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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 8
- 9
- 10
Chapter Nine

March 12^th 4035

‘No, things have been pretty quiet on our end. Why? Did something happen?’
‘No, just thought I saw someone watching me while I was in the store,’ Kagome replied to her friend, grateful she’d opted to message rather than call, ‘I’m probably overreacting but better safe than sorry, ya know?’
Lyra’s truth discerning ability was comparable to Sesshomaru’s. Irritatingly perceptive and incredibly sensitive, Lyra could ‘discern fact from fiction’ quite astutely as the silver haired male. But unlike her house guest, Kagome didn’t like telling untruth’s to the Azeraic woman. After their years of friendship and the significant, irreplaceable role she played in not only in Kagome’s life but Sota’s as well, lying to Lyra was a strange and unpleasant experience she hated.
It made her feel bad.
Made her feel guilty.
Lyra had given them so much and asked for nothing in return. To be less than honest with her was hard but she knew her best friend to well.
Mention the incident at the restaurant and Lyra would be over in a flash demanding an explanation. Face to face, she’d see right through her, to gauge for herself the depth of fear and desperation Kagome herself might not be aware she felt. A deep empath, it would take very little effort on her part to pick up on even a hint of Kagome’s distress and all it took was a hint to rouse Lyra’s protective instincts. Like a caring big sister with her vulnerable siblings, she’d think nothing of whisking both Higurashi’s off planet.
Kagome wasn’t ready to abandon her home just yet or to return to life on the run. Both were a pain she’d lived before and wanted to avoid as long as she could.
No.
For now, her lie would have to stand. Later, she’d make it up to her.
Besides, even if Kagome wasn’t opposed to relinquishing the roots they’d put down on Rektan 7, having Sota anywhere near her was a bad idea. With Lyra was the safest place for him right now.
During their flight home, she’d started a meticulously aggressive security check tuned to analyze and examine each and every one of her programs with a fine toothed comb. The scrutiny revealed a breech deep within her software, a corruption inside her cloaking program. It was completely compromised, deeply eroded by an obscure, nearly undetectable virus that had wormed it’s way into her system. The invading code acted as a beacon, broadcasting her location with short, imperceptible low frequency signals. The time stamp of its entry coincided with the day of her mother’s murder, infecting her core functions long before the upgrade to her security had taken place, leaving it be mistaken as a normal part of her regular programming.
The virus was designed to chip away the encryption keeping her anonymous; a sluggishly slow but effective process. Its detection radius was low, however, forcing those searching for it to be close to her. Who ever had been trying to receive it’s signal over the years had finally stumbled within range of the virus’ call.
A fluke.
She’d had it thoroughly scrubbed and purged before restarting the deep scan again in an effort to find and eliminate any other viruses lurking. Once complete, she’d run it two more times after the last, scheduled herself for an early update, and made a few purchases that would bump up the protection she already had. Adding extra layers made her feel safer, but the amount was a blow to her savings.
What could she do though?
Take her chances with what she had and wind up in a similar situation with Sota at her side.
Not a chance in hell.
If they did it once, they’d do it again, leaving herself open for a repeat was the height of idiocy.
Her system chirped.
‘You think it might be them again?’ Lyra prodded, drawing her attention, ‘Should we take off?’
‘No, no,’ Kagome soothed, ‘I don’t think its that serious, I’m probably just being paranoid, but it wouldn’t hurt to turn on the disperser for a few days if you don’t mind.’
‘Of course not,’ Lyra assured, ‘I’m turning it on now. We’ll lay low for a while. Let me know if we need to move and I’ll call you if I smell something fishy on my end.’
‘Thanks Lyra, I don’t know what I’d do without you.’
‘Lead an incredibly boring life.’ she preened.
‘But of course,’ Kagome chuckled with a dramatic eye roll, ‘My day would be as stale as moldy bread behind a refrigerator without your endless entertainment.’
‘Glad you realize and appreciate that fact…but jokes aside, call me if you’re in trouble, okay? I’ll come and get you.’
Gratitude, warm and painfully sweet, unfurl in her chest, amplifying the guilt churning below it.
‘I know,’ she replied, ‘and I promise, if I need help, I won’t hesitate. Thanks Lyra.’
‘No problem, honey. Get some rest. I’ll call you in the morning.’
One worry removed from her mind, Kagome blew relief through her lips as the connection dissolved and she stepped into the bathroom.
The shower’s spray was hot and pounding, mirroring the drumbeat beneath her skin. Stood beneath the nozzle, Kagome watched her hands through the fog. They were trembling, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the rushing cuei or today’s aftermath still draining from her psyche now that she had quiet place to reflect.
She suspected the former.
Cupping her hands, Kagome let the heated water pool. She could feel the weight, the very vibration of the droplets pelting her charged palms.
Heavy.
They felt unusually heavy. Time ticked by. Silent moments in which she watched her palms fill and spill over.
She felt strange.
Anticipatory.
Hyper-aware and on the cusp of some new horizon she could not yet see. What she was waiting to happen, she couldn’t fathom.
Confused, Kagome splashed the liquid onto her cheeks, then ran her wet hands across her face. They glided like silk and halted at her mouth. At the place where this strangeness was born. In the park, on the lake beneath the lips of her alien guest. She could still feel their pressure, the sensation of his rolling, roving tongue delving inside her mouth. Heat gathered in her lower abdomen, expanding the tiny flame their kiss had spawned. She felt naughty…to be standing nude and slick beneath the shower head while the memory of their smoldering tongue exchange drew moisture of a different nature.
Pink stained her cheeks.
Far from ignorant, she knew what that warmth between her thighs signified.
