Seclusion by Oroyukae

It's Been A While

AUTHORS' NOTE: I WISH TO THANK THOSE WHO OFFERED THEIR ASSISTANCE TO MY DILEMMA CONCERNING THE NEED FOR A COLORFUL EUPHEMISM TO BE USED IN THIS CHAPTER. I HAVE NEVER BEEN GOOD AT THOSE THINGS. AS PROMISED - PROPS TO ; 

INFINITE SILENCE- I LOVE SUBMARINES!

TENCHI NO MAI -NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT ONE ON MY OWN.

MOMODESU- OH GIRL...THE THINGS THAT MUST GO THROUGH YOUR HEAD SHOCKS ME.

WICCAN METHUSELAH- I LIKED THE HOOVER REFERENCE AND USED IT.IF YOU ARE READING THIS..CHECK IT OUT!  

AND NOW...ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

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Sesshoumaru rid himself of the last barrier between him and the girl, eyeing her hungrily as he climbed on the bed, forcing her to lie back until she was completely flat, gazing up at him towering above her.  He marveled at the sight of her beneath him, his powerful legs straddling her, the sheer lust and desire for him burning in those orbs of deep blue - threatening to burn him as well.  Her delicate hand caressed his thigh as she allowed it to journey upward toward the intended target.  He steeled himself for it, the moment that appendage dared to take him in its grasp, a soft hiss of approval escaping his lips as he lowered his head to witness the act.  His hips thrust ever-so-slightly, moving his cock within her hand and creating even more of the blessed friction he needed, while his hands busied themselves with caresses of his own... anywhere he could reach.

It did not last long, though, his mind had another agenda - one that did NOT include her bringing him relief with her hand...oh no.  He would have the relief he needed from another part of her small body... the very one he had had his face buried in mere moments prior.  His hands deserted her flesh and grabbed her wrists once more, instantly missing the delicious friction the second she released his engorged phallus, but taking solace in knowing that, in a matter of minutes, he would experience something far better than her hand could offer him.

The feeling of her nude body pressed beneath his was too indescribable to him, and he found himself once more struggling with those cursed primal urges from before.  Out of his need to calm his overeager mind and body, he kissed her deeply, trailing his mouth and tongue across her jaw and down to her neck, stopping to softly growl in her ear, just to see what she would do.  He smirked against her flesh when she shivered deliciously as a result.  Oh, he was going to enjoy himself greatly before it was over.  She was so much fun to play with.

He nipped her flesh, eliciting moans and whimpers from her every time, and had her writhing beneath him in the most wanton of ways... desperate for him to join their bodies and bring her torture to an end.  But he wouldn’t.  He wanted to draw it out and make her always remember just what brought it about.  It had been she who started it...

“Do you remember my name?" he whispered to her, finding the hazy lust-clouded orbs that gazed back at him entertaining on so many levels.  Just for good measure, he ground himself against her and received a short but needful cry from her in response.  Hmm, that didn't sound anything like his name.  He chuckled silently.

Much to his surprise, though, she whispered breathlessly, “Do you remember mine?"  And then she wrapped those legs around his waist, giving him a good squeeze.  He had to groan from the feeling... he just had to.  Like he said before... feisty.

That was it, the one thing that forced his hand and made him give her just what she wanted from him.  With only a few well orchestrated movements, he was poised and ready.  Quickly he leaned in and covered her mouth with his seconds before he thrust inside of her to the hilt, feeling her gasp against his lips.  Taking the opportunity, he slid his tongue into her open mouth and began slipping that appendage in and out of her oral cavern in a pattern complimentary to what his other appendage was doing elsewhere.  The result was so erotic and sensual; she whimpered and moaned with every thrust.  Very nice.

Kagome removed her hands from his back and fisted the sheets beneath her.  Gods, he filled her so very completely and then some.  It was her belief that no male had ever done so before, none that she could recall at least, and he was good at drawing out the carnal lust that dwelled deep inside her.  For some unknown reason Kagome just knew she had never been so aggressive and eager when it came to intimate matters, and she was positive it had a lot to do with her current partner.  HE made her act that way.  HE made her do the things she was doing to him, say the things she was saying, and she was not one bit ashamed of them either.  She only hoped that she was making HIM feel the way she was feeling - even just a little.

