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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
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A/N: A little longer this week, I guess I was inspired... There’s
a big long and juicy lemon, for those who like ;-) and I was kind enough to
identify it for those who don’t...
Enjoy!
Oh! And by the way, someone was kind enough to leave me
reviews... Please don’t be shy and do write a few nice words if you like ;-)
Now, question for all, I’m quite fluent in Japanese, and I
have made a conscious effort to keep it all in English (both not my first
language...I once again apologize for typos/weird grammar... don’t hesitate to
write if you spot obvious ones...) ____________________________________________________________________________________
As they walked in the forest, Sakura’s mind pondered today’s
events. She was certain that the demon had not lied, and a demon was indeed
after her. As she was thinking, she did not see that Sesshoumarou was eying
her in a calculating way before he said: “Pray tell, my miko, what is it that
currently bothers you?” She sighed before answering: “I was thinking about the
events that took place before I was brought to this time. A possessed corpse
had attacked our shrine, and the evil spirit looked at me and said ‘It’s her’
just as the demon did just now. I wonder if the two events are linked...” He
looked at her and said: “It is not my intention to pry, but I cannot give you
an enlightened opinion if I do not have all the facts. I have assumed that you
come from a different time, and you have not argued. May I please ask how many
winters separate your time from this era?”
Sakura had to think for a moment. She knew she was in
feudal Japan, and that absolutely no modern amenities. The air was pure and
clean, and she knew that she was far from the time when coal would modernize
transport. She roughly estimated that they were in the Sengoku period. She
started to explain: “I believe that this era will later be known as the Sengoku
period. I think that we are still early in the era, as there are no firearms
around...” Sesshoumarou had to ask about the strange word she had just
pronounced: “Firearms? Is this a spell created out of fire?” Her eyes suddenly
grew dark, and her lips pursed in a thin line before she answered: “If only it
was a spell, I think it would have been less terrible... Firearms are weapons
that can be wielded by any ordinary humans.” She stopped, thinking of how she
could explain what the weapon was. She thought of current weapons, and tried
to transpose it as she continued: “You know how some ninjas will use hollowed
out bamboo shoots to assassinate their targets from a distance using a
poisonous dart?” She waited until he nodded before continuing: “No imagine the
bamboo shoot having a very large girth.” She used her index and her thumb to
image a round about an inch in diameter.
“Now imagine that instead of a poisonous dart, you would use
an arrow head that would fit snugly in that hole.” He frowned, before saying:
“Yes, that I can do, and it sounds like a potentially powerful weapon, if you
would have a great wind demon who could blow in this tube to launch the arrow
head.” She was glad that he understood her example, and she was trying to think
of a way to explain the gunpowder, when it hit her: “Chinese fireworks...” She
breathed in a whisper. Most humans would not have understood, but the demon
lord made out the words perfectly, and asked: “What of Chinese fireworks?” Her
eyes lit up, before she asked: “You have seen these fireworks? How they explode
in the sky?” He nodded and she continued, truly passionate about the subject:
“Well, it not about the size of the firework but about how the explosion is
contained... if it is in a restrained place, the strength of the explosion will
make it go upwards, just as we see a firework fly upwards, as the first
explosion is contained. Now imagine if a small firework was set behind the
arrow head in the tube, and then lit to explode, the explosion would create such
force that the arrow head would travel 20 to 30 times faster than any arrows
shot from the best master archers...”
Sakura was slightly winded when she had finished her
explanation. It was her experience that most people from modern times could not
even follow basic physics concepts such as action-reaction, and she now had to
explain it to a demon lord from the feudal era. Lucky for her, Sesshoumarou
was not most people. His swift mind and her clear images helped him understand
the concept. He narrowed his eyes before speaking: “I can see how this weapon
can be both appreciated by warriors, but also be a great danger, as it would be
easily wielded by commoners...” His voice trailed off. He could imagine what
terrible civil wars and casualties amongst peasants and commoners would result
from this. His eyes must have shown the sorrow of such horror, since he felt a
light touch on his shoulder. He forced himself out of his dark thoughts, and
looked into her deep turquoise eyes. Her eyes held sadness and deep wisdom.
Sesshoumarou couldn’t help himself but think how wise she was, far beyond her
young years.
Sakura felt his distress, and knew that she had caused it by
her explanations of the futuristic weapon. She knew that Sesshoumarou was no
fool, and understood what kind of damage such a weapon could do. She knew that
he was not a sadistic man, and he did not enjoy seeing innocents suffer in
vain. Also, being the lord that he was, it could not sit correctly to think
that his people, the people that warriors were supposed to defend, would be
sent out to battle with little less than a firearm. Her voice was poised and
calm as she said: “Do not worry yourself over events that have not yet come to
pass. When this happens, you will face it as all the hardships that you have
faced thus far.” She gave him a warm smile before kissing him in the crook of
his neck.
Sesshoumarou felt tingles of pleasure running through his
body, and the sensation made his previous worries melt away. He buried his
face in her neck and let her silky hair tickle his face. She giggled softly as
his breath tickled her skin. He wrapped his arms lazily around her small frame.
He spoke softly: “You diverged with your explanation, my little miko. You have
explained your logic concerning your estimation of our time period, yet have
not told me how far ahead this era you come from...”
Sakura’s eyes went wide when he spoke. It was true; she had
greatly trailed of... “My estimates are that about five hundred winters
separate this time from the one I come from.” The demon lord could not help
but raise his head out of her hair and look her in the eyes, incredulous. He
knew that his half-brother’s mate had travelled through time as well, but now
stayed with the whelp. He had never really believed them, though he could
sense no lie in both the whelp and his mate, just as he sensed no lies coming
from the miko standing before him. He then spoke: “My half-brother’s mate
supposedly comes from the future as well, though I must say, you seem to be far
better adapted to this time period than her. Not only were her clothes
indecent and inappropriate, she would use such foul language, and she is so
unruly...” She smiled at his comments, thinking how he would react if he was
thrown in the middle of modern Tokyo.
She wanted to find out more about what he knew of Kagome’s
time. The way she travelled back and forth could hold the key to going back to
her own time. She then asked: “Could you tell me more about how she used to
dress? That could give me an idea of if we came from the same time...” She saw
his eyes move up to the right as he remembered her outfit. He sneered in
disdain before answering: “She would wear a kimono top that was tight enough to
outline her feminine curves, but loose enough to ride up with the wind. As it
was not tucked into the skirt, you can imagine that it was quite revealing
during battles. Her skirt was incredibly short, and it also was made in a way
that it would not stay close to her skin, showing what should clearly be hidden.
