A Service to Remember by Smittee

A Service to Remember

The two high-ranking samurai stepped into the different atmosphere. Sure, the one with long black hair was accustomed to this sort of place, but the silver haired one was not. Sure, this fine establishment was normal place to the silver one; he just never had time to be in such a place. His expression showed he was highly respected. Leading his small army was no easy task. Tall with his silvery strands reaching past his waist, he seemed the polar opposite of the man beside him. While fair, his companion was a dark tan, only a bit shorter, with a large smirk across his face. While they looked like they wouldn't ever get along, it was their differences that made them a strong force. So, even though the silver one's irritation with the other bringing him with him was present, he would still trust no one else to watch his back in battle.

"Aw Come on, Sesshomaru! Lighten up! We're off duty at the moment," spoke the dark haired one to him. "I know you're gonna enjoy yourself. Besides, this is a heck of a lot better than finding a mate. Women just seem to get in the way at the wrong time. That's how I see it anyways."

Sesshoumaru gave him no change in expression but a single raised brow. "Hiten, I would expect one such as you to think of mating as a useless burden," he replied.

'Heh. You'll see it my way one day. Hey, there's some good lookin' ones over there. I'll talk to you later!" There Hiten left Sesshomaru's side to head towards two women, who had just been redone after 'businesses.

Sesshoumaru was actually pleased to be rid of his company. If he was to 'enjoy' himself in a place of prostitution, it was better to be alone in the pursuit. Looking around, this was only the first area of the brothel. Vibrant colors hung in this area, bringing in colors to show a warmer atmosphere. Walking around, he couldn't sense anyone in this area that he would dare pay for. Being a youkai of great strength made is harder for him to find someone he would be able to find pleasure with. Sure, these women were human and youkai alike, but not strong enough to withstand his power. Sure, he wasn't planning to be rough. It's just the way he was. What seemed to him like very soft and romantic could be very painful for another. This is why he didn't find his pleasure in a partner very often.

Just then, a woman walked up to him bowing. He could tell this wind demoness before him was one of the 'mothers' to these women. 'Mother is more accurate. Most of the woman who work in a brothel were also raised here,' he thought.

"Greetings, sir. I can tell you are quite powerful. Perhaps you would enjoy our more...suiting selection," she spoke, covering her face with her spread fan afterwards.

Sesshomaru looked her up and down. Seeing as she had a fan, not to mention the scent upon her, he could tell she was a wind demon. 'It seems that a demon's weapon truly does reflect what their power is.' After all, Hiten used a pike to channel his lightning through. It would make perfect since for a person with wind powers to channel them through something that creates wind.

He nodded to her, and she was soon leading him the way.

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Oh yes, there were stronger woman within these quarters. There were also some quite strong men in here as well. 'I can see this is where they keep their more respected woman as well,' he thought. Men, being the first to go into prostitution, it is no surprised their services were respected. However, Sesshomaru was not one for 'brotherly love'. Scanning the power from the woman in the room, he could sense a very powerful force within the room. So powerful...He was surprised such a person was working in a place like this. 'If they have this much strength, it's a surprise she wouldn't be sold off to fight in the war, rather than pleasure male and female youkai alike,' he thought. 'She was probably one of those brought up here.' Walking towards the powerful aura, he knew the wind demoness honed in on his desires.

"Do you wish for our most powerful woman here then?" she asked.

Sesshomaru gave another short not, before stepping back. He watched as she walked towards the woman and spoke clearly.

"Kagome, will you kindly show our gentleman to our best room?"

What Sesshomaru saw was quite a shock! A human, with that sort of power? 'She must be a miko...' Even so, it was unheard of a woman with miko powers being a woman for pleasure. Perhaps he was being given the wrong woman. He focused in on her, but found himself concluding that she truly was the right one. This made him curious. 'Whatever the reason, it matters not to This Sesshoumaru,' he told himself. He watched her bow, and then take him towards an empty room.

