attaching his pants, she grunted in
frustration. Sesshoumarou had used special knots as a safe guard against her
ministrations. He wanted her to enjoy losing her innocence, and he would not
let mindless desire take that away from her. He moved his mouth from hers,
being mindful to stay away from the crook of her neck. He let his mouth trail
down her neck to her chest, as he found his mouth now between her breasts, and
in a dilemma between left and right. He chose to go right, as he remembered
that her right nipple seemed more sensitive and had earned him stronger moans.
He wanted to kiss and suckle on her left breast before he tended to the right
one, as he wanted her body to rise in pleasure. He licked the rosy nipple,
tasting her fully, as the sweat that pearled on her body now held her own
essence. He found it quite erotic, as he tasted what he could smell.
He could taste her spicy arousal, now mixed with her
seasons. He could taste the burning cinnamon, lining her winter, the sweet
anis accompanying her spring, the cool fennel riding with summer and the warm
nutmeg surrounding her autumn. The spice mix danced on his tongue like no
other had before. He felt his body shudder, as the different tastes seem to
light different parts of his body. His miko was perfect in so many ways.
Though it was torture to him, as he wanted to take her promptly, he wanted her
to know how special she was. He would control himself so that her burning body
was fully aroused by his ministrations before he would find his own pleasure.
He wanted this night to be hers. After her nipple was thoroughly covered with
his saliva and now slightly irritated from his suckling, he moved left to her
right mound, staring hungrily at the second nipple.
Tough he knew that she had never been pupped, and therefore
never produced any nurturing milk, he felt a deep need to suckle on her large
mound. He placed his lips on her perked nipple and started suckling hungrily.
He was rewarded with his miko moaning loudly and pressing his head to her
breast as he did so. He went on sucking on her tender skin until he felt it
slightly raw and moved down to her navel. He remembered how she had licked him
in such delicious torture, and he wanted to do the same to her. He started by
licking her upper abdomens, and went down to her sides. He heard her giggle as
he did so, and knew that like most females, she was ticklish in that area. He
continued his light licking for what seemed like hours. He continued as he
could not get enough of her taste, he only paused when he felt her start to
wriggle under him, as she wanted more than what he was giving her.
Sakura’s mind was completely lost. From the moment that she
had understood what was happening to her own body, she had know that the
current actions were necessary. She had longed for her demon lord’s touch, and
she could finally feel him against her, which was all that she desired. She
knew that she was paying for the playful torture she had given him. She heard
him chuckle as she wriggled under him. She knew that two could play that game,
and she slithered her foot toward his groin and started rubbing it lightly on
his erected manhood. She heard a deep lustful growl escape his mouth, and it
made her entire pelvis vibrate.
He continued moving lower to her burning folds. Her arousals’
spiciness was the strongest there, and he enjoyed the cocktail it offered
thoroughly. He looked at her bare womanhood and made a mental note to ask the
following day if all human females were devoid of pubic hair. He started
licking at her folds, lapping the precious liquid. He tasted the full extent
of her heats and suddenly registered her foot rubbing his aroused member. He
growled as the feeling was sending signals throughout his body, urging him to
move faster. He flipped both her legs over his shoulders and positioned his head
back at her warm entrance. He heard her grunt in frustration and couldn’t hold
the chuckle that escaped his lips.
Sakura wanted to continue rubbing him, as she knew that she
would get what she desired faster. Still, his actions brought such sensations
to her body that she found that it was only a minor frustration compared to the
powerful heat that was building inside her core. She hoped that the longer the
build-up, the greater the release. She felt him licking her slit, running his
smooth tongue up and down. Her body lit up faster than it had last time. She
was already close to her climax, and she could not stop the loud moan that
escaped her lips.
