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New Moon	By : Miara Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 10661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bad Timing
Any careful observer - it would have to be a careful observer to survive taiyoukai's presence - would describe the Lord of the West using words like elegant, remote, and dangerous. Also predy, gy, graceful, sadistic, fastidious, sexy, frigid, terrifying, pristine, psychotic, and controlled, but we shall leave the vocabulary exercise for another day. Back to Sesshoumaru.
The elegant, remote, dangerous youkai lord who right now... wasn't any of those things.
Instead, Sesshoumaru was dishevelled, limping, and cursing life, theversverse, and every last female ever born, not excepting Rin, as he staggered away from the scene of his latest victory.
He was not in a good mood.
Until an hour ago, it had been a pleasantly calm and enjoyable night. Rin was asleep and silent, for once. Jaken was elsewhere and inoffensive, for once. Any possible enemies were cowering in the shadows in dread fear of the venomous lord, but he felt no desire for a fight, so that was also pleasing.
And then she showed up.
The female.
The female inuyoukai.
The female inuyoukai, in heat.
The female inuyoukai, in heat, who wanted to mate.
The female inuyoukai, in heat, who wanted to mate, with the Lord of the West.
The female inuyoukai, in heat, who wanted to mate, with the Lord of the West, and who wouldn't take no for an answer.
Damn all females.
Sesshoumaru collapse awkwardly against the trunk of a nearby tree. He supressed a growl as his body throbbed, a multitude of cuts and bruises blending with the sexual fever incited by the blasted female's heat to form a crescendo of pain. He had destroyed the bitch, refusing to allow his instincts to trap him in an undesired, undesirable mating, but the effect of her scent would linger for hours, leaving him desperate to rut with any female who crossed his path.
Kagome stomped along the path that lead from Kaede's village to the Bone Eater's well. She was frustrated, and irritated, and ready to scream.
It had been a pleasant day. No rumors of shards had arisen to send them racing across the Japanese countryside. No Naraku had arisen to torment them with their various pains. It was the day before the new moon, and Inuyasha wanted to stay somewhere familiar and safe for a change. Miroku had kept his hands to himself, and even Shippou had been less mischevious than normal, leaving the group to relax in the almost unprecedented absence of squabbling.
And then he showed up.
Kouga.
The wolf youkai who wouldn't take no for an answer.
So of course, rather than let Kagome handle things, Inuyasha had to start a massive brawl. The fight had resulted in the destruction of several huts in the village, and the trampling of at least one farmer's field before Kouga had finally left.
At which point Inuyasha had the gall to growl at her and complain that she was letting the wolf youkai distract her from their quest.
Which was normal, and wouldn't have been a problem except ...
That was when she showed up.
Kikyou.
Kagome's pre-incarnation and Inuyasha's first love.
So of course Inuyasha had to run off after her, immediately and completely forgetting the supremely important quest he was in the middle of lecturing Kagome about. He was gone before she could even sit him.
Damn all males, Kagome thought. And all walking corpses too.
She was going to go home, take a nice hot shower and sleep in a nice soft bed. And maybe release some of that other frustration that she was having to ignore more often now that she and Inuyasha seemed to have increased the pace of their game of "he loves me, he loves me not."
She was nearing the well when the night sounds suddenly fell silent.
Kagome froze, instincts honed by long years of running into and away from demons warning her that something dangerous was near. She extended her senses, trying to find whatever had disturbed the night creatures, and found a familiar, coldly powerful presence approaching rapidly from ahead of her.
"Dammit, why now?" she asked the gods as she began to retreat hurriedly along the path she had just crossed, hoping that Sesshoumaru would pass by the village with no trouble. Her foot caught on a partially buried rock on the trail, and she stumbled. Before she could recover her balance, a white-clad arm encircled her, lifting her to her feet and pressing her back against a taut male form.
The taiyoukai had arrived.
"Hello, Sesshoumaru." Kagome stated evenly, trying to keep calm. Screaming would only get her killed more quickly.
"Miko." The tone of his greeting startled her. His voice was ragged and low, nearly a growl.
What...? she wondered, and was further surprised when he drew a deep breath, pulling her closer for a brief moment before letting her go. Oh, Gods, she thought as she realized what she had felt pressing into her in that instant of contact.
The youkai lord was sexually aroused. And he was circling her slowly, his long silken hair brushing gently against her skin as he sniffed her, sampling her scent. Kagome felt a chill run through her at the brief contact, fear and something hotter colliding somewhere low in her stomach and washing away rational thought.
Sesshoumaru was a beautiful male. Kagome had always known that, in an abstract sort of way. But the thought took on more immediacy as his posture and the sound of his growls let her know that he found her appealing as well, and that he intended to do something about it.