Stepping into the room, he heard her shut the door behind him. He waited to see what she would do. He was unsure of how this service goes about such things. She came around him and motioned to the sitting mat on the floor, a bright smile on her face. Never before had he seen such a smile on anymore before. Oddly enough, her smile matched the emotion he sensed from her.

Most of those in her state are taught to dampen their emotions and the like, for better sexual experience for their clients. And yet, here she was even easier to read than his comrade, Hiten. She also dressed in what looked to be a more layered attire with very beautiful patterns.  This showed how well valued and respected she was. 'She is probably closer to a geisha than most here,' he thought. Her hair was brought up into the normal style of most woman during this time; a bun like fashion by rolling the hair up and placing an adornment on top of it. While she moved with grace, there was something that seemed more...innocent than she was. 'This proves that she was one raised here. Her innocence I see is the innocence of not knowing the world outside of this brothel. After all, once you are here you do not leave, unless you are just a client.'

The youkai sat down on the mat. Sitting up straight, he watched as she sat in front of him, on a matt next to a small table. Her eyes were a very light blue, which was unusual with Japanese woman. 'That's probably one of the special qualities that places her so high up, exception from her power.'

"Would you like a cup of tea, sir?" she asked him in a cheery voice. It was as if this woman had an air of confidence around her. Sesshomaru nodded to her, watching her delicately pour the tea. That's when her confidence changed a bit. If he hadn't been watching her face closely, he wouldn't have notice her eye farthest from him was closed, as if expecting something bad to happen as she poured the tea. The nervous feeling he sensed seemed to float away, after she poured it. 'Perhaps she has had trouble to a clumsy mistake in the past.' She held the cup out of him, and he took it, bowing his head slightly in thanks.

Closing his eyes, Sesshoumaru inhaled the scent of the green tea. He took a small sip allowing both aroma and taste to be remembered, before taking another sip.

"This tea is very well made," he told her, thinking it only best to compliment when deserved.

"I am pleased you like it, sir." He watched as she bowed slightly, and then return to her normal upright position.

While he sat there drinking the tea, he couldn't push down his curiosity on why a woman with miko powers, and such a powerful one at that, would be working here. So, he had to ask.

"This Sesshoumaru finds himself wishing to enquire as to why you work here, when you clearly have spiritual powers."

"You are free to ask. Yes, I was born with spiritual powers. Although, just because I have these powers doesn't mean they should only used for purifying and the like. Although, I have been able to purify a male demon's seed to being sterile. That way, if they wish to spill it, there is no worry of pregnancy.' She paused before continuing. "My services here are not much different than a miko in her village. Both have a service to keeping the people around them happy, and care for those who need caring when needed. While she helps by protecting and healing physical wounds, I can heal the hormonal needs or mental wounds of those who come in. I can also protect those, who may be treated by their client a little too harshly." Then, a flash of that brilliant smile. "I hope my answer is what you were looking for. I can be a little too talkative at times."

Sesshomaru shook his head. "Not at all. You were very descriptive, making it easy for anyone who would ask to understand. As you see your position, This Sesshoumaru can see that your point of view on this matter makes more sense than many would have expected. The services, though practice differently, are indeed quite similar." Taking another sip of his tea, he allowed time to soak in the information he had just been given. Soon, he had no more tea and held it out to her; she picked up the kettle, and he nodded. The woman poured him some more, before placing it back on the table. He brought the cup back to his lips to beginning the process of downing this cup as well.

He had to admit, she had a certain charm about her. Although he was not fond of the white face paint hiding the skin that was probably the same color as the back of her hand. There was also the fact that she was so easy to read, and yet kept poise physically. Then the power she had. Then, his thoughts swarmed to the things he could be doing to her right now. That's when he noticed her sitting posture change, as she took the ornament out of her hair. Has she sensed his want to begin? 'No one has ever been able to read this Sesshoumaru.' Though, he pushed this aside for the moment. Allowing her to take the cup from him, he admire her long black hair. Running his clawed fingers through it, he felt just how silky it looked. Looking into her eyes, he wanted to place a hand on her cheek. Although, he knew the whole point of the white paint was for fashion, it also made her a bit mysterious. It was like a mask for them all to wear, so you really weren't sure who they were.

