Cell Block Tango by Rachel
Tango
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A/N: Ha-chachacha! Unfortunately – for you and for me – this is the final chapter of this fun little romp. I hope you will enjoy this, because I know it was a blast for me ;) I cannot thank those of you who reviewed enough for the reactions you gave, some of which definitely made me smile. Hat’s off to you, folks!
WARNING: serious limes/lemons ahead! This means language, freakiness, and all the other fun stuff that makes us save money on the hot water bill at the end of the month! No underage readers!
Disclaimer: once and for all, I don’t own Inuyasha or the musical “Chicago” (even though I wish I did), nada bit, nada lick.
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It was silent throughout the prison, and darker than night itself. Somewhere within the fortress of stone was the sound of water going steady – drip, drip, drip. The prison matron was in her office, shuffling papers and smoking a long brown cigarette that crackled as it burned. Wardens in distant prison blocks could be faintly heard, rounding up their cattle for the night, whacking at iron bars with steel nightsticks and shouting in gruff voices. It was a world dominated by the dark, and by the men who flourished in it.
But the dark would not – could not – hold itself against the moon, no matter how hard it tried. As soon as the last light went out in a prisoner’s cell, the full moon began its descent behind the windows of the prison, infiltrating the obstinate dark with a pale white gleam. Like God’s sunny fingers reaching through clouds, the moonlight was cut into shafts by the bars in the windows, highlighting only the pieces of the prison that wanted to be seen.
But one of the moon’s probing fingers was not content with the floor of the granite domain. It was intent on finding a more interesting subject to gaze upon, for it did not wish to spend its one night in the sky looking at nothing. It was a determined beam, not resting on the snoring warden on the bottom floor, nor the low-class criminal pacing back and forth in her cell, distressed and confused.
No. The curious little light wanted something interesting to look upon, something that only it would see, and would make all the other beams of light grey with envy, wishing they had seen it, too. But there was nothing but the drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet in a prisoner’s cell and the soft snoring of the indolent warden. Just because the light could overcome dark didn’t mean the silent prison could suddenly come to life. The little beam was dismayed of finding something to gaze upon, and began its retreat back through the barred windows –
“Ah!”
The little beam heard it – a soft cry in the dead of night, a sign of waking life within the lethargic prison. It waited to hear the sound again, but none came. The curious light would not be hindered by the silence, for it was nothing but a trifle compared to its power, and began a search of the cellblocks to determine where the sound had come from and what had caused it. There was a murmur of fabric slipping off of skin, and the light found purchase within the darkness of the fifth cell on the third block, towering high above the ground. The light glimmered off of silver hair and human fingernails, and the briefest flash of vivid blue irises burning through the dark told the curious little beam that its goal had been met, and all that was left to do was to enjoy the show.
Kagome hadn’t felt this alive since she killed her husband and sister. Standing, she hovered over the demon before her by only an inch or two, but they made all the difference in the world in her game of power. She still had a firm hold on Sesshoumaru’s neck, keeping him kneeling so that she retained dominance. She knew that outside her cell, Sesshoumaru had all the power; within her cell was a different matter entirely.
Kagome continued to pull apart the buttons of her drab blue-grey uniform, one by one by one, until the jumpsuit hung open from the bottom of her neck to just below her navel, revealing a path of skin for Sesshoumaru to gaze greedily upon, but not for him to touch or to taste. With her free hand, Kagome traced her fingers across her throat and down, past her breastbone and sternum, fluttering over the firm skin of her stomach and around the curve of her right hip before slipping into the dark confines of her jumpsuit.
Sesshoumaru strained against the woman’s hold on his neck, angry at having to watch her reveal her skin to him but remaining unable to touch her. When Kagome’s hand disappeared into the bottom of her uniform, he tried harder to escape her grasp, knowing that if she pleasured herself in front of him and didn’t grant him the right to do it himself, he’d go mad. But Sesshoumaru knew, he knew that that was exactly what Kagome wanted him to do, and because of the strange power keeping him kneeling at her feet like a groveling human lover, he was helpless to change his fate.
The murderess reveled in her power over the demon as she drew a middle finger through her hot, wet folds, her grip on his neck tightening with the jolt of ecstasy the gesture sent through her system.
“Ah!”