Embarrassed…aroused, Kagome initiated the cleaning foam, rinsed, dried and stepped out to the mirror on the far wall.
Naked, she stared at the woman reflected.
Face flushed, lips gently parted, hair tousled, nipples tight, she looked like a female ready for bed and not to sleep.
She’d seen this woman before.
Had felt this slow burn earlier.
She wanted.
She wanted another touch of his mouth…
Another clash between their energies…
Her hands weren’t shaking from nerves, they were coursing with energy and trembling with power. She felt like a live wire. A volcano slowly churning before eruption.
Spurring her nanonites, she watched the microscopic tech curl her dark hair until it bounced about her shoulders, then guided their weaving to clothe her body. Soft jade gleamed against her skin. The silk negligee hugged her curved body, suspending itself from mint spaghetti straps and ending its shiny hem across her thighs at a length that could hardly be categorized as decent.
She gave herself a once over.
Her arms were bare, breasts blatantly outlined by the fabric, and while modest, the V shaped bodice left a mouthwatering amount of cleavage.
Second guessing herself, she opted for a cover. Transparent and a mere two inches longer than her nightie, her robe copied the minty hue painting her gown’s straps.
Subtle.
Honestly, she wasn’t looking to consummate their mutual desire tonight, especially after the events they’d been through, but she was craving an encore of the park. Sometime in the years she’d spent running, she’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be with a man.
To be held and kissed.
To feel her body thrumming with something other than anxiety.
She didn’t have vast experience, but she had more than enough to appreciate the kindled passion in her blood.
She remembered this feeling.
With Hojo, her teenage boyfriend.
Her first and only.
She could still picture his cute face and feel that kind nature that first drew her to him during her intermediate education session. Their romance had been sweet and innocent, culminating in an awkward, unsatisfying copulation. As virginal as she had been at the time, pleasing a girl had been the last objective on his mind and the few attempts after that had been just as lackluster. Once, only one time had he made her belly clench from the desperate pounding of his cock and that had been on a night, much like tonight, when her cuei levels were high. Other than that one, explosive time, his lack of control and jerky, stunted rhythm left her bored and at one point thoroughly irritated. Loving though he was, her poor had Hojo lacked skill and finesse between the sheets and neither time nor practice had changed that unfortunate situation.
Unwilling to hurt his feelings, she’d made a valiant effort to hide her dissatisfaction, but even she could admit that leaving the bed in a huff while he struggled to catch his breath had been less than subtle. Their relationship had sort of tapered off after that, her teen boyfriend too embarrassed with his performance to want to “practice” following her silent outburst. It wasn’t long before they drifted apart, avoiding each other purposely and unconsciously, effectively dissolving the relationship. There’d never been any real, official break up but when a month passed without contact between them and no desire on either of their parts for it, they’d both gotten the hint.
She hadn’t been intimate since then, and over the years, life hadn’t made room for it.
The few dates she managed to squeeze in had yet to lead to a third outing, let alone bedroom gymnastics.
Waiting tables, raising a teen and dodging bad guys was a full time job and then some. To her mind, a brief interlude with a hot mystery guy was a well deserved reward for years of hard work and when he left eventually, she’d have some memories for another half a dozen.
Nerves fluttered in her belly.
But maybe…
Maybe she was getting a little ahead of herself.
‘No need to rush into anything.’ she revised, sliding her robe closed and tying the sash snugly around her waist.
A toe curling tryst was what she needed, badly according to Lyra, but the idea of it left her feeling a bit…intimidated. Hojo had never complained about her lovemaking skills, but then, Hojo had scarcely remembered she was there. All she’d done was lie there wondering when it would be her turn to feel good. She wasn’t naive enough to believe laying like a log was what most people wished of their sexual partner.
She frowned into the mirror.
No, tonight wasn’t a good night to jump between the sheets.
Tonight, an encore of their lakeside lip lock and maybe some exploratory petting would suffice, just a little passion to satisfy the surging in her veins.
He was in repose on the couch when she reached the living room, freshly showered and garbed in a white tank and blue pajama bottoms. Shiny and gleaming, his silver hair lay braided along his spine. The nonchalant conversation starter she’d planned to break the ice with died silently in her throat as a pulsating glow ensnared her interest. Brilliant gold illuminated the intricate lines tattooed into his flesh before sluggishly dulling a hazy straw then regaining its arresting radiance.
Vibrant…
Hypnotic…
She was moving before she realized, her bare toes sinking into the plush carpet as she closed the distance between them.
She wanted to be closer to him.
Closer to that light.
Delicious energy engulfed her skin as she neared. Fizzling across her flesh and wrapping about her body. His aura was blaring, a raging furnace beckoning her forth. Her breath hitched when she reached the couch, then left her lips in a low tremor as she sat. Cuei crashed through her system, roaring through her veins with enough force to make her girly parts tingle. Entranced, Kagome scooted closer than the respectable distance she’d originally taken, only vaguely aware of his smoldering gaze tracing slowly over her emerald ensemble as her own gaze latched onto those radiant lines.
“Your tattoos,” she fairly purred,“I’ve never seen anything like them.What sort of technology is it?”
Golden orbs met hers, their blazing depths gleaming with anticipation.
“A parting gift from my father,” he murmured derisively.
Unable to deny herself, she reached out to trace the luminous glyphs, missing his mocking tone in her entrancement. Permeating heat, it seeped deep beneath her seeking finger with each caress along the pulsing curves etched int the velvet granite that was his bicep. There was a beat beneath his flesh, a humming thrum vibrating from his tan skin. An echoing reverberation answered his drumbeat from the fluttering depths of her tummy. Cuei churned, filling her body with aching need and whispering puissance. Sensation bloomed, sweeping, scolding her insides before settling heavily, deliciously, between her thighs.
