Pelican
Summer was the worst season by far.
The heat, the humidity, the people… None of it appealed to Sesshomaru in any way.
So when the notice of the annual corporate beach retreat came through his email, it was all he could do not to slam his head down onto his desk.
He loathed the retreat, even more than the season itself.
He didn't look forward to the frustrating beach chairs that never opened or closed right. He didn't look forward to the sand that would inevitably get absolutely everywhere—in places sand should never be. He didn't look forward to the endless and repetitive small talk these retreats often bred, where people would be perfectly content having the exact same boring conversations for three days straight. It never made sense to him, that people didn't realize how redundant they could be in a social setting.
But the worst thing about this year's retreat was that she would be there.
The new girl.
The office assistant.
She saw to the department heads' needs, and each time she would round his office, Sesshomaru would have to brace himself.
Her scent always hit him first. Every time she entered the building, he knew she was there just by the faint, beguiling scent of roses and vanilla, and by the time she was on the office floor, it would hit him full force and his instincts would be roaring with desire for her. Mine! it would say, and Sesshomaru would have to clench his fists any time she entered the room to keep his control.
He'd been a warlord a hundred lifetimes ago, swinging swords and taking down his enemies in a single blow. He had been feared. He had been respected.
For a woman to inspire such wild lust in him was unbecoming of his image—let alone the fact she was human.
So, Sesshomaru did his best to avoid her at all costs. When she came into his office, he was cold and curt, willing their interactions to end quickly. Whenever they shared an elevator, he stared so hard at the wall in front of them that one might think he was trying to drill holes into it with his eyes. He did everything he could to make her think he disliked her presence, however untrue that fact may be.
What didn't help his genius plan was the fact that she was just so damned nice. Not only that, but she was good at her job. And even more, that her wardrobe was equal parts tasteful and sexy.
More than once, he'd come into his office to find her already there, having organized the documents he'd need for the day on his desk with a fresh cup of his favorite tea waiting for him as well, all while wearing that red pencil skirt (a favorite of his, for the way it formed over her perfect derriere). She would then leave with a parting smile and nod, telling him to send for her if he needed anything more.
There were times when their eyes met, and he would notice just how richly blue they were, how they gleamed with warmth and comfort.
You! his beast would snarl, clawing and gnashing at Sesshomaru's control as it conjured fantasies of pushing that damned skirt up her thighs and mounting her over his desk.
But he would merely give a "Hn" of mild approval, and wait for her to have shut the door to his office before he would bite into his fist in frustration.
And now, with the beach retreat coming this weekend, all he could think about was the new office assistant, Kagome, and the fact they would be away from their usual setting, that it might present… opportunities.
o0o
Kagome sank down into the scented bubbles, sighing as she let the heat of the water soothe her. She always felt the weight of the week settle on her shoulders the moment she left the office on Fridays, and each time, she would reward herself with a bubble bath, champagne, and chocolate. She smiled to herself, closing her eyes as she listened to the music she was playing in the other room.
Sipping her bubbly rosé and nibbling on a piece of decadent chocolate, Kagome schemed.
She was hired at the West Technical Company only a few months ago after the previous girl had left in hysterics. Kagome was only meant to fill in until they found someone new, and she'd have been perfectly content to do so, only…
She was surrounded by demons.
As a woman from a long line of priests and priestesses, she'd known how to sense them—and when she came into temp that day, she was bombarded by the power of so many combined auras. It was that moment she decided to stay. She loved the feel of demonic auras, how they vibrated angrily against her skin, causing gooseflesh to run up her arms throughout the day. It was an addictive feeling.
Not to mention, every last one of them was gorgeous.
She could see past their glamours, see the features they tried to hide. She could see the claws, fangs, and pointed ears… the inhuman colors of their beautiful hair.
Demon men had a tendency to get her in trouble—with herself.
Plainly: Kagome liked to fuck demons.
Some had hit on her right away. Kagome was used to it—her own holy aura attracted them to her, whether they realized her true nature or not. There was also an unspoken understanding between demonic and holy kind, an 'I don't out you, you don't out me' sort of thing, so she got along well with her demonic coworkers. One hanyou in particular had caught her eye on that first day, with white hair and an adorable pair of dog ears she'd envisioned biting (glamoured, of course, but that didn't stop her imagination). Any other time, she'd have chosen him to bed, but then a new demon walked through the elevator doors.
