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Slayers Romance	By : xXImikoXx Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Sango > Sessh?maru/Sango Views: 5834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~*Slayers Romance*~

By: xXImikoXx/ The Imiko/ This_Deadly_Poison

�Where is he�?� Sango murmured while pacing wearily back and forth amidst the tree�s of the forest. Her hand being drawn closer and closer to her chin. Teeth nibbling down at the knuckle of her index finger. �It�s not like him to be late�� She whispered again. If she didn�t return soon, she was certain that InuYasha and the others would come looking for her. Despite the fact that she had snuck away, she was sure that, before long, InuYasha�s keen sense of smell would detect the absence of her scent, and cause the half-demon to stir from his slumber.
It seemed like she had been waiting for hours. Pacing back and forth from tree to tree. The illuminating glow of the full moon over head serving as her only light by which to see. ��Why didn�t he come for me? What if� What if he�s not coming?� Her voice began to waver in it�s tone. With each passing minute, it seemed she was growing less and less confident that he would come to her. And more and more sure that maybe, just maybe he had forgotten about her.
The Taijiya sighed in defeat, her eyes coming to a close as the reality of how alone in this forest clearing she was, had begun to sink in. She looked over in the direction of her Hiraikotsu, which she had leaned against the broad trunk of a large tree. She always brought it with her to this these little �outings,� in the event that she should need to use it for protection from any stray Youkai that may have happened upon them. A �security blanket,� in a sense. Her sense of self-assurance that she would be safe. Though she�d never needed it before� Not while he was there.
�I guess� I should head back�� Another heavy sigh was released, the Taijiya�s chest expanding and then contracting drastically from the expulsion of breath. That settled it. He wasn�t coming tonight� She turned once more in the direction of her Hiraikotsu, deciding it was time to retrieve her weapon and return to camp. When in the midst of turning, she found herself bumping into a taller, white-clad figure. With an audible �oof,� the Demon Slayer gasped and quickly made a half-step backwards.
Her eyes widening and brightening considerably as their gaze was cast upwards, and to the face of the one she had bumped into. �S� Sesshoumaru-sama!� She exclaimed, before lunging forth and wrapping her arms tightly about his mid-section. Her head finding it�s proper resting place upon the Dai-Youkai�s chest, her ear positioned at it�s favorite location. Directly over his beating heart. �Why are you so late? I� I thought you weren�t coming� What kept you?� She spoke with her words muffled against the fabric of his kimono. The scent of him upon his clothing was enough to send her heart aflutter, and stir the butterflies within her stomach. Her arms tightened around him while her dark, brown eyes fluttered to a close.
�It is not your place to question This Sesshoumaru�� He spoke in reply. His arm raising to entangle his clawed digits into the bulk of the demon-slayers hair. Fingers trailing downwards and pulling it free of the lowered ponytail that held it so neatly kempt. Letting the chocolate-colored locks tumble freely down her shoulders and to the small of her back, where it would fan outwards and around her waist.
She shuddered at the depth of his voice. The rumble of his tone reverberating through his chest and into her ear, exciting her to the point where her heart had nearly skipped a beat. She smiled inwardly, his arrogance only further charmed the