He wasn't very vocal, not that she was surprised by that fact.  Oh, he wasn't completely silent, he did make noises, just not real words; mainly growls and the occasional moans here and there, but then he had never made ANY sounds until that day.  It was encouraging.  She relied on watching his eyes as he thrust that delicious body mercilessly into hers, using his crimson eyes as her guide to just how much he was enjoying what they were doing and it was enough... it had to be.  Her devious mind vowed that, before she left his mountain, she WOULD make him call out to her in heated, lust-filled passion at least once.

She, however, had no qualms whatsoever about letting him know just what he was doing to her through breathless whispers and nearly incoherent cries... oh no , in fact she increased their frequency as she realized that when she gave those exquisite sensations a voice, he would intensify them to almost excruciating levels.  Demons were auditory beings after all, especially his species of demon.

He amazed her with his stamina; she would not have expected him to last as long as he was, what with him being isolated for god knows how long without company of any kind, especially of the female persuasion.  That just made it so much more satisfying for her, knowing she was the first woman to grace his bed in so long.  She felt honored by that fact.

Kagome licked his neck, marveling in the taste of him - even nipped his flesh with her blunt teeth and felt him shudder with passion as her reward for it.  Then, her lover stopped.  He ceased any and all movements and stared down into her eyes silently, searching for something.  What it was, she could not say.  Without warning, he withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty and aching in need.

“No... Pl-please, d-don't stop,” she panted, her chest heaving.  He couldn’t... he wouldn't just leave her hanging like that.  She was so close to the edge.  She watched him as he sat back upon his heels, those indecent eyes of his never straying from hers.

“Come here."  His voice was deep and somewhat dark, making her quiver in places she never knew she could.  It was not a request, but a command - one that she had no choice but to obey.

Eye-level with him once more, Kagome was impatient to feel him again and reached out to touch his cheek, her thumb gingerly caressing the magenta stripes it found there.  His eyes rolled upward for a moment, the only time he took his eyes off her since they began.  He shocked her with yet another command, not because of what he said but because he said it.

“Turn."  It was simple, yet clear, and again, she obeyed him.

Her body trembled in anticipation of what he was going to do to her, excited by the fact she could not see him - only FEEL him there behind her.  The heat radiated off his body and seeped into hers, burning her up from the inside out.  She had an idea of what he was going to do and, god, if it did not make her ache just imagining it.

Sesshoumaru eyed her back, allowing his eyes to slowly lower inch by delectable inch down that small frame to her oh-so-tempting round ass and back up, his large, strong hand accompanying his eyes on the return journey.  He found he could not recall the last time he had taken a female in that position, nor the last time he had even wanted to either.  But at that very minute, he wanted to take her.  His long fingers stroked her spine teasingly just to watch her start from the feeling; he was not disappointed, far from it.  She reacted beautifully to his touch and seemed to crave more, something he was willing to give her.

Softly he kissed the flesh between her shoulder blades, touching his tongue to her ever-so-slightly and got a moan of pure desire from her as payment for his actions.  Without warning, he pulled her back against him hearing her gasp in surprise as his clawed right hand gripped her jaw and turned her head so that her neck was open to him.  Sesshoumaru’s hot mouth immediately latched onto her flesh, nipping her then soothing the sting with his tongue.  The left hand ventured around her and found her folds easily, taking to stroking and rubbing her nearly mindless.  “I do not want to hurt you," he growled into her ear, licking the shell of her appendage oh-so-devilishly.

Arms moved in synch and soon a breast was cupped while silver hair was fisted.  “I-I'll be fine... just... do it," she breathed - so wantonly that it made his cock twitch against her

The way she pulled on his hair when he entered her once more forced a rumbling moan from his throat, damn the girl was good.  Tight too.  Her clenching walls were brutal in their grip on his member, holding on as if for dear life when he slowly started to pull back to begin a proper pace to fuck her with.  Clearly she did not wish for him to pull out of her again, not that he was going to.  He would remain buried deep within her depths until he was through.