Kagome’s very blood was burning. She swirled the finger around her burning clit, gasping again at the sensation, but refrained from proceeding further. She made sure that the digit was sufficiently saturated with the heady wetness of her arousal before removing it from its warm home.
Sesshoumaru watched from his kneeling position as Kagome withdrew her crafty finger and held it up in the shaft of moonlight that had decided to peek in on their exploits; he eyed it hungrily, inhaling the sweet scent with all the greed and desire characteristic of him. Kagome smiled at the night guard, a cunning Cheshire leer, as she dropped the glistening finger toward his mouth, stopping its path to let it hover just above his bottom lip. Sesshoumaru growled, eyes narrowing. He made to reach out and take the finger into his mouth like he so desired – the sight and scent of her arousal had him harder than he had been in three years – but Kagome would have none of it. She pushed him back with the force of her hand, leaning over her prey with all the ferocity of a victorious predator.
“Now, now, Sesshoumaru. If you don’t learn to behave right away, tonight is only going to get worse for you.”
The demon’s eyes never strayed from Kagome’s, but his nose was filled with the scent of her juices, the liquid now starting to dry on her finger. He knew how the stuff tasted, and he railed against the idea of any of it going to waste. But he would not back down from this fight, nor any fight the woman had prepared for him.
“And how do I know if I’m behaving to your standards, Kagome?” He let her name rumble from deep in his chest, knowing what it would do to her. Sure enough, he was rewarded with a sharp spike in her arousal, and while it wasn’t her finger still hovering over his lips, it was a start. Kagome continued to stare into Sesshoumaru’s eyes, delighting in the conflagration she saw raging within them.
“You behave,” she began, moving her finger from side to side, letting the scent of her sex really get into his nose, “I reward.” She stopped the finger at his lips again, bringing them ever closer. Sesshoumaru smirked before opening his mouth, admiring the woman’s face as it drew nearer to his, matching the slow descent of her finger. He was so close to two goals in that moment – her finger and her lips – that the tastes of both were just on the edge of his senses.
“Are you fair with your rewards?” He whispered, his voice dark and rough, matching his current mood. His hands were free to do with as he pleased, but like the rest of his body, they were useless under the woman’s strange power. Kagome smirked, parting her full lips – to kiss or to speak, Sesshoumaru wasn’t sure. They neared his own, her finger between them, until each was only a centimeter, a millimeter away from him. And just when he thought he would receive his reward, Kagome bypassed his needy lips and drove her coated finger into her own mouth, humming with content as the heady, piquant taste of her essence bathed her taste buds. Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed as hers closed, and god, how he hated her!
Kagome didn’t have time to savor the taste or the reaction of the man at her feet. The demon was livid at having been so unjustly cheated of his reward, and she knew it. He went to howl in his anger, but Kagome couldn’t risk them being caught now, so soon. If they were caught, he would be fired, and she would be transferred, and she would never get to experience this magic with him again. And Kagome Higurashi was far too selfish to let that happen. She channeled her Kami-given powers into the hand wrapped around Sesshoumaru’s neck and blasted him across her cell, the shockwave silent but the impact a jarring din.
Kagome was unaffected by the sound as she sprang forward, ready for the demon as he held out his hands to grab her. She gripped his outstretched wrists, and in a flash of inhuman speed, she leapt up and had both appendages dangling above his head. Her thighs gripped his trim waist and her chest, exposed by the rush of air, was pressed up against his crisp, dark blue shirt. She bit her lip when her hardened nipples dragged across the abrasive fabric, but recovered quickly.
“Quiet, Sesshoumaru,” Kagome whispered, her coy face only an inch away from the demons’ incensed one. His eyes were dark, his growling promising danger, but Kagome was unfazed as she reached a free hand down, keeping her power surging throughout her body to keep the demon still. “If you make a sound, we’ll get caught. And you know what’ll happen if we get caught.”
Sesshoumaru didn’t want to reply to her, even as she began to brush her lips against the hot skin of his cheek, descending toward his neck. The length of his hard, aching arousal was halfway up his stomach, and it hurt to even think about it. To speak to her was to invite all sorts of hell upon them, especially her. But his tongue, just like his body, refused to cooperate with his will.
“We lose this.”
