Of Traditional Futurity by ECCougar

Of Sugar and Plums

 A Demon Lord with an unsuspecting sweet tooth invites the pack to spend the last month of the year with him at a priestess' behest, and finds his addiction in the most innocent of places.

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There was a familiar spicy scent that mixed with the sweetness that wafted through the his stone fortress. The squealing laughter of children reverberated off its walls. Between Rin and the young kit of Inuyasha’s pack, there was enough joy to warm the usually chilled abode, suiting it’s usually chilly carriage. Additional servants had begun to arrive not long after Inuyasha’s pack had, and they were quickly making the mountain fortress into a more live-able winter shelter than what Inuyasha’s pack had been trudging through in the mountains. Inuyasha himself had made noises about how Kagome wanted to spend time up in the snow, and the rest was incessant whining that Sesshoumaru had no patience for. He’d merely agreed to allow them to keep company based on the undeniable bond the priestess’ kit had with Rin.

Rin did not do well when she was cooped up inside, and during the colder months he preferred to keep them close to the middle of his territory which happened to be extremely cold due to it’s altitude. This time last year, she had held back tears wanting to be outside playing. Now, as they ran down the halls chasing one another in a lively game of tag, Sesshoumaru appreciated his decision. Today, he was looking for the source of the sweet smell that lingered somewhere in this small fortress. His nose was leading him towards the ruckus where Inuyasha and his pack had settled.

“Quit it!” was shouted by a feminine voice. “If you keep opening the tin they’ll go stale and they won’t last through Christmas! I don’t know how to bake in these ovens here!”

Sesshoumaru pulled the screen door back and both Rin and Shippou bolted out of the room, brushing past him without a second thought. Inuyasha was grappling with the priestess for what looked to be a metal case of some sort, decorated in brilliant and vibrant blues and silver. The case, while it interrupted the sweet scent with the harsh tang of metal, was what held the scent piquing his curiosity.

“Priestess. What are you holding?”

His interruption had both Inuyasha and Kagome pausing and looking over, blinking in surprise at his sudden entrance. The monk and slayer sat in the corner, sipping hot tea as they looked on with interest.

“It’s my mother’s cream cheese frosted molasses cookies.”

Sesshoumaru’s head tilted as he plucked the box from her hand, which was held as high in the air as she could get it away from Inuyasha’s hands. She protested momentarily but was silenced by his finger in the air. He managed to pop the lid open and the deep inhale was truthfully one of the most pleasing things he’d ever scented in this era. He didn’t know how it was made, or what it was made with, but he delicately took one of the soft round discs covered in sticky, sugary white and sniffed it softly before tentatively licking the white topping. It came away on his tongue in a sweet, gently sour taste in his mouth that lingered and left him wanting more.

“You.. You bite it like a bun or a dumpling.” the priestess said, no longer paying any mind to Inuyasha’s grabbing. She shoved the half-demon’s face away with a muttered sit as she watched with rapt attention as he did as she instructed, and took a bite out of the confection, chewing thoughtfully. It was delicious. The darker portion of the cookie, as she had called it, was riddled with foreign spices and sweetness that complimented its flavor. To add to the myriad of almost overwhelming flavors and sweets, the subtle tang of the topping had his mouth watering and very nearly overwhelming.

Sesshoumaru had the occasional weakness to certain foods he found irresistible - and only his vassal and ward knew. He carefully buried any emotion as he lidded the square metal canister to hand it back to is owner and turned from the room with what was leftover of the sweet confection in his hand, sliding the door closed behind him to walk down the hall. He nipped at the remainder of the confection, savoring slowly it until the last bite was gone. He licked the leftover topping from his fingers and spared a glance over his shoulder when he heard the door click back open. The priestess’ head had peaked around the corner, watching him retreat. He tempered a smirk, but made a show of licking the last of the sweet treat from his thumb, laving his tongue over the digit before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it, still glistening with his saliva. She seemed flushed, and her stupefied look was pleasing. He made a mental note to return and request a batch be made in the presence of his cooks so they could make them for him on demand. 

*

  A few days later, Sesshoumaru noticed the priestess roving around the hallway with a differently colored tin, the top off as she nibbled on something that smelled sweet and salty. He approached slowly, noiselessly on bare feet as she shuffled towards the courtyard in a puffy looking thing she called a jacket. She had a silly cap with a ball on the top of it, and her throat wrapped in a scarf. Her body was covered in an odd fabric he was unfamiliar with, but wrapped around her like a second blue skin.

“What is this?” He inquired, knowing his voice rumbled right in her ear. The priestess started, and if not for his quick reflexes, would have dropped the tin she was holding. Nestled inside were more flat discs of what she called cookies, but these were light and yellow with crystals decorating the top in different colors.

“Butter cookies.”