Sesshoumarou could feel that she was close to her release,
and though he had never taken a woman’s innocence, as he preferred more
experienced women, he followed his instincts that told him it would be less
painful if he brought her release before entering her. He flicked his tongue
on her pleasure bud, and heard her breathing become faster. Loud moans were
escaping her mouth, and her blunt nails were now clenched on his scalp. He
felt her hips buck slightly, and knew that she was close to going over the
edge. He slipped two fingers inside her and pumped in her tight core until he
felt the walls tighten around them. He felt pride swelling in his chest, as he
had made her climax so quickly. He let her ride the final waves of her orgasm
before sliding his wet fingers out of her. He thoroughly licked them and
proceeded to removing his pants.
He found that he was fumbling with his own special knots and
simply cut the strings holding them in place with a flick of his claws. They
slid off him, allowing his painfully erected member to spring free. He then
slid his miko’s legs of his shoulders, and moved up the bed so that he was well
positioned between her legs. Her lust filed eyes nearly made him lose all
control. He kissed her and closed his eyes to regain his focus. He had to be
careful not to harm her as he would not forgive himself if he simply pounded
her mindlessly. He allowed her to relax, as he felt her somewhat
apprehensive. He knew that he was large, and many females he had rutted with had
told him that they never had had such a large male inside them and that it had
been quite painful. He needed to be gentle with her, as he knew that past scars
already made it difficult for her to be intimate with him, it would be even more
difficult to gain her trust if he created an unpleasant memory for her. He
broke the kiss and whispered in her ear: “Please know that I am greatly sorry
for any pain that I am about to give you, my miko”
Sakura could feel the apprehension in his tone. She knew
that first times often ranged from uncomfortable to painful, and that she had
to go through it for intercourse to become much more pleasant. She also knew
that Sesshoumarou had made her relaxed by having her climax once, and that it
would be far less painful since he had done so. She was also grateful that
years of rough training and tampons had most likely obliterated her hymen. She
kissed him passionately, giving him the strength he needed to continue with his
task. She swayed her hips lightly to press him forwards, and he understood the
unspoken message. Keeping his lips locked with her, he slid slowly in her hot
folds. She was incredibly tight around him, and he had to concentrate hard on
his little miko not to enter her with one quick thrust. Sakura felt him
entering her at a maddening slow paste. It was sweet torture to her, as
contrary to what she thought she would feel, no pain came from his action.
Quite the opposite, the rubbing of his soft skin on her walls was building a
new climax. She felt his body nearing hers as he entered her. He stopped
about three-quarters of the way in, and seemed to hesitate before pushing in
his entire length.
Sesshoumarou was astonished at how deep she was. Never had
he been able to push his member fully within a female before, and had made a
mental note of where most females would cry out in pain and had stopped at that
mental barrier. As he had sensed none of the usual resistance he had felt when
penetrating others, he had pushed on and had, for the first time, felt himself
completely encased in the warm core of a female, bonus being that this female
was his intended. She was truly god sent, and they had been made for one
another. He also sensed no pain signals coming from the small miko beneath
him. She was still completely relaxed in his arms. He did a tentative thrust,
keeping it slow, and was rewarded with his miko moaning loudly in his mouth.
Sakura had never felt so content. She felt the foreign
organ within her, and felt as if it was right where it belonged. When her
demon had slowly thrust his large member within her, jolts of pleasure
irradiated through her body, emanating from her cervix and moving outwards.
Pleasure waves were starting to roll on her body, making her head spin.
Sesshoumarou started pumping in and out of her, still being careful not to hurt
her. She felt her body raise to a new climax, as her mind went completely
blank, her body pulsating violently. Just as last time, each orgasm he had
given her was more powerful than the previous, and she felt her insides coil
around the demon’s hard shaft. She heard his muffled moan as her tightness grew
around him. He had stopped moving to let her enjoy the waves of pleasure that
were ravishing her body.