Taijiya. Where as she once resented it, it now seemed to appeal to her, for reasons even she couldn�t fathom. �Forgive me, my lord�� She coo�d pleadingly. Though her lips only furthered in their already growing smile. �I was merely eager to see you, again.�
She despised the length of time between their nightly visits. It had been nearly half a year since the two had begun to arrange their monthly �trysts.� On the night of the full moon, every month, the two had decided. Or rather, Sesshoumaru had decided. The night of the full moon was the night on which Sesshoumaru�s �instinctive urges� were at their strongest. Where it was most difficult for him to suppress them, and keep them under control. And as such, it was the one night where he would seek her out, for the sake of her �female companionship.�
Her eyes wandered upwards and to his own, and again, butterflies stirred within her when she found that desired look of lust within the golden, amber-colored-orbs of the Dai-InuYoukai. And they seemed to stare directly through her own, and into the core of her very being. Her arms loosened from around his waist and she merely sunk into him, reveling at the feeling of him as his arm circled around her, compressing her against his chest, while her fingers came to his face. Tracing their way over the markings upon his chest, outlining them with her finger tips, and then moving to trace over the crescent moon upon his forehead.
He was beautiful� He was gorgeous� And he was hers. Her fingers left his face, and were replaced with her palms upon either of his cheeks. Fingers hooker loosely to the edges of his jaw-line and pulling his face downwards, where his lips would be captured by her own. Eager to taste him once again, after such a prolonged absence between them. The scent of him was intoxicating. The taste of him was arousing, and she was eager to have her fill. And as always, the Dai-Youkai wouldn�t hesitate to claim his dominance between them.
His lips drove back into her own, with a hunger of inhuman proportions. His fangs meshing to her lips and tugging against them. Their lips shifting and moving against one another�s. Constantly repositioning against each other�s, vying for dominance and control. A battle which Sango was all too eager to lose. Her frame was quickly dipped backwards and quickly found support in the strength of Sesshoumaru�s arm. His lips seizing her own once more, giving her no time for protest as fangs pulled at her bottom lip. Causing her to groan and squeal muffled squeals of delight and submission against his lips.

Her lips parted invitingly, and his tongue accommodated them. Eagerly delving forth and into her waiting orifice. Beginning it�s conquest of her mouth, swirling about her mouth and brushing along her tongue. Rubbing continually against it. Flicking teasingly at the tip of it, while the InuYoukai growled his dominance against her lips. Sango was in heaven. The world around her had blissfully faded from her mind, and he was all there was in the universe. Her hands pushed their way over his cheeks and past them.
Her fingers becoming entangled in tresses of silver, silken locks. Threading their way through them, then grasping at them and pulling them down to herself. Deepening the contact between their lips, before the kiss was brought to an abrupt end. Sango�s eyes opened in disappointment. She�d been about to whine her protests at the abrupt end, but that was quickly put to an end as the two them fell to the ground. The Taijiya laying flat upon her back, while Sesshoumaru kneeled over her. Her leg out-stretched beneath him, with his legs on either-side of her thigh.
Her face had begun to redden in a mixture of anticipation and shyness. Despite the fact that this was to be the seventh �encounter� between the two of them, she still found herself blushing every time he gazed upon her with �that look.� A look she knew all to well. A look that consumed her with excitement, with anticipation of what she knew was to occur next. Sesshoumaru�s arm rose to the shoulder of his kimono. Undoing the clips that held his spiked shoulder-armor to himself, before removing the battle-attire and setting it aside, and out of the way.
Next followed the abdominal plate, and the swords along with it. He set them down beside the spiked crescent of armor, before once more, bringing his hand to the shoulders of his kimono, and then to the collar of it. His fingers curling beneath the folds of red and white fabric, before parting them from one another. His fingers gliding down along the edge of the fold. Loosening and opening the kimono, bit by bit. Until it hung loose and half-opened, exposing the center of his chest and his abdomen for the Taijiya to behold.
Her eyes became hypnotically drawn to the site that she was baring witness too. The rippled and muscular surface of his exposed stomach. A set of six, squarely defined muscles, lithe and sinewy upon his stomach. Her arms out-stretched with child-like awe. Wanting so desperately to drag her fingers down over the muscular structure of his stomach. Only to find them sorely just beyond her reach. Her teeth came down upon her lower lip in a pout. Fingers outstretched with purpose, though vainly so. And she knew better than to try and sit herself up, if Sesshoumaru had placed her upon her back.
She had been placed there for a reason� For his reasons. Reasons which would soon be made known. A moment lingered where he took enjoyment in watching her as her eyes scanned over his frame. The sight of awe and wanting within her eyes pleased him in ways that he could only describe. It was yet another affirmation of his greatness. Of his dominance over her and of the way she desired him, so.