He shifted.
She tore her fascinated gaze reluctantly from the glowing sirens’ call to catch a brief glimpse of his descending head.
Gentle quakes erupted as he fixed his mouth to hers.
Intense.
Smoldering.
Thorough.
The abrupt tonguing set her mind spinning. Burgeoning bliss unfurled, filling her pleasure receptors near to bursting. She groaned, low and long as he sucked both her her tongue and sanity from her mouth. Warmth coasted her fingers. The sensation of his strength beneath her wandering hands turned her insides molten. She didn’t remember reaching out to grip the unyielding shoulders she held, but feeling their pleasant shape, alarming power and hardened softness beneath her palms made letting go seem impossible.
Dizzying swipes filled her mouth before he pulled away, rerouting her attention. Disappointment surge through hazy bliss. From the unvarnished desire he’d filled their kisses with she’d have thought him in no hurry to end the delicious tonging.
She certainly hadn’t gotten tired of the taste of his tongue.
Why he had pulled back, she couldn’t fathom.
She knew for sure, however, he’d pulled the rug from beneath her feet and stopped a delicious tongue swapping too soon.
Way too soon for her liking.
She lifted lids that seemed to weigh a ton and watched him through dark lashes. He was looking at her, lustfully…curiously. There was an intensity behind his stare that she found both arousing and unnerving. Like he could see right through her. As though he could read her mind and body with only those predatory eyes alone.
His attention swept down briefly, to her glistening lips, then back to her eyes.
She knew what he wanted, and wanted it too. She listed towards him, silently coaxing the attractive alien to start another lip lock.
Instead of pressing them to hers, he parted them.
“Arousal illuminates your eyes.” he noted inches from her mouth.
She’d have thought such a comment was a compliment, with anyone else it may very well have been. She knew what her eyes looked liked right now. Silvery, bright and as beautifully haunting as a full moon on a cloudless night. The exotic male seated next to her, seemingly debating with himself whether to probe deeper into her mind or search the depths of her mouth, wouldn’t be caught dead likening her eyes to the moon, nor handing out any other cheesy flattery. No, this was an inquisitive statement with a silent demand for an explanation attached.
Uninterested in being studied at this delectable moment, Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed their mouths together, ignoring the comment.
Who the hell cared?
Right now, they were both glowing.
Twining her tongue with his, she hummed blissfully, urging him to focus on something more important than body lights. Her nosy guest relinquished his examination beneath her enthused fervor, circling her waist with a single arm and giving her the tongue ravishment she’d craved since they left the park. He pillaged her mouth, mercilessly sucking the air from her lungs. Aflame and trembling, Kagome pressed her body flush to his.
Instant intensity.
The friction between their energies…
She shivered.
It was too delicious to be borne.
Rough, calloused hands found her bare thighs and lifted. Caught off guard and off balance, Kagome muffled a squeal beneath his lips, latching onto his shoulders to counter the sudden gravity shift. He settled her on his lap, spreading her thighs on either side of his, a low growl of approval rumbling from his chest when her heated core met the hardened length beneath his pajama bottoms. A tremor skated her spine, the delicious pressure of his cock against her aching clit a shock to her neglected body. A sound of pleasure left her. Twining her fingers in the loose hair at his nape, Kagome deepening the kiss in a concerted effort to swallow his tongue.
She was long passed hot and bothered.
Well beyond wanting a little necking.
She rocked forward and aback, rolling her hip and sliding her hands down and across the attractive hardness comprising his pectorals. Satisfaction was instant yet fleeting. With a desperate mewl, she widened her thighs then started a grind that would have rolled her eyes had they been open.
God that felt good.
Thick and rigid, his pajama clothed genital felt incredible against her screaming clit. Their lips finally parted. Her head drop back with a rapturous moan as he gave her neck the same rough lap and suction he’d given her mouth. Sharp teeth grazed her skin. Her stomach clenched, urging her flexing hips to quicken. Moisture gathered, saturating her panties and creating a new, hot, slippery sensation that left her breathless.
She gripped his shoulders before fastening her mouth to his.
He met her halfway, wresting control.
Discontent to merely bask in the all consuming sweep of his tongue, she tilted her head, and pressed hard with her lips, answering his demanding wet caress with her own. His chest rumbled, more warning than the approval he’d released before. She was confused only a moment before he silently clarified. Thick fingers found the silken nest of her hair and shifted her head. Once satisfied with the angle, the pompous Xerian held her still for a thorough tonguing that felt exacting and domineering. She could have rolled her eyes at the petty power play.
What made him think she would let him dictate their lip lovemaking?
As decadently devastating as his technique was, she wasn’t subdued enough to ignore her own desire for a petty victory. With a moan that was deliberate but by no means feigned, Kagome tossed her head back, dislodging his fingers from her hair and separating their mouths in the process. The moment she felt his lips slide along her throat, she dove for his mouth. She could feel his resistance to her sudden seizure and it was as exhilarating as the happy stick she was grinding on.
Even in passion’s throes they were at odds.
She’d never had to fight for the upper hand in a kiss, but if that’s how he wanted it…
He growled again, the sound vibrating between their lips. Acceptance of her unspoken challenge.
Strong hands traced her flared hips, trailed up, then down her spine before smoothing over her silk covered buttocks in a velvety caress. Catching dual handfuls of flesh, he squeezed. Trilling lust tightened her abdominals. Her breath caught and held, sensation flooded. He squeezed again; kneading the generous flesh of her buttocks, his claws a hinted pinprick along her silken globes. He rocked her forward and back, faster and harder than her voluntary grind. Decadent friction bloomed, sending her body into overdrive.
