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You're Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 19962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Six:
Kagome ate the steak in uncomfortable silence, well aware of the fact that not only was she sitting naked in her tormentor’s lap, but there was an object forced up inside of her. The steak, although delicious, especially with the gorgonzola sprinkled on top, was not enough to distract her from the rather uncomfortable situation she was in.
She had eaten most of the steak and a good portion of the asparagus, as well as a few bites of the mashed potatoes when she was forced to a stop. Her stomach was full, and she simply could not eat any more.
Sesshoumaru, sensing the girl had had her fill, looked over at the plate. The majority of it was gone, which pleased him. Women today seemed to think it was attractive when they starved themselves to look like emaciated walking corpses. He refused to allow any bed partner of his to walk around as such. He liked his women to have a little extra cushion, and was surprised that girl had eaten so much. Lazily he folded the newspaper he had been reading, and placed it softly on the table. With two hands he reached around the girl to cup her breasts, kneading the soft globes tenderly in his palms.
She wriggled a bit on his lap, gasping as his fingers plucked at her nipples, and making him even harder beneath her. This little minx had done nothing but haunt him the entire week she had been gone. He couldn’t get the sight of her out of his head, the taste of her out of his mouth. She was…an aphrodisiac, and Sesshoumaru had no idea why this was. What was so special about this human? He had never before been remotely interested in a human woman before. They were weak, inferior creatures. But there was something about this one that simply called to him, sang out to his baser nature. He wanted to dominate her, make her beg and bend to his every desire. He wanted her every possible way that he could have her, and he fully intended on it. It was, however, distracting. She was distracting. Perhaps he just needed to rut her, get her out of his system. It had been a long time that she had been teasing him with that delicious scent. He had waited, when he didn’t wait for anything, to have her.
And now that he had her here, in his home, under his control…he wanted to savor it. Savor her. At least, that’s what he had fully intended on doing. But hearing her muffled moans as he played with her breasts, feeling her hips shift and that soft ass grind against him in an innocently provocative matter…
Well, hell. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over this table and fuck her senseless. The beast within him roared its approval at the thought, his golden eyes flashing red for the barest of moments. No. No, that wouldn’t do at all. He had to regain control, had to…
A particularly sharp gasp as he rolled her nipples, pinching hard at the sensitive nubs of flesh, broke his concentration. The unfiltered scent of her arousal, splashed with a hint of reluctance, reached his sensitive nose…and all his intentions, all his best laid plans, were lost.
With a low growl he swept the food, cutlery, and plates to the floor…delighting in her gasp of surprise as it clattered. With a surge of adrenaline, he spun the girl in his arms before forcing her down roughly on the table. He hovered over her, eyes beginning to bleed red at the corners, and inhaled the heady scent of her fear.
“S-Sesshoumaru?” She stuttered, those expressive eyes of hers wide with fear and confusion. Had she forgotten that he was a demon? One of the most powerful of them left on this earth? A cruel smirk twisted on his lips. It seemed he would just have to remind her.
Kagome didn’t know what to think as her back hit the cool surface of the wooden table. One second she had been sitting in his lap, forced to allow him to play with her breasts (well did she remember the last time she had tried to brush his hand away) when all of a sudden she found herself turned around and thrown onto the table. Confusion wrinkled her brow, right before the fear set in. Hovering above her, one hand placed on either side of her, was Sesshoumaru. Only he didn’t look like the cool, composed, demon she had known so far. His golden eyes were tinted red, and blazed with heat. His lips were pulled back into a snarl to expose…
Holy shit! Those were fangs! How had she missed those? A whimper left her throat at the suddenly vulnerable position she found herself in. She tried to push herself up, tried to roll away, but a low growl froze her in place.
“Submit.”