He remained in such a position for a few moments longer. Content with the looks of helpless desire within those chocolate-colored eyes of hers, before he would then grasp at the right side of his kimono. Pulling it slowly until it had begun to slide it�s way off of his shoulder, exposing the right-hand side of his upper body, and it�s muscular structure. Pectoral muscles prominently defined in their muscle tone. And his left side was a perfect mirror image of his right. His sides, along his lower rib-cage and abdomen were streaked with markings similar to those on either side of his face.
A trio of rouge, claw-like markings which seemed to begin at the near his back, and ended just outside of his abdominal muscles, in a slightly downward incline. Two of them, on either side, laying over his lowest ribs. The second two at mid-abdomen level. And the third pair outlined either side of his waist. Sango�s lips spread into a slightly goofy-grin, staring dreamily at the figure before her. Wanting to trace over each of those lines with her fingers, as she�d done with the ones on his face� And then, with her tongue.
Her dreams were brought to an end, though, as Sesshoumaru�s hand came to grasp at one of her own. This was something different from the routine she�d become used too. And it became prominent that something was drastically changed, as he placed her hand upon the waistline of his pants, and then with his fingers, pushed her own digits inside of the hem of his hakama�
�Take them off�� He commanded, though in a far less arrogant tone. His tone had become on of lustful dominance. And this order was one that she was eager to follow. She sat herself up, slowly, so as to confirm she was permitted to do so. And once she was at a more even-level with him, her fingers began to eagerly pull at the hem of his Hakama. Tugging it and pulling at it, until it had become notably looser. Her head had leaned forwards and she�d begin to trail her tongue along the side of his neck.
Nipping and biting. Tugging at skin with her dull, flat teeth, lacking the fangs that he possessed, to do so. She suckled and kissed her way down his throat, and to his collar bone. Where she would begin to suckle desperately upon his flesh. Reddening and darkening it between her lips, until she had become satisfied that her �mark� upon him had been made. Her head drifting backwards, just enough to take in the site of her handy-work. And she was rather proud of what she had accomplished.
It didn�t matter to her that by morning, it would most likely be gone, due to the restorative properties of his demon body. She would know that it had been there, and that it had been made by none other than herself. By this time, her hands had undone the yellow and blue sash that was knotted at his waist, and his pants had been pushed down to his knees. As far as she could move them, while he kneeled on top of her. And what occurred next would surprise her even further.