She mewled, instantly swept up in the new, urgent, rhythm. Back and forth, hard and quick. She rocked with him, circling her hips again and again. Kagome shuddered, struggling to retain the reigns of their kiss. She was caught in a hailstorm with clusters of lust bigger than her hand. She panted her excitement between his lips, each puff reflecting the rising desire rapidly filling the entirety of her being.
She’d never wanted so bad.
Had never ached so much.
Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, her pussy saturated in passion and the exquisite collisions between their pulsating auras and sucking mouths had her skirting nirvana’s razor edge.
Release.
Her body was screaming,begging, for it.
His head tilted, deepening the kiss, driving them in a new direction, and chipping away at her already tenuous control. The scales upon which the two lovers sat teetered beneath the onslaught, tipping slowly in his favor. He was wresting control from her, coaxing rather than demanding she follow where he led…and she was tempted. Nearly enticed to forego her prideful stance and dive head first into the tsunami he was creating.
Beating back the exhilaration skyrocketing beneath her skin, she reached desperately for that fading steel thread of will.
She found it, buried beneath mountainous concupiscence, and held on.
Propelled by both need and defiance, she wrapped her arms tight around his neck and launched a counter attack. Slippery and wet, suckling and nibbling, she worked his mouth with as much ardor as her trembling form could muster. Rumbling approval left his throat, the erotic sound followed closely by the intangible force her cuei basked in. An energy wave, cloaked in electric heat and filled with his uniqueness flayed her skin.
Pleasure skated her spine, drawing a muffled groan from her throat. He pounced on that crack in her defense and turned their mutual struggle into an overbearing onslaught. Up, down, twirl and coil, he melded her tongue with the lithe agility born natural to a serpent. Breathless and aching, Kagome reached again for that resolve as he plowed her mouth with ruthless force, wordlessly exerting a dominance she hadn’t and still didn’t want him to have.
She resisted the tide mere, precious, prideful seconds before she was swept away.
Pleasure surged.
Drowning out defiance and ushering in tongue tangling bliss.
He rose, toppling her to the couch in the process and wedging his body between her legs. Her gasp was loud, deep, when their sexes met beneath the thin layers of cloth separating them. He shifted, tucking hardness between soft neither lips. Air vacated her lings in rush. Fabric barriers be damned, he knew where to aim. He rocked, forward and back,dragging his cock along her clit with devastating pressure, blasting coherent thought from mind in the process.
Chaos, sweet, unbending disorganization turned her brain inside out.
She hissed, nails digging into his heated flesh as lust pounded through her body. She strained, curled her thighs around his hips before setting the pace she needed to explode. Panting, writhing, she humped him for all she was worth, chasing the shuddering orgasm looming just out of reach.
It was there.
Calling…teasing…enticing…
Wet lips and an even wetter tongue traced her throat setting her afire, turning her into an animal she didn’t recognize.
Couldn’t control.
Sweat beaded her skin, plastering her night gown to her damp body. Panting and mewling, she closed her eyes and rode him to paradise.
A short ride.
Her inside tightened.
Muscles locked.
Her lungs heaved, fighting to draw her next breath beneath the horribly delicious tension gathering between her thighs. She gasped, drew precious air, then lost it in a long, wailing cry as toe curling release struck. Eruptions, one after another, devastating enough to roll her eyes in her skull, shook her undulating frame. Rough hands gripped her hips, crushing her hard against the turgid genital responsible for her quaking form.
Lost in bliss, his heated mouth engulfing her nipple through fabric was a shock to her hazy mind.
A moan left her lips, pleasure reigniting her tingling nerve endings.
He was as thorough as he was with her mouth. Licking, suckling, nipping, latching onto one titty and then the other with a hungry babe’s tenacity. Even through the fabric it was soul shattering.
“Sesshomaru.” she breathed as he dragged her from the low satisfaction of climax back towards its pinnacle.
He rolled his hips, rocking her oversensitive clit against his cock. She shuddered, squirmed, her confused mind wanting his to stop and yet hoping he wouldn’t. Sharp, gut wrenching and skirting the threshold between pain and pleasure, his shallow thrusts left her straddling a tightrope over a bottomless pit that would lead to nirvana or a dark dystopia. She didn’t know which and when he reached for the sensitive nubs topping her mounds through her silky negligee, she decided she really didn’t much care.
The first tug brought her hips up from the couch, the second bowed her spine.
Delicious.
Delectable.
He captured both hard nipples then rolled the stiffened peaks in time with the lunges between her legs.
Nirvana drew closer.
She whimpered, gripped the chair beneath her, and helpless rocked her body forward and back. The animal was back. That lust driven beast howled deep in her belly and she wanted all over again. His pinching fingers coupled with the satisfying hardness was quickly becoming her undoing. She arched into the dual caresses, the ache of her body nearly unbearable. Something hot and molten twisted inside, spelling out impending doom. Her death grip on the pillows below tightened, and the frantic rise and fall of her hips grew fitful and desperate. She was in her own world, furiously chasing down the simmering explosion that was also furiously chasing her. Molten bliss filled her engorged clit, sharper than before.
Big hands cupped her breasts, squeezing, massaging, before sliding up her shoulders and catching both her negligee and robe.
She rose to help, panting, dishevelled and shrugging out of the sheer garment as he pulled. Damp silk slid from her shoulders, across her nipples before her perky, ivory mounds were freed with a sexy jiggle that turned them both on. He didn’t stop there. He lifted her lower body, effortless, and tugged it clean from her body. Desire pooled, gorging on the display of strength.
The display of lust matching her own.
She wilted back to the couch as he tossed her garment to the side. It pooled to the living room floor in a soft whisper that sounded loud to her ears. Flushed and exposed, heart hammering, she watched his blazing gaze trace her naked breasts with edacious focus.