Sesshoumarou knew that if he died in his sleep, he would die
a happy man, as he was currently experiencing perfect bliss. Not only had he
given his miko no pain whatsoever, he was bringing her along for a lustful ride
of pleasure. He had nearly found his own climax through hers, as she had grown
quite tight and the pulsating walls closing in on his manhood had sent jolts of
pleasure down his spine. He let her finish her release, and started his
thrusting motions once more, this time accelerating the tempo. She was now
moaning loudly, and he looked onto her beautiful face, as the sweat of lust
plastered her ebony hair to her pale skin. He slid one of his and under her,
as he felt her back arch slightly and looked at her and said: “Do you want
more, my Sakura?” Her eyes opened and met his, as she said in a husky voice: “Yes,
my Sesshoumarou...” The demon lord could not understand how, but he felt even
more aroused as she had said so, as her voice was sultry and deep. He pumped a
little faster, still being mindful that he could hurt her. His doubts washed
away instantly when he heard her whisper: “Faster, my Sesshoumarou...”
Sesshoumarou was more than happy to comply. He picked up
his paste and was rewarded with louder moans of pleasure. She seemed to have
lost all self control as she started to cry out in pleasure. Sesshoumarou
drank those moans as he knew that he was the instigator of her pleasure. She
was crying out for him, and never before had she felt this way. He was filled
with pride as he knew that he was the only one who had ever heard them leave
her beautiful lips before, and if he could help it, never would another male
ever hear her sing such a melody. He kissed her neck, dangerously close to
where a mating mark should be, and reminded himself that he had to wait. He
kissed her lips, devouring her sweet sounds. He only broke the contact to
allow her to breath, as she was now panting heavily, matching his own breathing
rhythm. He nearly found his release when she said in a raspy voice: “Harder,
please my Sesshoumarou...”
Sakura could feel the demon lord’s hesitation, and she knew
that he was still restraining himself from fear of causing her pain. She
looked him in the eyes and spoke, out of breath: “I’ll... tell... you... if it’s...
uncomfortable...” That was all the promise he needed to let loose. He started
pounding her faster and harder than he had any other female, as he did not have
to show any form of restraint. He felt her body arch further allowing him even
deeper access. She was now crying out his name in small gasps, and he felt
that she was close to her climax. He let himself ride his unbridled lush filled
passion and thrust his member as hard and as quickly as he could. He felt that
her hips were now matching his in his movements, and felt the walls of her core
squeezing tightly around him. He knew that if he did not occupy his mouth he
would mark her as they both reach their peak, so her devoured her mouth. He
felt her body rising in his arms and knew that he was seconds away from
heavenly bliss. He felt her understand how important it was to keep both their
lips locked, as she firmly grabbed his head with both her hands.
Sakura had understood her demon quite well and knew that he
would do all in his power to respect his promise. She would assist him, and
though she would much rather be screaming out his name, it was for the best
that she kept his mouth busy. She felt him growing even bigger as he was so
close to his own release. She felt her own body surrender to the building
climax. She nearly passed away as the orgasm she felt was so strong, it was
nearly painful.
Sesshoumarou felt her walls tighten and thrust one last in
her before spilling his hot seed inside her. He tried to fight against her
small hands to move to her neck and claim her properly, but her strong grip
stopped him and he continued suckling on her mouth instead. He rode his
pleasure waves, as he felt her walls trembling around him. He had collapsed on
her and was afraid that he might be too heavy for her and had started to move
away, but she held him there.
Sakura wanted to feel him on her for a few more instants.
She did not want him off her yet. He broke the kiss and looked into her lust
filled eyes and said: “Am I not too heavy for you, my Sakura?” She chuckled
lightly and said: “My Sesshoumarou, you are less heavy than half the weight of
the monster Ochaida that I yield with one arm. Do you really believe that I
find you heavy?” He looked into her playful eyes and then kissed her once
more, before resting his head on her shoulder, careful to keep his mind away
from the crook of her neck.
He knew that he would mate her one day, but his instincts
now told him that it was not the right time. He had not felt the mating knot
inside her, that would ensure conception as it would have kept his seed within
her fertile womb. He thought that perhaps it was his beast’s way of telling
him that this was not the right time. He felt a slight sorrow, as he knew that
demon heats came only once every other year. He would have loved to see his
miko growing round with his pups. He felt her hands, gently caressing his hair
and his back. He then reconsidered, as he knew that pupped females were less
inclined to accept rutting. He figured it would give him more time to play
with his little female. He felt sleep slowly gripping him, as he was now thoroughly
exhausted. He felt that her body had now cooled down to a normal temperature
and that she was now out of harm’s way.