Kagome trembled, hating herself for the fear that was beginning to choke her. She knew enough about demons to know that when their beast took over, they became…primitive. Baser. If she fought him now, she wasn’t sure what would happen. She did know that it wouldn’t be good. So swallowing the lump in her throat, Kagome laid back down on the table, closing her eyes as if that could block out what was about to happen. Her knees were at the edge of the table, and she startled when clawed, clawed, hands gripped her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart.
“Mine.” The demon above her hissed, right before hot lips fell to her collar bone, tongue and teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh there.
Oh god help her, Kagome bit down on her lower lip as those teeth and that tongue worked the sensitive column of her throat. A low whine, part fear and part arousal, escaped her before her arms (which had been laying passively at her sides) were jerked over her head and pinned there. Her eyes flew open then, only to see a snarling Sesshoumaru above her.
“Stay.” He growled roughly, as if words were difficult for him. Trembling from an odd mixture of emotions, Kagome could only nod her head in acquiescence. She had a feeling that she was about to lose her virginity to Sesshoumaru’s demon. In all of her life not once did she picture this as the way her first time would go. Certainly not to a demon. Her grandfather was a shrine monk, after all, and she had been raised on as a potential shrine maiden. Demons, her grandfather had told her repeatedly, were bad collectively. There were maybe a few good apples, but as a whole the group was rotten. She could still remember the first time she had brought Inuyasha home…her grandfather had tried to purify him on the spot. Never in her life had she been so embarrassed, but Inuyasha had only been amused by her grandfather’s antics.
Oh lord, if her grandfather could only see her now. Kagome turned her head to the side, bearing her neck to the hot, impenetrable, gaze of the demon above her. She knew it to be a sign of submission that he would recognize…and hopefully it would make things easier on her. If this was the price she had to pay to keep her secret and to help her little brother…then she would do it gladly. Well, maybe not gladly but-
Her thoughts came to a skittering halt as her nipple was sucked into a hot, wet, mouth. She cried out as he suckled her breast, well aware of the sharp press of fangs against the tender skin. One hand kneaded the flesh of her breast while the other trailed sharp claws gently down her side and stomach. Kagome couldn’t help but squirm underneath the onslaught of sensation, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she tried to hold back her moans. She didn’t want to be aroused by this, by him, but she found herself falling victim to his heady, experienced touch, despite her mental protests. When the hand trailing down her stomach made it to the v of her thighs, Kagome couldn’t stop the breathless moan that escaped from her throat. When those fingers delved deeper, deceptively gentle as they ran up and down her slit, Kagome bucked her hips- eager for more.
Was she crazy? What the hell was wrong with her? There was a full blooded demon above her, with claws for chrissakes. Maybe it was the danger, and there was a lot of danger, or maybe it was the fact that this demon just knew what he was doing with that mouth of his and those long, strong, fingers. Whatever the case, Kagome could no longer hold back from him.
His fingers found her clit, the sensitive pearl thrusting out of its hood, seeking relief. When they smoothed over the nerve center, slick with her own juices, Kagome cried out…her hands clenching into tiny fists as her toes began to curl.
“Please, Sesshoumaru I want-“
The sharp, stinging, press of fangs against her other breast stopped the flow of words. Had he just…bitten her? There? Her breast throbbed for a second before a warm tongue darted out to smooth over the small incisions. Then his mouth was bearing down on her breast, sucking and pulling as if he were a starving man at a feast. Considering that she was laid out, helpless, on a dining room table…the metaphor wasn’t that far off the mark.
“Ah! Ah!” Kagome couldn’t help the panting moans that escaped her, pain mixing with pleasure. His fingers were still working over her clit. Rubbing and tweaking the sensitive nerve center. Right as she was on the edge, her back bowed, lips parted on another moan- he pulled away. Leaving her berefit. Alone.
Kagome whined at the loss of sensation, awarded with a growl of satisfaction. Dazed chocolate eyes fluttered open just in time to see Sesshoumaru free his erection from the confines of his pants. A startled gasp left her lips as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, claws piercing the fragile skin, and pulled her toward the end of the table. When her hips were resting at the edge, then and only then did he stop.