“Hm. May we?”

She blinked at him and nodded slowly, picking one up with her hand and moving it back towards him.

He leaned over her shoulder and let the entire confection into his mouth, sucking her fingers of any of the remaining crystals as he pulled away from her fingers. He could hear the jump of her heart, saw her pulse pound in her throat. It was as appetizing as the sweet saltiness melting over his mouth. The pleasant crunch of the disc as he finished it, her scent mingling with the confection. Sesshoumaru was enjoying the rise he was getting from her.

“Another?” He asked softly, coming to stand in front of her. She pulled another small disc shaped like a dog and covered in sweet blue crystals, offering it to him. He repeated his motion from before, bending over to eat it directly from her hands. He chewed the sweet and swallowed, catching her wrist before she could pull away and licked his lips before taking each finger into his mouth and cleaning them of any remaining sweetness.

The priestess, a beacon of purity to the world’s people, watched him with hooded eyes as he cleaned her fingers. She smelled of carnal things, and to mix that with the sweetness of the treats she had brought with her was not something Sesshoumaru had considered mixing with his pleasures before.

“We enjoy these.”

She seemed too flustered to say anything as he released her wrist gently and continued to move down the hallway towards the snow covered gardens. He motioned for a servant to bring him a thicker hanten which was produced quickly and quietly. Sliding it over the already informal kimono, he pulled the zukin hood over his head and felt the crunching of the snow under his feet. It was certainly a strange preference - having the rest of him covered but letting the pads of his feet feel the velvety powder between his toes was strangely soothing. He heard Kagome’s kind voice name his servant and thank them as she passed by, as well as her following footsteps in the snow behind him. A soft crunch and the sweet smell of butter cookies accompanied her as she trailed after him.

“Uhm...” She spoke softly and he felt the faintest brush of heat where she seemed about to touch him. He turned his torso and looked down, raising a brow.

“Speak.”

He could see her eyes searching him, almost unsure of what to say. Normally, the raven haired priestess was unwieldy and vocal. Today was just filled pleasant surprises. While she fumbled for what to say, he eyed the drooping tin in her hand, and pulled his hands out of his sleeves to pluck another out of the tin, taking small savory bites of the treat. This gathered her attention again, and at first, she gave him the same reverent attention as she did when he ate her sweet treats. Then, she seemed to startle out of it. A giggle bubbled from her chest.

“You take such dainty bites.”

He snuffled at her, finishing the sweet and licking at his fingertips.

“It occurs to us that you have a limited supply. Gorging oneself on these will not make them last.”

Kagome shrugged and nodded.

“Fair enough. I could tell you how these ones are made, but I’ve never seen sugar in this era, so I doubt I could reproduce them. I’m pretty sure these are more a European thing than anything.”

Sesshoumaru blinked slowly. She was using words he’d never heard. Even some of the items she had around her were new to him, but it never daunted him. Due to their volatile nature, Inuyasha did not speak with him very often regarding his pack until recently, when teamwork had finally gotten rid of the main pestilence plaguing these lands. It had been a couple years, but with the new open line of communication, it made dealing with problems a touch easier. Sesshoumaru had the opportunity to build a small place for himself, and it wasn’t long before vassals came to offer their services. Each human and demon serving in the small fortress he’d built on the side of the mountain had come into his service voluntarily. In return, he patrolled the land and it was prosperous under his care.

When he had more than he could handle, he would find Inuyasha’s pack and steer them towards the problem. So far, they had been faithful to the people, and done as he had directed. Priestess Kagome was usually the one to push for their response in those matters. Her piety for the people influenced the group to act, and it was her bravery that had been responsible for most of the care of his lands. She didn’t know it; but the peace of his lands were owed more to her than he cared to admit.

It was the secondary reason as to why he had acquiesced to the pack’s request for accommodations on his lands.

And now, the dark haired priestess was before him, sharing confections from foreign lands, going so far as to offer to make them for him. Sugar was an uncommon, but not completely unheard of luxury.

“Tell us some of the other ingredients.”

She listed a few more things, some of which he considered carefully before kneeling down and gathering up a handful of pristine snow, packing it before standing and facing her.

“We will inquire in the kitchen. You should go warm yourself. Humans are susceptible to the cold, are they not?”

The priestess blinked at him as he took a bite out of the ball of snow he’d made for himself.

“Says the one with no shoes on eating snow. You’re a weird guy, Sesshoumaru.” She sighed as she shook her head and shuffled by him.

“We are Demon. Not man.” He reminded her softly, snow crunching between his fangs. He licked his lips, and she did the same before nodding and retreating to the warmth of the stone walls. He tossed the leftover over his shoulder and followed after a few minutes of watching snow fall over the mountainside. He called a servant over and requested the head cook. 