She felt neither shameful nor bashful.
She was too aroused, too needy to be embarrassed by his ravenous scrutiny. He reached for her, and this time, when he cupped the entirety of her breast in his paws, the heat of his skin seeped into her core. She sucked in a breath, struggling to process this new, directed contact. He left her little time to digest the sensation. He squeezed, kneading, then slowly slid up the pointed globes, spreading rapture as he went.
Her nipples, proudly erect, and undoubtedly his final destination, tingled in anticipation of the plucking and tugging they were due.
He didn’t disappoint.
Like hard pincers, he caught her buds in a hard pinch and tugged. Tightening her tummy muscles.
Her eyes closed, lungs inhaling swiftly. Intensity coiled in her abdomen. It was everything she needed, everything her body was begging for. Each pull was a shot of bliss and a whisper of pain.
It felt good.
So damn good.
She arched, regaining her earlier thrusting as her body wept moisture. The tide rose immediately, whipping her back into the raging sea that was her lust as though she’d never left. Pearly white teeth sank into her bottom lip. She felt ready to explode…implode…something. She didn’t know. Beneath the magic fingers teasing her teats, stringing thoughts together was a task too laborious for her mind to complete.
His fingers left her abruptly, and before she could even open her lips for the disappointed, even angry denial, his mouth found her. Hot moisture engulfed her nipple, then narrowed to a hard, wet suction. It was a shock to her system, a jolt against her naked flesh. Breath stealing, tenacious and unmerciful, the sharp pulls threw her quivering body into crisis. She reached out, needing something sturdier, something more tangible to anchor her flailing body. His tongue traced her nipple as her seeking hands found purchase. Moist, hot, slightly roughened, his wiggling appendage rolled the tightened nub before taking it betwixt his teeth.
“Sesshomaru.” she gasped, fingers curling into the smooth granite of his shoulders.
His teasing tongue dance over the captured peak again and again. Kagome gasped for air, writhing beneath each slow, torturous lap. Tension coiled. She wanted to cum, she could feel how close it was, and yet that sweet release she needed so badly refused to cross the threshold. Quick flicks of his tongue brought her mind back to the male above her. She mewled, arching into the rapid licks. It was nearing again. Tugging at her body with devastating force. She strained for it, her choppy moans leaving her gasping lips swifter than his tongue.
Please! her body begged silently.
By coincidence or design, her silver haired lover answered her plea. The excited lapping degraded. Full, gentle, areola to nipple tip, swirling licks took their place. She deflated in an instant, shuddering as her body was abruptly removed from the precipice.
Her jaw tightened, fingers twitched, and pearly whites caught her bottom lip while her sensitive areas struggled to adjust to this new tempo.
She was frustrated.
Frustrated and aroused.
She was tempted to voice her displeasure, would have had he not released the painfully stiffened bud to lave the other with equal attention. Warm breath glided over her unattended nipple for several aching seconds before the delicious suckling began.
Sensation crashed through her, wiping her mind and coaxing her trembling body to weep slippery excitement. Caught within a whirlwind and drowning in gnawing bliss, Kagome chased the fiery culmination they promised. Her thighs tightened, wet, silk covered clit thrusting frantically over the hard ridge of his sex. Sharp pleasure induced pangs shot down her spine, stoking the tensity building low in her groin. Rough hands palmed her buttocks as the warning signs of impending climax set her body ablaze. Hot air rushed from her lungs as he switched his attention once again, shifting back to her other nipple and tonguing the engorged flesh with a thoroughness that left her head spinning.
She gasped, arching her spine, piercing the air with a blissful moan. An answering growl rumbled his chest before the narrow hips cradled between her thighs flexed. Her fingers speared through his silken strands as he thrust her back onto the rollercoaster to ecstasy.
Suckle, lave, flick, his twining tongue knotted her insides.
She was squirming by the time he released the bud with a wet pop, barely aware of her living room as his roughened palms spanned her ribcage. Hard, unforgiving hands with more than enough strength to break her in two traced her waist then settled on curved hips. He rocked her forward and back, setting a sharp, determined pace. She mewled, more than eager to repeat the delicious grind to paradise.
Sharp teeth nipped her throat.
Her eyes closed, head lolling beneath the hazy, rapidly rising bliss. His hands retraced their gliding paths, finding her breast along the way, Cupping, squeezing before swiping his thumbs over both tips. Kagome was in heaven, submerged beneath an ocean rife with decadent lust. Orgasm rose swiftly, its pounding intensity frighteningly insistent. It battered her senses, exploded along her nerve endings and turned her insides to mush. Trembling fingers gripped his shoulders as her body tightened.
Panting, every muscles straining, she fought the rising tide, desperate to extend the incredible sensations tearing through her.
It was a battle she was destined to lose.
A fight she waged and lost almost immediately.
Rapture crashed through her core, an accompanying pink glow suffusing her skin. The radiating color illuminated the dimly lit room, deepening to a ruby hue with each pulse of completion. A steady drumbeat, arose. Born of the cuei crashing in her veins and the needy lust that refused to extinguish.
She trembled, curled and crossed her toes, then tumbled head first into a second round of seizures.
Shocked, turned on, frightened even, she latched onto her only anchor.
Dark lashes rose and her shimmering sapphires met the intensity beneath his heavy lidded eyes. Burning, glinting like those of a predator, he watched her writhe. It was unnerving, his scrutiny. Disconcerting and sexy. Sweaty, quaking palms curled around his arms, steadying, solid, she held on to the mountainous muscles and rode his cock through the storm.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
Not in that moment.