Just as her faltering mind reached that conclusion, she felt sharp fangs graze lightly up the side of her neck, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but enough to send shivers of trepidation over her skin. His hot breath licked at her ear, and she swallowed a moan as she heard him murmur a single syllable into the delicate pink shell.
"Run."
As Sesshoumaru spoke he gave the priestess a gentle push. She needed no second invitation. Raw reflex drove her away from the predator behind her and into the darkened woods as though she had been fired from a cannon. Branches whipped at her exposed skin as she passed, raising red welts, but she barely felt them. A flash of white appeared to her left and she veered away from it instinctively, moving deeper into the woods.
A part of Kagome knew that she wouldn't be able to get away, that Sesshoumaru was merely playing with her. There was no way she could outrace the inhuman lord. Her common sense warned her to scream and hope her friends could rescue her in time. Something else kept her quiet.
Perhaps it was blind panic that kept her reacting instead of thinking. Perhapswas was the shock of having the cold, contained Sesshoumaru following her with something other than murder on his mind. Or perhaps it was the tiny part of her that exulted in being pursued by an attractive male who obviously wanted her, Kagome.
Whatever it was, it kept her quiet as she raced through the woods. She heard a footfall behind her and dodged to the left, just in time to avoid a lunge. She spun around a tree, a breathless laugh falling from her lips as she kept the obstacle between them. This was fun!
The standoff lasted only a few seconds: there was a green glow and the tree vanished into a cloud of acid and splinters. Kagome shrieked and jumped back, trying to regain the lost ground, but it was too late. Sesshoumaru lecaptcapturing her by the waist and dragging them both to the ground.
Kagome found herself on her back, staring up at her captor, fascinated by the emotions showing on his usually blank face. Triumph glowed in his golden eyes, and the exhilaration of having captured his prey, as he brought his mouth down on hers, claiming it in a demanding kiss. Caught up in the moment, Kagome responded, parting her lips and darting her tongue out to taste him, causing him to growl ln hin his throat.
He tasted of thunderstorms, she thought dazedly as he invaded her mouth, devouring every last corner. She tried to break away to breathe, but he snarled and kept her in place until she went limp under him, dizziness sweeping through her. As she stopped fighting he lifted his head, a rumble of approval coming from his throat.
For a moment they stared into each other's eyes.
"Why?" she asked, searching for answers in his face.
"Because this Sesshoumaru wishes it," he informed her.
"I'm human," she pointed out, well aware of his opinion of her 'inferior kind.'
He growled warningly. "For this night it matters not," he told her, and she could hear the truth in his words. For a suspended heartbeat Kagome tried to convince herself to stop this now, while it might still be possible, but she was young and primed to mate, and the chase and capture had brought primitive impulses to life in her. She surrendered to the night, and to him, dragging his mouth back down to hers. She could see the surprise in his eyes before hers closed and she lost herself in the kiss.
His head lifted again and Kagome whimpered with loss. Before she could lunge up after him, she felt a tug at her shirt, and suddenly it was being pulled over her head, leaving her breasts covered only by a tiny lace bra.
"Beautiful," she heard him whisper aslowelowered his head to catch a taut peak between his lips, drawing strongly on it through the scratchy fabric. Another whimper broke in her throat and she arched up, pressing her soft flesh more firmly against him, wordlessly begging for more of the rapture inducing touch.
"You like that?" he asked with a husky chuckle that told her he already knew what her answer would be. The hot caress of his breath over her barely covered skin sent heat streaking down to the base of stomstomach, as though there was a direct connection from her breasts to her groin.
"Yes," she moaned, lifting her hands to try to unfasten the front clasp of the bra. "Please..." her voice broke off as he caught his hands ins, ps, pressing them gently down on the grass by her shoulders.
"Keep them there," he ordered firmly as he used his clawed hand to tear at the delicate fabric, shredding it in seconds and exposing her breasts to his heated gaze.
"All right," she panted, willing to do anything to keep him from stopping. He blew at the newly naked flesh, and Kagome felt her nipples draw even tighter under the stream of heated air. The ephemeral touch wasn't enough though, she needed more. "But touch me, please Sesshoumaru. I want your mouth on me again."
He complied, bending once more to the soft mounds, capturing one dusty pink nipple between his teeth and savaging it gently as his hand came up to tease at the other breast. Heat gathered under his touch, driving everything but pleasure from her thoughts. She twisted, ng tng to get closer to the wet friction, panting and whimpering when he sucked one breast into his mouth as though he would devour it whole. Sesshoumaru rumbled his approval, the vibrations passing into her and joining the swirling tension building in her core.
His lips and fingers were everywhere, learning her curves, discovering places that made her moan and beg for more. Her throat was sensitive, they discovered, the feel of his mouth pressing hard over her throbbing pulse causing her to shriek and jerk under his touch. He opened his mouth farther, pressing his fangs into her soft flesh until the skin broke, drawing a drop of sweet, salty blood to the surface.