Her mother should be ashamed to send out her child dressed in such fashion.”
Sakura could not help but giggle at his indignation. She then answered: “Well,
from what I gather, Kagome looks about twenty years old. Kaede has told me
that the war with the half-demon Naraku started four and a half years ago, so
that would put her in her teenage years... I would guess that what you are
describing is a schoolgirl uniform...”
The demon lord frowned at the fact that she seemed at ease
with what he had spoken of, and asked: “So you have seen other females dressed
in such ridiculous fashion?” His voice was laced with such disgust that Sakura
could not help the wide grin that was spreading on her face, before she
answered: “Well, most schools in Japan have uniforms that children wear, and
the girl’s uniforms consist of a coloured skirt, a white or grey blouse, knee
high socks and black shoes. Some men actually fancy such dress wear... I have
heard other women saying that their spouses coerced them into wearing one in
the confines of their bedrooms...”
Sesshoumarou’s eyes widened. He found it hard to wrap his
mind around the concept... to think that a man would need such thing as having
their mates dress teenage wear to actually enjoy a rump with their females was
quite hard for the demon lord to understand. ‘We would like to see the
miko wearing that short skirt...’ purred his beast. ‘Quiet, we wish
no such depravity’ answered the demon lord. ‘Don’t lie, you know you
would like it, to see her long slender legs exposed, with the wind fluttering
that short piece of fabric...’ The beast husky voice was now laced with
desire. Sesshoumarou couldn’t help but form a mental image of the miko that
was still in his arms wearing what his half-brother’s wench use to wear. ‘Yes,
that’s right, imagine her... that little kimono hugging her perfect breasts...
how we want to suckle on them... then her exposed waist, how perfect she is,
our miko... and how it flares out into beautiful large birthing hips, so
perfect to carry pups... how that little skirt would showcase those
perfectly...’ his beast was now panting as he described the mental
image the demon lord had projected in his mind’s eye. He looked onto the face
of his miko, who was now blushing as dark as a raspberry. He smirked
internally, as she had wiped that silly grin of her face.
Sakura had heard the quasi-monologue the beast had held, and
how Sesshoumarou had not argued so hard with his beast. She knew she was to
blame, as she had set his mind in that direction. She felt that his arms were
wrapped a little tighter around her waist. She felt his face come closer to
hers. He started running his nose on the ridge of hers, and she could not help
but compare his behaviour to that of a canine counterpart. She had seen dogs
greet each other by rubbing their snouts together. She did not mind at all.
On the contrary; the intimate contact sent jolts through her body. He then
spoke, in a husky voice, not so far from that of his beast: “I think can
understand how such outfit could be, how to word it... tantalizing to the
senses...”
With this said he bent down and captured her mouth in a
deep, demanding kiss. He pulled her closer to his body, and could feel her
warmth through their clothes. Sakura could feel his aroused member pulsing
through is pants. She did not pry away from the embrace, as she felt a certain
pride that the mere thought of her in a school girl’s uniform could create in
the demon lord such a strong reaction. She leaned in closer, pressing her breasts
against him. He reacted to her motions by running his smooth tongue on her
bottom lip, demanding entrance into her mouth. She granted him passage, and let
him dominate this kiss, as it was only fair since he had let her do so last
time.
Sesshoumarou’s mind was completely lost as he tasted her
sweet mouth. She allowed him to take the lead on this kiss, privilege that he
would thoroughly enjoy. He let his appendage tease hers for a moment, and then
started exploring her mouth. He ran his tongue on her smooth, blunt teeth and
then explored the roof of her mouth. Her breathing was now slightly faster,
and he was rewarded with the rising scent of her arousal. It took all of his
self control not to tear her clothes off her body and take her here and now, on
a small path in the middle of the forest. He knew however that she was not
ready for such actions, and he would control himself. He did not want her to
pull away from the kiss they were currently sharing, so he would control his
impulses.
The demon lord let one of his hands trail upwards into her
silky hair, giving him anchorage to deepen the kiss. He felt her mimic his
motion, and felt blunt nails running against his scalp. She let out a small
moan in his mouth, which he replied to with a low growl filled with lust. Her
moan and arousal made him bolder, and he let his second hand travel downwards,
to cup one of her firm buttocks. She moaned for him once again, and he did not
remove his hand. He was surprised that she did the same on him, groping him
through the fabric of his silken kimono. Her grip was not as strong as his,
but her massaging motions sent spikes of pleasure throughout his entire body.
As he moaned into her mouth, his erection became even more painful. He
instinctively started rubbing himself against her to lessen the pressure. He
hoped that the miko would be too absorbed by the kiss to notice, as he did not
want her to pull away.
Sakura hoped that the demon lord would not find her to
bold. She wanted to touch him, feel his body the way he was feeling hers. She
massaged his buttocks, as she knew that it was quite an erogenous zone. Her
ministrations were rewarded with a deep moan as well as a slight thrusting
motion. She felt herself growing more and more aroused, and knew that they
were on the right track. She felt emboldened by his reaction to her touch. She
wanted to touch his soft, silky skin. His scent was pleasant to her. It
currently reminded her of a warm fall day, walking through the forest. She had
noticed that with his arousal came another scent, something of a muskier
nature, laced with spice. She wanted to trail down to the source of the smell.
She could only hope he would not push her away, though so far, he had let her
explore his body to her heart’s content.
Sesshoumarou almost whined like a small whelp when his miko
broke the kiss. He was quite disappointed to no longer feel her mouth on his.
However, he was quite surprised to feel her nimble his neck. He closed his
eyes in delight as she ran her tongue down to the juncture between his neck and
shoulder. He felt shivers down his spine when he felt her slither the hand
that was playing in his hair down to further open his kimono. He felt her warm
tongue tease his skin, as she followed the hand, tasting the exposed skin.
Sakura reluctantly removed her second hand from his firm buttocks to go and
assist the other, as she was not satisfied with the progress she was making.
She opened his kimono top in one swift motion and let herself admire his
perfect chest. She continued licking his skin, starting with his pectorals,
teasing the small, erect nipple. So no one was left jealous, she made her way
to the second nipple, flicking her tongue on it, and then lightly nibbling it.
She was rewarded with a deep lustful growl.
Sakura loved his taste and his smell. The warmth of his skin
under her tongue had her wishing that his entire body was pressed against hers.
She was incredibly aroused by the thought. Her mouth travelled downwards to his
firm abs. She massaged them, the same way that she had his buttocks. She
started licking his belly button, and saw that this gave him goose bumps. She
smiled internally wondering if he was ticklish. While she continued playing
with his navel, she knelt in front of him and let her hands travel to the
strings that kept his pants in place. She pulled on them, and the silken
material fell to the ground.