Kagome hummed her agreement against his throat, rewarding the growling beast with a suckling kiss where his shoulder met the base of his neck. Sesshoumaru grunted and ground his hips against the woman hanging off of his front, but couldn’t reach her hot core still hidden under that damned uniform. Too busy trying to find relief even against the woman’s body, Sesshoumaru didn’t notice what she was doing to his hands until it was too late. The damning sound of handcuffs shuttering around flesh and metal filled the demon’s ears, along with the rumble of his own anger.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he hissed, glaring back at her beaming face. Kagome, holding herself up against Sesshoumaru’s body by the bars next to his head, gave the shackled demon further reward by dipping her hips to caress his shaft, the heat of which she could feel even through the thick fabric of her uniform. Sesshoumaru’s eyes dropped to half-mast.
“I dared,” Kagome replied, giving him one last roll of her hips for good measure. His lips drew back over his fangs and the faint traces of a pant causing his jaw to slacken, and the woman grinned as she reached a hand over to break the band holding the night guard’s mass of hair back from his face. The silver strands fell across his back, heavy sections of it tumbling over his shoulders to frame his beautiful, pained face. The devilish woman slid down her prisoner’s body, purposely avoiding his massive erection as she got to her feet. The man was staring at her again, and Kagome almost gave in right there. She’d never seen such an enticing sight in all her life: the giant dog demon Sesshoumaru, fully clothed, hair unbound, thick-veined cock out and resting against his lean stomach, hands cuffed above his head, with only the light of the full moon to illuminate his features.
Sesshoumaru’s sharp gaze didn’t stray from Kagome, especially as she began to remove the offending uniform from her body. He could see she was stirred by the sight of him, chained to her prison bars with his own cuffs; hell, he’d gladly stay in the emasculating position if she gave him some relief! Her naked body was finally revealed to him in full. He stared, and she provided the view without shyness or shame. Kagome skimmed her hands down her sides, turning her head, just so, to the side, still keeping her eyes locked with Sesshoumaru’s. The night guard realized that he wouldn’t be able to stay as he was for long, no matter what he told himself – he had to get his hands on her, even if he had to tear the entire prison down to its foundations to do it.
“At nights I pretended you were with me,” Kagome whispered, bringing her hands up to cup her generous breasts, “And with Inuyasha dead, I had no shame in calling out your name in his bed.” She squeezed herself and tilted her head back, knowingly revealing the long column of her throat to the restrained demon. Sesshoumaru growled, pulling against his restraints – of course she was smart enough to use the enchanted handcuffs on him, the ones he would use if one of the demonesses ever lost control.
“What did you do to yourself at night that made you think of me, Kagome?” He asked in a voice raw with need. Kagome shivered at his tone, pulling at her taut nipples and biting her lip to keep from making too loud a noise.
nbsp; “Awful things, Sesshoumaru,” she replied, releasing her breasts and sauntering back toward her prey with the eyes of a determined hunter. “Things you once recommended to me but that I never did...” The night guard watched, entranced, as the curvaceous woman reached her hands out toward him. His breathing was strained as she began to unbutton his heavy blue shirt, starting at the neck and working her way slowly down toward the head of his neglected erection. “I bought myself all sorts of toys, trying to replace the emptiness I felt without you-” she said, working her way closer and closer to the place the demon under her power ached the most, “-Without this.” She let a hand graze the side of his staff when she un-tucked his shirt, and her response was a violent thrust of Sesshoumaru’s hips in her face.
“Nothing can match me,” Sesshoumaru ground out, having just enough sense to keep his voice low. Kagome giggled and placed a swift kiss on the bulbous head of his cock, making the night guard inhale sharply, the air hissing through his bared teeth.
“I know, Sesshoumaru,” Kagome replied, throwing open his shirt with a flourish. “Darn it!” She cursed upon seeing the white undershirt keeping him from her hungry gaze. An agitated Kagome grasped the hem of the offending apparel and pulled it up to Sesshoumaru’s mouth, where she placed the fabric under one of his fangs and tore it, relishing the sound of the cotton ripping and the way his hot skin and heaving chest were revealed to her as she ripped the thing from neck to waist. Kagome roughly pushed open both articles of clothing, revealing her marble prize to her starved gaze.
His body was divine. In the light of the moon, he was Cupid, bathed in the glow of Psyche’s lamp, every muscle pronounced and beautiful. The drapes of his silver hair were his wings, delicate, strong, and beautiful both to see and to touch. He was god-like, too beautiful for any mortal to lay their eyes on. But Kagome was strong – she could look at him as much as she wanted and never have enough. Sesshoumaru watched as her small, human hands traced a path along his abdomen, fingertips fluttering over twitching, corded muscles and firm skin. With a sudden rush of air, she grasped the waist of his pressed trousers and pulled them down to his ankles.