*

  Sesshoumaru’s dressing down seemed to have stunned the priestess. It wasn’t his usual silk, but then again, he couldn’t see the rationale behind wearing silk if he was going to sully it. Instead, he was in navy dyed cotton kimono, lined for winter. The cooking quarters were colder than usual, as they had been built with more ventilation for anything being smoked or fried. When the priestess arrived at his behest, she seemed surprised to see him so dressed.

“You look nice.” She assured him. He merely looked on with disinterest, motioning to the table. Ingredients were laid out for her, eggs, milk, butter, flour. Even a small sack of sugar had been procured for her. The priestess’s eyes seemed to water, and she blinked the moisture away and grabbed his hand unexpectedly.

“Thank you, Lord Sesshoumaru. You’ve been so welcoming and gracious with your home.” She clasped his cool hand in her two unexpectedly warm ones, looking into his eyes as no mortal before her had without showing dread or awe. Sesshoumaru slowly retracted his hand.

“It is of no consequence. Do you remember the recipe used for any of what you brought?”

She nodded.

“I actually think I can make the butter cookies work with what you gave me. Why don’t you lend me a hand?”

He moved where she moved, retrieved the objects she had requested, and at some point, they had made what she was looking to make, with a couple small things she’d added here and there from that garish bag she carried with her everywhere. The sweetened dough was soft, squishing between his fingers. He went to taste the soft substance and a loud slap resounded in the room as the Priestess smacked his hand hard enough it startled him into dropping the small piece. He glared at the offender, who had her one hand on her hip and the other shaking her finger at him.

“No snacking until they’re done!”

He growled at her and she pointed her finger.

“Don’t get huffy. We don’t even know if it worked yet. And we have to bake in an open air oven, which I’ve never even done before!”

He snorted but made no other motion while she was watching. She went out to the oven and the tatami swung as she left. Sesshoumaru snuck a small piece away from the excess and savored it, rolling the flavors in his mouth. There was a missing tone of sweetness, but it was buttery and sweet all the same. The priestess bustled back in and began rolling the dough into small circles and put it on the board that would be going into the oven outside.

Once they were finished, she carefully placed the board back into the heat of the oven. It took a mere few minutes, but at some point the priestess was satisfied with the scent as she removed them and had a delighted smile on her face.

“Okay - I’m going to let these cool for a minute, and then you can be the judge.” She said, placing the hot paddle atop a clay pot. He watched the small round lumps cool and once again, was tempted to eat the steaming piece of dough. She was eyeing him intently though, and sneaking something was no an option with a limited number of baked goods. He inwardly huffed, but stood nearly at attention in anticipation. Once they were cooled enough, she slid the pieces off the paddle into the bowl she had the paddle resting on and motioned for him to give one a try.

The piece was almost sensually warm between his fingers, steaming and crumbling lightly. He took the first gentle nibble, and the salty flavor of the butter exploded almost too sweetly around in his mouth. They were not tempered like the ones the priestess’ matriarch made, but the intensity of flavor mirrored Lady Kagome’s personality. They were still deliciously sweet and savory, and he let the crumbling pastry melt until it was gone. Kagome herself stood, tense as she awaited his response.

Instead of saying anything, Sesshoumaru picked up another two of the small round pastries and finished the one in his hand.

“They are much better warm.”

The woman all but squealed as she lurched forward and began finishing rolling the dough. Sesshoumaru let her do as she willed, taking his spoils and walking the grounds with the cooling treats. He wondered quietly if perhaps she would be receptive to reward beyond baked goods as he savored the other pieces he’d collected. 

*

  Dinner was always an interesting affair now that the pack had moved into his home for the winter months. Tonight, Priestess Kagome had managed to finish her baking attempt and was sharing the goods she had finished. All were seated around a low bearing table, the room being warmed by a large fire having been built in a stone fireplace. Large woven rugs adorned the stone floors beneath the tables, and sitting pillows had been added for his guests comfort.

“Damn Kagome. You used too much butter this time!” Inuyasha griped.

“I did the best I could with what I had, you jerk.” She huffed, sharing the small bowl of treats with the rest.

“Don’t listen to him - they are delicious! Very savory with a hint of sweet. I like it!” Miroku chirped, grabbing a handful.

“They are yummy, Kagome!” Rin claimed beyond her nibbles. Sango hummed in agreement, and Miroku courteously thanked her for putting the time in. She waved them all away.

“Thank you guys, but Sesshoumaru made it possible for me to even try. I don’t know how he did it, but he brought me all the ingredients.”

Sesshoumaru himself was seated at the head of the table where they were being served the final portion of their meal, including Kagome passing her cookies around. They served a new batch of plum ice wine, brewed last season and saved to ferment over the year. It was a fine desert wine, and a small amount was as potent as well fermented sake. The only difference was how intoxicatingly sweet it was. He was no lush, but he enjoyed at least a bottle every other night, and on the rare occasion, he would drink a full bottle in one night and request another.