Her fingers tightened, tugged insistently until he relented. She pulled him down, whimpering against his lips as blinding ecstasy erupted, sending her into convulsions. She cried out, whipping her head from the lips she’d been desperate for mere seconds ago as wave after wave of bliss crested, the pink glow of her skin exploding into a vibrant red. Kagome squirmed, moving against him in a frenzy of need, shuddering and trilling her pleasure.
Rough lips captured hers, his need fiercer than her own.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, devouring his lips as he bore her to the soft zkyek rug on the floor.
Cheap, but wispy soft fur caressed her delicately curved spine.
She’d barely settled before he erupted into motion.
Impatient fingers tore at her panties, exposing cool air to her sensitive flesh and awakening the first stirrings of what felt akin to alarm. Before she could even breathe, to think and examine that elusive feeling, his lips were on hers again. His substantial bulk pressing her into the rug as his hand fumbling at the waist band of his pajama bottoms.
Seconds later, his hands curled beneath her thighs, pushing her pale thigh up and apart. The slide of his hardened flesh against her wet pussy curled her toes. Up and down his cock slid against her clit, the friction of his condom coated cock delicious and frightening. Mouth attached to her throat, his hand moved between their bodies again. Hard, heated flesh found the slippery opening of her body, giving her mere moments to think before he began to merge their bodies, and the wide girth of his sex began stretching the tightness of her pussy. Her breath left in a rush, her gasp loud in the darkness of the room as he pushed through resisting muscle.
Blunted nails dug into his back, her body struggling to accept his invasion.
He grunted, readjusted, then sank another inch and then another. He pulled back, then pressed forward, moisture coating his length as he spread her again, tunneling deeper. Kagome panted, fingers curled against his sweating back, the glow of her skin painting his skin crimson. He groaned against her neck, hands widening her thighs as he shoved more of his cock into her body, giving her little choice but to accept his insistent penetration.
The slow drag of his sex was unbearably good, the stretching of her core unfamiliar and bordering painful. She caught her lip between her teeth, head twisting, thoughts racing. She was teetering. Unsure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. He sank deeper, nudging some untouched nook inside her.
Unsettled, Kagome pushed against his chest.
“Wait.” she gasped, lungs heaving.
His length and girth was something her body was unfamiliar with, his size almost more than she could bear.
It was too long.
Too thick.
Too good.
He stopped, the unyielding rod lodged in the moist cavern of her tingling core. Golden orbs met hers, their smoldering depth questioning. Kagome could only pant in answer, her eyes sweeping closed as she struggled to process the fullness between her trembling thighs. Pleasure swamped her body as he seized her nipple in the hiatus then slid his other hand between their bodies. The callused pad of his thumb circling her clit in slow circles.
Up, down, and around, the sensation indescribable.
Her breath hitched, eyes opening.
Fierce amber watched, their glint sharp and all consuming as he fondled her. Kagome moaned, bathing his cock in hot slippery moisture, bliss prickling her skin. Ecstasy returned, tightening her abdomen and turning her insides into a quivering puddle. He moved his hips in shallow strokes, pushing and retreating, sliding through wet, heated flesh. The advance and retreat short circuited her brain.
Kagome gripped the fur beneath her, overwhelm with sensation.
Her hips lifted of their own accord, wanting more, needing more. She panted as he toyed with her body, strumming her pleasure button, lapping at her nipples and shoving his cock to the very depths of her core. Bursting rapture detonated. Gut wrenching ecstasy whipped her attention from one sensitive area being touch to another being laved, isolating her in a haze of unbridled bliss.
Her eyes closed, and lungs struggled to draw air.
Beneath his wet tongue and rotating thumb she could feel him. Every thick, hard inch of his cock tunneling through soaked tightness. In and out, slow and measured at first but gradually quickening…
Deepening…
She gasped when he bottomed out, when his hot sex found the furthest depth her body could allow and sheathed his entirety inside her.
His groin met hers.
He paused, big body shuddering over hers, fingers digging into the softness of her hips.
Kagome was in no mood to savor the completion.
She wanted.
Needed the clawing ache of her body satisfied.
Cuei thundered through her veins, the burning red glow of her skin brighter than the sun. Scolding desire leeched away anything other than her need to be pounded to bliss. She lifted her hips, goading him to move, begging him with a wordless arch to throw her body into the awaiting chaos.
He obliged with a heated growl.
The first stroke sent her eyes to the back of her head, the second curled her toes. Her lungs struggled to draw breath as he began a quick, hard cadence, pounding his cock over and over into her rapidly tightening pussy. She was catapulted, thrown into a dimension of intense, unbridled, inescapable, unbearable ecstasy. Tumultuous wails of rapture rose from her delicate throat, her dark head thrown back as she cried her pleasure to the heavens. His hands tightened on her hips, a grip less than gentle as he lifted her up for each deep, wet thrust. Cuei singing, skin aglow, Kagome dug her fingers into the rug below as he lunged into her body, the backbreaking thrusts forcing her closer to the edge of no return.
Her eyes opened a sliver, watching the erotic scene of his large frame colliding with her own. Silver orbs absorbed the harsh focus on his handsome face, the jagged stripes gracing his cheeks, the glinting amber staring intently at the jiggling bounce of her titties.
He looked nothing like the aloof house guest in that moment. He looked wild. Feral and lust driven. Her stomach knotted and her excited pussy tugged appreciatively at the hard rod slamming into her core.
Their eyes locked.
Fuck me, her glazed orbs entreated.