“Get rid of ‘em,” she demanded, and the night guard complied without hesitation. He kicked his pants and belt to the side, now standing before his naked murderess in nothing but his navy button-down and ruined white undershirt. He was quickly rewarded with Kagome’s breasts enveloping his throbbing dick and her lips on his chest, but she was gone almost as soon as she’d touched him. Sesshoumaru would not sink so low as to whine at the loss of her skin on his, but he felt the absence of her heat as sharply as he felt the pain of his erection. In his haze of agony, the night guard didn’t realize that the woman was speaking to him until he felt her hot little hand grab his cock and pull sharply, causing him to let out a deep gasp that came from somewhere deep within his gut. He looked down at her, Kagome, the convicted murderess with his dick in her hand. Just the sight of her criminal paws on his precious endowment sent thrills up his spine.
“Are you going to stare at it all night or rekindle an old friendship?” He prodded, noting the glimmer of amusement in the woman’s eyes as he said it. Kagome smiled, licking her lips in promise. Sesshoumaru swallowed, hard.
“Rekindle, and so much more,” she husked, sinking to her knees. Sesshoumaru had never gotten this treatment from her when they were carrying on their ‘affair’ in the past, and he had long anticipated what it would be like to have her tongue on him, her mouth around him, her teeth –
“Fuck!” He panted, watching and feeling Kagome drag the flat of her tongue along the underside of his aching shaft. He had to stretch his neck to get the best view of things, which was an awkward feat considering his hands being cuffed to the prison bars of Kagome’s cell. But he made the effort, and Kagome noticed. She smiled and poked her tongue firmly at the base of his cock, sending violent shudders through his body. Sesshoumaru had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting out – blood coated his mouth, but he could only swallow it and try to keep quiet. That was more difficult than keeping himself poised to watch the woman at his feet when Kagome reached a hand up to fondle his sac, her blunt nails scratching gently at the sensitive skin as her wicked tongue planted itself against underside of the base of his shaft and dragged itself up towards the head.
“I’ve missed you,” Kagome muttered against Sesshoumaru’s erection – the demon was too busy trying to keep himself quiet to respond. He responded to her eager ministrations with panting breaths and deep groans, originating deep in his stomach – so deep Kagome could hear them from her place next to his manhood – which then traveled up his throat and escaped through his clenched teeth. Kagome showed her appreciation of his response by enveloping the head of his dick in her hot mouth, laving her tongue around the tip to catch all of the sticky-sweet pre-cum that had gathered there. Above her, Sesshoumaru banged his head against the iron bars.
“Yesss...” he hissed, arching his head back against the bars, in turn causing his chest to push out. Kagome eyed his body with a fervent fire, and as she slowly took more of him into her greedy mouth, she moved her deadly hands up toward Sesshomuaru’s heaving pectorals, mesmerized by the beat of his breathing. She stroked his chest with her hands while she inhaled the length of his dick, not stopping until her nose brushed against the fur-soft hairs at the base. Sesshoumaru was thankful for the restraints at that point, even more so when he felt the woman’s tricky fingers reach out and tweak his nipples with a roughness he didn’t expect, even of her. Feeling an all-out howl threatening to burst out of his throat, the tortured demon bit his healed tongue again, another rush of blood filling his mouth. He couldn’t let them hear – he needed this to continue, tonight, tomorrow night, every night until there was nothing left for them to teach each other, and even then he’d want it to continue.
Kagome could feel her juices pouring out of her as she gave Sesshoumaru and his inhuman cock her all – her thighs were bathed in the thick fluids of her arousal, and she hummed around the demon’s length to tell him how much his reactions were turning her on. She loved that he couldn’t – wouldn’t – make a sound. She loved seeing him cuffed to her cell bars like a slave. She loved that she didn’t have to hide this desire from Inuyasha or Kikyo, or the world. Inside this cell, he was hers. Kagome had her demon at last, all of him, and she wasn’t going to give him up for anything.