Once Kagome had finished her rounds with the small clay pot of baked goods, she placed it on the middle of the end table, and sat where the adults were gathered. He motioned for the young demoness to serve his Plum Wine, and the priest positively preened at the offering.

“Lord Sesshouaru, this wine is divine. It’s much sweeter than any I’ve ever had.” He commented, taking another sip from his small cup.

“It is made with frozen fruit. The ice makes for sweeter fermenting.” Sesshoumaru answered, albeit offhandedly. Miroku nodded.

“Genius brewing. My master would be the picture of jealousy. I didn’t even know that was a way you could brew!”

The priestess seemed to fiddle with her cup, but did take a timid sip and cleared her throat.

“I’ve never been one for wine. This is kinda nice. It’s really strong though..” From there she scooted the cup back and didn’t say another word, let alone take another sip, looking a touch sullen. Sesshoumaru motioned for his cup to be refilled. It wasn’t long before the slayer was snoring on her mate’s arm, unable to hold her liquor like the Monk. Inuyasha’s cup had been refilled at least three times, and he was swaying as he waved the fire-rat robe over his head, spewing some nonsense about being the toughest of them all before falling backward with a howling laugh. The Monk was actually giving Sesshoumaru a run for his gold. The only thing he was doing more of with the liquor, was manhandling his wife’s bottom, gently enough not to wake her, but firmly enough it was noticeable to the table. Shippou and Rin were still in their own little world, laughing and playing despite the late hour, running around the table of the grand dining room.

“Honestly, I think I’m about toasted out. Thank you for dinner, but I should probably be getting to bed.” The priestess was stretching from her spot at the table, and preparing to rise. Disaster struck perfectly - Lady Kagome was unaware of the demoness handling the bottle of wine behind her, and the children had all but tripped the poor creature. The bottle clattered on the serving tray, splashing down the front of her whiteness of her top garments and saturating the skin tight fabric wrapping her waist and thighs. Blessedly, the serving demoness managed to catch the bottle before it struck Kagome on the head, but the damage was done.

The priestess blinked, covered in sweet plum wine. Sesshoumaru belted out a full bodied laugh that made her and the others look over to him in confusion.

“Come, priestess. Let us get you cleaned. Satoe, take the children to bed. The rest will see themselves out.”

The whines of protest that echoed were immediately silenced with a stern look from Sesshoumaru as a smaller demoness trotted in, tutting at the children.

“Now.”

Rin took the entering demoness’ hand and waved for Shippou to follow. His gaze fell on the soaked priestess, and he rose, crooking his finger to follow as he swept out of the room, pausing only to command the serving girl before he left the room entirely.

“Bring wine to our chambers. The spilled bottle will be finished.”

The priestess was following him towards his quarters. It had been furnished sparsely, the floor having been covered with all manner of pelts he himself had hunted. There was a sleeping pallet he rarely used, a few drawers and a finely crafted wardrobe that held boxes of hand made kimono. He shuffled around in the wardrobe until he found the winter attire, and managed to pull one of his mother’s old hand-me-downs, more meant for his future mate than a wine drenched priestess. For now, it would do as replacement clothing until her odd garments were laundered.

Where his wardrobe was, was also a divider he pulled out, and as he came around and offered her the polished black box, the priestess stumbled through a series of apologetic turn downs to the garments.

“Those look really hard to replace, Sesshoumaru.” She insisted, pushing the black lacquer box back. “I would be clutz enough to ruin that as well as my clothes.”

“It is of no consequence. You are a guest, and these robes were meant for something we have no intention of fulfilling this young. It is the duty of your host to ensure you are not covered in wine, and comfortable for your stay. Until your clothing is cleaned, we offer you these. They will be returned upon the laundering of your garments, but should be suitably warm for the season.” His tone held a no argument note, and his eyes must have relayed the message as well, because she hesitantly accepted the box.

“You may change behind the divider. There is a pitcher of water and a cloth to run over yourself so you will not ruin the garments.”

Again, she paused before finally walking around the corner. There was some shuffling as Sesshoumaru took note that the wine had been delivered at his behest. He poured another cup, beginning to feel the warmth of it in the pit of his being. As he drank, he heard the rippling of water and the soft whisper of clothing being removed, and finally, the click of the box opening. The priestess cleared her throat and was silent for a long collection of minutes. Another hushed whisper of silken fabric touched his ears, then a noise of frustration. By now, the bottle he’d been delivered was empty, and the hour was getting late.

“Priestess, is there a problem?” He finally asked.

“Um... I mean.. I’ve put on priestess garb and I’m familiar with that, but I’ve never worn a formal kimono so... I don’t...” Another frustrated huff. “I don’t really know how to tie everything -”

“A moment.”

