Drinking of You by Monomyth

Drinking of You

Not a drop of blue blood ran in her veins.

But in the Western lands, Kagome was treated like royalty, and Sesshōmaru’s favorite place to pay respects was between her warm, soft thighs.

Night had barely fallen, the purple and orange hues of dusk giving way to inky blue. Under the cover of just-night, the lord and lady of the West had already retired for the evening, and after a long day’s work, both had chosen their favorite method to unwind.

Kagome was sprawled on their shared futon, luxurious purple silk kimono hiked up around her waist, legs spread wide to make room for Sesshōmaru between them. And the demon was participating in his favorite age-old ritual.

Worship.

Kagome’s slick lips were so swollen that they were already slightly parted, but Sesshōmaru was nothing if not a demanding devotee. Gentle clawed fingers on either side pressed her apart, baring every inch of sensitive flesh to his hungry eyes. Sesshōmaru gave a single satisfied sigh before pressing his nose into her folds and taking a greedy, shuddering breath, his superhuman senses allowing him to discern the subtleties of her scent: a seductive muskiness that carried the combined aromas of cherries, cherry blossoms, and sage. Spread before him like this, her arousal welling from the source, Sesshōmaru always drank deeply, intoxicated by the potent nectar of his mortal goddess.

Kagome pushed herself up, kimono slipping from her shoulders to bare creamy skin patterned with freckles.

“Are you just going to look at me all day, or…?”

Nobody said goddesses had to be patient.

Sesshōmaru’s satisfied laughter was a low rumble in his chest, and the long, slow lick he gave her along the length of her entire slit was both punishment and pacification. His reward was a breathless mewl and the closing of her thighs around his ears, granting him a moment of quiet from both their needy pants.

Strong hands firmly pushed her legs apart again, granting him full access to the pleasures of her flesh. Sesshōmaru reached for the engorged bundle of nerves that sat like a crown on the apex of her slit, using the pad of his thumb to push back the protective covering of her clit. The sly twinkle in his eye was the barest of warnings before he dived, pressing the flat of his tongue over the tender bud, watching her contorted face closely to ensure that the sensation wasn’t too much.

Kagome cried out, back arching straight off the bedding. Delirious with desire, she was lost to the world, if not for the anchor of firm hands on generous hips.  Each languid drag of his tongue was an attempt to unravel her, to get to her very core. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, Kagome’s body was wracked with indecision: widen her legs or grip him tightly with her thighs? Every tantalizing lick changed her mind. All she knew was that she wanted him to keep doing those magical things with his lips and tongue—yes, just like that.

“Please… Sesshōmaru. Please.”

Even the slow smile he gave while pressed against her pussy was stimulation she dearly craved. Pushing her hips towards him, she moaned with abandon, winding her fingers in his hair to pull him closer. You will tend to me, her body seemed to say. Sesshōmaru heard, and he always listened to his gods.

Sealing his mouth around her parted lower lips, he gave a hard suck, drawing honeyed fluids into his mouth. When her flesh was dewy with only his saliva, he slid his tongue deep within her, seeking out more from her body. He was always desperate with her, always desperate for her. No matter how much he thirsted and hungered, she always made more for him; she always provided. He gave his muffled groan of pleasure as he tasted her anew, the flavors of cherries, cherry blossoms, and sage fresh from the source. Kagome’s pleas fell ceaselessly from her lips, invoking other gods, invoking all manner of things she no longer understood.

Then it was back to her clit, his mouth working in the steady rhythm he’d long ago learned she liked. Three swipes on the right side—she really liked that—and then he’d move to the left, all the while tracing elaborate patterns that ensured he covered as much of her cunt as possible.

“Keep going!” she gasped. Of course he obeyed. He always did.

When she screamed his name on her release, Sesshōmaru’s hardened cock throbbed. He ignored its demands, concentrating on careful passes of his tongue over her now-hypersensitive flesh, teasing each remaining tingle of her orgasm from her.

When she was well and truly sated and cleaned, he sat up with a self-satisfied smirk, Kagome’s weary blue eyes watching him warily.

“Again.” His haughty declaration was only slightly ruined by him running his tongue around his lips to catch every last drop of her juices.

Kagome’s exasperated laugh was music to his ears as he hooked wobbly legs over his shoulders and renewed his exaltations.