She leaned back, as Sesshoumaru put and arm around her waist. Using his other hand, he slid it through the top of her kimono, feeling the soft skin underneath not covered in make up. Sliding it off one of her shoulders, he kissed the pink flesh softly. He felt her breath at his sensitive ears. Whispering softly she asked," Would you like me to undress you?"

The samurai nodded, and she pulled back from him. Delicate fingers worked off his basic armor. Then off went his silk haori. The tips of her fingers touched lightly across his bare chest, making him shiver. Lower and lower they went, going to the ties of his hakama. When they were loose, he stood up so that they would better come off. She did something he had not expected then. He felt as her small hand squeezed his member slightly, slowly sliding it up and off his tip. He emitted a groan, liking the feeling. It was upsetting to know she had stopped to finish taking off his Hakama. Stopping her, he took off his footwear. He knew it might be difficult to take off.

"I've never seen such covering for the feet," she spoke up. This was no surprise that she hadn't. Not many did this. Although, it did surprise him that she spoke up. In all truths, from what he knew, prostitutes didn't speak unless spoken to. 'Perhaps her apology for being too talkative was said for a reason.' He wouldn't say he wasn't happy she did something against the rules. In fact, he is glad she was. It made the situation less awkward, and he hated for things to be awkward.

"While socks usually do fit the purpose of covering one's foot, the sandals are a hassle to contend with. This way, my feet are covered and protected, and I don't have to worry about the sandal getting caught and breaking during battle. Not to mention they are a lot warmer and easier to clean than anything else," he replied.

"So you are not only strong, but have an inventive streak. Creativity must help during battle," she spoke, sounding just as sweet and kind as she had been.

Something about that voice was making him quite hard at length. It was much different from the disgustingly seductive tones that most youkai females seem to give him, when trying to lull him into being their mate. It was a good change.  He looked to see that she was still on her knees, while he was standing with his back straight. Something made him want her to squeeze his cock again, so he ran his fingers through her hair again. "Do as you did when you were taking my pants off again."

He watched as her hand reached out, repeating the action again. Groaning again, he noticed there was a slight change. Her hand did not come off the tip, and soon she was rolling the palm of her hand around it. He tried to keep some form of composure, but it felt quite good. He watched as she began to pump his shaft. He growled out in appreciation. This was the first time he ever allowed a woman to do such a thing to him. If he was going to do anything with anyone, it was just usually a quick rump and that was that. Nothing more. But this-'I may recommend this more often,' he thought.

The other hand rose to his hip, rubbing it firmly, before sliding down to play with his sack. This was enough to close the great youkai's eyes. His fingers that were in her hair came up to rub her scalp. The usually tense lord began to relax at her touch. This as well had never happened before. He was the type that was even tense when he'd sleep, if he slept that is. 'What kind of powers DOES this woman have that can make me relax like this?' Although, he tensed up again, feeling some hot and wet touch his person. Eyes shooting open, he was about to growl. Instead, a groan poured forth, as he watched her tongue twirl and dance across his sensitive skin. He would be more on guard if she were youkai, but from what he knew human did not have fangs as they did. His tensing vanish again, as he saw his member vanish pass her lips, and into that warm, wet depth.

His knees felt weak, and so he changed to a kneeling position; a position he never suspected himself in. The woman lowered as well, following his member, bringing it in and out. He could feel what seem to be the back of her throat pressing again his tip, and he sighed in pleasure from it. His eyes tinted a pink, as his lower instinct played upon him. Like all creatures, including human, there was a baser instinct. It was just easier to see with a demon, as each demon as a physical way of showing it. His was in his eyes. Just having that bit of pink meant he had let a bit of his conscience go. His hand gripped the back of her head, but not painfully, as he felt her sucking. Vibrations then came, and he felt himself slowly rising to the occasion. If he let this go on, he may have come within those painted red lips of hers.

This would not do. He had to know this vixen that was bringing him to such a height, especially sense she still was clothed. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him.