Sesshoumaru shook his silver hair, running a clawed hand through it and stepped behind the divider. The priestess flushed brilliant red and yelped.

“I thought you were sending someone to help -”

“The hour is late. We are not waking the house for something that can be done ourselves.” He clipped. She stood half naked in undergarments that did nothing to hide her body and were still stained in wine, and the outer most portion of the red silk kimono draped over her arms and shoulders. All things considered, Sesshoumaru mused as he stood taking in her her embarrassment, she was a fine specimen of female. Her body was a lovely collection of smooth curves and pale skin stained with plum wine she hadn’t quite managed to clean. The priestess’ naturally clean scent paired with the plum wine delectably... He did wonder what it would taste like..

“You have missed some spots of wine on your person.” He said huskily. “Shall I assist you?”

The priestess blinked at him, her cheeks a healthy glow.

“How...?”

Sesshoumaru wasn’t sure if the wine had really lowered his inhibitions that much, but there was always that edge of enjoyment testing new things.

“Stay still.” He commanded softly, coming forward and tilting her chin up, until her throat was completely exposed to him. There were still splashes of wine he was picking up, nose a mere inch from her skin. A tentative lap at her throat just under her chin on her pulse was delectably sweet with wine, and savory with her natural musk. He found himself buzzed at the rush of adrenaline coming off the priestess in heart-pounding waves, and somehow managed to tilt her head back so his mouth could fasten sweetly around her pulse and suck. His touch was tender on the back of her scalp as his fingers wove through the black of her midnight tresses.

Before he knew what he was even doing, his mouth had moved over the stains on her throat to her decolletage, laving and sucking her sensitive skin of the sweet stickiness that was the leftover wine. She didn’t seem to have any misgivings, as the small sounds from her throat were encouraging him to continue. He was lost in the flavor of her skin when careful fingers brushed over the edges of his ears, drawing him out of his ministrations long enough to draw back from her clavicle to see the rosiness of her cheeks and the soft pants. Her warm brown eyes had slid nearly shut and when he stopped, her eyes fluttered back to reality as he appraised her. She was clearly aroused - he scented it in the undertones of her candied flavor, and when she looked about ready to protest, he slanted his lips over hers to silence them.

The priestess gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed it up. There was lingering sweetness from the plum wine, and his tongue swept through her mouth in search of more. He could hear his name moaned against his own lips, and it sealed his decision. Her reward for bringing his favorite flavors into his home, sprinkling it throughout the time she had been here...

Drawing back just enough, he knelt and grasped the edges of her thighs hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around his lower torso.

“Sesshoumaru-!” Her tone was one of panic. He put a clawed finger to her lips to pause her.

“Allow us to show you the pleasure your company has afforded us.” He murmured, his words warming her cheeks again. Sesshoumaru could see question in her eyes, and he secured her against him as he stroked her cheek with a thumb before inching forward, and nuzzling her chilled nose with his own. She swallowed, but when her hands came up in a gentle cradle of his face as she sealed her mouth to his gave him what he needed...

A gentle toss and she screamed as she landed on her back, scrambling at first before she realized he was untying his outer obi. The chill of the evening crept over his skin as the robes loosened, and reveled in her unabashed staring as the rest of him slowly came into view. When he came to the last layer, he was stopped unexpectedly as she put her hands out and got to her knees.

“I -” she paused, fingers hovering inches from his cooled skin, drawing back like she was about to put her hands in a hot fire.

“Still so hesitant, priestess. Shall we desist?” He rumbled. The white undergarment halted as it hit his elbows, and the priestess swallowed again, the time marked in slow ticks. Finally she nodded resolutely, coming to her own decision.

“No... No don’t stop..” She was on her knees, and her small warm hands hit his cooling flesh. Wisping fingers fluttered over his chest, ghosting over one of his nipples with a blunted fingernail. He hissed, wrapping a lock of her hair around his fingers and tugging softly.

“Yes..” he growled, letting his head fall back as she explored with her hands, followed swiftly by her mouth. He did not expect her mouth on his throat, and when she bit with those blunt human teeth, he growled low in his chest. Shoving her back, he caged her with his arms and delved back into her skin, licking betwixt her breasts the sweet sugar of the wine and working his way down, cleaning, cleaning until he was shoving her thighs aside as he laved his tongue over her navel.

She was shaking beneath him, not stopping him and giving him soft noises encouraging he go lower. He paused just above the mound of her sex, and looked up to see she had pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him with hooded eyes. The silly little scrap she wore as underclothing was a simple string of fabric that hid nothing from his lust addled gaze, and was promptly cut away from her body.

“Shall I?” he teased, breathing warm air against her oversensitive sex. The sound of her needing moan birthed a malicious, fanged grin.

