For the Best by Oroyukae

She's Willing To Wait, And So Is He

AUTHOR'S NOTE;

AND SO IT COMES TO AND END EVERYONE. THANK YOU, MY DEAR READERS FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT AND FANTASTIC RESPONSE TO THIS LITTLE FIC-O-MINE!!! I DECIDED TO END THIS ONE A BIT DIFFERENTLY THAN I HAVE OTHERS IN THE PAST. ENJOY!

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Kagome. She was many to him at that moment; friend, confidant, lover, mate and wife. So many roles; she filled them well; no one could deny that – least of all him. Sesshoumaru felt such pride, sitting across the room lounging upon the sofa holding a glass of champagne and watching her every move as a predator watched its prey. Every lift of her hand, every turn of her midnight head, set his Inu blood aflame; it was beginning to wear him down, watching her like this. She was playing with him, teasing him if you will, and she apparently knew not what she did; had no one ever told this captivating female the dangers of such acts? Apparently not; he was so looking forward to educating her on that. Perhaps he should begin with some…punishment? When was the last time this willful woman was spanked? A small smile crept across his face then as he recalled it had been precisely one week and three days since he had to be the disciplinarian; far too long for his tastes. He almost flexed his fingers in his anticipation but couldn’t because of his drink. The delicate sound of metal hitting glass drew his attention briefly and his golden eyes drifted down, instantly locating the source. That tiny band upon his finger brought a gentle smile to his lips; his wedding ring gleamed in the dim light reminding him that it was now official in every way; human and youkai. None could ever separate him from his female; she was his and he was hers…forever.

The hotel suite was nothing like the one he and his mate shared at the mansion; it was lacking in many areas, except for one. The bed. One could not go wrong with a king sized bed really; he and his bride would have plenty of room for their pre-honeymoon activities. That was good, for he intended to make productive use of every square inch…the headboard too. Briefly he reminded himself that he brought extra ties with him, four to be exact…one for each of her slender, delicious appendages.

Refilling his glass, the demon continued his surveillance of his petite female, wondering just why she was delaying the inevitable; surely she knew he intended to ravage her mercilessly, and then release his inner beast upon her just when she believed she could handle no more. That side of him had been rather tame for over a week, out of respect for his mate and in anticipation of this night. Oh, she did not know just what she was in for, the poor woman. Her strokes with that brush were rather hypnotizing to watch, each one brought out more of the brilliant luster of those raven colored locks,  putting them in such pristine order that his hands were positively itching to muss them up again.

“Kagome,” his baritone voice froze her hand mid-stroke; “You look absolutely divine. Now, come here and share a celebratory drink with your husband.” Sesshoumaru lifted the second glass and held it out to her.

With a smirk that rivaled anything the demon himself could manage, Kagome set the brush down and got to her feet, smoothing her hands over the swell of her hips, accentuating the curves he adored so much. “Are you sure I look okay?” she asked him teasingly, enjoying the weight of his hungry stare.

  He flashed his fanges at her, making her shiver from her head down to her toes. “Woman, I could swallow you whole.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Kagome purred at him, sauntering over to the sofa to stand in front of her mate and husband. “What, have you grown tired of my talents already?” She removed the glass from his hand and sipped, eyes glued to the crimson-gold orbs looking back at her.

“Not in a million years, miko.”

Kagome grinned behind her glass, her deviously wicked mind forming all sorts of plans in regard to the demon she called husband. Every so gracefully, she slipped down to her knees, thrilled when he moved his muscled legs apart to give her room. One dainty hand caressed a thigh, while the other held the glass to her lips; she was feeling so bold and brazen, and it had nothing to do with the champagne either. In mere seconds, his robe was parted and his magnificent male form exposed; his erection standing tall and proud for her. Those sapphire orbs of hers flitted upward, seeing him staring at her as he drew heavily from his glass obviously waiting for her to begin.

The gleam in her eyes made the youkai raise his eyebrow to her, while quiet shivers ran through his entire body. She was planning something and he could not wait to see what that something was. The guy did not have to wait for long, his tiny little vixen was apparently just as eager as he was to move things along. Sesshoumaru started, surprised when she poured a bit of her champagne over his member, the cool liquid making said member twitch in seeming protest. Thank goodness his robe was one that the hotel had provided, made of plush, absorbent material.

Blinking slowly and suppressing a groan, Sesshoumaru witnessed that pink appendage snake out to run the length of his cock from the base to the tip, his woman moaning from the taste. “You like that, do you?”