She smiled around him, grazing her blunt teeth against the silky skin of his shaft and relishing the way he shivered from his toes to the top of his head when she did it. When he opened his mouth to speak, Kagome’s eyes widened in shock to see a trickle of blood spill out from the dark cavern. Her sucking sped up in earnest as she watched his life-blood – black in the darkness of the cell – fall from his mouth towards his chin. Sesshoumaru felt her pace quicken, and he grunted audibly every time the head of his cock rubbed against the back of her vibrating throat.
“You’re lucky I can’t make any noise, Kagome,” the night guard panted, his head rolling forward so that he could watch her, “I’d be calling you all sorts of nasty things that would make even you blush.” He smirked when he saw that spark of excitement light up in her eyes, but he was back to his soft growling and barely-restrained moaning when she removed her hands from his chest and returned them to his sac. He could feel the release mounting within him, and the sight of her wet thighs – she was wet for him – was only pushing him closer to that peak. He couldn’t comprehend how long he’d been hanging there, but he didn’t care. In his own sick, power-hungry way, he loved the feel of the handcuffs biting into his wrists and the iron bars digging into his back. He loved being unable to touch Kagome (for now) while she serviced him, and the fact that the way she blew him seemed more for her own pleasure than for his. He would never say it to her, but he loved being her prisoner.
Kagome pulled back from the night guard’s throbbing manhood, resting her lips against the head and relaxing her jaw. Sesshoumaru growled deep in his chest, and Kagome smiled against him, laughing quietly to herself.
“You are absolutely insatiable,” she whispered, stroking him with one hand. Sesshoumaru watched, enraptured, as her other hand reached down to cup her own sex; when she gasped, Sesshoumaru snarled, thrusting his own need into her face to remind her of the job she had abandoned. Kagome gripped him at the base, squeezing him until he let out a whine. The demon was shamed at making such a sound, until he met Kagome’s gaze. Her blue irises were swimming with satisfaction, as if she had been waiting for him to break, even in the slightest bit. He had, and now she was almost victorious.
“Are you ready to cum for me, Sesshoumaru?” She asked, relaxing her hold on him. She began to stroke his dick and her clit in synch, and Sesshoumaru could only nod. He was helpless, and they both knew it. He watched as the hand at her sex began to move violently while her mouth surrounded him again with its searing heat.
“I can smell you,” Sesshoumaru muttered, having a hard time keeping his thoughts straight with her mouth on him and the scent of her arousal messing with his head. Kagome chuckled, the vibrations in her throat fluttering around his rod, making him gasp. He felt her other hand disappear from his leg for a brief moment, only to return a moment later, seeking out a dark place that even he had never considered in all of their playing. Sesshoumaru flinched when Kagome’s finger began to prod at his back entrance, but her insistence began to persuade him when he realized her finger was coated in her own fluids. Her mouth was gently pulling back on his length until her lips were resting against the head while her finger slipped past the tight ring of muscles, sliding into the dark passage of his anus until she was in up to her knuckle, not pushing or pulling in any direction. She continued to pleasure herself while he waited, feeling her breathe raggedly against his tip.
Sesshoumaru was impatient.
“What are you – ”
His quiet words were cut short when the woman’s mouth suddenly engulfed him to the hilt, with her moaning brokenly in her own small orgasm; that would have been enough to make him fall apart, until the finger she had knuckle-deep up his ass pressed up hard against his prostate.
Sesshoumaru bypassed the stars – he was in the glaring white embrace of death. He had to be. Everything about his world went blank, leaving him naked to the vengeance of the Fates. He couldn’t move his arms, or any part of his body, for that matter. Something, a coppery liquid of some sort, was drowning him, but he couldn’t bring himself to swallow anything. His wrists hurt, like all of his weight was hanging on them, and his knees were shaking.
In the whiteness of death, an insistent voice was calling his name: “Sesshoumaru...Sesshoumaru!” It was a woman. He knew that woman. He knew her well. The whiteness began to fade to be replaced with the blackness of night – had he been sent to Hell?
“Sesshoumaru!” Kagome prodded, pulling herself up his body until she was face-to-face with the stunned demon. She was incredibly pleased with the job she’d done on the haughty demon, but when she noticed more blood spilling out of his rigid mouth, she realized she might have given him a run for his money. Her thighs grasped his trembling hips and her arms wrapped around his neck – she kept repeating his name, and he appeared to be coming-to, but his mouth wouldn’t open.
“Sesshoumaru, open up. My pussy needs you.”