Sakura had started to feel tired, as the whole ordeal had
drained most of her resources. She felt that sleep was starting to claim her
body. She felt Sesshoumarou withdraw himself from her, and had a strange
feeling gripping her. She felt somewhat empty. She suddenly felt the cold air
on her skin, making her shiver.
Sesshoumarou kissed her lightly before going to tend to the
windows, closing them shut. He returned to the bed and covered her, before
slipping next and lying on his side. He pulled her to his chest, resting her
head on one of his firm biceps, letting her nuzzle her face in his chest. He
wrapped his tail around her, as he knew that she liked the feeling of its soft
fur on her skin. He bent one of his knees so he could slither his leg between
hers, as he knew it would not only allow him to feel her warm womanhood pressed
on him, it would also make her sleeping position more comfortable. He mimicked
her movements as she had coiled her arms around him, he did the same. He
kissed her forehead, and waited to hear her steady breathing before letting
himself succumbing to sleep.
Sesshoumarou had been wrong when thinking that no other
males had heard her moans and cries of pleasure, as the entire household had
heard them throughout the night. Most of the mated pairs had themselves engaged
in rutting, as they were all quite turned on by the small miko’s moans of
pleasure. The old horse breeder had to admit that he had not felt that aroused
in years, nor could he remember a female crying out with such passion and
pleasure. He had never heard of humans be so demonstrative, and he knew that
somehow, it had affected every demon in the house. Tomorrow would be a day of
light work, as he knew that none had gotten a full night of peaceful sleep.
One thing he was glad for was that the pup had been good to
her and it had been clear that he had brought her pleasure. He had also not
felt the usual mix of auras associated with mating, so he assumed that he had controlled
himself. Overall, the older demon was quite proud of the whelp. He would have
to verify whether his suspicion about the mating was correct, as a newly mated
dog demon could be quite aggressive towards potential threats to his mate.
Knowing Sesshoumarou the way he did, he also knew that he would be his bitch’s
alpha, and would rut with her many times over the following few days to assert
dominancy. These could be dangerous times for his household, as none would be
able to approach the couple. He would have to ponder on how to find out if they
had indeed become a mated pair.
Sakura woke as the sun shone brightly in her room, despite
the blinds being completely shut. ‘Sneaky bastard...’ She thought ‘Still
finds ways to wake me up even though thick blinds cover the windows...’
Her body felt slightly sore from all of last night’s events. She knew that the
feverish heat that had overtaken her body had thoroughly drained her energy,
and she was now recuperating. She felt warm and protected, as her body was
entangled with that of Sesshoumarou’s. She felt his soft fluffy tail tickling
her back, his arms tightly wrapped around her, as well as her legs sandwiching
his. Her face was completely nuzzled in his taught chest, and for a moment she
wanted time to stop and to live this instant for the rest of eternity. She
felt his chest rumble in a menacing growl as someone knocked on their door.
The door opened a few inches to reveal worried eyes. Sakura looked up and saw
that a child was walking in with a tray of food. The small girl had to be
around ten or eleven and wore a bright yellow kimono which contrasted beautifully
with her sun kissed skin and dark hair. She seemed to shiver as the demon lord
let out another loud growl. She quickly laid the platter of fruits and eggs on
the table and walked out.
Sesshoumarou had not awakened. He had simply reacted out of
instinct. To him, it was a done deal; the female in his arms was his, and he
would allow no one to approach her. Though his conscious mind could understand
the need for protocol and etiquette, his instincts identified the miko as his
mate, and he would ardently protect her. When he had heard the noise he had
growled as a warning, as he did not want anyone to disturb them on their mating
bed. He nuzzled his nose closer to her head in his sleep, burying it in her
hair.
Sakura had been slightly amused at the protective display
her demon had just given. She had however monitored his movements closely, as
she did not want the small girl to get harmed. She had relaxed when she had
felt his nose moving closer to her scalp, and had sensed his ease. She allowed
herself to settle back down and fall into peaceful slumber, as she was not
ready to get up just yet. She was still tired from her ordeals, and had not
had a proper night of sleep in a comfortable bed in the past few days, so it
was her intentions to fully enjoy her time in her demon’s arms.