"Ah!" she cried as he licked the precious fluid away, obviously savoring the taste of her. The knowlege that it pleased him pleased her, and she tilted her head back to give him better access as his lips tugged at the small wound, drawing another bead. She was so distracted by the exchange that she didn't notice the hand gliding down her flat belly until it stopped to dip into the indentation of her navel, discovering even more sensitive nerve endings to torment.
"Please, Sesshoumaru," she begged, raising her hands to weave them through his hair, pulling him over her so she could rub up against him, glorying in the feel of hisid wid weight pressing down into her softness. Her hands reached down to tug at Sesshoumaru's haori, wanting to give him the kind of pleasure he was giving her. He growled his displeasure and raised his head. The cold night air on her wet nipples was an erotic contrast to the heat of his mouth, distracting Kagome until she almost missed hearing his words.
"What did I tell you?" he demanded, staring commandingly into her dazed eyes.
Kagome moaned, lost without his touch. She frantically tried to remember what he had asked her. Why had he stopped touching her? What did he want her to do?
The answer broke into her mind, and she pouted, lowering her hands obediently from where they were trying to find a way under his outer garment to press them back against the ground. But I want to touch him too, she thought sulkily.
As though reading her mind, Sesshoumaru lifted himself off her, his hands going to the fastenings of his clothing. Several practiced movements later they fell away, baring his torso to her avid gaze. Her fingers twitched at the sight, begging to caress his muscular chest and shoulders, to explore the line where a temporary arm was grafted to the stump Inuyasha had left him with in that fight so long ago.
A feral grin crossed the youkai lord's face and he reached out to draw one clawed finger across her nearest palm, sending a rush of sensation up her arm that had her closing her eyes and shuddering with pleasure.
"Are you going to keep them down?" he asked huskily, daring her to admit the truth.
Her eyes locked with his, and Kagome shook her head slowly, defiantly. The decision made, she let her hands rise from the ground, dragging them up the soft skin of his stomach to twirl her fingers around the flat nipples that adorned his broad chest. She nearly purred with pleasure at the feel of his tauscluscles, but Sesshoumaru growled, shivering under her touch, and then drew back, catching up something from the ground beside him.
"We'll have to do something about that then, won't we," he told her tauntingly. "After all, you did promise." His hands caught at hers, and she felt silk wrap around one wrist. Before she could process what had happened, he had tied one end of his obi around her wrist and was lowering her arm to lie beside her head. With a few quick flicks of his wrist he had the sash wrapped around her neck and was fettering her remaining hand. Goal achieved, the demon lord drew back to examine his captive.
Kagome shifted uneasily at this turn of events, suddenly aware of just what she was doing, and with who. "Sesshoumaru?" she asked uncertainly, only to be answered with a predatory smile, and the return of his hand to her breasts. He captured one soft mound in his hand, squeezing it firmly, and Kagomened ned as a mixture of excitement and fear shot through her, amplifying her arousal.
"That's better," he told her, his touch soothing as he stroked the memory of his roughness away. Kagome relaxed, reassured somewhat by the gentle touch. He watched her carefully as she tugged at the silken bonds, trying to free herself. She quickly discovered that any attempt to loose her hands resulted in her cutting off her air supply when the loop around her throat tightened. She was trapped, she realized, and completely at the mercy of a youkai known to have none.
"Sesshoumaru?" she asked again, her voice becoming a bit shrill as she felt nervousness begin to overcome her arousal. She kept her wary eyes were glued to his every movement when he brought his hair over his shoulder, letting it fall onto her body. He shook his head, sending her sensitized nerves into a frenzy as the silver strands danced across her skin. She shivered under the tiny caresses, and he took it as a sign to proceed.
"I like you this way," he told her as he lowered his mouth to hover over her breasts, letting his breath caress them as he spoke. "Naked," he licked one stiff tip, "defenseless," he kissed the other, not so gently. Kagome shuddered and tried to retreat, but there was nowhere for her to go. "Mine to take," he continued, rolling the words off his tongue, savoring them and the image of her spread beneath him. Golden eyes locked with her confused ones as he closed his fingers tightly around one engorged peak, clamping down hard until she cried out in pain.
Just when Kagome was about to give in to panic, he freed her and drew the injured nub into his mouth, his tongue gently lapping away the pain. The relief was overwhelming, washing through her in a wave, and Kagome heard herself cry out when he returned to carefully nipping and nibbling down from the tormented nipple into the valley between her breasts. Smothered passion sparked back to life, rushing through her like wildfire as he kissed a spiral up the other soft mound, nearing the other sensitive crest. Her need for him swept away her fear and made her forget vulnerable position. Kagome gave herself up to the sensations he was creating in her body, allowing mindlessness to consume her.
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