His tongue drew a trail from her pubic mound to her navel and she twitched beneath him, restraining herself even as his claws raised gooseflesh in unhurried swipes over her body. She looked beautiful, flushed and needing splayed out over the red silk of the borrowed kimono’s outer layer. He wondered...

Leaning above her on one elbow, he ran clawed fingers over the outer lips of her sex, through dampened curls before plunging his fingers carefully inside the wetness of her sex. She cried out in surprise, still propped up on her elbows as he watched her reactions from her side. Crooking his fingers, he rubbed the inside of her canal, making it a game to see just what rhythms and strokes sent her bucking into his hand for more.

 His thumb lingered over the fleshy button above her sex, and when her channel began clenching over him, refusing to release his fore and middle fingers, he swirled his thumb with just enough pressure the priestess’ legs fall open as she cried out his name. A sense of pride swelled in his chest, being able to make such a woman cum with just one hand. The priestess trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, hands twisting in the silk around her as Sesshoumaru’s fingers kept a languid pace moving inside her. The warm wetness flooding over his fingers even smelled sweet. He pulled his fingers from her cunt, scenting the clear liquid running over his fingers. He waited just long enough for her to come back around before he licked at the stickiness over his fingers. An approving rumble left his chest, and he cleaned his hand of her juices. This would certainly prove to be far more fun that he anticipated. The priestess was already clenching her thighs again.

“How did you... I’ve never been able to do.. Fuck that was so good.” She gasped. Sesshoumaru had never heard the word she used, but his eyes darkened.

“There is more... Shall we continue?” He slowly rolled onto his other arm, effectively caging her in. “Your taste is sweet. It would be a shame to waste such delicacies.”

“Oh..” Her exclamation was soft, visage rosy and heavy, but as he moved down and pulled her thighs apart there was an eager motion in her hips searching to continue. When his mouth planted on the lips of her sex and kissed her, tongue searching for every sweet spot he’d found with his fingers, she laid back with a groan and let him do as he pleased. His hands guided her squirming hips, and he feasted hungrily. Mindful of his fangs, he enjoyed mouthfuls of her succulent flesh, sweetened with the juices of her body as she keened with every subtle nibble and lick.

“Sessho...” She panted beneath him, hands grasping at his hair. “I’m ... so close.. Don’t stop..!”

With her unexpected but welcome warning came a wolfish grin from him and a ceaseless assault of her sensitive flesh. Fingers tugged at his hair as her hips ground his mouth into her body, and a hard suck of her clit sent her wailing into another orgasm. Her hands pushed him, nails clawed at his scalp, juices flowed over his chin and he had no desire to stop at just one. It was amusing to know that as she started and cried out, she was swearing and shuddering with every lick. Only when she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat did he abate, and rising to stand back to admire his work. The priestess was a beautiful, sweat mussed mess, splayed over the silk almost artfully. As she lay, breasts heaving behind the stained lace cups that cradled them, she was muttering under her breath some nonsense about cunning lingering of some sort being the best thing since sliced bread? Regardless, he stood proudly at the edge of the pallet, letting the rest of his clothing fall to the furs on the floor. Where at first she was still distracted, the second the shuffle of clothing registered she looked up at him in awe.

He could feel her gaze sliding down to the most intimate, jutting parts of his body, then lower. His thighs twitched under her intense perusal, and he tilted his silvered head.

“Something that pleases you?” Those barely tanned thighs clenched, hiding her dampened curls from his view and he chuckled as he stepped forward and reached for her, pushing both thighs to one side letting his knee come up behind both of hers, he kept them in place as he stalked up the rest of her torso, letting his nose bury between her breasts and inhaling.

“Such a pleasant scent.” he groaned, taking in the sweet, musked vanilla and plum laced scent. It was almost the same as the cookies she baked, only with a sharp fruity note of the plums. It took a touch of doing, but his claws melted through the delicate center lace of the cups tending her cleavage. They slid away and a new delicacy came into view... There was a clear line of where sun had graced, and where it had not deigned to touch. It was a curious line, making more of a triangle over her breasts. The pale skin that had been saved from the sun was capped with rose dusted nipples, swelling with the cool bite of the air around them. Sesshoumaru, not one to be outdone by nature, let his fangs frame her flesh, gently scraping the sides and flicking the capped peak until he pressed his tongue on the underside of her breast and enveloped it in a gentle sucking motion.

“Oh gods...” She moaned, squirming against his hold and hands back in his hair like they were meant to be there. Every scratch of her nails against his scalp was a pleasant and welcome shudder down his spine, and every suck he graced her breast with was met with impatient wriggle.

