Grackle by DeadlyGlacier

Grackle

Grackle

He had withstood so much more than this. He was sure of it. His half-lidded eyes opened, and he managed the strength to lift his head and look over at her, casually seated in the plush armchair in front of him, her shiny, purple nails holding the controls as she smiled amusedly.

She was perfect.

She was everything he never knew he needed.

Another orgasm ripped through him, another of gods knew how many. Golden eyes squeezed shut and he let out an un-lordly cry of release, almost sluttish. His cock was red, throbbing and remarkably still dripping with his seed. A puddle of it sat on the ground before him (and a few feet ahead of him, but his releases had lost their steam after hours of this torture).

Kagome was the only one he'd allow to see him in such a state: bound, flushed, sweaty, and utterly wrecked.

No one knew of his proclivities but Kagome.

None of his court knew that their noble, powerful demon lord of royal blood wanted something like this...

He was chained to a thick metal bar, sealed by her holy light; it would sting if he tried to fight against them too much, and he had burnt his wrists thoroughly this time.

Sesshomaru was on his knees, seated on a crude, lewd throne; a pleasure device was thoroughly worked inside him, one that vibrated, rotated, and thrusted, attached to a motor beneath him.

And everything was controlled by Kagome.

His beautiful, cruel, amazing Kagome.

Sesshomaru never would have guessed that the school girl-turned-priestess had such a dark, sadistic side (though, in retrospect, the number of times he'd seen her use those subjugation beads on his brother should have given him a hint).

Nevertheless, as she sat before him fully-clothed in a vintage-style dress of soft lavender, patterned with white polka dots; it had a sweetheart neckline and a halter that tied neatly in a bow at the back of her neck.

Anyone that saw her on the street might think she baked pies for a living.

But Sesshomaru… he knew better.

He knew those midnight eyes, the fantasies that lurked behind them, the darkness and mischief that drove him wild for centuries. He thanked every god there was for bringing her into his life all those years ago.

As he stared at her, another release was building, forcing its way to the brim of his being. He trembled, hearing the harsh motor rumbling beneath him, feeling it inside him. He tossed his head back.

Oh, it would be sweet.

Oh, it would be marvelous.

As the tingles daggered up his spine, and as he tipped over the edge… the motor slowed to a stop. The orgasm bubbled over unceremoniously, pathetically, barely a dull throb of bliss.

Sesshomaru whined.

His mate gave a triumphant grin, "Enough?"

He shook his head, "Again."

Kagome raised an eyebrow, "And what do we say?"

"Please."

Kagome purred, nodding, "Good puppy."

The motor rumbled to life again.