His hand had come to the back of her head, and he had pushed her head downwards and towards himself. Not roughly so, but with enough force to urge her into compliance. And to note that her face was now held before the sizable organ between the Demon Lord�s legs was more than enough to make her blush, once more�
�Suck me�� He hissed down at the Taijiya. �Suck him�? She was in awe of such a command. He�d never asked, or rather, permitted her to do so before. Despite having made past attempts to do so, he had always held her at bay. She had assumed it was simply a matter of trust, that he wasn�t quite able to trust her to such an extent yet. But it appeared that, that was no longer the case. She had to stop herself from smiling, though she smiled inwardly, all the same. She had little experience in doing such things, but she had been eager to practice upon him.
She nodded her head in compliance, and the pressure of his hand upon her head was eased off. Her fingers came to curl about the base of that glorious member in front of her. Giving a tender squeeze to the still flaccid cock, causing it to swell just slightly in her hand as blood began to course through it. Heating it more and more within her grasp. Her lips pressed to the softness of his member. Caressing the tip of his member with her soft and supple lips. Then down along the shaft. Applying kisses of worship and affection to the muscle which would soon be placed inside of her.
Her hand beginning to make slow, and full strokes. Up and down over the length of him. Raising his member upwards, just enough for her to drag her tongue slowly up and down along the under-belly of his cock. Licking her way over his entire length, before bringing her lips to the small bunching of fore-skin, just beneath the head of him, and suckling at the sensitive patch of skin. Rolling it between her lips and her tongue. Suckling at it like a child at the nipple of it�s mother, before releasing it, and then swirling her tongue over the crowning rim of his cock.
She smiled in endless satisfaction as his member began to twitch within her grasp. Pulsing as the head started to swell. He was becoming erect beneath the ministrations of her tongue and hand. And the very fact that he was becoming erect because of her brought her self-satisfaction, the likes of which she had never before experienced. Her lips parted and eyes closed as she at last took the head of him into her mouth. Lips sealing just beneath the outward-jutting rim of his head, suckling at the tip of it wantingly, while her tongue proceeded to make quick sweeps over the tip of him. Suckling harder and deeper, while her tongue swirled and caressed over the sensitive head of his cock.
Groaning with satisfaction as he grew ever harder in her mouth. Her head moving down further and further. Taking inch after inch of him into her mouth. Sucking at his length like a child at candy. Beginning to run her tongue up and down over the length of him, moistening him with her saliva for the necessary lubrication to get him further into her mouth., until about half of him had been engulfed in her mouth, and already, he was near the back of her throat.
It came without surprise to her that she was having trouble taking anymore of him, than that. He was a full Eleven-Inches in length, and around three-and-a-half inches in girth. He was a Youkai, after all. Intended for mating with a female Youkai. And it only made sense that a female demon would be able to take more, with less strain, than a mortal woman. But that didn�t stop her from trying.
With strain, she inhaled deeply through her nostrils. Taking in one final, deep breath of air, before she would push onwards. Counting each inch to herself as it went into her throat. Her eyes shutting as she attempted to keep them from watering. How she resented her gag-reflex, at that moment. Seven inches, then Eight. Her throat began to tighten around him squeezing at the organ in a desperate attempt to swallow the intruding member in her throat. Nine inches, her eyes were dripping with tears from the repeated gags of her throat, but she forced herself to suck at him, still.
The sounds of his grunts, of his animal-like groaning and growling drove her on. �That�s right, Sesshoumaru� squirm for this Demon Slayer� Moan for me�� she thought to herself. This may very well be the only chance she had to assert her �dominance� over him� To make him be the one to do the squirming, for her� And she planned on exploiting it for as long as she could. Despite how difficult it may be. Her lips had created a vacuum-tight seal around him.
Audible sucks slirch�s coming from within her mouth as she began to pump her head back and forth. Bobbing her head back and forth on his length and using the tightly constricting muscles within her throat to milk his organ for all she was worth. Her eyes opening and staring up towards the face of the Dai-Youkai. Watching carefully each reaction he gave. Each expression upon his face, and it was doing wonders to arouse her. She could feel the heated moisture building between her legs.
Her own arousal growing immensely, from the noises of pleasure that her InuYoukai lover was making. His groans and pants. His moans and grunts. All of it was driving her crazy, to the point where she couldn�t take it, any longer. Her lips unsealed from around him and she quickly drew her head back. Gasping for breaths of air, while taking note that Sesshoumaru�s face had grown considerably red from his overflowing lust. His cock now stood completely erect, and pulsing before her.
She had no intentions of waiting for him to undress her, for fear that he would do it in such and agonizingly slow way, that it would drive her insane. She quickly pulled open the front of her Yukata, hurriedly parting it and pulling it, and the kimono she wore from her body. Having elected to leave her battle-kimono at the camp-site, this time. Leaving her now completely naked for Sesshoumaru�s scrutinizing gazes. She had been about to lay on her back once more, when she felt that iron-clad grip of Sesshoumaru�s about her wrist.

