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Oral Fixation	By : naqaashi Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 5606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Oral Fixation
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The very last thing a girl needs when she��s
losing her virginity, Kagome reflected, was her partner looking downright
terrified of getting down and dirty somewhere in the middle of the act.

��If I can gag
myself on that over-sized baseball bat you like to refer to as your manhood,
Sesshoumaru, I don��t see why my lady parts should remind you of bogey pits,��
she pointed out, as calmly as she could when heavily aroused and entirely
naked.

And with an equally naked, though
considerably less aroused - and growing lesser so by the minute - demon lord,
nestled comfortably between her legs, one hand holding her hips down while the
other was glued to his mouth in horrified protest.

"Wiff
feffumahuf fanfsh aw anewus oo au wawi bawf."

"I don't speak
Zongowudian, Sesshoumaru. Now get that mouth down below. Now."

He removed his palm from his mouth long
enough to bite out, "I said, you foolish girl, that this Sesshoumaru's fangs
are dangerous to your lady parts."

Now that ground those nice lovely fantasies
of oral sex to a screeching, shuddering halt. But he had a point, the young priestess
conceded. Two points, in fact. Two
very long, very sharp, very pointy, very sexy-to-look-at-but-very-hazardous-to-heath-points.

But she was still aroused, damn it! And no
way in this Naraku-free world was she going to sleep with the most gorgeous
creature in all time and not come back with a good, no-holds-barred story for
her girlfriends! So she fixed the object of her lust with a firm sneer. "And
perhaps they're dangerous only because you failed Technique 101."

Gritting his teeth to prevent himself
taking a nice bite out of her where she didn't need things bitten, Sesshoumaru
nonetheless noted the raw arousal in her eyes. Dark and smoky, gleaming
prussian with lust. And he watched, interested, as they deepened to near black
when he brushed his fingers over her wet core, stroking and petting her to the
point of near-orgasm.

Unfortunately for the orally inexperienced
demon, that was going to backfire very soon. And life, as he knew it, was going
to take a detour to places better left alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kagome was burning. Burning with desire and
pleasure and the trembling, leg-spasming feeling of an orgasm resting just one
dexterous stroke away. But her brain had been so fixated on being pushed to
come with strokes from such a very different appendage than the one that was
currently applying its considerable skill to her clitoris, that she Just.
Could. Not. Do. It. The old obstinacy kicked in, as did a desire to feel some
tongue.

If she wasn't so desperate for a good
licking, she knew she'd have doubled over laughing at the dumbfounded look on
Sesshoumaru's face when she went from moaning, writhing, musky woman to
shoving, glaring, heaving feminist. So....he wasn't going to give her what she
wanted, was he? Appease her with second prize when a long, hot, moist, playful
trophy was sitting idle and begging to be used, was he?

She'd damn well take care of her pussy
herself!

Sesshoumaru watched, pupils going rounder
and wider and all-over-gape-y-er as the clumsy, awkward priestess he knew and
wanted to screw stood up before him, splaying her legs wide.

Then she bent over backwards. Ninety
degrees.

Then she bent over some more, till her back
and her backside were pressed flat against each other, hands finding purchase
on her ankles.

He could see her mons, glistening and
inviting, and behind that were her neck and head, dangling upside down between
the juncture at the apex of her thighs.

He watched as she proceeded to curl back in
on herself till she resembled a wheel.

The point of juncture?

Her mouth, coming up to meet her mound in
blissful abandon.

"Aaaahhhmmmm....."

And he continued to watch, fascinated and
disturbed, as she put that eager little tongue to much anticipated use on those
quivering lips and that throbbing nub. As she flicked the tip of her tongue
over the entrance to her vagina, then undulated the flat of it over and around
her clitoris. As she nibbled gently on her delicate inner lips, and gently
grazed the little button at their apex. As her lips moved swiftly to capture
leaking trails of her essence, then kissed and stroked leisurely paths back to
her clit, bussing it affectionately, teasingly. As she thrust into her vagina
with that short, active tongue and then fastened her whole mouth over her clit,
suckling on it firmly, her moans and cries of hedonistic want sending little
rumbling vibrations through the tiny organ, till her entire body rocked back
and forth on the bed, trembling with pleasure, trembling, trembling, and then
shuddering into sharp waves of orgasm.