Sesshoumarou stirred in his sleep. He hadn’t dreamed in
years, and did not recognize the familiar feeling. Would he have, he never
would have allowed the dream to continue.
He recognized the small beach that was close to his castle. He
had enjoyed strolling on it being a pup, with both his mother and father. He
was now walking on it, feeling the sand between his toes. He knew that it was
his time to be there with his own mate and pup. He saw her lying far away on
the sand, the waves reaching her toes. She did not reach and he knew that she
was peacefully sleeping. He saw that her arms were wrapped around a small bundle,
lovingly. He was far from them and couldn’t help the eagerness building within
him as he was getting closer. She was wearing a kimono he had never seen on
her. It was a light pink and was covered with large crimson poppies. He had
been kept at the castle for official matters and she had gone first without him
as his pup was quite eager to go. His first born was quite energetic, and
reminded him of his younger sibling at the same age. Her beautiful eyes were
closed, and most of her face was hidden by a veil of dark hair.
Sesshoumarou sped up his paste, as worry grew within his
chest. He knew that she was not able to sleep with her hair in her face. The
slight strand that would go astray would wake her, and his mind started to
worry as he saw her in such a deep slumber. As he got closer to her, he saw
that the crimson poppies were no flowers. They were large patches of drying
blood, pooling out on her pink kimono. He recognized the kimono as one of his favourites,
one she had personally handpicked for their official mating ceremony. He saw
that the small bundle in her arms had clenched his tiny hands on his mother’s
kimono, as she had tried to shield him with her own body. He stopped a few
inches from them, and fell to his knees. His mind could not properly analyse the
image before him. He started by running a clawed finger on her cheek, pushing
the strands of hair away from her beautiful features.
He had thought that she had been peacefully sleeping, but he
now saw that her face was crisped in pain, forever frozen in the expression
that had marked her last moments. Sesshoumarou saw that tears had streaked her
face, and had fallen on his firstborn’s head. He was afraid to touch her, that
if he did, he would be acknowledging the terrible reality that had taken
place. He felt tears burning his eyes, as for the first time in his very long
life, could he feel the pains of grief. His mate had died in pain, protecting
their son, while he was not there. His family was now lost to him, and with this
realization, the tears started pouring freely down his face. His stony
features were now distorted with pain, as he picked up the limp body of his
little miko and cradled her and his son on his lap. He nuzzled his nose in the
crook of her neck, where his mating mark was, trying to fill his nostrils with
her soothing scent. He let out a powerful wail when he realized that as death
had claimed her, it had jealously robbed her body of her scent as well.
Sesshoumarou was rocking them, as he had known that she had
liked to movement, and that it had soothed their pup. He was trying to numb his
own pain. Never would he feel her arms around him, nor the warmth of her breath
on his skin, nor would she ever sooth him with her deep rumble. He felt as
though his heart was now in a vice, and that someone powerful was crushing it
maliciously. Never had he told her how much he loved her, and he would now
have to live to the reality of unproclaimed love. He heard someone calling his
name, a familiar voice, a voice he wanted to follow. The voice came with a
soothing scent, one he craved for. If his beloved mate had come to lead him to
the underworld with her, he would follow willingly, as he saw no point in
staying behind. His new little family was now his sole reason for living, and
without them, he would have no further reason to move on.
Sakura had woken in a start when a loud howl of pain had
rippled through her ears painfully. The grip around her had become tighter, and
she could see Sesshoumarou sobbing in her shoulder in his sleep. He must have
been dreaming, and whatever his dream was, she knew she had to pull him out of
it. She managed to break free for his powerful embrace and started shaking his
shoulders while calling out his name. He seemed to be responsive to her actions,
and she saw him slowly emerge from slumber. When he opened his puffy eyes and
looked into hers, she could first see grief mixed with panic, and then came relief.