The first time she felt his aura, she'd gone weak in the knees. She'd luckily been able to play it off as if it were clumsiness (catching herself on the wall), but that didn't stop her from reveling and marveling in the sheer power of his aura as it crept over her body.
That was when she decided to apply for a permanent position.
He was tall and slender, but even under his well-pressed suits, she could tell he had muscle as well. He was glamoured to have short black hair, but in reality, his hair was long, white, and silky. It flowed well past his shoulders and almost to the floor, often tied in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, draped over one shoulder. As neat as his hair was, his bangs were shaggy and parted. His skin was flawless and alabaster, cheeks and forehead decorated with magenta stripes and a blue crescent moon, respectively. From little glimpses she got when he ran his hands through his hair, Kagome could see the beginnings of another set of stripes on his wrist, where his sleeves pulled up with the motion.
But it was his eyes that drew her in. Gold and serious, striking and elegant. A storied past lurked behind them, as often as that was with demons—but with this particular demon, Kagome knew without a doubt that he was once pure, unrelenting power, but time and change had tempered him into the quiet, reserved man he was today.
Such a shame, such a waste.
She had to have him. She wanted him to have her.
And Kagome knew he wanted her as well. She could sense it in him, feel the turmoil as he wrestled with his control. She did everything she could to whittle away at it, dreaming that one day he would take her over his desk, and that she'd feel his incredible aura surrounding her, possessing her. It would be mind-blowing, she was sure of it.
First, she had to appeal to his work ethic. As a department head, he was sure to be looking at her general performance in the office, so Kagome made a point to be the best office assistant she could be. She learned his favorite tea, his schedule, and his preferred itinerary for his work days. She anticipated his needs.
Second, she made herself scarce but approachable (if he ever found the need to do so—which he hadn't as of yet, but she was trying). Despite his cold demeanor, Kagome always greeted him warmly in the mornings, and she only asked necessary questions, never personal ones.
And finally, she wore her best clothing, showing off her sense of style. She liked to consider her fashion as "amped-up office wear," with trendy blouses, tight pencil skirts in bright colors (her red one was her favorite), and bodycon dresses—all with her signature black stiletto pumps. She could feel his eyes on her whenever she entered his office, his gaze drifting over her form as she pretended not to notice, presenting whatever documents he'd requested on his desk.
Their eyes would meet on occasion, and a small silence would follow.
Chase me, her blue eyes demanded.
But he would never rise to the challenge, always breaking from her look with a curt, "Hn."
Kagome was determined to change that.
The memo for the company beach retreat had gone out that morning, and it presented her with a delightful opportunity.
She raised her leg out of the sweet-smelling bubbles, watching the suds run down her leg as she bit into a chocolate, her teeth flashing in a naughty grin to herself.
You'll be mine, Kagome promised. All mine. Sesshomaru.
o0o
WTC regularly held their summer retreat at a luxury resort on a private island. Everyone would take a short cruise to the island where they would spend five days just vacationing as a team—with the occasional work-related seminar (but those never lasted long).
All regular employees would share villas around the small island, well-stocked with beds and booze. The department heads got their own villas to themselves, each one with its own private section of white, sandy beach.
Sesshomaru was grateful for his villa, at least. He had a place to unwind from all the dreaded socializing, and to set his own temperature inside—he could make it as cool as he wanted.
Thoughts of Kagome still plagued him, however. She'd been on the small yacht with the other office assistants, smiling and laughing with them. She wore a white sundress that was sheer enough for him to make out her hot pink bikini, and he was practically foaming at the mouth to see her in it.
Sesshomaru growled at himself. I am better than this, he thought. I am NOT a mindless beast, and I will not let this human girl turn me into one.
There was always a party at the nightclub on the first evening of the retreat—and unusually for Sesshomaru, he planned on going. He wanted to make an appearance there, to see if she would come.