She slowly unfurled herself, eyes catching
his own. Blue - shimmering with newly sated desire, they darkened once again as
she picked up on the startled arousal in his own golden irises.

��That��s how it��s done,�� she
breathed, legs falling open as she moved to lie before him, nipples pebbling as
his fingers reached out of their own accord, gently rolling one and then the
other. Without further thought, his mouth followed, bathing the points with his
tongue, kissing the valley between with rough strength, stoking her body to
need once more. He reached down to let his fingers skitter over her clit,
inserting one long digit into her to simulate the motions of his cock.

Unable to bear any more of the delicious
teasing, Kagome began rolling her hips, groaning helplessly, pleading for the
demon to fill her with his girth.

"......come...into
me...," she gasped, frantically straining up to catch the head of his manhood
just as he pushed down and slid into her clenching heat, a harsh groan pulled
from his lips as he waited for her to adjust. Which she did with surprising
swiftness, and soon her vulva was grinding against the base of his cock in a
plea for more, as he pushed and pulled, shafting her with slow intensity till
she crested, then slowly quickening his thrusts and increasing the force with
which he slapped against her nub, reaching frantically for orgasm. It broke over
them without enough warning, they felt, sending her spasming and arching
beneath his mouth on her breast and his hands at her hips, squeezing the seed
from his body in heavy jerks as her wetness tightened and clutched at him,
massaging his hard length till his whole spine shook with the force of pleasure
releasing itself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was the eighth cliche Kagome had
proved this week.

Dogs are curious - Q.E.D.
Dogs like sniffing crotch - Q.E.D.
An old dog will refuse, point plank, to
learn a new trick - Q.E.D.
Dogs are horny bastards - Q.E.D.
A dog will lick his prick but never lick a
pussy - Q.E.D.
Dogs are pesky when they want to know
something - Q.E.D.
Dogs are stubborn - Q.E.D.

Except the fifth, of course. That was only
halfway true, but if a certain horny dog demon had his way, he��d rectify that
situation in a instant.

Or so he thought.

"You can't
learn that sort of yoga at your age, Sesshoumaru! You're too old," she ground
out, for perhaps the gazillionth time since she had obliged him with that
demonstration of self-pleasuring tactics. Typical
male, she huffed mentally; of course he'd want to know how to go about
doing it himself. To himself.

Well, shmuffle it. She watched in smug pleasure
as his face twitched between disappointment, denial and distemper. There was
something inherently satisfying about
knowing that you had topped the Killing Perfection at something. Especially
when it gave you the power to tell him to go sit in a corner at random moments
during sex and watch you tongue yourself to bliss-dom. And know that he could
never get you there himself, and worse - never get himself there either.

Now what did that say about his sexual prowess, she wondered......

He was good, she'd give him that.
Mind-blowingly good with his tongue and his cock.

But geographically challenged.

Too bad, so sad..... Well, perhaps she should put him out of his misery;
oral cowardice aside, it wasn't his fault he was born with oversized needles in
his mouth.

"Well....there
is something....." she speculated, looking him over, lips quirking in a slight
smirk. She was quite certain the
perfectionist dog would never, in a
thousand millenia, do what she was about to suggest.

Gold eyes snapped to immediate attention,
and he stood, tense and erect, humming with anticipation.

"....you could
always make like Marilyn Manson and get your lower ribs removed..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kagome sighed despondently, shuffling
through the aisles at the music store, eyes flicking over titles and dismissing
them just as fast.

One month. For exactly one glorious month,
she had believed that she would spend the rest of her life having the most
bone-quakingly pleasurable sex that any girl in either time could ask for. He
had been insatiable, curious, experimental, and the things he could do with
that manhood and those fingers!