**** Lemon starts here ****
Sesshoumarou was now panting. He could hardly believe what
his little miko was doing. He had heard tales of female demonesses expert in
the arts of merry making and how they would please males, and never had he
heard of tales of when the feelings were so intense. His entire body seemed to
be engulfed in pleasure. All his nerve endings were tingling and this was his
miko’s doing. He felt her hands running up and down his thighs, slowing down
when approaching his throbbing manhood. Her scent contributed to the deep
feelings of lust that were building within him. She was greatly aroused, and
he could only hope that she would let him explore her body the same was she was
exploring his.
Sakura found the source of the musky scent she had been
seeking. She looked at his manhood and was taken aback by the sheer size of
it. She felt her own arousal grow, as she wanted to start sucking voraciously
and bring him to climax, but she also wanted the pleasure to last. She had
learned a few tricks from more emancipated friends and would certainly test a
few today. She first started by teasing his tip through his foreskin. He
moaned as she did this. She placed one of her hand on his hip for balance and
the other at the bottom of his shaft. She pushed the foreskin aside with her
tongue and ran it around his pulsing tip. She could taste the precum on it,
and knew that once she started sucking him, he wouldn’t last. She would make
this last as long as she could resist. She then lifted his manhood slightly
and ran her tongue all the way to it base and back up. She did this a few
times as he was growling deeply as she was. She tipped her head sideways and
let her blunt teeth tickle this delicate skin. He moaned as she did. Once she
arrived at the base of his manhood, she started licking the two dangling
balls. She knew that he liked it.
Sakura could tell that he was exercising every last inch of
self control for her sake. However, when she started licking and sucking on
his testicles, she felt his hand make its way to her hair and rub her scalp.
His eyes were closed and he was moaning deeply. His husky voice said in a
whisper: “Yes, my beautiful miko, this feels so good... my beautiful Sakura...”
He moaned her voice, as if simply saying it brought him pleasure. After a few
minutes, she let her tongue trail back to the tip of his manhood. She then
opened her mouth as wide as she could, and she slowly advanced it on his
pulsing shaft. She made it so that it would not touch anything in her warm
cavity, but would only feel her warm breath on him. She went as deep as she
could without his manhood touching her. She then pulled back and did this a
few times. He was now breathing heavily.
To Sesshoumarou, what she was doing was heavenly torture.
He could feel her warm breath on him, and an occasional flick of the tongue.
His member was now painful and he wished that she would bring him release. He
couldn’t help but whimper when she pursued her antics, as he did not want to
push her into doing something she was not comfortable with.
The whimper from the demon lord did not fall into deaf
ears. Sakura knew that she had toyed with him long enough, and it was now time
to give him release. She then licked her lips so they would be slippery and
took in the demon lord’s shaft in her mouth. Years of experience in deep
throating allowed her to take him all in. She sucked in her cheeks at the same
time, so it would feel tighter for him. He threw his head back and let out a
loud moan of pleasure. Not even the most experienced demoness he had rutted
with had brought him such feelings. She then started bobbing her head up and
down his shaft. When she saw that his heavy breathing turned into panting, she
accelerated her tempo. She felt his fluffy tail wrap around her as she was doing
so. The tail slightly tightened and she felt him become slightly larger. She
knew that he would soon explode, so she let one of her hands travel back to his
balls and cupped then gently. He roared out her name as he came into her mouth,
his sweet seed coating her throat.
Sakura waited until he had completely finished unloading
before slowly pulling her mouth away. Sesshoumarou wobbled on his legs and sat
in front of her. He spread his legs around her, and used his tail to bring her
closer to him. He was still panting heavily, as he spoke: “No other female has
ever given me such pleasure.” He raised her chin and gave her a passionate
kiss. He broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes as he asked: “Would you let
me give you pleasure as well?” She almost pulled back from the embrace. She
would have jumped to her feet had she could. The only thing that prevented her
to do so was the warm tail wrapped around her. His eyes were pleading her to
accept. She started shaking her head, saying: “It’s not necessary, you don’t
have to...” He silenced her with another deep kiss. He looked at her and said:
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. It would bring me great pleasure.” She
still looked quite uncertain. He kissed again, very tenderly this time.
Sesshoumarou let his hands trail her back, as she had let
him do so before. He left one of his hands on her waist, but let his other one
travel to one her breasts. He could feel the erect nipple through her top. He
started running his fingers on it, teasing it. She moaned in his mouth, and
took it as a signal to proceed. His second hand mirrored the first, and
started massaging the second nipple. He smirked internally when he felt her
lean into his hands. He removed her top, revealing her black undergarment. He
then searched for strings to untie it. Understanding his confusion, she
slipped her hands to her back and unclasped her bra. He slid the small piece
of fabric of her body and winced internally when he noticed the number of scars
that ran across her body. Her body itself looked like the lace she had shown
him. He couldn’t help but wonder how she had been wounded so often.
Sakura saw his eyes widen when he saw her naked skin. She
hated the way she looked undressed. Years of battling the demon that was
sealed within her had taken its toll. She hated the way he was looking at her
now, analysing her looks. She wanted him to stop, and just wanted to get
dressed and run away from his eyes. She felt uncomfortable as she spoke in a
strained voice: “I’m sorry my skin looks so disgusting... Perhaps I could get
dressed so you wouldn’t have to see it anymore...” Sakura felt her adrenaline
spike when she saw red bleed into the white of his eyes and he let out an angry
growl. Now, she definitely wanted to get up and get away from him. What he did
next surprised her to no end. He planted a deep kiss on her lips once again.
Sesshoumarou was angry that his actions were
misinterpreted. He broke the kiss and told her in a deep husky tone: “Haven’t
I told you already that you are never to address yourself as being disgusting?”
She looked away and he continued: “I was looking at how beautiful you are, and
thinking that your skin looked like lace.” She looked back into his eyes,
surprised. Sesshoumarou decided to continue what he had started, and let his
hands massage her large breasts. He saw her eyes glaze with lust and smirked
internally, gloating with pride. He let his tongue trail down her neck, until
he arrived at the crook of her neck, where he heard his beast. ‘Mine’
the beast said. He rapidly moved his mouth away from there to one of her rosy
nipple, as he did not want his beast to mark her accidently. He started
suckling on her nipple as though he was a famished young pup. She moaned
deeply as he was doing so. He felt her nails digging in the flesh of his
back. He left one nipple to go to the next and nibbled on it before twirling
his tongue around it.