Fear sent her heart to stuttering. As aroused as she was, as much as she wanted to find her release, she had never had sex before and Sesshoumaru was by no means a small man. His hands left her hips to slide down her legs, grasping them and wrapping them around his lean waist. A heated flush stole across her cheeks as this position brought her almost flush against him.
“Mine.” He growled the word again, the blunt tip of his cock sliding up and down her wet folds. Kagome moaned at the contact, arching her hips, before common sense caught up with her. He would freaking skewer her! There was no way he was going to fit inside of her! The man had barely fit into her mouth.
Shaking her head, Kagome tried to worm away.
“N-No, Sesshoumaru! Don’t, please! I haven’t had…I’ve never-“
But Sesshoumaru wasn’t listening. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the feel of her soft flesh beneath him. The heady mix of her arousal and fear sent his blood surging, his beast roaring. This was how it should always be! A bitch should fear her alpha, even as he aroused her and brought her to heights unknown. Never before had sex been so enticing, so delicious. The taste of her blood was sweet and pure.
A miko. The girl was a miko, and she didn’t even know it. A hard gleam of satisfaction entered his eyes as he rubbed his cock against her weeping core. He was about to defile one of the purest creatures on earth. Her pleading with him to stop only made it that much more sweeter. There was no stopping, and there never would be. This bitch was his. His to fuck, his to hurt, his to take. Everything that she was…belonged to him. With an animalistic growl he reared back and dove forward. His cock slid past her wet lips and straight into her chokingly tight core. He rocked against her, ignoring her cries and screams of pain as he worked his cock deeper inside of her. When her legs fell from his hips, he merely grabbed the shapely appendages, swinging them over his shoulders, making the angle more intense, letting him press even deeper.
The miko squirmed beneath him, her head tossing back and forth as cry after cry left her lips.
“Oh god! Please! No! Stop! You’re too deep! You’re too-“ He felt resistance pressing against him, blocking him from being fully seated inside this miko. His bitch. With a snarl he pulled back and then rammed forward, breaking through her maiden head with a savage fury. A roar of satisfaction left him as the girl beneath him wept, her purity gone, taken by the Demon Lord of the West’s cock. A title he had not taken in centuries. It seemed fitting, in this moment.
He stilled inside of her as she wept beneath him. Long, sooty black lashes were spiky from tears. Her cupids bow of a mouth was puckered with pain, long black hair spread out behind her like a halo. The beast looked down at the little human underneath him and purred in contentment. This was proper submission. This was the way it should always be. He was so pleased with her display, with her purity and pain and the honor bestowed upon him for being able to be the one to take it, that he allowed her to accommodate around his girth. Get used to the size, to the feeling of him stretching her tight, slick, little channel.
Kagome’s heart was galloping in her chest, her breath coming in fast little pants as tears tracked twin paths down her cheeks. He was just so big! Impossibly so! And it just hurt…so badly. She was stretched to the max with him buried inside of her, and that toy still rammed deeply into her ass. She cried out when his hips began to shift slowly inside of her, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix. Kagome bit down on her lower lip, not wanting to cry out anymore. Just wishing that this entire, horrible, ordeal was over. It had started out so promisingly, and then…
The hands around her ankles tightened as he withdrew, only to slam home again. The sensation had her eyes flying open in shock. He was big, it was true, but her body had somehow managed to adjust to his girth. Although it still felt like she was being stretched almost beyond her endurance…it no longer felt like he was tearing her apart from the inside. A gasp left her lips as his hips began to pistion inside of her, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix on every inward thrust.
“Who do you belong to?” The demon above her growled, his red eyes piercing in their intensity.
Kagome bit her lip as another moan tried to escape her. What had felt so very horrible…was beginning to feel so freaking good. His cock brushed places inside her that she didn’t know she had.
“Oh, Oh god. Please” She panted softly as she writhed beneath him, hips arching upward wantonly. The hands on her ankles fell away, falling to her hips as he pinned them flat against the cold wood of the table.