His eyes shot open, and his limp hands immediately curled into fists. Kagome watched as Sesshoumaru swallowed whatever was in his mouth, immediately aroused when he leered at her, his bloody teeth gleaming in the moonlight. With uneven breath, Sesshoumaru chuckled.
“Well done, Kagome,” he said. He didn’t give the woman a chance to make her witty retort as his bloody lips crashed down upon hers; her arms and thighs tightened around him, bringing her soft flesh and heavy breasts close against his tight, sweat-damp skin. The demon groaned into her mouth, the ambrosia of his seed and blood mixing with her own flavors filling him with new, and if it was possible, even greater need. It was a loveless kiss – all lips and teeth and tongues battling for power and dominance over one another. Kagome’s fingers were weaved into the hairs at the base of his skull, squeezing rhythmically with the pace of his bruising kiss. She could taste the blood, the metallic power making her surge with want, and pure, unadulterated need.
When Sesshoumaru cracked a golden eye open, he was met with the same look from Kagome – there was no outwitting this woman! He pulled back from the kiss with a soft ‘pop,’ savoring the way the woman who had completely owned him moments ago was now the one panting for breath. He realized then what a sight they must have made to anyone passing by – his giant six-foot-six figure dominating the expanse of the cell door, arms cuffed above his head and naked from the waist down, with a woman plastered to his front with only her legs and arms visible to the outside – quite a sight indeed.
Sesshoumaru stared back at Kagome, realizing without shame that he wasn’t the only one trying to catch their breath. The woman was dazed, but still aware that she was the one in control of him. He licked any last drops of blood from his teeth and smiled knowingly at her.
“Come on, Kagome,” he said, goading her response with a roll of his hips. Kagome hissed as the head of his rod rubbed against her drenched folds, but she didn’t break the stare. She was waiting for him to finish that sentence, waiting so that she could finally fill herself up with him. “Come on, Kagome. Fuck me.”
She wasted no time. In one fluid movement, Kagome slipped her hands out of Sesshoumaru’s hair, in doing so lowering herself just enough to impale herself on his eagerly awaiting cock. She rocked back with a rattling gasp that seemed to come from her very soul, but she knew that he was only halfway inside of her, and she needed it all. She needed him inside of her until she could feel him in her throat. Kagome dropped her hands from the bars next to the demon’s head to the ones under his shoulders, giving herself more of Sesshoumaru’s insane girth. She arched back until they were connected only at the hips, and she began her dance.
Sesshoumaru watched her work, fascinated with the way she was impaling herself over and over again on his dick. The muscles in her arms were rigid as they flexed with her every bounce, and her thighs were tight on his hips. Her hair swayed a second behind her breasts, and the sight of it all, combined with the sound of her strained mewling and eyes clenched tight in pleasured rapture; it was putting Sesshoumaru right back in the face of death, that beast of pleasure that turned him feral with want and craving. He snarled as she ground her pelvis hard against his, his red eyes filled with the sight of her wet sex completely swathing his cock.
“Aaah-ah!” Kagome sighed, gasping sharply when her clit rubbed against Sesshoumaru’s pelvic bone, causing her to go rigid. She realized now, bobbing up and down on the night guard’s amazing rod, how hard it must have been for Sesshoumaru to keep himself quiet while she’d worked on him. It was almost impossible for her not to scream when all she wanted to do was cry out the man’s name for the whole penitentiary to hear!
Kagome rocked forward on a bounce and wrapped one arm around Sesshoumaru’s back and the other grabbing the bar by his head, not caring that her forearm was slowly being crushed against the iron bars of her cell door. She needed to feel his flesh. Kagome pressed herself flush against the demon’s front, moaning at the feel of his slick skin sliding against her aching tits – he smelled like pure, unbridled, absolute male. Musk and sweat and work and passion. She pressed her face into his chest, riding him for all they were worth.
“Oh, god, Sesshoumaru!”
Sesshoumaru leaned his head down to whisper in her ear,
“God’s got nothing to do with us, Kagome.”
She latched onto his chest with her teeth in order to keep herself from crying out, especially when the demon began to thrust his hips against her in order to keep the pace, and then some. Sesshoumaru purred, a dark, tremulous sound that ran throughout the woman riding him, keeping his face tucked into the side of her neck. As he began to thrust faster, he copied her by latching his lips onto her throat, laving her salty skin with his tongue. He wanted to pull her head back by her hair and make her scream, but he couldn’t, much to his chagrin.