Of course she will, he decided with a firm nod at himself in the mirror of his bedroom. She was fun-loving and carefree. The nightclub scene would draw her in.
But, that also meant he would have to put on the right outfit for the club, something he wasn't really that familiar with. Normally, he would pack clothes that would be considered "business casual," but he wanted to wear something different, for Kagome.
So, Sesshomaru stared at the things he'd brought, for far longer than he cared to admit.
He finally decided on a pair of breathable linen pants that he wore with sandals, and a loose black shirt of the same material. When he was just finishing the last button of his shirt, someone began pounding on the door to his villa.
"Bastard! Open up!"
Sesshomaru sped over to the door and snatched it open, revealing his half-wit half-brother.
"What, Inuyasha?" he hissed.
"It's the new girl," Inuyasha said, ignoring his annoyed tone. His golden eyes were wide with excitement, "I thought you'd want to see your priestess in action, so you better come now."
He lifted an eyebrow, "Priestess? What priestess?"
Inuyasha peered at him, "Kagome. The new girl, like I said."
Sesshomaru shifted his weight on one foot, "She's a priestess?"
"You hadn't noticed?" his brother said with a shocked laugh. "I figured you would have known right away."
The information hit him hard and sent him reeling. He'd apparently been so distracted by her scent and overall allure (and consequently, avoiding her because of it), that he hadn't made this revelation on his own. Sesshomaru blinked, "You're certain?"
Inuyasha nodded, "Pretty damn sure. Most of us have steered clear of her since your scent and aura act up whenever she's around. A lot of us thought you two were already seeing each other… in some fashion. I know I was smart enough to stay out of your way."
"Debatable," Sesshomaru said, his lips twitching into a smirk.
The hanyou growled, "But there's others we work with that aren't so courteous, you bastard. So, I came here to let you know that some of the department heads might be encroaching on Kagome—I'm guessing that's information you'd be interested in?" Inuyasha lifted an eyebrow, smirking.
The idea of other demons vying for Kagome's attentions made his inner beast roar furiously, snarling and chomping at his control. Sesshomaru's expression flattened, "Hn." He paused for a long moment, "So… she's known about us the whole time? Being a priestess, she'd be able to see through our glamours."
Inuyasha nodded, "'Fraid so."
He let out an annoyed growl. How foolish he'd been.
And Sesshomaru did not appreciate being made a fool.
With a devious grin as Inuyasha walked away, he had a series of thoughts that calmed his inner beast, and it purred in pure delight.
o0o
The beat of the club pounded against her chest, deafening her ears to the sounds of its patrons. Lights of orange, purple, pink, and yellow beamed down on the shining dance floor and over her tanned, glistening skin. Kagome was lost in her movements, feeling the rhythm with her body and heart.
The club itself was outside, under a huge, wall-less shelter that was supported by thick beams of wood, and its metal roof was disguised by layers of tied leaves and grasses from around the island.
The sun was beginning to set in the distance, and the air was still warm and humid, smelling of tropical-scented sunscreen and seabreeze.
Kagome had changed out of her sundress, and she now wore only her pink bikini with a sheer, black sarong. It was tied low on her left hip, and fringe dangled from the hemline, swishing with her every move. Her shoes were simple wedge sandals, the ankle strap a ribbon of pink and black that was tied in a cute bow at the bottom of her calf as she danced. Her wrists were adorned with bangle bracelets that jingled when she ran her fingers up into her hair, letting the beach-waved tresses trickle from her fingertips and tumble back behind her shoulders. A white lily sat behind her ear, and she'd pinned it in place to keep it from moving as she danced—its scent was strong and sweet, and the petals were as dewy as her skin.
Other women from the office danced with her, some of them otherwise occupied with partners, and more simply danced by themselves, like Kagome.
Right as the song ended, she felt a flare of a familiar aura, one that nearly made her moan as it crept up her legs, flirting between her thighs.
Gooseflesh broke out on her arms, up her shoulders, despite the hot summer evening.
She turned, and he was there, standing just at the edge of the dance floor.
His citrine eyes watched her, but it wasn't his eyes that made her heart skip a beat…
...it was his smile.
He knows now.