Sakura had never felt anything like it. She had never even
felt aroused in all of her life, and now, this demon lord she hardly knew was
playing her body as though she was a fiddle. His actions were sending waves of
pleasure through her body, and she could feel a painful tightness developing
between her legs.
Sesshoumarou let his hands travel down her waist to the
strings that held her pants in place. He pulled on them and they fell to the
ground. He scent was even stronger now. He looked down and saw that his goal
was covered in the same fabric that had covered her voluptuous breasts. He
gently laid her down on his own clothe so she would not be cold. She still
shivered when she felt her breasts pressed against his chest. He noticed that
she enjoyed felling him on her, so he indulged her for a little while,
assaulting her mouth with a deep kiss. He then broke it off and moved down her
body, fluttering kisses on her skin as he moved closer to his prize. He saw
that the fabric covering her womanhood was wet with her juices and his chest
swelled with pride. He slowly ran his claws between her skin and the fabric
and pulled down the undergarment. He then made his way back up, spreading her
long legs as he did so. He was surprised to see that she had absolutely no
hair covering her. He knew that she was a woman, yet was as a hairless as a
little girl.
The demon lord pushed the thought aside, promising himself
to ask the question at a later date. She was now shivering slightly, and
Sesshoumarou knew that it was not from the cold. He started licking her inner
thighs and made his way to her wet folds. He wanted to torture her the same
way she had done with him, but he felt that it was best to keep his sweet
revenge for later. He started licking her slit and heard her gasp. He quickly
licked all the dripping juices, enjoying their taste to the last drop. He
started by teasing her pleasure bud and was rewarded with a loud moan. He
continued, as her breathing grew heavier. Her eyes were closed and her back
was arched slightly.
Sakura could not control the feelings that were coursing
through her body. It was as though all her nerves were lit up. She knew that
if someone could harvest the energy that was running amuck through her, she
could certainly light up a small city. She felt the demon lord start sucking on
her clitoris, and a new wave of pleasure hit her. Her flesh was now covered in
goose bumps. She let her hand travel downwards to his head, where she ran her
finger through his hair. She moaned and her voice, filled with lust, said in a
whisper: “Lord Sesshoumarou...” He stopped for only a few seconds, only long
enough to say: “You are the one who asked for us to drop the formality, so how
about you stop calling me by my title, my Sakura?” She smiled at his comment as
she repeated: “Sesshoumarou...” He growled lightly before saying: “Your
Sesshoumarou” He buried his face back into her, causing another wave of
pleasure to assault her body. Her back arched even more, as she felt her
climax coming, between to breaths she said: “Yes... my Sesshoumarou...” That’s
when her mind went completely blank and the only thing she could feel was how
her body exploded in pleasure. She was completely breathless and could only leave
the air back into her lungs little breaths at a time.
Sesshoumarou growled in satisfaction when he felt her reach
her release. He lapped the juices that were now again flowing. He felt her
opening pulsing and let his tongue penetrate her. He decided to continue, as
he wanted to hear her call his name in pleasure many more times. When the waves
of pleasure receded, he continued pushing his smooth tongue in and out of her
moist entrance. He smelt her arousal building back up and he heard her moaning
once again. He let his tongue trail back to her pleasure nodule, and let one
of his fingers slowly replace his tongue. He gently pushed it in her, not
wanting to hurt her, nor nick at her virgin barrier. He was surprised to find
none. She was definitely a virgin; he could tell from the purity in her scent,
but had lost her blood barrier. He did not mind, as this only meant that he
could finger her deeper without hurting her. He slid his long index in and let
her grow accustomed to it. Her back was now arched, and her hips were slightly
thrusting against his fingers. He let his middle finger join the index. She
felt so tight around them, he couldn’t help but think how maddening she would
feel against his shaft.
Sakura never thought that she would enjoy any sexual acts,
let alone reach the bliss of climax. Not only had the demon lord brought her
there, he was about to make her enjoy multiple orgasms. She felt her own body
react to the presence of his fingers thrusting in and out of her, her hips now
responding by matching his rhythm so he would only be in her deeper. She
couldn’t help but think about how maddening is shaft would feel within her.
She felt him slide in a third finger and continue pumping in and out. She
moaned loudly, her body now reacting out of instinct, wanting more of what the
demon lord was giving it. It felt as though she had been in the desert, and
was now finally allowed to quench her thirst. Her voice sounded different to
her, as it was laced with lust and pleasure, as she spoke: “Please, my
Sesshoumarou, faster...” She felt her demon lord comply as her pumped faster. As
she cried out his name, she felt her orgasm, more powerful than the first, roll
over her like a tsunami.
Sesshoumarou was quite please with his little miko, and with
the way she reacted to his touch. Never had he realized that she would be so
reactive to him. Never had any demoness ever been so demonstrative. He left
his fingers in place as he felt her throbbing finish, and he started to rub his
calloused thumb over her pleasure nod. He felt her shimmer under his touch.
His hand still in place, he started moving back up her body, licking the sweat
that pearled and glistened on her body. He then reached her nipples and started
suckling on them once again.
Sakura thought that he was finished with her, but she was
mistaken. He had continued his ministrations on her tender folds with his
hands, which had left his mouth available to roam over her body. When he
started to suckle her nipple once again, she felt jolts running down her spine
and stretching though her lower abdomen, almost connecting with his fingers
that were now again moving inside her. If she did not feel his flaccid member
against her leg, she would have begged him to take her right now. He switched
nipples, which sent new jolts of pleasure. He trailed back up to her neck,
sucking the crook of her neck until he left a hicky. She heard his husky voice
say, out loud this time: “Mine” She smiled slightly, as his remark almost made
her reach climax a third time. She turned her head slightly so she could look
him in the eyes as she said, out of breath: “Yes... I am... yours... my...
Sessh...ou...marou...”
With this, he crushed his lips on her, swallowing her moans
as she was now reaching her third release. He quickly broke the kiss to
whisper in a husky voice: “That’s it, my Sakura, come for your
Sesshoumarou...” He resumed the kiss as she experienced the third orgasm of
her lifetime. She nearly passed out from the pleasure, as the waves rolled over
her body as it does over the beach.
***** Lemon ends *****
Sesshoumarou broke the kiss to let her breath. He removed
his hand from within her and licked his fingers clean of her sweet juices. He
did not want any to go to waste, so he swiftly bent between her legs and licked
her clean of her pleasure nectar. She squirmed, and he guessed that her folds
were probably now sensitive from all the action the sensitive skin had just
gone through. He finished every last drop and lay next to her on his side to
see her beautiful face. Her cheeks were now flushed, and her lips were slightly
redder and swollen from the kisses that she had received. He wrapped his tail
around her and brought her closer to him. He kissed her tenderly as he held
her against him. He was once again distracted by the crook of her neck, as he
desperately longed for it, and he wanted to make her his forever...