Kagome was beginning to sob and whisper, “Yes, yes, yes!” with every jolt of Sesshoumaru’s hips making his enormous length to bury itself deeper and deeper inside of her tight, slick passage. They were lost in sensation, in darkness, in complete, unadulterated pleasure. Kagome’s nails dug into the demon’s back as she felt the fire in her belly begin to burn with a new heat – and when Sesshoumaru began to suck harder on her neck, she knew he felt it, too.
“Give it to me, Sesshoumaru,” she murmured in his ear, reaching her tongue out to lick the shell of it, “Let me feel all of your hot demon cock.”
Sesshoumaru released his mouth’s hold on the woman’s neck and growled deep and low in her ear, increasing his pace.
“You love it, murderer,” he said, no longer caring that he couldn’t touch her tonight. She groaned and gripped him harder, her cunt walls squeezing him with every one of his thrusts. “You wanted to fuck me the first time you saw me. You would have done it right in front of Inuyasha if you weren’t such a good girl.”
“Ah, yes!”
“You would have let me bend you right over his couch and slam into you, and you would have screamed,” he bit her ear, making her let out a quiet shriek, “Yes, you would have screamed, and you’d learn you were never a good girl.” Kagome was so close, and already so high, that her fingernails were drawing blood from Sesshoumaru’s back and hot tears were rolling down her cheeks onto the demon’s shoulder.
“So good, so much, so full...”
“If I’d told you to kill your husband then and there just so you could fuck me, you would have.”
“Yes, yes, I would!” Kagome was just waiting for the words, the big jarring thrust, the bite...she could feel his heavy balls smacking her dampened ass, and it only made her want more.
“But you did kill him, you slut murderer, all because you wanted this demon cock up your hot. wet. cunt!” He speared her with so much force on the last three words that she nearly fell off of him, but Kagome held tight. And when Sesshoumaru heard her deep, rattling inhale, he knew a scream wasn’t far behind.
“Aaaamph!” Kagome’s agonized cry was cut short by Sesshoumaru’s mouth. Her body shook and shuddered with utter ecstasy such as she’d never felt before in her life. She couldn’t see – she didn’t want to see. She only wanted to feel – feel his lips, feel his tongue; feel his breath, feel his hair; feel his skin, his chest, his abs, his sweat, his cock, his cum, his body inside and outside of her. Her tortured, elated moan shook her vocal cords as Sesshoumaru kissed the living daylights out of her, burying her noise with his relentless lips, as soft and hard as the rod still firing like a piston in and out of her quivering pussy gushing with her juices. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life, no longer kissing him in a battle of power, but in an act of desperation.
When Sesshoumaru came, she had to return the favor and swallow his roar, a feral and bone-shaking sound that made her orgasm all over again. They felt every piece of each other, every breath, every shudder. By the time they both came down from the peak, Kagome was trembling with shock, barely recognizing that Sesshoumaru was kissing her languidly with soft, unhurried brushes of his lips, or that she was kissing him back.
In the back of her mind, she heard him utter something like, “Un-cuff me.” She blearily complied, reaching a hand up to unlock the enchanted handcuffs with a flick of her finger. In an instant, Sesshoumaru’s hands were freed, and he caught the metal bonds just in time. He tossed them on top of his rumpled trousers in the corner with a careless flick of the wrist, but that was all he was capable of beyond wrapping his arms around the trembling woman and walking over to the cold stone wall of her cell closest to Sango’s, where he pressed his back up against it and slid to the floor, cradling his speechless murderess in his arms. He was faring better than she, but only so much. His breathing was still ragged and his muscles continued to spasm.
“I say we’ve outdone ourselves, Kagome,” he whispered softly in her ear. The woman sighed wearily but with content as she reached a hand up to stroke the colored stripes on his cheek. The night guard leaned into the prisoner’s touch and brought her closer to his body, bending his knees behind her to support her back. He felt her smile against the skin of his neck, and he smirked, absently noticing a beam of moonlight lingering on a small puddle of their combined fluids that had gathered on the floor.
Kagome’s voice floated up to him through the darkness, her tone shrewd and amused.
“You had it coming.”
Cell Block Tango
FIN
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xoxo
Rachel