For the Best by Oroyukae

She Will Remember It

AUTHOR'S ALERT AND WARNING:

LEEEEE-MMMM-OOOONNNN!!!!!!!!

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Just how it happened was unknown, but then – neither one particularly cared at that point in time; most likely never would either. It didn’t matter anyway, all that did matter was they had enjoyed a very nice evening out together and were now back at their shared apartment, in their shared bedroom, in a particularly heated and shared frenzy. They had danced for some time, content with the closeness and intimacy of that one simple action. Everything and everyone around them had faded from conscious existence until only the both of them remained; her for him and him for her. It was splendid, it was surreal, it was so right. Somewhere between a mutual stare and a short silent drive to their home, something changed; their hands took on minds of their own and lips danced upon flesh, moans and soft whimpers were swallowed by the darkness that surrounded them.

It was Kagome who initiated contact, and the demon did not refuse; long had he waited for this moment in which they both gave in, patient to the point of madness. Now, said patience finally paid off and the woman was in his arms just as he had envisioned for oh so many nights. Her hot, moist mouth latched onto his sensitive neck, applying the perfect amount of suction to drive him to the brink of insanity; he went there so willingly that it shocked him. He took care removing her dress, certain she would not care for him ripping it to shreds in order to get to her sinfully voluptuous body. As his eyes swept over her nearly naked form, he felt almost like a kid in a candy store; his uncertainty on just where to start shining brightly in his pink tinged eyes. God, how he wanted this woman.

She looked upon him with starving eyes, roving his form repeatedly – taking in all that was before them with fierce and insatiable greed. This male, this wonderfully magnificent demon male did unnatural things to her; she liked each and every damned one of them too. He made her feel everything that no other male in her life had ever made her feel before; it was he who she had been searching for to set her free and release the wanton desire that had been every so deeply hidden inside of her that she thought would never be found. He had found it though; Sesshoumaru found it and now he was going to set it free. This she knew without a doubt; something she had realized at the restaurant moments before she had gazed into those eyes and whispered for him to take her home. The knowing look in his eyes only proved her theory that they were in complete synch with each other in almost every way, with only one remaining – and they were addressing that one at that very minute. He knew just how to touch her, to kiss her, to build the flames inside of her and make her literally burn from the inside out for him. Whether it was his experience, or her presence that made it so, she had no friggin idea but what she did know was she did not want him to stop. Ever.

Removing his shirt was no easy task, he had his face full of miko constantly; neither one would break contact long enough for him to accomplish his task. Sesshoumaru did manage it though and thanked every god there ever was that he did too. Her hands upon his scorching flesh were beyond divine, and that mouth of hers was something straight from the Kami, of that he was certain. Nothing could have prepared the demon for the exquisitely agonizing pleasure he experienced as their heated and glistening flesh touched; he even thought that at one point he whined, if he did – it was only a small one. That he could live with.  The tiny woman pressed so close into him that it was difficult to discern just where one ended and the other began; again, he made sounds he never thought he would make in his long and draw out lifetime.  The miko was even more aggressive and forward than the night she got hammered and attacked him; he uttered no complaints of any kind to that. In fact, he was just able to mentally note that it seemed as though the wine she consumed that night may have toned the woman down more than a tad bit. Interesting, to say the least.

Her hands were all over his body, never staying in one location for long before moving on to another; her left leg rubbed up and down his side, with no particular rhythm, while she rose up onto her right foots toes. It was as if she were attempting to climb up him as one would a tree, something else he had no objection to…at all; hell, he decided to help her achieve her task. Tightening his hold on her, the Daiyoukai stood up straight, taking Kagome right along with him. Those incredibly long legs of hers wrapped around his waist, her feet locking at the ankles behind him; which caused him to utter a very pleased growl. Yes, now he was positive she was a gift from the Kami.

He could have kicked himself for what he did, for it was not the best thing to do at such a time. As the mental images popped into his head though, brought on by similarities to the last time they were in a situation like this, he felt the need to run through their night at the restaurant and try to tally the glasses of champagne the woman had consumed. There was a valid reason for it, but it did not help him out in his concern whatsoever.

“Kag…ome; how, damn, how much did you have to drink tonight?” the demon inquired, panting hard against her skin. He had to know; his pride was at stake here. He had to know that she was as sober as possible and aware of what was about to transpire.

“You…oh god; are you serious? I c-can’t believe you’re asking…mmm, huh-hum, me this.” She pulled back from him, her chest heaving and her swollen lips parting enticingly as she gasped for air. "This is not the best of times to make accusations, you know. Are you trying to piss me off?”

