There be smut in these here waters. Don't read if that ain't your thing.
Originally written for First Sentence asks on tumblr. It's still a chapter in my First Sentence collection, but I wanted to publish it separately as well.
Prompt: Please
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Rude
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“Please.”
In all his centuries, Sesshomaru never once begged for anything.
But he begged now.
With wrists tied to the post Kagome insisted they add to their room before the mating ceremony, he stared, mesmerized by the motion of her dark head bopping between his shaking legs. Raven tresses tickled his hips and thighs, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his hands in the dark strands, flex his claws along her scalp, and feel her shiver under him.
Cerulean eyes, hooded and filled with lust, watched him as he struggled against the reiki infused bindings.
Blunt teeth and tongue and gripping fingers drove him wild with want.
Yoki pressed unyielding against her spiritual powers, dueling for dominance. It was unnatural for a daiyokai, let alone an inu daiyokai, to be so vulnerable. So… submissive. Instinct raged, howled, and thrashed against it. Yet, somehow, with his yoki demanding to conquer her powers and take her, and her reiki keeping him in his humanoid form, Sesshomaru relished the unnatural.
He would continue to let her lead, whenever the urge struck her, if it always felt like this.
Golden eyes rimmed scarlet, magenta stripes rippled with jagged edges, and pernicious fangs fought to elongate. Unable to stop himself, he pulled on the ropes that bound him and searing reiki skittered down his arms in punishment. Waves of pleasure rolled through him, hips jerking, driving his painfully hard and weeping cock further into his mate’s warm, wet mouth. Slender fingers squeezed the base of his shaft hard, and reiki zapped out from her palm for his infraction.
Losing himself in the pleasurable pain, he whined, then immediately snarled at his own prostration.
A sinful smile graced her lips as she released his cock with a final lick across the head. Keeping her eyes on him, she kissed an agonizingly slow path up his torso, dragging her body along the head of his erection. Precum and saliva smeared her skin. The weight of her pressed against the tip nearly made his eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“’Please’ what?” she whispered has she nipped his nipple and traced one long, magenta stripe across his opposite pectoral. Reiki danced out from her fingertips, swirling with yoki before fading away and repeating the process.
“Release me.”
“Hmm,” she hummed low and smirked. “Why would I do that? I’m beginning to like being in charge for once.”
Kagome continued to make her way upward, lavishing his neck, chin, then ear. Blunt teeth dragged over pointed cartilage, before sucking the abused flesh into her mouth, tongue lapping at the skin.
The howl that escaped his lips reverberated around the room and rattled their bones. Kagome moaned at the sensation.
She braced herself with wide hands on his chest and rolled her hips against his impossibly hard cock. The head buried in her curls and slipped against her clit. A gasp escaped her as she rocked herself against it, her folds already wet and weeping.
Sesshomaru groaned, low and deep, fighting every urge to thrust his hips upwards and drive himself into her. Kagome watched his face as she dragged her sex farther down his shaft, the head just barely brushing past her entrance before she pulled away.
“It is rude to tease,” he ground out between clenched teeth, panting.
Kagome laughed, and his chest flooded with warmth at the melodic sound.
“Then you’ve been rude to me for days.”
He growled in protest. She was right, of course. Since their ceremony, he spent the time between sunset and sunrise, then sunrise and sunset too, learning all of her. Tasting, touching, teasing every part of her. Committing to memory everything that made her dive head-first over the precipice and clench her walls around him, crying out his name.
It was only fair she had the chance to do the same.
“But you’re in luck, dog-man,” she said affectionately as she raised her hips and gripped the base of his cock.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
She pressed the tip against her dripping opening.
“I want you.”
And with a practiced ease the two of them had come to know, she sank down the length of his shaft, engulfing him in wet, pulsing heat, both of them moaning in relief at finally being one yet again.
With an extraordinary feat of self-control, Sesshomaru held his hips as still as possible as she found a steady pace, rising then impaling herself on his cock over and over and over. Muscles shook, and the lines between this form and the next began to blur. Now that he was once more within his mate, his raging instincts bucked and commanded he take her. He was close, but she was closer. He could wait a little longer, just a little longer, for her to have her fun.
“I’m already so…” Kagome gasped, unable to finish her words, as her hips rocked into a thundering rhythm of her own making. Blunt nails dragged across his chest, raven hair swung around her, clinging to glistening skin. Her eyes slammed shut and dark brows furrowed, mouth hanging open. “You feel so good, I can’t… I-I—Sesshomaru!”
Kagome came in a halo of pink light, reiki burst into all corners of their room, pleasantly stinging his flesh. Her walls clamped against him hard, begging him to fill her.
Yoki surged, oppressive in its desperation. As his mate rode out her orgasm, Sesshomaru broke through the sacred bindings as if they were nothing more than paper. He took his mate in his arms. The room suddenly turned over itself, becoming nothing more than a blur, and when it settled, Kagome was on her knees, back bared beautifully before him. Claw tips sunk into wide, feminine hips where lethal hands held her steady, and his cock buried deep within her to the hilt.
Instincts purred to finally dominate once more.
With each desperate thrust his mate cried out in pleasure, and his true form fought to take hold. Beautiful golden eyes bled crimson. Yoki roiled, tossing his silver locks into the air, the corners of his mouth stretched into a grotesque smile, showcasing deadly fangs.
One hand now gripped her hair as he plowed into her, balls slapping her clit. Utterly feral, Sesshomaru kept up his punishing pace. Phantom ripples within Kagome’s walls began to press against his length. He released her hair and used the hand to support himself on the floor beside her own as he pressed his torso flush against her back, reveling in skin sliding against skin. He titled his hips, and hit the spot deep inside her he knew she loved. He could feel the tightening in his balls, the impossible burn deep within his abdomen, and his driving rhythm stuttered.
“Kagome,” he snarled before sinking his partially-transformed maw into the juncture of her neck. His mate screamed her release, words incoherent. The waves inside her griped his cock, and he snarled as he tumbled over the edge to join her, filling her with his thick, searing seed.
In the aftershocks of their lovemaking, a greedy tongue lapped at the blood oozing from the bite. Scarlet liquid dripped down her breasts, but she didn’t care as the two of them collapsed on their pallet of furs.
Still within his mate, and not wanting to leave, he adjusted them both to their side, her back still pressed against his chest. One hand brushed away the dark strands of hair soaked with blood, continuing to lick her bite clean.
Yoki finally settled to a low hum resonating around the two of them. Kagome hummed in contentment.
“I now see the wisdom of your request, Mate,” Sesshomaru spoke, breathless. He caught the edge of a smile as she turned her head in his direction.
“Knew you would eventually.”
Giving one final lick, he squeezed her hip, and slowly slid himself out of her, both of them groaning at the loss of contact. Kagome shifted onto her back, and his tongue immediately traced the little streaks of blood along her breast. Her hand tried to run through his soft, silver hair, but the tangles snagged her fingers.
“A bath would be nice; don’t you think?”
A low rumble blossomed in his chest.
“I do not wish to cleanse my scent from you yet.”
“Well, wish it soon, because I am sticky and sore.”
Sesshomaru pulled away from her breast, chuckling. He met her beautiful, deep cerulean gaze and smiled. Knuckles lovingly brushed her cheek. In the moonlight, her lips glistened. He leaned down, briefly capturing them with his own.
“Come, Kagome,” he said as he pulled away and gathered her into his arms, raising them both from the furs. Lithe arms wrapped around his neck as he stood and carried her off to the adjoining bathhouse. “Let us bathe.”