His chest rumbled. He reached for her. Finding and tearing her hands from the rug. Up and above her head, he held the delicate appendages and gave her what she asked for. Slapping flesh and wet trust filled her ears as he hammed into her. Unfiltered lust and a deeper wildness poured from his skin. Her back bowed beneath his teeth shattering thrusts, goading her own erratic, desperately frantic ones. He leaned down, tongue running over her lips, trailing down the soft underside of her chin, the sharp nip of fangs liquefying her insides. The pace of his thrusts rocked her smaller frame.
She couldn’t stand it, couldn’t take it. Her silent plea turned vocal, and bounced off the living room walls.
“Yes!” she cried, tummy clenching, “more yes! Oh God, oh please!”
His hips circled, rubbing her clit against his groin before picking up that devastating pace again. He leaned up, releasing her hands to toy with her body. His thumb slid over her clit, spreading hot moisture around the the overtaxed bud.
Kagome jerked, body twisting, climax threatening to tear her apart.
She held her breath, the tidal wave brewing frightening in its intensity. Squeezing her eyes shut, she fought it, reached for it, braced against it. It bowled through her with the force and speed of a train. She screamed, the sound of ecstasy tearing from her throat as the world imploded. His pounding rhythm turned unsteady and fierce, harsh breaths from the nose buried in her neck blowing the fine hairs at her nape as he followed her to nirvana.
Distantly, she heard his rumbling growls and dimly felt his heated groans vibrating through her body.
His hard grip on her ass cheeks, lingering lunges between her thighs drew involuntary tremors from her. The wet suction felt so good inside the backdrop of orgasm. She rode that sensation until he stilled.
Spine arched, saturated genitals mashed together, his buttocks flexed several times before he subsided, his sweaty body pressing the air from her lungs as he relaxed, sighing his relief again the curve of her jaw. Trapped beneath a cage of muscle, Kagome stared dazedly up at the ceiling, her sleepy eyes watching the crimson light fade to gentle blue.
Cuei simmered below her skin, floating sluggishly through her veins, the unfamiliar effect potently intoxicating. Sighing contently into the hushed room, she stroked his sweat covered back, offering and receiving comfort in the caress as their breathing slowed and their skin cooled. His hips curled in a gentle thrust, and moist lips feathered along her neck. She groaned, basking in the muted bliss his flaccid cock stirred and the slow glide of hands running over her skin.
She felt incredible.
Like he’d pounded the bones from her body and left her adrift in a heated pool.
She hummed softly, enjoying his petting.
Quiet touching stretched into minutes of lulling tranquility. She was falling into sleep’s welcoming embrace when he stirred, removing the satisfying warmth of his body and rousing her sluggish consciousness. Cool air blew goosebumps across her radiant flesh. She listened, eyes heavy as he moved to the hall bathroom and disposed of the condom. Running water hummed distantly,then silence. He returned an instant later. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she watched his delectable muscles contract as bent and scooped her pliant form from the floor and into his strong arms.
Content, she blew a hushed sigh.
Soft sapphire illuminated the walls as he carried her to the bedroom. He waited until they passed Sota’s room to try and ruin the mood.
“Your skin is blue and your eyes are glowing.” he commented as they moved through the hallway brightly lit by her skin.
The words a not so subtle demand for an explanation. Kagome would give him none. She was too tired to get into it with him, too satisfied to make up lies she’d have to remember she’d told later.
Evasion and deflection was all her brain could handle right now.
“You’re one to talk. Your tattoos are just as bright as my skin and those stripes on your face are jagged when they’re usually straight,” she resorted sleepily, “Everyone has their quirks.”
“My etchings glow from recent use,” he said, stepping into her room, “and situations of intensity can influence the shape of my stripes.”
He paused next to her bed, clearly waiting for her to respond in kind to his information exchange. Her dark brows narrowed in defiance. His own brows lowered and those piercing amber orbs sharpened, but he seemed disinclined to push for more.
Good.
He lowered her to the bed and while she was tempted to snuggle up and fall immediately into the slumber her well loved body needed, she managed to gather enough energy to move and make room for his larger body. Nestled among the pillows, she turned to her side and watched while he made himself comfortable.
His body was truly a work of art. Hard, unforgiving planes, tanned skin stretched over granite muscle, that sexy v-line from hip to below that drew her gaze to his…
Dull red bloomed in her cheeks.
She found it a bit unnerving to think she’d had all of that in her…and that it had felt so damn good to have it there.
Spotted crimson on white drew her gaze to the bandage attached to his oblique. While all their activity had been mindbogglingly incredible, it probably hadn’t been very good for his still mending wounds.
Definitely not, though he didn’t seem to mind what had to be very painful consequences.
She laid down, pulling the covers up over her shoulder as she did. Halfway to dream world, Kagome tapped into the home computer. A pain inhibitor lazered its way to her bedside table next to him. Maybe it hurt more than he was willing to let on because the moment the shiny silver dispenser arrived, he reached for it.
He grunted, a thanks she assumed, then injected the soothing tonic.
Kagome felt herself drifting before he’d even finished. Unable to stay awake another moment, she gave in to the need for sleep.
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Twin emerald spheres nestled withing shimmering gold winked through the darkness of the bedroom. Back propped against the wall, satisfaction and burning curiosity churning through his veins, Sesshomaru traced the feminine form next to him. Curled beneath the sheet and immersed in the exhausted slumber only a well sated woman could find, his newly crowned lover cut through the blackened room with a quickly fading glow.
A soft pink.
Deep blue, angry red, and now, a gentle salmon.
What significance these colors indicated, he could only speculate. He had only the scanners implanted within his pupils to rely upon for answers. So far, they seemed to be good for nothing more than capturing currently useless information. He was no closer to making sense of his computer’s readout than he was of getting her to reveal the nature of the unknown energy surrounding her body.
He’d felt anything like it, had never seen anything remotely close to it.