Those eyes flashed rather devilishly in answer. Kagome licked every trace of the champagne from his person, bathing his sack shamelessly. He watched her with interest and lust; his eyes beginning to burn with every caress from her oral appendage, and he was fighting the urge to just shove his dick down her throat. The Daiyoukai was enjoying the attention and did not want anything to spoil it and bring it to an end prematurely. Kagome coated his engorged phallus with the liquid once more, and he readied himself for whatever else this delightful female had planned. Without so much as a warning, her plump lips parted and then descended upon his person, working to take all of his generous length into her orifice; which did manage to force a vocal response from her mate and husband. His eyes slowly bled more, the sight of her ebony tresses positioned there in his lap turning him on like nothing else. Oh how he loved it when she did this for him; contrary to popular belief, this was not something they did often. Kagome usually reserved such a thing for special occasions or for an extra special treat for him; she said it was to give him something to anticipate and keep the fires burning in their relationship. Like those damned flames would ever die out. As she moved upon him, the fingers on his right hand tangled into that dark silk while the left held onto his glass, occasionally bringing it to his lips so that he could drink. This was something he would never forget; it was forever etched into his keen mind for his future viewing pleasure, and what a pleasure it was.

His flavor mixed well with that of the champagne, bringing a virtual explosion upon her tongue and caressing her palate rather indecently. Delicious. Her glass rested upon the floor at his feet, drained of its contents and forgotten. The woman gave her all; using every damned technique she knew of in order to give him the maximum amount of pleasure possible. He deserved it; after all they had been through just to make it to this glorious day, the male deserved it and more. Oh so much more. His nether hairs tickled her nose, and she found it hard not to chuckle, even with his massive cock shoved so far down her throat. He was doing his best to resist thrusting into her mouth, and she did appreciate it. She wanted to do this on her own, without assistance from him. They way he tugged at her raven locks excited her, not shocked that she did enjoy a bit of pain; in her aroused state, it was no different than if he had applied loving caresses to her flesh. Occasionally she would allow his member to slip from her caver with a loud pop, rubbing the wetness against her cheek and dragging across her lips to the other side to repeat the motion. One tiny tug of his hand would always remind her of the task she was supposed to be completing.

His panting grew heavier, a fine sheen had broken out across his chest and lower abdomen, and his legs were trembling more than just slightly. He was close; real close. Increasing her attention brought the most delightful of responses from his lips, telling her exactly what he was going to do to her once she finished sucking him off. God, it made her burn in places she never thought could burn. So…he wanted to tie her up and have his sinful way with her helpless body, did he? That could be arranged, if he was a good Daiyoukai that was.

“I will see my seed leaking from every orifice you possess, miko,” he growled, taking another draw from the champagne bottle; he had long finished what was in his glass and deciding that it was better to just hold onto the bottle instead. “None shall be safe from invasion this night, wife.”

Damn, she loved making him whine like that; it would seem that her little secret practice sessions paid off, she had improved. For some unknown reason she did not eve give a thought as to whether he had erected a barrier to keep others from hearing them; it kind of aroused her to think that his wicked words and pleasured vocal responses were being overheard. That was definitely new to her; eh, oh well- let them hear her pleasing her male, she did not give a damned at this moment anyway. That hand upon her head pressed down insistently, seeking to drive him deeper and deeper; which told her that the moment she had been waiting for had arrived….

Her Daiyoukai announced his release rather proudly, demanding she accept all he had to offer her and not miss a single drop. She didn’t; in fact, she damn near sucked him dry quite greedily to make sure of it. That tongue ended the act with one long sweep of her lips, still making sure to get every last trace. That hungry look in his eyes was back, with a vengeance, and her blood began to burn white hot. Oh damn, this was going to be so fucking good. That damned look…it would be her undoing one day; one glorious, fine, day indeed.

Sesshoumaru slid from the sofa and onto the floor, champagne bottle still in his hand. The most sinfully wicked, fully fanged grin crossed his face as he slowly inched toward the little miko he was about to defile…again. “On your back woman, it is your turn.”  How pleased he was that she saw fit to obey his words, but he was even more so that she had the foresight to refrain from putting on panties when she dressed, unnecessarily mind you, for the event. “You knew what was coming and you prepared for it…good girl.”