A quick yank forward, and the Taijiya found herself on top of him so fast that it had left her momentarily disoriented. Her thighs were quickly spread, again, at the hands of Sesshoumaru. And his hands came to her waist. Grasping her hips firmly and then guiding her down. And down, she went. Her hips sinking down against his own, until she felt the head of that glorious demon-cock at the opening of her womanhood. She attempted to push herself down and take him into her, but found herself resisted by immensely strong hands.
�B� But� why?� The Taijiya whined in protest. Pleading for mercy from this terminative lord, only to find his lips were inches from her ear� �Beg This Sesshoumaru� Beg for me, inside of you.� The tone in his voice made her shudder and whine. Her hips wriggling helplessly in his grasp. The tender, already moist lips of her womanhood. Trying desperately to force herself onto him, yet to no avail� �Please�!! P� Please, Lord Sesshoumaru-Sama�� She pleaded and begged. Grunting as she was forced to contain her lust and want, further detoured from her satisfaction.
�P-please!! Let me have you�! I� I want� you inside of me�! I� I need you!� The Demon�s lips curled into a very uncharacteristic smirk. Those were the precise words he had wanted to hear. �I need you.� His hands relinquished their hold on her, and her hips came crashing down. His member jutting upwards and quickly filling the emptiness within her. Her head was thrown back and she had to fight back her screams of ecstasy, lest she should awaken a certain half-demon, and send him running after them.
Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, to the point where she felt she would bite through it. Her hips squirming back and forth, rocking against his own. Riding the Youkai for all that she could. Gyrating and swiveling and rolling her hips. Pushing herself up and down onto him. Bouncing herself upon his lap in slow, firm pumps. Taking him, in his entirety, inside of her. The full length of him delving into her waiting depths. Her pre-orgasmic juices coating and wetting him. Lubricating him to the point where he slid in and out of her with ease.
His hips had begun to thrust upwards. Driving himself deeper and deeper inside of her cunt. His pants and grunts mixing with her own. Filling the silent, night air around them with the sounds and smell of their sex. His claws grazing over her flesh as he took hold of her hips. Pulling her down against him, before moving to grasp a more supportive area of her body. Her ass. His hands clutched at her backside. Pushing it down until it was angled almost flatly against him, and holding her steady as he drilled himself relentlessly upwards and into her.
His hips like pistons, moving fast and hard, causing her to squeal her muffled squeals as she attempted to keep herself reasonably volumed. Though she felt it was a losing battle. How she wanted scream for him. To cry his name, to stir every sleeping creature in the forest with the sounds of her passion, of the pleasure he riveted through her body. Her palms groped over his body. Fondling at his chest and grasping at the firm, muscular flesh. She felt no better than the perverted monk.

But somehow, that thought only made her want to do it more. She groped over the muscles of his body. Grasping his sides, his shoulders, his chest and his hips. She didn�t know which part of him she wanted to touch more. He looked absolutely delicious, and she felt like a child in a castle filled with sweets. Her hips pushed back down, accommodating his hands as they pushed her down. Pressing against him until he was no longer exiting her with each thrust. He remained constantly inside of her, with his hips still jerking upwards into her. Making her grunt and wail with every jackhammer-like thrust.
Her eyes widened in climax, as orgasmic sensation crashed through her body. Sending her into convulsions of ecstasy and intense pleasure. Her fluids seeping from inside of her, giving his cock a second coating of lubrication. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as his hips finally slowed in their thrusts. She hadn�t even noticed that the force of his thrusting had elevated her, and his hips from the ground. His body was arched, with a good foot or so between his lower-back and the ground. Though he slowly lowered back down to lay flat upon it, once more.
His legs bending at the knee. Pressing his thighs to her backside as he began to rock them back and forth again. Slowly pumping himself inside of her. Moving in and out of her once more. Her hips being pushed back and forth across his lap, pulling his organ with them, with each sway. Her lips curled into a slow smile as she stared down at him through half-lidded eyes. The pink colored of her painted eye-lids was shown just slightly, as she smiled at him in a daze. Releasing a sigh of contentment as she melted onto him, once more. Laying flat against his chest, her head resting upon his shoulder.
Slowly, her hips began to work in unison with his own. Pulling away as he pulled back, then pushing down as he pushed forward. Helping him in his rhythm as she rocked back and forth atop his body. Groaning her delight into his ear, before she began to nibble at the pointed appendage. Purring in a feline-manner as her hips melded with his own. Moments passed, though the pleasure within each made it seem like mere seconds in the Taijiya�s mind. Again, his pumps had become steady thrusts. Her eyes closed and she curled her arms about his neck.
Clutching him tightly against herself as she elicited another moan for his listening pleasure. Her eyes squinting as she bit her lip. Grunting and pushing back down against him, increasing the force of his thrusts once again. Pushing him deeper into her, the feel of him against her g-spot becoming more and more prominent, until her body thrashed against his once more. Writhing in pleasure as a second orgasm crashed through her. Gods, he was amazing to her. Her eyes tearing from the strain of her bodies convulsions. Her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, within the illumination of the moons light.
Though this time, his thrusts increased, rather than subsided. She knew what this meant, and her hips began to rub against his own once more. Quickly gyrating herself from side to side. Swirling and circling her hips against his own. Moaning and panting, her breasts bouncing upon her chest with the force of each thrust.