Even if he continued to refuse to touch her
pussy with his tongue on grounds of giving her an involuntary piercing....or
have his ribs removed so at least she could watch him play with himself.

And now it was all gone.

Stupid
damn well and stupid damn jewel, she muttered
mentally - it was a constant refrain in her brain these days. But she hadn't
asked to be relocated from Sesshoumaru's dick to the well-house, had she?

And right when she had been so close to
coming, too! Rubbing yourself to pleasured bliss while simultaneously sobbing
with loss was not the best way to end a night, she had discovered.

And three months and numerous trashed
dildos later, she had discovered that the only way she could get herself to
come was if she went kamasutra yoga every night and repeated the performances
that Sesshoumaru had so adored - heated gaze locked on her tongue as it
cavorted over her cunt, cock stiffening ill it brushed his navel, precum
dribbling down the sides and promising them both long hours of ecstasy soon to
follow.

That, and she didn't think they had manufactured
a dildo yet to resemble Sesshoumaru's package.

Lost in mourning mutters, she continued her
trek past pop and alternate rock, then rounded the corner to hardcore rock.

And bumped into him.

Marilyn Manson.

"....Kagome....?!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What happened
to your face?!?!?!?!"

That was all she could get out, really,
with any coherency.

The once-stunning demon lord was. Ugly.

She twisted her head to the left, to the
right, below his pointy chin, into his sunken cheeks, top view, every-view;
didn't matter where she looked from. She couldn't find a single handsome spot
to ogle, in that goth-made-up face. Even his pecks didn't look the same
anymore!

The gothic star shifted on his feet,
mumbling something she couldn't quite catch. "Come again?"

"......."

"Sesshou..."
*glare* "Sorry, forgot we were in public! Marylin,
what the hell have you been doing for the last five hundred years to end up
looking like a sucked out puffer fish?!"

That earned her pointed glare and a huff.
Yet, there was something strangely appeased, almost post-orgasmic blissfulness
about that look. And the horror dawned on her.

"I am never,
ever, ever, ever eating myself out
again."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the end of the age of yoga, she
reflected sadly.

But oh, somewhere along the line the
rib-pulling must have worked, because the once shy dog demon had morphed into
one hell of a lip-smacking, tongue-busting, teeth-grinding, perfectionist of a
pussy-eater.

And oh boy...he had developed a distinct
taste for priestess-pussy.

A long, sinuous tongue unrolled itself in
her passage, flicking against the inner walls as he drove deeper in search of a
certain spot. Pointy, playful fangs scraping light torture at the sides of her
mound. Soft lips that she remembered so well soothing the slight burn with
little nips where his teeth doodled erotic graffiti around her hole. And a
blazing, wet, avid, eager mouth opening wide to cover her entire dripping vulva
and kissing it much as he would kiss her mouth. Suckle on clitoris, thrust into
vagina, rub against mons, flick and twist and roll and pull over thrumming nub.

Play.

Rewind.

Repeat.

Till with one final hard tug of that sinful
mouth, she came undone, screaming her release to the walls, to the ceiling, to
whoever had their ears glued to the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You are
getting those ribs replaced."

"And removing
that god-awful black lipstick."

"And I will
give you a blowjob once every decade."

".............."

"I refuse to
end up looking like a female version of you because your dick likes my mouth!"

"That it
does."

"You've
clearly had enough blowjobs to last you an eternity, you dirty dog, so clean
up, re-bone yourself, and maybe in another fifty years or so your face will
pull back out instead of looking like you vacuumed it from the inside and
forgot to turn off the plug."

"Or no more
priestess snatch. Ever."

"This Marilyn
will contact a surgeon and a stylist at once."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An
old dog will never learn a new trick - Q.E.D.

P.s.: It took exactly fifty-seven years and
three days for Sesshoumaru's face to get back to it's once pristine, sculpted,
gorgeous glory. Which occasion Kagome celebrated with a huge topless ball, as
she was finally freed from calling her great and terrible perfectionist of a
mate Mary in bed.
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