“Who do you belong to, bitch?” The demon growled, stilling his wicked pace inside of her.
“Y-You sir.” Kagome moaned, biting down again on her lower lip.
The demon let out a growl of satisfaction before his hips began a fierce, hard, rhythm inside of her. Kagome arched her back, the muscles in her legs and stomach clenching as an orgasm built inside of her. When his cock brushed again against the bundle of nerves in her channel, Kagome let out a piercing scream, her muscles clenching around him as she came.
The little miko was milking him, and Sesshoumaru did not have the control or warewithal to hold out against her. With a roar he came, burying himself to the hilt within her, fangs elongating as he threw his head back, howling his triumph for all to hear.
He had taken the miko, his bitch, and she had enjoyed it.
When Kagome finally came to it was to find herself nestled in a warm blanket on the couch, her head cushioned by a plush and comfy pillow. There was a warm sensation between her thighs, soothing and…erotic? She looked down to see Sesshoumaru there, buried between her thighs, long tongue lapping gently at her core. She moaned softly, still overly sensitive there, as he cleaned her with his tongue.
“Girl,” He growled softly against her flesh, his warm breath fanning against her core.
“This Sesshoumaru is very pleased with you.”
Kagome didn’t much care what he was. She was far too tired, and wrung out, to care about much of anything. All she wanted was to go to sleep. A sharp gasp left her as the plug in her bottom was pulled out, enticingly slow. Now her entire lower half was set to tingling. Embarrassed, she tried to press her knees together. She was so very sore down there, and wet from the tongue bath she had just received.
A dark chuckle made her freeze, her legs instinctively falling open as her head canted to the side, bearing her throat.
Sesshoumaru looked down at his little human with amusement. He was no longer possessed by his baser self, having been satisfied as he came inside the girl. What a contradiction this girl was. She had taken on a position as a stripper, a highly sexual and erotic occupation, but she was for all means and purposes…an innocent. Untouched. If he had been anyone else, he might have felt guilty for assuming she was a dirty little slut, well accustomed to the ways of carnal relations. But he was Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, CEO and businessman, and guilt was not a feeling that he would allow himself to flirt with.
No. Never.
But, he couldn’t help but be pleased with the recent development. TO think that he was the first to have the girl, the first to defile her…and so thoroughly that she had actually enjoyed it…Well, that was a heady feeling. And so, instead of spanking her (as was his custom when his submissive tried to hide from him) he merely pulled the girl into his lap and stroked her hair. He waited until she relaxed against him, until her panic had eased. Then and only then did he set her on her feet.
“You have done well, girl. You are dismissed early for the night. But before you go, you will take this.” He handed her a phone. A small thing, really. But it was a means of keeping tabs on the girl. “This phone is not for personal use. When it rings, you will answer it immediately. You will do whatever I say, no matter where you are or what you are doing. Understood?”
“Yes…yes sir.” Kagome grumped, her excitement at being allowed to leave early suddenly diminished. Did this mean that he was exerting more control over her? It wouldn’t be just Fridays that she had to submit to him? Her face flushed at the thought of what he would make her do. What if she was in school? In class?
The hard gleam in his cold eyes suggested that he didn’t much care about her academic career or her responsibilities.
“You may leave then.”
Dropping the blanket and clutching the phone, Kagome staggered out of the living room and down the hall to the main foyer. Her entire body was sore, and it was difficult to walk.
As she went, Sesshoumaru leaned back against the couch, self-satisfied at the wobble in her legs.
Yes, indeed, the girl was proving to be quite the pleasant distraction.
A/N: Uh oh! Phone sex? YES PLEASE! Bow chicka wow wow.
Alright, I’ll stop. And it looks like no one is in favor of a threesome (boohoo).
HOPEFULLY you liked this chapter. It was a little weird in parts, I know. But a girl can only write so much smut consistently, ya know? Review! Let me know what you think! :D
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