Sending pleasure rippling up through her entire being as she crashed back down against him. Panting and groaning as her mouth hung agape. Tongue helplessly protruding from her mouth, moistening her lips, before she would force herself back up to a sitting position. Pushing her full weight down onto him each time she drove down against his upward thrusts.
The expressions upon his face. The way his eyes would clench shut. The firmness of how he held her and the way his face contorted was all the warning she needed. Sango�s body tightened, clenching her muscles around him as she milked his organ, giving him more sensation within her, until at last, the Dai-Youkai released an animalistic grunt. Almost roaring into the night as he climaxed. His seed gushing forth in thick ropes of his liquid essence. Spewing into the Taijiya�s womanhood with every pulse and twitch it made.
Filling her to the brim with his seed, and causing her to shudder at the delightful sensation. Her lips curling into a slowly forming smile, remembering the other reason, her favorite reason that Sesshoumaru had chosen the night of the full moon. It meant the start time of the month before she began to ovulate. Ensuring that he could cum inside of her, without the risk of her impregnation. And again, she was reminded of just how intelligent the Dai-Youkai truly was�
Her eyes opened slowly and she gazed down at him, content with the feeling of his fluids mixing with her own, before they would slowly seep from her cunny and down his shaft� Her body leaning forwards, an arm moving around his neck, while her other hand slowly brushed through his bangs. Pushing them back and away from his brow, having been plastered to him with the sweat from their sex� �Have I satisfied you, my Lord Sesshoumaru?�
She coo�d into his ear with a somewhat self-satisfied tone of voice. Nuzzling her face to his own, as she lay herself on top of him. Pushing herself down onto his length once more, until it was fully submerged inside of her again. The Dai-Youkai merely grunted his approval of her performance. As always, too proud to verbally admit to the immense satisfaction and pleasure that the Taijiya had provided him with. Though she was more than satisfied with that little grunt.
She lingered on top of him for a number of moments, before reluctantly deciding that it was time she head back. Lest she should risk being missed, and the two of them being discovered. She began to pull herself off of him, when she felt another tug at her shoulder. Having been thrown off balance by the pull, she toppled back down onto him, only to have her chin grasped, and her face brought to his.

She�d been about to voice her protest of his actions, considering that it had become very late. But she soon forgot any and all complaints as her lips were claimed by Sesshoumaru�s, once more. Her eyes slowly fell closed again and she reveled in the afterglow of their sex. Her lips applying pressure back onto his own, returning the kiss once again, while her fingers found themselves, again, lost in a sea of silvery-blue silk.
Enthralled in the feel of his hair as it sifted between her fingers. Gathering them in her grasp, only to let them slip down through them once more, like liquid silk. She was absolutely obsessed with that wonderful feeling, and had continued to play with it in a child-like state of fascination, even after he had broken their kiss, once more� She gave a dreamy sigh, before slowly pulling herself off of him once again, and then bringing herself to a standing position. Eliciting a rather large yawn, before kneading at the corner of her eye with her hand. She was exhausted, but it had been well worth it.
She took to gathering her clothes and re-dressing herself, while Sesshoumaru did the same. Dawning his kimono, armors and swords once more, the Taijiya grinned before slinking back over in his direction, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind and squeezing him tightly, before letting him go once more� �Same time, next month�?� She asked while staring in the Dai-Youkai�s direction.
�Hn�� He murmured quietly in response. His back to her before he would turn to face her once more. Sango�s stomach fluttered with that familiar feeling of butterflies when he began to walk to her once again. The only part she liked about the two of them parting from one another again� Sesshoumaru�s fingers clutched to either side of her chin. Tipping it so she would gaze directly into those stern, golden eyes of his, before he would lean down and place his lips to her ear� �Do not forget that you belong to This Sesshoumaru� None shall have you, but me.�
She shuddered in delight, nodding her understanding to him, before watching as he turned once more and began to walk away. Continuing to watch, until he had disappeared into the shadows of the trees. It wasn�t exactly an �I love you.� But the memory of those words that he had spoken to her, even after the first time they had �mated� was enough to make her happy until the next full-moon� �And you� are mine�� She whispered to herself, for the sake of hearing it, before grasping her Hiraikotsu, and heading back towards camp.

~*End.*~
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