The demon lord knew that he was playing with fire by keeping
her in his arms in such a tender embrace, but he did not want to let her go.
He wanted this moment to last for all of times. He had never felt so complete,
as though she was filling a void he did not know existed. He looked into her
turquoise orbs, which were looking back with a tired yet contented look. She
smiled at him a sweet sensual smile. Sesshoumarou couldn’t help but smile
back. She arched an eyebrow, and said: “Well, that’s a surprise... I did not
think you smiled...” His eyes took a playful look to them when he answered:
“Normally, those who see this will not live to tell the tale... though I must
say that from what you had said, I too was surprised today... I thought that
you did not reach release. Clearly we were both wrong.” With this said, he kiss
his blushing miko.
Sakura did not want this moment to end, but an internal
voice was tugging at her. It was the same voice that had earlier screamed for
the demon’s blood. It was now warning her, telling her that she should end
this embrace. She did not understand, as she wanted it to last forever. ‘Sakura,
if this continues, he will claim you as his...’ Said a husky voice, a
voice that was strangely close to hers. ‘But he has already claimed me as
his, and I claimed him as mine, I don’t understand what more he could do...
Besides, it’s not as if I would refuse him...’ She argued, feeling silly
that she was arguing with herself. ‘It is not the same, if this keeps up,
he will claim you as his mate here and now. He will bite down on your neck and
make you his for all of eternity... it is to early...’ The voice’s
arguments made sense to Sakura, but she still had doubts when she said answered
‘I don’t think he sees me as a potential mate, he is just being a little
possessive, I am human after all, and I doubt that he would waste time with me
on the long run.’ The voice answered back ‘You silly girl, you are
powerful in your own right and incredibly intelligent; you both appeal to his
logical stoic side as well as to his beast. It would not surprise me if he
already had plans on how to keep you beyond your debt. His beast is his
instincts, and it tells him that you are a good potential mate. You have heard
him speak of how he thinks your body is perfect for carrying pups... I’m
telling you, trust me, I will not lead you on the wrong path, it is too early
for you to be his mate... not yet...’
Sakura was confused, as she had never really had an internal
dialogue with herself. She was starting to think that she might be losing her
mind. She looked at Sesshoumarou, who was now looking at her, eyebrows drawn in
a frown. Before she could inquire he spoke, his voice slightly tensed: “I have
just heard your thoughts...It is what stopped me from marking you...” Sakura’s
eyes grew wide. She could not believe that he had just heard her thoughts.
She then asked: “Is this the first time that you hear my thoughts?” He nodded
his head as an answer to her question.
Sesshoumarou was puzzled, but one thing he was certain of is
that he would have marked her as his mate had he not been interrupted by the
voice he had heard. Not that he would have regretted his action, on the
contrary. He was quite intoxicated with the little miko lying in his arms, and
knew that this infatuation would not leave. It would also solve his dilemma as
to how to have her stay by his side. As lady of the west, she would naturally
hold a place on his council as his consort. The voice he had heard had been
incredibly insightful, analysing his feelings towards her quite correctly. She
looked at him, puzzled. Her voice was slightly insecure when she asked: “Would
you really have mated me if you had not been interrupted?” He looked into her
deep turquoise pools and answered: “Yes, I would have claimed you as my own. I
would have made you my lady of the Western lands. Would you have seen a problem
with this?”
Sakura looked into his amber eyes, as she saw a sudden
darkness veil them, as if he was afraid of what she was about to answer. She
took in a deep breath and answered: “I would not have refused you, my
Sesshoumarou. I meant what I said when I said I was yours. The problem I see
is with this little thing around your wrist.” His eyes widened in surprise
before he spoke: “I am powerful enough to hold my land safe, and with you by my
side, we will have nothing to fear.” With these words, he buried his face in
her hair to draw in her scent. He did not want to look into her eyes, as he
had the feeling that she would push him away. Sakura started to stroke his
back, feeling his warm skin against hers. She wanted to give him an answer that
would not make him feel rejected, but that would also give them time to explore
their feelings for each other. She formulated a plan in her mind before
saying: “I will accept the mating with a few conditions.” As she said this,
Sesshoumarou moved his head back so he could look into her eyes to insure that
she was not being deceiving. He sighed as he saw only truth, and felt something
new in him; hope. He felt that his world would have shattered had she rejected
him. Conditions, he could live with.
Sakura did not miss the change in his demeanour and couldn’t
help but smile as she saw that his eyes looked the same as those of a small boy
who had just been promised a reward should he complete his tasks. She started,
her voice soft and warm: “My first condition is that we genuinely try finding
your soul mate. If we don’t, then I’ll consider it. My second condition is that
we fall in love with each other before we mate. You seem to be quite
comfortable with me, so I think that tender feelings could develop... I don’t
want to be in a loveless mating for the rest of my life. My third condition is
that if either of us should fall in love with another than the other will
respect this and not further pursue mating. My last condition is that while we
are working things out, no rutting with others. I think it would be
disrespectful towards one another.” She looked for his reactions, as he
pondered her answers.
Sesshoumarou had led many discussions and had signed many
treaties, and was a skilful negotiator. He then chose how to voice his opinion
and then said: “I see no issue with your first condition; however we need to
put in a deadline. We need to put in a time restraint.” He saw her think this
through, and she answered: “Acceptable, how about five winters?” Sesshoumarou
found this delay to long, as he knew he would not be able to restrain himself
for such a long period of time. He answered: “One” Her eyes narrow as she
answered: “Three” He knew he had almost won, as he said: “two” She drew her
lips in a thin line and said: “Fine”
The demon lord smirked internally. It had almost been too
easy. He then said: “Concerning your second condition; if we see that after
our second winter, we are not in love with each other, yet find that we still
enjoy our rutting, would you still consider being my mate?” As he saw that she
had opened her mouth to argue, he continued before she could place a word in:
“The way I see it, we seem to be highly compatible when it comes to pleasing
each other. Also, you are highly skilled and your intelligence greatly
stimulates my mind. This inner voice of yours was right, I was already pondering
on ways to keep you with me following the end of your repayment. I wanted to
offer you a position on my council, for you to remain mine... Also, your
incredible qualities and strength paired with mine would produce strong, worthy
heirs.”
