Unwrap Me by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

For the Sesskag Smutmas event - Day 6.

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Kagome didn't have to allow it. If she wanted, she could stop him right then.

Sesshoumaru made an unusual crooning sound, face buried in her neck. His aristocratic nose dragged down to her shoulder, nuzzling.

Her insides turned to mush. She was a liar. She couldn't imagine stopping him, not when he got like this.

Once 'aftercare' was technically over- her body washed and held, Sesshoumaru would press her naked form against the first available hard surface and start the process of… whatever this was.

Sharp, static youki rose, seeping out from his pale form bathed in moonlight. With every touch and caress, every drag of fingers, tongue or lips, youki would trail along Kagome's skin in their wake, energy flowing like curling, heavy smoke and settling with the humidity of sticky vapour. It felt warm yet lulling, his power soaking into her flesh and the fibres of her curling hair.

Kagome had learned since the first few times to clamp down on her powers and just let him be. Strong hands met her waist, squeezing.

She turned over at the silent prompt to lie on her stomach, exposing her back.

The floor was unforgiving while trapped beneath his body, which loomed behind her, pressing in close. Heat fanned over her hair in continual waves.

"Hnn..." Sesshoumaru scented her with deep, long inhales. His spicy, masculine scent held her captive, spilling into her lungs in the same way he took her in; All five senses ensnared by her demon.

Kagome shivered at the press of wicked lips against the nape of her neck. He was smiling, she realised. That jerk. His energy flowed again, heavy and rich, seeping through her. Kagome bit down onto her bottom lip and shuddered as her reiki tried to spill out.

Teeth immediately closed over her neck. She froze.

It didn't hurt- the sharp canines pressing to her jugular were merely a reminder. Now wasn't the time to fight him.

With effort, Kagome forced the sparking holy powers down, rewarded with a rumble from his chest that vibrated into her own. Golden eyes gleamed in the dark somewhere above her.

Mine, he purred. None will touch you but me. Lay still. I will wrap you in me.

More of that dark energy flowed out, near choking her on his scent, his aura, him.

It was a little ridiculous to be so insistent she be covered in his scent from head to toe, especially while they were staying in their remote cabin. Usually, Kagome was quick to call out possessive behaviour if it got too out of hand.

But there were some instincts Sesshoumaru carried that were non-negotiable. This process didn't happen every time they had sex, merely after rough sessions that left her body tender, marked. Kagome knew his ritual helped calm him down. In a way, Sesshoumaru always had to be in control, lest he break her wrist while they held hands. When they let loose in the bedroom, and he lost his senses for a few minutes- becoming feral and unchained, it took a toll to quickly rein himself back in once climax hit.

By licking at her and claiming her body with his scent and energy, it allowed Sesshoumaru to regain control more naturally.

And so long as he kept this process to the confines of their bedroom, Kagome didn't mind.

It actually felt kind of nice, though not in a way she could explain.

Silver hair tickled the bare skin of her back, goosebumps rising from the contact. The flat of his tongue came next, roving languidly, and Kagome sighed.

There isn't much point in bathing me if you're just going to lick me all over. Weirdo.

The slick lathering of his tongue extended, and she could tell he'd elongated his muzzle, tasting her skin and savouring it with another pleased rumble before pressing more kisses to her shoulders, working his way downwards.

Large, calloused hands roamed everywhere- touched everywhere. Over the curves of her hips, ass, thighs, stroking down her knees and calves, right down to the soles of her feet, and then back up again, trailing fire through her veins by marking the way with his youki, laying claim to every square inch of her soon after with his mouth. She felt sleek and wet by the time he was done, laying there like devoured prey. Her skin thrummed with the essence of his dark power, proving she was anything but.

Clawed hands dipped beneath her to cup and massage her breasts into hardened peaks, his mouth sucking at her ear, Kagome's breathing hitched, thighs pressed tight together.

"S-sesshoumaru."

He snaked his arm beneath her, flipping Kagome over once more to lie on her back, dark hair spilling around her in disarray. Slit pupils dilated, liquid gold shining with its own inner light as they loomed close to her face like twin yellow moons. Hot breath fanned over her lips with heavy, panting sounds.

Jagged teeth bumped her upturned palm as she reached for him, stroking a thumb over the beginnings of fur on his jaw.

"Okay," she muttered in a breathy voice, taking hold of the collar of his shirt and undoing the buttons, hooking her legs around his waist. "Now it's my turn to unwrap you."