He sat up quickly and wrapped his arms around her once again, before pressing
his head to her chest.
Sesshoumarou had followed the voice, and had been rewarded
when he opened his eyes to turquoise pools, staring back at him in concern. Her
scent was vibrant and still present, her body warm with life. He couldn’t help
but press his head to her chest to hear her heart beating. Her body responded
to his anguish and let out a deep soothing rumble. He felt his muscles relax
slightly, before he realized that he had just had a dream. He could say that
him mind had thought of the worst possible nightmare his life could turn into.
He remembered that his father had told him that he had had similar dreams after
he had mated his mother and his younger half-brother’s mother, and it was
likely a side effect to the mating. Though he had not yet mated her, he knew
that he would, and that, sooner than later. He heard her speak and it took a
while for him to register her words: “Are you well, my Sesshoumarou? What did
you dream of to get you so upset?”
Sakura felt Sesshoumarou tense in her arms. She wanted to
find out what painful images he had seen for him to react in such a way. He
then said: “It was a terrible dream, my Sakura. You had gone to a small beach
near my castle with our first born, and I came to meet you there, the two of
you had been attacked...” Sakura heard his voice crack, and she held on
tighter. She only hoped that the rumbling in her chest would not stop, as she
did not fully control this new function her body offered. She felt a pain in
her chest, as she could only imagine what he had felt. She knew that he care
about her, and he longed for her to be with child. To see them both dead was a
quite a cruel joke that his unconscious mind had played on him. He continued
his voice slightly strained: “I wanted to die on the spot to join you two in
the afterlife. I had such a powerful regret, how could I go on...” Sakura then
asked: “Pray tell, my Sesshoumarou, what was it that you regretted?” She heard
him sigh deeply and in a murmur said: “I had never told you that I loved you...”
Sakura felt her arm tighten around him, as she nuzzled her head in his neck,
and started licking at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, as she knew that
it brought him comfort.
She took a deep breath, before speaking: “You know, my
Sesshoumarou, once we are mated, our bound will most likely become stronger...
If you love me, I will know, without you having to tell me, just as you will
know that I love you, without having the need for me to tell you... I don’t
want to be your regret... I am only human, and my lifespan will be shorter than
yours, you will have to face life without me eventually...”
Sesshoumarou had to concentrate to steady his breath as she
spoke. He knew that she would be able to read him as an open scroll once they
mated. He just could not imagine his life without his mate as he spoke: “You
are mistaken, my Sakura... Your lifespan will be as long as mine once we are mated.
And if you are what I think you are, you are not only a human...” He felt her
nimble at his neck, as she wanted him to be soothed. He had to admit that her
actions were bringing him some form of peace. He had seen her on the beach,
covered in her own blood and that of their pup, lifeless, odourless and limp,
as opposed to now as he felt her warm breath on his neck, smelt her body and
her own unique scent, still laced with the previous night’s arousal, felt her
warmth. He started licking at her neck, and he tasted her own worries. He
then noticed that her scent was tainted with stress, as she fawned over him.
He let his own chest erupt in a deep soothing rumble, and he felt her go limp
in his arms. He lay back on the bed in the exact same position that they had
been so peacefully sleeping in before his nightmare had woken the two of them.
He watched her succumb to slumber and silently vowed to
himself never to let his dream become reality. He would protect his mate and
his pups, and he would tell her that he loved her every day until his life
ended. He knew that the feelings were already blossoming within him, and he
somehow knew that she was his soul mate. He only had to make her fall in love
him before they could be mated.
Sesshoumarou was surprised, as he remembered how she had
told him that the hard part of the curse’s condition would be for him to open
up to someone and trust that person completely. He had found it incredibly
easy to do so with his little miko. He saw that on the other hand, winning her
love and trust would be the hard part. He was up to the challenge, as he did
want her to stay his. Though still groggy with sleep, he had noticed a change
in her speech pattern; she had said ‘when we mate’ and not ‘if we mate’. This
encouraged Sesshoumarou in his endeavour. He kissed her forehead tenderly and
whispered: “I love you, my Sakura...”
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