She laughed at his last comments, and said: “You know, I
feel more at home in this era then in my own... I would have been honoured to
be offered a position on your council. As for the rutting, we do not need to be
mated for it to continue; same with the pups.” He growled deeply at her, which
surprised her as he said: “I will not have you hold the role of a simple
concubine!” Smiled again at him as she placed a warm hand on his cheek before
replying: “Having me as a concubine would leave you open for a political
mating, a great way for you to gain a powerful ally.” She could read the pain
in his eyes when he kissed her deeply and said, his mouth not really leaving
hers, making his stubborn words slightly muffled: “Your Sesshoumarou will not
mate another, and your land will not need of an ally who is willing to whore
out their daughters to seal a treaty. If they wish an alliance, it will be
through negotiations. Besides, I would refuse her and leave her untouched. No
heir would come from her.”
She sighed deeply as she knew that there would be no way
that she would win this argument and said: “Fine, if, and only if we still find
as much pleasure in each other’s arms will I consider it. I cannot promise
more than this.” Her voice was still very tender, but firm.
Sesshoumarou knew that he had reached the limits of what she
would compromise. He knew that the hardest compromise was still to come. He
took in a deep breath and spoke: “As you must have noticed, I have a very
possessive nature. It is innate to all dog demons. My beast has already made
up its mind and claimed you as his. It will be very difficult for me to manage
a contender. I will only ask that you be discreet if you let yourself be
courted by another, as I honestly cannot predict my own reactions. I might
simply tear any potential threats to shreds...” He was truly puzzled as she
burst out in laughter.
Sakura was truly relieved as what he said was truly not what
she had expected. He had been so tensed that she first thought he was going to
address the exclusivity condition. When she saw the puzzled look he was giving
her, she explained: “I don’t really think that this is going to be an issue, my
Sesshoumarou. I truly have no intentions of letting anyone court me. As you
have seen, I have somewhat of an imposing personality and do not take well to
chauvinistic phallocrates who believe that they are better than women. Please
don’t get me wrong, as I am not saying this out of misplaced pride. Most men I
have met in my life were below me, either in skills, in intelligence or in
strength. I don’t mind, as I have come to expect that a vast majority of people
cannot reach my level. I have seen it many times, and men seem to feel
threatened by this, as though their virility would be affected by such a
thing. You are truly the first being I can say that has not made me feel such
a way. I feel like I can have an intelligent conversation with you, and that
you are able to follow. You are not threatened by my skills, as you have quite
a large skill set that you have developed over the years, you are quite
powerful and you are your own master, which is why you do not feel the need to
step down on others to bring yourself up.”
Sesshoumarou listened to his little miko speak her heart
out, and it left him quite speechless. He did not know that this was how she
felt about him. Perhaps it would be easier for him to make her fall in love
than he had thought. He smiled tenderly at her and said: “I’m glad you feel this
way. Perhaps it is you who truly has a gift with words, as you seem to know
exactly what to say to ease my mind. Nevertheless, I felt that the warning was
necessary...” He saw her eyes take on a playful look as she said, teasingly:
“Well, it’s only fair, as we do not know how I would react to a female making
advances on you... I might be the one doing some limb tearing.” He chuckled
lightly before saying: “Then you might have a tough time in the official
events, as females seem to fawn over your Sesshoumarou... You would truly do me
a great service if you mated me before the end mark, as these females are quite
cumbersome to your Sesshoumarou.” She laughed before saying: “I will be the
judge of that... besides, I don’t mind kicking some demonessess around. It’s
not as if I wasn’t use to it...”
Sesshoumarou frowned, before saying: “Has many demons
attacked you in your time? Kagome seemed to speak of her time as a peaceful
era, where there were no demons...” Her eyes grew wide has she knew that she
had to explain the fact that a demon resided deep within her... She took a deep
breath and said: “Before I get into explaining, are there any other points you
would like to address?” He looked into her eyes before saying: “No, I believe
all is acceptable... so our negotiation is concluded?” She smiled before
answering: “Almost. Before you agree to it, there is something that you need
to know about me... I think we should get dressed and find a place where we
will spend the night and set up camp, as it is already dusk, and I do not think
that we will be reaching your stables by tonight due to all our little
interruptions...” He looked at her, as she was a breathing puzzle to him, and
nodded in agreement. He reluctantly let go of her naked body and started
getting himself dressed.
They soon found a beautiful hot spring, protected by weeping
willows. Sesshoumarou had made a mental note to recreate this setting in his
own private gardens, as she seemed to love the place. She had even told him
that they were her favourite trees. He also noted that information, as he knew
that he would need all he could have in order to win her over. He could feel
that she was in an amorous disposition, and knew that the setting played its
part. They had come across a small pond on their way to their current spot,
and Sesshoumarou had fished some fresh trout for their dinner. He knew that
after their day, they would most likely both be famished. They had set up camp
and she had surprised him by casting a spell on a twig, setting it in a large
campfire. She had explained that the spell would remain until she undid it.
He was fascinated by it.
She had then filleted the fish, giving him the fresh,
uncooked fish. He had noticed that she had eaten only a small portion of hers
raw, and had cooked the rest with some herbs that she had found along the way.
The smell of the cooking fish actually brought water to his mouth. He had
always preferred his meats raw, but was curious about the taste of what she was
cooking. She smiled warmly at him as she offered him a piece to taste. He
promptly accepted it and ate it. He could say that it did not repulse him as
did all other cooked meats. She had lightly warmed it, and it was still raw in
the middle. He liked the subtle perfumes the herbs infused in the meat. He
smiled at her to let her know that he liked it.
Sesshoumarou looked at the small miko intently, as he said:
“Now, pray tell, my Sakura, what is it that you wanted to tell me before I
accepted our agreement?” She shot a nervous glance towards the demon lord. He
knew that what she was about to tell him greatly disturbed her, and he wondered
what terrible secrets she could be hiding. She started, her voice insecure: “I
want to show you something first...” She got to her feet and walked towards
the demon lord. He was watching her intently as she started to loosen her
kimono top. He wanted to get her to relax a little, so he said, teasing: “If
you were still in that kind of a mood, you should have said so... there was no
need for us to get dressed...” She smiled nervously as she turned around, and
knelt, her back facing him. He chuckled and said: “This works for me as well, as
I am a dog demon... though I much prefer having a direct access to your sweet
lips...” She shot him an annoyed glare, saying: “Will you stop this for a
moment?” He smirked, as he did truly prefer her angry to anxious.