He released the pillowy flesh to assess her, appreciating the flushed cheeks and heavy pants, and greeted her other breast with the same restlessness. Sesshoumaru’s large hands fell around her waist, fingers fighting not to clench into her responsive skin, but the more her fingers massaged and tugged at his hair, the tighter he grasped. She suddenly yelped in his possession, and the copper sting of blood tainted his tongue. Pulling away, he watched as blood trickled in the valley of her breasts and a deep, rolling, thunderous growl erupted from his gullet.
No matter how much he pondered their unearthly connection - blood paired with sensuality like a dessert wine... Like the plum wine that had started him down this path. The priestess was as appreciative of this notion as he - arousal flooded the room between the two of them, and the mixture of their combined powers with the offering of blood had both of their skin crawling. Priestess Kagome arched her back as Sesshoumaru leaned back, still grasping her waist. Both of them gasped and moaned, warmed by the flush of their combined power. Her hand reached for him, snatching at his flesh and clawing her blunted nails down his chest.

“Please... More...”

Sesshoumaru tilted his head in question, curious and beside himself with curiosity to answer it.

“How much more?” He challenged, ducking his head down and swiping the flat of his tongue over the blood running down the priestess’ chest. It sparked along his mouth, and he swallowed the snapping blood with a wanton glance at her. Her face twisted into a scowl.

“All of you. More! Please, you’re driving me insane!” She pleaded, leaning up and wrapping one hand around the back of his neck. Her lips were velvet against his, shocking and pleasing. The motion was passion, the tangle of tongues spurring his actions. He jerked himself away, panting with a nip to her chin.

“You are prepared?”

Her teeth bared at him.

“Fuck me.”

Ah. So that was the translation of the word. He smirked, her eyes hooded, and in a swift unforgiving shift of his hips aligning with hers, impaled her. Her cry was one of undulated bliss and was met with a growl deep in his throat at the insistent clutch of her slick sheath. One of his hands pressed her knees together to one side, the other gripped the curve of her hip for purchase. The squeeze from this angle was one of his favorites - but the heat of their combined energy made this particular cunt one of the finest he’d ever been graced with.

“Priestess... You are tight...” He groaned, stilling. Her lip was worried between her teeth as her hand gripped the wrist planted on her hip to keep her still.

“And you’re not moving...” She hissed softly, sucking in a breath when he pressed harder, deeper. Her challenge was a delight, one he was eager rise to. He kept his grip on both her hip and knee, leaning back and spreading his knees so he could grind deeper and silence her protests. The priestess’ head fell back and he began a smooth, flawless roll of his hips against her, increasing speed and pressure until there was a spicy slap of skin in a staccato with the music of her moans. It didn’t take long before the slickness of her body drenched her ass cheeks and dripped over her thighs onto the silk kimono. The front of his body where they met was positively slick with her arousal, and it wasn’t long before her already oversensitized body was clenching his member in a vice grip as she cried out, cumming hard enough he was forced to halt his motions or risk injuring his partner.

While the thrum of orgasm was not far off, tingling at the base of his spine, he was not ready to give in. Not when there was a juicy priestess with a body that was truly once in a century kind of find. Training his mind to pull away from the pleasure, he inhaled through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, and stilled his adrenaline as he waited for the rippling of her pussy to subside. Her grip loosened on his wrist, and the second she was ready, he spread her legs, one of her knees under his as the other leg was hoisted over his shoulder as he pulled from her sopping, tight warmth only to plunge forward once her ankle hooked his shoulder. She nearly screamed under him, and he grinned. The number of times she was rewarded with a smile from him was unexpected; he was thoroughly enjoying rewarding her company far more than he anticipated. She arched off the bed, pressing her hips into his with needy whimpers as she sought more of him, panting when he felt the press of her clit against his pubic mound. He wasn’t about to stop her. The feel of her insistent press was as arousing as the noises she made when she finally found the sweet spot that was sending sparks skittering over both their spines. His tongue laved up her calf, fangs grazing her ankle as he pressed back. Their hips rolled together, the barest pull back as they enjoyed the harsh pleasure of the friction their joined bodies created... Truly sublime.

It was all the demon lord could do not to cum, willing his body to last even as she pulsated around him again in the tell tale signs of orgasm. It was when her abdominals tightened into a wall of muscle that Sesshoumaru choked on a grunt. The scent of blood as his claws pierced the flesh of her thigh with one hand tainted the sweet smell of arousal in the most delightful of ways. He pulled his hips back, and thrust hard once, twice, and the third time he pounded into her rippling cunt she did shriek his name.