There weren’t many energies he encountered that effected his own, but hers…
It drew and clung to his own effortlessly, manipulating and drawing responses from his body without his approval. This was no simple attraction between two alien beings. There was a friction between them. A catalyst that arose when their energies touched.
Complete darkness rose abruptly.
The glow had retreated and with it, his chance to exam and discern its components. He blinked, extinguishing the emerald lights.
He sat watching her, unhindered by the lack of lighting.
What was she?
What was this energy she exuded?
He could find not a single reference to it anywhere within the public or private databases littering the known universe. He’d given orders for Delr’ik to complete a more thorough search only to receive a message saturated in frustration over the lack of information to be had about the mystery woman. Energy aside, his right hand man couldn’t even sniff out a hint about her original origins. According to what could be found, Kagome Higurashi’s beginning and present began here on Rektan7. She had simply popped into existence, brother in tow.
There was no before.
At least, not yet.
Sesshomaru was a Xerian of tenacity, unwilling and at times unable to relinquish a challenge no matter its level of complexity and in Kagome’s case, he was nowhere near deterred.
Quite the contrary.
He was intrigued, aroused and enticed. And he was learning, slowly, but surely. With no databases to draw on, he was creating his own. Collecting, compiling, and analyzing, each new piece of information he gleaned from her rested within a compartment inside his system in hopes of putting the pieces together eventually.
And now, he had another interesting piece to add to the data dump.
While they’d been sampling each other, his computer had been hard a work. The would be assassins from the restaurants had left behind residue from their assault lazers. Very small, microscopic amounts of radiation picked up by his armor. One he was very familiar with. Pulse rifles favored by the Gilrex emitted such radiation and that make and model of weapon was not common or cheap.
He wasn’t a big believer of coincidences.
Those men belonged to the Gilrex, and the attack would have made sense if they’d been aiming for him.
They hadn’t.
The men at the restaurant had been after her. A thoughtful from turned his lips.
What business did the Gilrex have with the young female of unknown origins and glowing skin?
He’d already put his men on the Gilrex database, instructing that the name Kagome Higurashi be cross referenced. It’d take a while for answers to surface, if at all. The Gilrex weren’t stupid. Their security system was on par with his own, but he had an ace up his sleeve.
In the morning, he’d give his little brother a call.
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Rewritten as of 05/28/19.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter, don’t get too excited though, this isn’t love, it’s just sex for now. I’m really happy that you all are satisfied with the story so far and I hope you continue to find it interesting enough to continue all the way through! If you have any questions or need clarification leave it in your review, or contact me with a message. Also, if I miss any words that should be in the glossary, don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll have it updated. Please be sure to review, I’d love to hear from you all!
Later
~Sessakag
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Glossary

Antiseptic Tonic: Cleans wounds and kills majority of germs.
Azerai: A bright red planet currently being evacuated due to its dying sun.
Azeraic: An individual who was a citizen of Azerai.
Betr: A two headed reptilian creature from the planet Tarthrix.
Brakon: The equivalent of bacon.
Cuei: A type of energy to be explained later in the story.
Curerator: A container with a strong concentration of healing nano that promote the body’s natural healing capabilities and fight infection. Can be applied to most species without adverse reaction.
Foxlings Cartel: A small cartel with a strong influence in a number of key parts of the Teriaus galaxy.
Gartuan: A grasshopper looking creature with several limbs and soft bones. It changes colors when distressed or in pain.
Gilrex Cartel: A major cartel that dabbles mostly in drug sales, prostitution and weapon deals. The cartel is a major rival of the Xaltaric Cartel.
Glurtak: Xerian insult.
Heedrix: Winged, moth like alien from the planet Qtax.
Krists: A snack almost like caramel popcorn.
Laengs: Red eggs
Pain Inhibitors: A tonic that reduces the body’s ability to feel pain due to injury or illness.
Pernix and Xin: Currency accepted in most of the known universe with Pernix equivalent to dollars and Xin the same as coins.
Phantox: Turkey type meat
Pheran: A highly addictive illegal drug that induces a strong high, stimulating adrenaline and heightening senses. It leaves behind a relaxing euphoria when leaving the blood stream.
Rayn: Blue salad dressing with the texture of ranch.
Red Rooms: An illegal service that provides the customer with live murder/torture, allowing the viewer to dictate the actions taking place.
Rektan 7: A highly popular, wealthy and advanced planet home to thousand upon thousands of species.
Rhit: Akin to spaghetti noodles.
Rizek: A popular bar/restaurant near one of the major check in stations on Rektan 7.
Saratuo: A blue/green planet with a series of pink rings of average wealth and technological advances.
Sark lettuce: Orange, crisp vegetation with the consistency of lettuce.
Slaxton: A androgynous, often times short creature with a big head, black eyes and gray skin.
Skyway: Equivalent of a freeway or highway. It is a transparent road high in the sky with a gravity system that keeps vehicles in place and make crashing less likely.
Thermal/Heat Regulating Band Aid: Band aid that comes in multiple sizes. It senses the best temperature for each step of the healing process, changing its temperature from cold, to reduce swelling, bleeding and inflammation, to hot, to reduce aches and pains and any temperature in between.
Wurmulix: An alien with a vertical mouth full of mini tentacles called feelers.
Xaltan: A term applied to the leader of the Xaltaric Cartel.
Xaltaric Cartel: A major cartel specializing in drug sells, weapon deals, and prostitution.
Xer: A wealthy planet of significant technological advancement.
Xerian: A individual who is a citizen of the planet Xer.
Zkyek: An exotic tiger type of animal with an extremely soft pelt. It comes in a multitude of colors and is found in the jungles of Rektan 7.
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