She finished removing her top, and he could see her bare
back in all its glory. That’s when he noticed that it was covered in strange,
silver scripts. He did not know the language of it, nor did he know what it
meant. She was sitting, patiently waiting for him to look at her. She felt
his claws running up and down her back, the pressure very light so that it
would not break the skin. She felt him move closer to her, and felt his warm
tongue run down her spine, and her entire flesh got covered in goose bumps from
the feeling. She liked what he was doing, but this was not why she had shown
him the markings on her back. He then spoke up, saying: “If you wish it, my
Sakura, I will continue what I am doing... but I am quite curious as to what
these markings are...”
Sakura sighed deeply as she would have preferred that to let
him continue rather than tell him what the spell on her back was. She started,
her voice unsure: “There is a demon sealed within me. What you see is the spell
that keeps it sealed up. The number of characters depends on the month, as it
matches the lunar cycle. Each day, one character disappears, until none are
left. On that night, the demon is freed and rips out of me. I have to fight
it, and whoever wins gets to be free. It has been so since I became a woman. I
was twelve winters old when it started. When you found me on the open road a
few nights ago, that is what had happened to me.”
Sesshoumarou’s mind was racing as he was assimilating the
information that she was giving him. A few points in her story did not sit
well with him, and he needed more information. He then asked: “When was this
demon sealed within you?” She took no time to answer: “When I was born” The
demon lord frowned, as he asked: “How strong is this demon?” Sakura frowned as
she did not know how to answer. She had noticed that explaining concepts
through examples worked well with the demon lord, so she said: “I do not know
how strong you are when your full demonic aura is released, but I can tell you
that she is stronger than you are currently. She is also stronger than your half
brother, and stronger than the demon we have crossed. I would have to say
that, currently, even if you and Inuyasha were to join forces, I doubt that you
would be able to defeat her. Does this answer your question?”
Sesshoumarou nodded, and then asked: “Do you hear her
thoughts?” Sakura once again frowned before answering: “Not really... I can
speak with her if I want to, but I doubt that she cares...” As soon as she had
spoken these words, Sesshoumarou heard thoughts not his own push into his own
mind. ‘It’s not true, I always cared... you were just not listening...’
said her husky inner voice. ‘How can I listen if you don’t say anything?’
answered an annoyed miko. ‘Don’t blame me, you are always so cerebral,
never trusting your instincts... it is only here, where that marvellous brain
of yours sometimes fails you that you have to rely on those baser instincts and
feelings... You never even paid attention to me in the times where you grew up,
as opposed to now, where your instincts are needed...’ Sakura was at a
loss. She did not know what to answer to the voice which had just spoken up.
She now recognised this voice as that of the demon that she had to face every
month, but also associated it with the voice which had given her recent
warnings.
Sesshoumarou was watching her intently. He had heard the
recent argument that she had just had with her inner voice, and he could swear
that he had experienced something similar in the past. He just had to identify
what it was... His beast provided the answer when it spoke. ‘You really
are thick sometimes...’ it said, in a husky voice. ‘What do you
mean by this?’ Sesshoumarou asked. ‘Do you not recognize the
similarities between our arguments? Our miko simply never had to rely on her
instincts, so she does not know what they sound like...’ answered the
beast. ‘True, but my Sakura is human, she does is not supposed to have
internal dialogs with her instincts, only higher level demons do that...’
as he answer, the answer became clearer to the demon lord. He spoke softly as
he said: “My Sakura, you are saying that all these years you have fought this
demon who, from what you have told me, is quite strong, and survived?”
Sakura had heard the mental exchange between Sesshoumarou
and his beast, and was not so certain as to where it was all going. She simply
nodded to answer his question. He then looked down and asked: “In your time,
have you ever encountered a miko, or any human who possessed a stronger aura
than you?” When she shook her head, he continued: “Let your Sesshoumarou tell
you of his younger brother Inuyasha... He is a half demon, as our father mated
a human and produced a son. He is quite strong, and so is his demon blood. He
carries a sword with him, the Tetsusaiga, which was forged from our father’s
fang. It keeps his demon blood in balance, as his human blood cannot contain
it. From what you are telling me, you do not only carry this demon within you,
you also can best it during battles? From what I have seen, just the mere fact
that it rips out of your body should kill you, and yet you are able to best it
in a weakened state...” His voice trailed out as he pondered the possibilities.
The young miko was quite confused. She could normally
follow most conversations, but now, her mind was completely blank. She said:
“I think I am able to draw from her powers to heal myself, just as I have drawn
from your aura to heal Kagome’s pups. That could explain why I could fight her
while being wounded.” Sakura was not convinced by her own words. She saw that the
demon lord was not as well as he was shaking his head and said: “This could
explain only a few lucky times, when you would have caught her off guard... you
cannot draw from my powers if I don’t willingly allow you to, just as I cannot
draw from yours if you are not willing. You say that this demon has been sealed
within you since birth... Do you truly believe that such a powerful demon could
be sealed within a human pup and not break free?” Sakura frowned, as she had
asked herself the same questions many times. As she did not answer,
Sesshoumarou took it as a cue to continue his theory: “I don’t believe that a
demon is sealed within you, but I think that you, my little miko, are not what
you believe to be. I think that it is not a separate demon that is sealed
within you, but that it is your own demonic strength that was bound at your
birth...” Before he could finish, Sakura interrupted him: “Don’t you honestly
think that I have not already considered this? I have been trained in the arts
of the mikos, but I am still able to admit that I could have been born a demon
and then cursed... I, however, have never felt any of the usual signs of a
curse, nor have any other miko or priests strong enough to read this seal.”
Sesshoumarou felt her aura spike and knew that she was
upset. He ran his hands up and down her back, stretching his aura in a warm,
tender and caring way. She reacted by letting her own aura rise and wrap him
in it. Sesshoumarou leaned in closer so her bare back was pressed against his
chest. He coiled his arms around her waist and then said: “My Sakura, I feel
no hatred in this seal on your back, contrary to curses... I feel warmth and
love... I think this was done to protect you.” Sakura frowned as she analysed
what he said, before answering: “So in your opinion, I would be a demon, and my
demonic strength would have been sealed at birth for my own protection?...”
Sesshoumarou knew that she had formulated her thoughts as a
question, but it was only meant as a way to summarize his hypothesis. He did
not speak, and let her process the information. He could see that her
analytical mind was analysing what information he had given her and was trying
to process it the best it could. She then spoke, her voice a mere whisper:
“Tell me, my Sesshoumarou, are demon markings any indications of their
heirloom?” The demon lord was somewhat surprised by her question and answered
the best he could: “Yes and no... They can sometimes tell of a demon’s lineage,
but also tell of a demon’s strength. In my case, my crescent is a symbol
passed down from my mother’s linage. This is, however, a family crest and only
noble families pass down these markings. The color of my stripes comes from my
father. He, however, had only one stripe on his cheeks, where I have two.