"That is enough. I will undress you now," he spoke firmly.

She nodded, removing her lips from him. He sensed a slight, flittering emotion. It was only there for a few minutes, but-

'Was she disappointed just then? Was she enjoying what she was doing, or was it just because I'm focusing on her? Never the matter. It's none of This Sesshomaru's business,' he tried to tell himself.

He began undoing the tied of her Kimono, layer by layer. Once they were off, he placed a hand on the small of her back, signifying to ay down. His eyes scanned over her form. Her form was beautiful. Breasts plump, he resisted licking his lips. They looked delicious. Leaning down, he placed one within his mouth, his tongue licking her round nipple. He heard her sigh, and he could not help but smirk. Bringing up one hand, he began kneading her free breast, rubbing his thumb over its nipple as well. He could feel her legs moving underneath him, rubbing together. While her pleasure was not suppose to matter, something about her made him want her to enjoy him doing this as much as he enjoyed what wonderful thing she had just done for him.

Positioning himself at her entrance, he rubbed his tip upon her folds, feeling them quite wet and already relaxing for him to enter. Pulling his lips away from her breast, he thrusted within her, hearing her cry out. He could smell her arousal grow stronger, and he could tell how it pleased her. Pulling him outward, but the tip, he thrusted back in. He kept a steady pace, enjoying the moans he was hearing from her. He himself had grunted, and was groaning about how warm and tight it was within her. His arms lay at the side of her arms so he could better position himself, as he pushed his length with more speed within her. His eyes were now fully tinted pink, but had not yet turned red. He was still in control of his instincts, but aware of how this woman was making him get close to doing so.

The samurai watch the woman of service below him. Her features looked even more beautiful, as she tried to keep her blue eyes open for him. He found himself growing lost in the moment, forgetting about everything he had been thinking about. His eyes narrowed in to only one part on her face. Those beautiful red lips. It was a part of the code to not kiss him on the lips, but dare he do it to her? The longer he thrusted, the more he couldn't get those lips out of his mind. Unable to resist it any longer, his lips came crashing down upon hers.

She tried to fight it, but soon relaxed to his kiss. He could sense her nervous feeling extinguish, and her lips opened to him. His tongue explored the inside of her lips, finding he wanted to continue to kiss her. Her tongue came up to meet his, and his twirled around the squishy appendage. They both moaned into the kiss, as he brought his cock harder and faster in and out of her. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss. Both breathing hard, he was close to his final release and she tightening more around him. With one last stroke, he released his hot seed within her. Her walls tightened around him soon after, and he could feel her creamy fluids wash over his cock. This had been the best sexual experience he had ever had. Instead of his strong lust bringing about his own release, it was she that had done so. Both her physical and spiritual form had brought him in, and made his want to fuck so strong. A human who did not care about his title or his appearance. A woman who saw him as another person who is looking for some pleasure. What did she awake inside of him?

Both panting heavily, he pulled out of her, to lie down beside her. Both spoke not a word, just rested where they were. When both his and her heart had calmed down, they sat up to dress. She dressed him, and He did the same for her. Bowing to each other, Sesshomaru knew it was about time that he must go.

"I hope you have enjoyed the services provided for you this evening," she spoke.

"I have," he replied. "Thank you."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Then, he left the room, heading towards where he would be making the payment. He wasn't sure what to say or do with himself. Standing at the front counter, he paid extra for her services.

"Hey, buddy! Man, you seem really relaxed! I knew this would do you good," spoke Hiten, as he came walking up. His arms were draped over two women's shoulders. "Say, I'd come back with ya, but I think I'm gonna stay a little longer, sir."

"Hn," was all Sesshomaru answered, turning towards the door. He exited out of the establishment, rewinding his mind back to where the woman first called out the service girl's name. "Kagome," he said, not even realizing he spoke her name out loud. He had a strange feeling he would be returning to this same brothel again very soon.

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I do not own Rumiko Takahashi's characters, nor do I profit from writing this. I had actually wanted to write something about a brothel for a long time now. I hope you enjoyed reading. ^.^