Barely there, but she could see it—she could feel it, in his aura. Kagome smiled back, and as another song began, her fingers pointed to him and then curled back to her, beckoning him.
He flared his aura again, and Kagome shivered, her breath coming harder, hotter.
Sesshomaru began to cross the dance floor to where she stood at its center, his golden eyes hungry and focused. He weaved his way through the various dancers, never once taking his gaze off of her, and Kagome stood rooted where she was, unable and unwilling to move.
When he got close, she smiled up at him, and she knew a word didn't need to be said. She took his hand, turning away from him to let him dance just behind her. She brought his hand to her hip, and his other hand did the same on the opposite side. When she let go of him, giving him control of their bodies, Sesshomaru began to grind with the song, moving with a surprising amount of smooth sensuality for a demon who was usually so reserved.
Kagome basked in it, closing her eyes with a smile. At last, she thought, relieved, overjoyed. Her hands moved up behind her head, behind Sesshomaru's smooth neck to hold him and keep him locked in place. She felt his mouth at her pulse point, his perfect lips feeling her heart race against it. She might have moaned, she didn't know. Over the noise of the club, it was impossible to tell.
Nevertheless, they danced, Sesshomaru's hands moving up and down her hips and waist and arms, alternating on each side—it was bliss, it was overwhelming. Her head lolled on his shoulder, and she flared her own aura for him as his fingers went under the strap of her bikini at her hip. His aura called back, encasing them both, and she trembled again. The vibration at her back, reverberating through his chest and abdomen, told her he was growling into her neck, and the next thing she knew, she felt his lips on her ear and his breath tickling her shoulder as his velvety voice spoke.
"Come home with me..."
Not a question—a demand, and one Kagome was more than happy to oblige.
"Finally," she murmured, more to herself than anything, drowned out by the loud club—but she felt Sesshomaru's lips pull into a grin against her ear, further igniting her desire for him at the hint of his fangs.
o0o
They made it to Sesshomaru's private beach before they started tearing clothes from each other. His black shirt was the first thing to be given to the wind, floating over the evening-cooled sand, forgotten in their lust. Next went Kagome's sarong. Then he pulled the knot of her bikini top, and Kagome threw it aside.
They landed in the enclosed cabana, on the bed that took up almost the entire area of the rounded tent. The white, translucent curtains had been tied back, parted artfully for viewing the sunset—but neither of them paid it any mind as Sesshomaru yanked the bows of her shoes untied, and then gave them to the sand, one by one.
Kagome sat up on her elbows underneath him, trembling in anticipation on the soft, luxurious daybed. Her mouth parted in a sigh when his hands came to pull down her bikini bottoms, and she lifted her hips to make the task easier.
"You can see me?" Sesshomaru asked her, unbuttoning his pants. "The real me?"
Kagome nodded—oh, how she could see him.
The orange-purple-pink sunset glowed behind him, darkening his silhouette, but he was no less breathtaking in all his demonic glory.
Snow-white hair billowed behind him. Magenta stripes adorned his face, wrists, and hips (and she hoped there were more). The crescent moon looked ever-regal at the center of his forehead.
But his golden eyes practically glowed as they stared hungrily down at her.
Kagome got to her knees on the bed as his pants dropped, her eyes drinking in his form—and when her hands trailed down his chest, down all of his muscles before settling at his hips, Kagome knew there was no finer demon in existence. No one would compare to him after this, she was sure of it.
His cock was so large she bit her lip in disbelief, but she opened her mouth for it not a second later. The noise Sesshomaru made as his fingers went into her hair was one of long-suffering relief. How long had it been for him, she wondered. Just how long had his magnificence been neglected?
She would undo that tonight. She would make him come undone for her.
She would make him hers.
The growls Sesshomaru rumbled at her made his cock vibrate in her mouth, and she moaned at the feel of it on her tongue, letting him bury it in her throat as he threw his head back. The waves pounded behind him, curling and crashing in rhythm with his thrusts. Kagome sucked him hard, holding his hips for leverage as she took over his pleasure. Her mouth popped off him and kissed down the shaft as one hand came to cup his balls—large, full, and tight with need of his release.