Her tightness pleased him more than he was willing to admit, aloud or otherwise.  It meant that she did not regularly indulge in such acts and that pleased him as well.  Even before his withdrawal from the world he had been very selective about his rutting partners, no matter what his tastes were at the time.  Oral, anal or traditional, he did not care for whores that just gave out to any male willing to bed them.  They held no interest for him and, well, they had a certain offensive odor that he hated and could not tolerate.  Frankly, it made him retch.  He had preferred women who took pride in themselves, cared about their appearance, and definitely had decent morals.  They aroused him more than a woman who could Hoover him until his eyes bled.  That thought immediately brought the image of those eyes of deep blue gazing up at him, his engorged cock shoved deep into her mouth... and he had to cast the image out of his mind lest he end their activities prematurely.

This girl, now she had done what he thought would be impossible.  Not only had she aroused him when he thought he had risen above such behaviors, but she had managed to actually get him to forego his decision of disassociation and had him, at that very moment, pounding into her tiny body with damn near all he had… and LOVING it.  Yes, he was enjoying every delicious second he was buried inside her, making her whimper for him and cry out from the sensations he evoked within her.  In fact, he wanted to hear more... he NEEDED to hear more.  This spurred him on to increase the force he used to fuck her while marveling at her tolerance.  Oh yes, he had made the right decision.

His arm tightened around her to hold her steady, his ears rang with the sounds of her pleasure while his body rejoiced in the feel of her gripping his cock in a vicious stranglehold upon every withdrawal.  He found himself nearing his release and, for a second, he thought about slowing down to hold it off, but then he felt her walls quivering and clenching frantically at his throbbing member and he knew she was just as close as he was, maybe even closer.  Suddenly the desire to hear her scream out for him in the throes of her ecstasy became the only thing that was important to him.  He rubbed her sensitive clit furiously, pushing her closer and closer to the edge and he followed right behind her.  They would fall together, careening through the seemingly endless chasm of euphoria as one, riding out the brutal storm until they were left quivering, sated masses of flesh.

Head thrown back and eyes burning like fire, he felt it coming and he welcomed it with open arms, it had been so very long for him - too long.  Her screams of appreciation for his talents satisfied him beyond belief, heightening his satisfaction to levels he had never experienced before.  A fierce snarl escaped him as his seed spilled inside her spasming walls, fighting the urge to dig his claws into her sweet, tender flesh.  As wave after wave washed over him, he could sense hers as well and he almost became overwhelmed by what he experienced as a result.  For a brief moment, he actually feared that his very heart would stop as he found it near impossible to get ample amounts of air into his lungs.  Thankfully, though, the sweet agony started to subside and he felt in control once again.  It would have been humiliating for him if he had been rendered unconscious from the experience, she would NOT let him live it down.

When he felt her slight body begin to go limp in his embrace, Sesshoumaru gently lowered her down to the mattress, his ego reaching new levels as he surveyed the effects he’d had on her.  Although he tried to remove the smug grin of satisfaction from his face, it would not leave.  He was proud of how he had affected her, leaving her so flushed and sweaty, completely exhausted and trembling from the aftermath of violent release that he had caused.  Actually, proud wasn't an accurate word for what he felt as he gazed upon her, laying there shaking and gasping for breath.  He doubted that one even existed.

Sesshoumaru was exhausted too; though he hid it well, the girl had worn him out.  He stretched out on the bed beside her, mentally willing his heart to slow down and return to its normal rhythm; finding that, the second it did, uncertainty began to rear its ugly head.  For the love of god, could it not just let him enjoy the moment at least?  Did it HAVE to spoil the mood so soon?  They were both consenting adult beings and his mind should not be asking him such questions as 'Should he have allowed it?' or 'What now?'  Damn it to hell.

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