He looked at her in silence for a brief minute or two, and then resumed his assault upon her throat and upper chest. The way he saw it was; if she could form coherent words, scold him for his apparent stupidity, then she was definitely in the right frame of mind for what he had been dying to do to her for so long it was embarrassing. Sesshoumaru wasted no time in crossing the very short distance to the foot of the bed where in but two surprisingly effortless maneuvers, the miko was on her back and he was hovering above her, nestled snugly between her thighs. While Sesshoumaru kissed, licked and sucked the sweet tender flesh that was her throat, he marveled at how responsive the woman was; every moved he made was acknowledged with the most wonderful of sounds, greeted with enthusiasm, and rewarded with returned gestures; it was almost as if…as if…

Sesshoumaru stopped suddenly, stilling his entire body and bringing their activities to a screeching halt. Fear began to seep inside his very soul and even though a tiny voice inside his head repeatedly whispered that hew as wrong, he chose not to listen to it. The miko arched up underneath him, her cries of seeming frustration hurt him more than she would ever know. Ever so slowly, hesitantly, he pulled away from her flesh; he experienced an even greater swell of fear and apprehension as her face came into view. Staring down into those brilliant eyes that were hazy with what he had thought to be lust and desire, he saw something that only confirmed what he thought. Desperation so vibrant and so clear swirled among the mass of other emotions and it was then he knew. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to remove those legs from his waist and retreat like he did; it was something he felt he should be commended for really, for not many males would do something like what he just did. Standing at the foot of the bed, panting so hard he feared he would pass out, the demon ran very unsteady hands through his silver mane while squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

“No, Kagome.” Was all he said.

Instantly she was sitting up at the end of the bed, gazing up at the male she desired so much she was in actual pain. Her eyes searched his face, wishing he would open those eyes and look at her. “Why Sesshoumaru? Don’t you want me?”

“Do not do that; do not question my desire for you,” he almost hissed at her from behind clenched teeth. “I told you that I would not take you until you came to me willingly on your own.”

“But…but that’s what I’m doing. No one is making me do this.” She said in a confused tone.

“Gary is making you do this,” God how it hurt him to say that; he had not anticipated the effects it would have on him beforehand. “It is desire and want that has dictated your actions tonight, but not for the reasons it should. You desire to prove something, you want to prove that he was wrong; that his words were not true in any way, and I cannot play a part in that.”

She shook her head, her wildly tousled raven mane brushing her flesh as she moved, “No, you’re wrong.”

He struggled for control, the sight of her sitting there ninety-nine percent naked was doing awful things to him. He remained strong though, for this was far too important; he had worked too hard and too long to get where he was at that moment and nothing would fuck it up for him. Not even the miko herself.

 Her hands lifted to his bare and glistening torso, making his flesh quiver ever so slightly; those appendages ran up to his chest, and down to slip around his waist. Kagome was encouraged when she tugged gently and the demon did not resist; he stepped toward her somewhat reluctantly, but at least he did it. Her cheek rested against his hip, her slender arms slid down to his trunk-like thighs eyes closed and she sighed.

“I am not doing this out of a need to prove anything other than how much I want and desire you,” she said softly, feeling his hand upon her shoulder, his long elegant fingers gently stroking her skin. “Gary has nothing to do with this.”

“Whether you realize it or not, Kagome; he does have much to do with this.”

The woman pondered his words then, taking the time to consider if what Sesshoumaru was saying could be true. Yes, he had done some real damage with what he said to her that day; she did not try to deny that he didn’t either. However, as she sat there with the most incredibly sexy male to ever grace the earth; she could not find anything, anywhere inside of her, that gave her an indication that Gary was why she had done the things she had. None whatsoever. The thing was though, she was positive that she would not be able to convince Sesshoumaru otherwise; he seemed pretty set on his theory that Gary’s statements had something to do with why she was so…affectionate. God! Would that man always interfere in her moving on with her life? He was sitting in some cell awaiting his sentence for his crimes and still he was messing with her happiness.

Hugging him tighter, Kagome turned her head to the opposite side with another sigh; wanting nothing more than to continue what she and the Daiyoukai had started. Her entire body ached for his touch, yearned for his fiery kisses, yet she was doomed to continue in her current torment. For the first time in her life, Kagome was going to have to take a cold shower. Oh joy.  The woman was beginning to resign herself to her unsatisfied state, rubbed her cheek against him once more with the intent of retreating with what remained of her self esteem when she noticed something…intriguing. As she opened her eyes she realized that, perhaps, her chances for satisfaction were not lost entirely.

He opened his eyes wide, shocked beyond belief at what he had felt. Now that was not playing fair, damn it! Here he was trying to be honorable by doing the noble thing, and Kagome just had to resort to underhanded methods like this. Looking down, he tightened his hold upon her shoulder with the intention of removing the miko from his still aroused person, only to be countered with the tightening of her arms around his legs.