Sesshomaru moaned, pushing into her touch. She leaned down further to tease them with her tongue and lips, an action which earned a hiss through his teeth. She smiled when her mouth let them go, returning to his cock without warning.
His clawed fingers fisted in her hair, and he roared out loudly as she sucked him down to the base once more.
"Enough," Sesshomaru snarled, but he didn't pull away. "Gods, woman!"
When Kagome smoothly sucked her lips back up to the tip of his length, she lashed her tongue in wet whips to the sensitive head, and it sent him over the edge.
Sesshomaru's guttural moan echoed over the waves behind him, and his seed sprang forth in a forceful torrent that Kagome swallowed greedily. He came for what seemed like ages, his hips stuttering and bucking harshly as he practically doubled over her. By the time he was done, he was panting, and Kagome took her mouth off him with a triumphant smile, wiping her mouth and licking her lips as she looked up into his eyes.
He grinned darkly down at her, pouncing over her body, "You little minx…"
Sesshomaru kissed her then, an action that didn't surprise her—demons liked tasting themselves on their partners, and Sesshomaru was no different, moaning when their tongues met.
She turned over when they parted, backing up against him on all fours.
"You don't want me to—"
"I'm ready," Kagome panted, grinding her ass into his still-hard cock. "I've been ready, Sesshomaru." To prove her point, she leaned back to sit on her calves, guiding him to do the same as she took his hand and brought it between her legs to her folds. She was slick, and her clit was swollen and hard, sensitive when the pads of his fingers brushed over them. She gasped and bucked into them, biting her lip.
"Gods," Sesshomaru breathed again. "Where have you been?"
"Waiting," Kagome answered, panting. "Now fuck me, Sesshomaru."
His cock slammed into her then, and she gasped in pure joy to be one with him. Sesshomaru held her body to his, upright as he thrust himself up into her. One hand clutched at her breast, tugging and rolling her nipple around between his fingers. His other hand was between her legs, flitting across her clit.
Kagome writhed in his arms, her head tossed back onto his shoulder. She rode him after a while, bouncing on his cock, taking every bit of it inside her slickened cunt. Sesshomaru purred into her ear, kissing and licking at her neck. His fangs scraped over her skin, and she shuddered.
"Fuck me," she breathed, closing her eyes tightly. "Oh god, fuck me!"
Sesshomaru obliged her, letting go of her so she would fall forward onto the daybed with her ass up in the air for him. Kagome let him hold her hips and pound away at her as he pleased, her fingers fisting in the soft cushion beneath her. The relentless power of his thrusts combined with the unbelievable thickness of his cock, as well as the sensation of his demonic aura washing over her, it all came together in a pleasure Kagome had never known in all her life—and she surrendered to it, wholly and completely.
With a broken scream, Kagome came hard, and her cunt spilled wetness all over his cock and all down her thighs. She gasped as the pleasure utterly wrecked her, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, squeezing them shut from the intensity of her orgasm. She buried her face in the bed, sobbing and gasping as her hips moved of their own accord, bucking for Sesshomaru.
Vaguely, she felt him cumming inside her, a sudden sticky warmth filling her cunt that made her bite her lip, sweet as sin.
When he pulled out, the mess was obscene—she could feel it pooling between her knees, even hear it falling out of her. Gods, it was beautiful.
Kagome collapsed on her stomach, but she was soon gathered into Sesshomaru's arms, his soft, soothing hands roaming her back and then massaging the back of her thigh.
"Hn, I do believe my summer has improved vastly by your presence," Sesshomaru said, returning the look with his own smirk.
She smiled up at him, a half-smirk, "I should hope so, after that."
He chuckled, petting her hair as the sun finally sank beneath the horizon, "Rest now, little minx. This is only the first night of the retreat."
"I'm not done with you yet," Kagome told him pointedly, wrapping her leg over his hip. "Give me five minutes."
Sesshomaru looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
She didn't falter, her expression stone serious.
He pulled her in for another kiss—deep, tender. "I'll hold you to that, Miss Higurashi," Sesshomaru murmured over her lips.
Kagome smiled against his mouth, nodding, "Good."
o0o