When the demon blood takes over my younger brother, he also has only one
stripe.” When he saw her ponder his answer, the demon lord nuzzled his nose in
her hair, and said: “Would you tell your Sesshoumarou what this demoness looks
like?”
Sakura could feel the demon lord’s warm aura around her, and
felt at ease discussing a subject that was taboo for her. She started, her
voice low and calm: “She is an almost perfect image of myself. She aged as I
have, changed with the seasons and reached adulthood as I have. The main
differences I could point out are her silver streaks in her hair, and the
silver stripes that line her body. She also has stripes on her cheeks, two
silver and a black one for a total of three. She also has stars on her
forehead, three as well, one large one flanked by two small ones. Everything
else is the same as me... Am I making any sense?”
Sesshoumarou’s heart clenched as he heard the description of
the demon locked within her, as it sounded so similar, yet his brain refused to
ponder the possibilities. He answered first by a deep rumble in his chest, as
he felt her so tense and wanted her to relax. He felt her body go numb in his
embrace, and leaned back on a nearby willow trunk for support. He then spoke,
in a low, deep voice: “Yes it does make sense... Pray tell, my Sakura, why is
it that you felt that it was important that you shared this information with
your Sesshoumarou before we agreed on the conditions of our mating?”
Though she had felt completely relaxed a few moments before,
Sakura felt all of the tensions return, as her body now was stiff as a board.
She answered, as patiently as she could: “One of the things that has come out
from our discussions is that you want me to bare you pups... I don’t know if
my... how to say... condition would allow me to even be able to... to...
conceive... though I would wish nothing else than to be able to give you strong
pups, I do not know if it is even possible...” her voice broke. She had come to
terms with the fact that she might never have children of her own, but now that
there might be a possibility that a man saw her as a potential mate opened old
wounds.
Sesshoumarou had followed her though process quite easily
and answered: “Do you think that this is really something that would stop your
Sesshoumarou? If after repeated trials you, my Sakura, my future mate cannot
produce an heir, then we can always think of getting a concubine to conceive...
Though this female will have to get your approval, as your Sesshoumarou will
not rut with just any female who does not meet your standards... and as soon as
this concubine is pupped, your Sesshoumarou will have nothing else to do with
her, and my Sakura, may I add, you will be expected to raise the pup as though
it came from your own womb...” Sesshoumarou could not be more surprised by the
reaction that came from his miko. She turned around and kissed him in a
passionate, almost desperate kiss. He felt her wet cheeks and could smell the
salt of her tears, but paid no attention to them. He returned the kiss in the
same inflamed passion that she had demonstrated, to show that that he had meant
every word that he had spoken. He held her close to him in a tight embrace,
afraid that if he let go, he would lose her forever.
Sesshoumarou knew that she was exhausted, and needed her
rest, and while kissing her he resumed the deep rumbling sound which he knew
soothed her. He felt her go numb in his arms, and while her body slowly
collapsed upon him, he heard her whisper: “This is not fair, how can you have
such power over me?...” He felt her surrendering to slumber, and before she was
completely gone, he whispered softly: “It is only fair that I have this little
ability to bring you comfort when you are distressed, as in exchange, you bring
me so much more... I can only hope that one day, my Sakura can feel for her
Sesshoumarou the same way he feels for her...” the answer he received greatly
satisfied him, and promised him of times to come. Though Sakura had already
succumbed to slumber, her body reacted instinctively to the demon lord’s
feelings, and she was now licking and nibbling at his neck, at the exact same
spot where a mating mark should be. Sesshoumarou found solace in her action and
was about to force himself into a peaceful meditation when he felt his Sakura’s
body erupt into a deep rumble, mimicking his own. He felt it spread through
his body, relaxing all his tensed muscles. He was amazed, as no females, not
even his own mother, had ever made him feel so relaxed. He felt the webs of
slumber tightening around him, and could only comply, as his exhausted body
screamed for some rest.
The sleeping couple were in not state to notice hazel eyes
watching them from high within a tree. Hawk knew that his lord needed his
help. Though he was still bound by the spell which contained his demonic aura,
he would help his lord in any way, shape or form. Hawk knew that he would have
to gain the trust of the demon lord of the Western lands before he could get
close to his real master, the one he had sworn allegiance to some two hundred
years ago. He had been master strategist, and a plan was already forming in
his head, one which would allow him to not only get the Western lord’s approval
of his presence, but also make his lord trust him, as he was meant to be his
master’s closest council member, her most trusted retainer...
Though still lost in his thoughts, Hawk felt the demonic
aura closing in on his lord. He flew down to the miko’s shoulder and started
nipping at her ear, squawking at the same time, trying to wake her. She
mumbled in her sleep, trying to brush him away. Hawk’s instincts told him that
the demon lord made her feel a little too comfortable, as she seemed oblivious
to the incoming danger. He then started to squawk in the sensitive demon
lord’s ear, as loud as he could. He saw the demon lord instantly wake up,
looking into the small bird’s eyes.
Sesshoumarou stared into round hazel eyes, and knew that the
small bird of prey sitting on his miko’s shoulder was no threat. He suddenly
felt the demonic aura approaching. He knew that the demon who was approaching
was no match for him. He could take him on from his spot, sitting and not even
breaking a sweat. However, he did not want his miko to be covered in gore, as
she seemed to dislike it. He moved her aside gently, and saw the small winged
predator move to stay in top her, spreading his wings in a menacing way.
Sesshoumarou smiled at the bird, feeling no threat from it. He turned around
to find himself facing a foul smelling slug demon. Sesshoumarou let his
poisonous whip snake out of his slender clawed hand and with one flick of the
wrist, the slug was transformed into a pool of foul smelling slime.
The demon lord knew that he would not be able to sleep
because of the smell. He knelt next to his miko and picked her up bridal
style, ever so gently so she would not wake. He knew that there were caves
about half an hour’s walk away from their spots. The walk was a minor disagreement
to have a pleasant night of sleep. The small bird of prey had left, as soon as
the slug had been slain. Sesshoumarou was now puzzled by the little predator’s
attitude. He had rarely seen a predator approach another to warn them of
incoming danger. He pushed the thought aside, as he had now arrived to the
cave. He sat in one of the corner, where the ground was free of jagged
stones. He comfortably installed his miko in his lap, her head resting on his
chest, his chin resting on her head. Her body resumed its’ rumbling and
Sesshoumarou quickly found sleep.
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A/N: That’s all for today folks, hope you have enjoyed it!
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