He bellowed, trying to keep the pleasure at bay, but it flashed along his senses alongside a familiar wave of pure energy that slapped along his youki in demanding, forcing him to follow alongside her. The spill of his seed as his sac tightened, his claws shaking as he fought their lengthening flex. His eyes clouded red as his groan was long and low. Blinking, Sesshoumaru panted at the sudden and unexpected warm waves of pleasure flooding over him. He leaned, pressing her thigh farther back until her leg slid down the side of his body. The line of their bodies pressed seemlessly, and his forehead slid against hers. The silver of his hair curtained to one side, and when the priestess finally opened her swimming brown eyes, she smiled, then laughed gleefully. The feeling of her abdomen tightening had him grunting, and she laughed again.

“Not bad for my first time...” She puffed. “I think you may have set the bar of expectation a little high for the rest though.”

Sesshoumaru’s pointed ear twitched.

“You are virgin?”

She took a deep breath.

“I was. ”

Sesshoumaru, surprised, leaned away but was stopped but her soft tug of a strand of his hair.

“You are too generous. One may take advantage of such benevolence one day.” He rumbled. Her smile softened until her face was more serious.

“You might say that’s already happened, Lord Sesshoumaru.” She answered quietly as she wrapped the long tendril of silver around her finger. “You might say I chose to be a little selfish as soon as you offered me what you called a reward.”

“Was it not?” He huffed.

“You were... Far more than generous. With a four to one giving ratio, I’d say I got the better gift giver.” She laughed again, and Sesshoumaru could feel the flutter of her muscles massaging his cock to an excited state again. It seemed to still her, and she glanced at him with a furrowed brow.

“Sweet Amaterasu, again?” her tone was marked with disbelief. A toothy grin and he was pressing his cock into her smooth warmth again, drawing her breath from her.

“Your teasing made it so. Why offer such a valuable thing to us?” He queried. In this day, a woman’s virtue tended to be a thing of priceless value. For one to give it up so casually... It was usually based on some silly notion of attachment, of love.

“You act like this is something that I can’t give anyone else.” She murmured. “You just happened to be the first. And as much as I hate admitting this, I wanted it. From you.”

Her answers still puzzled him, but he wasn’t about to question her. It didn’t seem to be a matter of attachment; if he didn’t know any better, it was more about her taking from him, than the latter.

“A priestess’ virtue is not something to be given lightly. Give it to whom you please; but remember it is an honor to bestow.” His nose grazed hers, running over her parted mouth as he licked her chin and moved his hips against her again. He was beginning to enjoy the breathlessness he caused with every movement, and could find himself addicted to this sweetness as well.

“Then take it for tonight, as my gift to you on Christmas Eve.” She finally panted. “But don’t expect it again, Lord Sesshoumaru. Better make it count.”

His hips moved again, arms pushing up so his body hovered over hers. Her teasing, sardonic tone demanded retribution.

“This one thinks you are mocking his title.” He growled at her throat, biting softly a mouthful of flesh. She moaned.

“I might be. It feels funny to say.” She retorted, running one blunt fingernail up his side before wrapping her arms around his neck. Her thighs parted for him and wrapped delicately around his waist, heels digging into the muscle of his buttocks as she pushed him into her body.

“We shall have you worshiping by the end of the evening with reverence to the title, that you may never speak it with anything but breathless awe again.” She met his lips with the same passion, pausing only to say, “Wanna bet?”, and their rhythm started anew.

It was a long night of many positions, some newly learned by a deceptively lascivious priestess, some old and traditional, and some mixed with the new. He learned the priestess enjoyed his claws wrapped around her delicate throat in a squeeze that left her unable to draw a full breath. She learned how incredibly sensitive both his ears and nipples were. And they both found pleasure in sucking and biting flesh. By the end of the evening, both were covered in strange bruising, bodily fluids, and bite marks. He called for the servants to heat the baths, and they shared one last hour of naked companionship as they cleaned before resting. He sent her to sleep for the rest of the early morning hours while he returned to his quarters to survey the remainders of their tryst. The ruined silk kimono still lay on his pallet, and he chuckled, searching for its original box. Folding the garment, he carefully placed it, unaltered, in the lacquered black box, fondly scenting it before closing it and placing it atop the chest it came out of.

His servants informed him of everyone’s position in the manor, and he instructed them to have breakfast prepared and sent to the priestess with a note. One of the things he had paid attention to, was her attachment to the day. He hadn’t the faintest idea what the hell Christmas was, but some of her quiet musings the day before had to do with not spending time back home with family. Sesshoumaru would inquire, once she was awake, how she would prefer to spend the day as one final gift marking his appreciation of her benevolence. Though it sounded as though she would not be receptive to a repeat performance, perhaps one day he would be able to persuade her otherwise. He donned a dark silver kimono lined with red honeycomb patterns and inside with white fur. Opting to keep his feet bare, he pulled a red hanten on and made for the balcony that overlooked the mountain. They day was pregnant with the promise of good things. He pulled from his sleeve the last cookie Lady Kagome had baked, nipping at it slowly as he savored its flavor with a secret grin.