It occurred to the demon that perhaps this was not as bad a thing as he had believed it was. He did recall how the woman stated she would refuse to pleasure Gary in this manner; of course he had thought it to be because she did not care for the act herself. Even though he was a little disappointed with that, for it was one act he had been looking forward to once Kagome and he finally came together in such a manner, he accepted it. There were many other ways to indulge after all; why should he let the loss of but one be deterrence for him? He was not stupid. His extreme joy knew no bounds though as it seeped into his lust filled brain that she had simply did not want to do such to that bastard. Good.

He watched with rapt attention as she lowered his trousers as far down as she could, requiring him to assist in their complete removal. The sight of her as she gazed upon his hard length with reverence and lust did mean things to him, ones that eh would not trade for anything. His breathing came in hard pants as her rose soft petals drew nearer, her breath warm and exciting to his turgid flesh that throbbed in want and need. Oh…dear…god…  He had to fight himself to keep his hands still at his sides, for those appendages literally ached to be buried in her obsidian locks, gripping tight while he thrust himself into her smoldering oral cavern over and over. The amount of control he had to excise surpassed even that of when he announced his reciprocated interest in the tiny sex goddess that was at that moment, deep throating his cock like a fucking professional. He did not want to know how she knew how to that, he was just so damned grateful that she did – and that she could remove her panties while she did it too. The woman was talented. Sesshoumaru watched her, allowing her the time she desired to show that she did, in fact want to be intimate with him; he was not so selfish as to be concerned with his own needs and wants. Not with her anyway. However, just watching as his thick and heavy phallus slid so easily in and out of her orifice, he found that it was becoming rather…urgent; he had no intentions of releasing inside her mouth, not this time anyway; he had to be inside of her the first time, that was a must.

Reluctantly he pulled back away from her so warm and oh so giving mouth – the loud pop upon being released sent shivers down his spine. He said no words to her; he simply lifted his right knee to rest upon the bed beside her, and then leaned sown to kiss her full on the mouth, tasting himself upon her lips. His left hand took up position on the other side of her while his right arm wrapped itself around her back to give her some support. Oh the things that ran through his head then…  

The telephone decided to ring at that moment, freezing the couple instantly. One, two rings in and Kagome bit her lip, “That might be Rin.” She whispered as if someone other than the Daiyoukai holding her up could hear her.

“If it is, she is grounded.” The demon had not meant to say that, not really. Okay, not out loud. How he hoped it did not upset the miko he was preparing to make scream his name; his real name. To his relief, the woman chuckled while a devious sparkle appeared in her eyes.

Thankfully, it wasn’t their daughter; it was her employer telling her that she was needed for the early morning shift. Apparently Terri was ‘sick’ and could not work; they apologized and thanked her before they hung up the phone. Kagome slumped a bit in Sesshoumaru’s hold, disheartened that she would have to cut their evening short if she wanted to be in any kind of condition to work the next morning. The early shift started at four a.m. When she mentioned the dilemma to her demon lover, he simply replied that she would be otherwise engaged. Flattered as she was, Kagome then chose to remind the stubborn Daiyoukai that it was her job, but he countered with a very insistent and firm ‘You just quit.’ Before she could protest, he silenced her in the most wonderful of ways. By the time the kiss ended, the woman couldn’t even recall her own name, let alone the fact she had even had a job to begin with.

Back on task, Sesshoumaru finished lying the woman down upon the mattress beneath them; he then launched a full out assault of every sense she possessed, one that had the woman o the verge of a needy, tear-filled surrender of her very soul just to have her torture come to an end. There were no words sweeter to his ears than her pleas for him to sate that which raged inside her. Although he had wanted to reciprocate her very generous attentions from earlier, something his mouth literally water to do, he could not wait a second longer to bury himself deep within her willing and oh so giving body. There would be time to reciprocate later, of that he was dead positive.  After a few well timed kisses, involving massive amounts of tongue for her pleasure, he deemed himself ready to proceed. Kagome surprised though when she slid her arms around his back and deeply embedded her nails into his muscled shoulders. The near feral lust filled glare she bestowed upon him at that moment excited things in him he had no fucking idea even existed; which was enough to shock the holy hell out of the Daiyoukai.

“Give me something to remember, my Lord Sesshoumaru.”

Those words she spoke released the very thing he had wanted to keep restrained, for he had not felt it was appropriate to subject the woman to that side of him just yet. Sesshoumaru had decided it best to educate her on his inner beast, to introduce her to that part of him gradually in order for her to understand; a demon’s inner beast was not exactly something most humans could withstand, most of whom wound up injured or worse. This was not something he had wanted Kagome to experience, for he had not desire for their relationship to end simply because she found his beast displeasing or brutal. That was not the case; the beast inside him took no joy in injuring a female during such an intimate time. That side of him was just very…intense when giving and receiving pleasure that it sometimes had a difficult time distinguishing between pleasure and pain. Kagome had to be made to understand that before he allowed her to experience that side of him. Unfortunately her words had rendered his control over said side of himself ineffective and now…oh hell.  His massive frame shook uncontrollably as the Daiyoukai lost all control; all conscious thought short circuited as he was overrun with the most primal, and the baser of ancient needs that outright refused to be ignored. She had no damned clue what she had done.

One look at him and Kagome knew that something had happened. Sesshoumaru’s eyes glowed deep crimson and his marking upon his cheeks had turned more vibrant and jagged. His breathing sounded strained, mixed with what she could swear were quiet snarls here and there. When he bared his fangs at her, she felt an odd shudder of arousal run through her body, one she had absolutely never had before and she dared to say that she liked it a lot. He gave her no warning when he entered her body, his massive cock filling her so completely that it was almost too painful for her tight cavern to accommodate; her gasp at the intrusion made her mouth open and the demon crashed his oven over hers, swallowing every sound that came from her throat. God, was he trying to kill her? The sensations bordered on the intolerable and it was all she could do to remain lucid enough to even feel what he was doing to her. It was wonderful though; she had no way to deny that all he subjected her to was welcomed and encouraged.

Her fingers dug into his flesh while he thrust into her in an unforgiving fashion, almost as if she were being punished for something; that was fine, he could punish her all he wanted to, so long as he continued to make her feel like this. Her small body rocked hard with each movement, her ears caught every sound her lover made and she allowed her pleasure to be heard as well. He seemed to like that; her screams and cries appeared to fuel his fire, made them increase until she believed she could take no more.

The things he said to her did not bother her; quite the opposite really. Yes, it was his pussy, for she was certain that after him, none could ever satisfy her again. Yes, she was his bitch – if he wanted her to be; she would announce it herself if he told her to. YES, his was the best and the largest damned cock she had ever had fill her; of that there was no fucking doubt whatsoever, after him – the woman was positive none could even touch the sides. GODS YES, she loved it rough and hard; she needed more, she had to have more damn it! This was what she had needed all along; this was what had been missing…he was what had been missing. This was why she had been so very dissatisfied with every encounter she had had to date; they all had lacked his fierce intensity, the brutal desire he housed inside of him. It had been what brought it out in her; which was what she had searched for all along. He made her do and say things she had never thought of before, and she offered no damned apology for them now.

Kagome did her best to keep pace with him, to give him as much excruciating pleasure as he was giving her. Any and every idea that popped into her suddenly hentai mind, she did them without hesitation. If she felt like licking his sweat covered flesh, she did; if she wanted to feel her teeth sinking into his skin, they did that too. She had never felt so free before in her life, and she had this Daiyoukai from her past to thank for it; which she did in every way she could think of without hesitation or thought as to what he might think of her for it later. Kagome experienced no shame for watching his thick and glistening cock slide in and out of her body when he changed positions, sitting back upon his heels with his massive hands and claw tipped fingers tightly holding onto her hips. In fact, she propped herself upon her elbows in order to have a better view.

She encouraged him to thrust harder and faster, using verbal prompts she would have thought crude and vulgar at one point in time; not now though, now they were erotic and sensual – just like she was. Yes, she was sensual and erotic, bold and daring, subtle and demure, and an entire plethora of other qualities she never thought she was; they were all there inside of her and it was wonderful.

When he flipped her over upon her hands and knees, forcing her head down to rest upon her forearms she knew she was nearly done for. Already she had experienced several mind blowing orgasms, during which she had screamed out his name to the heaven until her throat ached, but this last one would be her undoing. She could tell.  The manner in which he pounded into her sent jolts of electric sensation of massive and devastating proportions along her spine; they paused at the base of her skull briefly before they viciously veered outward to every square inch of her body. God, he was so damned good at this he should be required to carry a license to fuck.

His movements became even more erratic and somewhat jerky; which told her that he was reaching his end as well. The woman encouraged him verbally, letting him know exactly how she longed to feel his seed fill her, how she needed him to bathe her insides with his essence; she practically begged him to oblige her, and the results were nothing short of heart stopping. Her Daiyoukai lord’s roar of triumph reverberated off the walls, making it seem as though the entire fucking building shook with the resounding announcement of his victory over the tiny miko whom he had claimed. When she hit her own plateau, everything went white, her hearing shut down fro a time and she would swear to god that time itself had stopped to wait for her to return to earth. By the time she returned to her senses, Sesshoumaru had collapsed and laid beside her upon the bed, his hands covered his face as he shook with the violent post tremors from his extremely powerful orgasm. She had never seen the demon so shaken before; it filled her with overpowering womanly pride to know it was she that did that to him. However, his statement, uttered behind those talented hands of his, did even more for her ego than seeing him so visibly shaken to his very foundation like this.

“Holy fuck,” he panted somewhat painfully.

Kagome grinned from ear to ear.

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