“Oh, my dear husband…I am far from a good girl when it comes to you.” Kagome panted heavily, her shaking hands making sure her gown was raised high enough to make this easier for the guy.

“ But you are good, miko; you are good enough to eat.”

Her eyes tracked that champagne bottle as it raised above her, breathing became a bit difficult in her anxious state; her heart felt as if were about to leap from her chest. Unfortunately, the demon paused before proceeding with his plan. “WH-what are you waiting for?”

“Remove the clothing…now,” he commanded, waiting as patiently as he could while she obeyed him. Once she was lying there completely bare before his eyes, he nodded his approval. Sesshoumaru was about to have a rather hefty cleaning bill from the hotel, but it would be worth it.

He started at her breasts, watching the liquid emerge from the bottle and run over her tight peaks, making her squirm deliciously before his eyes. From there he drug the bottle down her tight mid section and filled her navel to the brim; his mouth was already watering for a taste of his latest concoction; Kagome flavored champagne sounded positively divine right about now. He held firm to his control and trailed the liquid to her dark curls; her startled squeal the second that chilled beverage washed over her heat excited him and caused his own heart to pound.

“It’s cold.” the woman whined.

“Do not worry, soon it will be replaced by something warm…very, very warm in fact,” he promised her, noticing the shiver his voice evoked from the already trembling female. He took such joy in watching her while she tried to hold onto any control she had inside her; he would see that control broken, of that he was very sure.

Once he was certain she was properly coated, the demon set to work; he perched over her on all fours and stalked his way up her body, having to pause a second to call up his own control to offset the sensation of her damp flesh beneath his highly sensitized phallus. First his teeth closed over one enticing pink pearl, applying enough pressure to make her cry out in the manner he adored. His tongue teased the bud, bringing forth even louder cries of passion from his vixen; she always sang such wonderful songs for him in gratitude for his talents. Yet another reason he adored her so. Sesshoumaru believed in equality, and so he diverted his attention to the pink tip waiting for his scorching orifice to show it some love, and love it he did, so much. Her breasts were so perfect, to him they were anyway; he could open his mouth as wide as possible and still there were ample amounts of breast left over. Yes, simply perfect in every way.

Inching his way down, dragging his tongue along the way to remove all of the champagne coating her skin, he drew near her navel; another location he could spend eternity in. His oral appendage dipped repeatedly, lapping up the liquid waiting there for him. His teeth nipped the areas playfully, purposefully, and marveled in her reactions. That hand of hers tried desperately to push him further south but he resisted, not ready to move on just yet. She needed to excise patience for their wedding night was not going to end until he deemed it appropriate. Their flight to Hawaii would not leave until four the next afternoon, he made sure to book the latest flight he could, and he had paid for an extended stay in the hotel honeymoon suite. She was going to have to be carried onto the plane, oh yes, she would. Continuing with his task, Sesshoumaru grazed her side with his fang, bringing forth the tiniest trickle of blood, which he instantly removed with his tongue; the flavor mixed with that of her flesh and champagne, the results were downright explosive. One sample and his cock began to ache and protest having to wait for any attention.

Kagome whimpered with her need; it was nearing painful for her, her mate and husband was being quite cruel to her after all. She had not made him wait for relief, not this long she didn’t. Why was he torturing her so? Had she wronged him in some way she was not aware of? Even her pleas for him to move things along seemed ineffective; he was not about to be rushed. It was then she decided that if pleas would not work, then she would have to find another way to get him to do what she wanted.

“Se-Sesshoumaru; if you don, oh god, if you don’t get to it,” she growled with frustration, “I will…”

“You will what, miko?” he asked, swirling his tongue around her navel and nipping her flesh.

“Oh! Oh damn it, I will get up from here and, lock myself in the bathroom for the rest of the night!” Okay, she knew that was weak, but her brain was more than a little fogged at the moment, and it sounded much more threatening inside her head.

He chuckled against her flesh, amused at her pathetic attempt at a threat. “Do you believe that will save you from the big bad demon, tiny miko? I will already be paying for new carpeting in this suite, I have no qualms about replacing a door as well.”

Oh for the love of god; he was being so damned smug about it. Okay, what else was there she could use against him? His breath was hot upon her nether lips, torturing her relentlessly. He was teasing her again; the cruel assed bastard. “I swear on all that is holy…ah, yes, yes!” she called out in relief, provided by that wonderfully gifted appendage of his. Finally, he had decided to adhere to her wishes, and all she could say was it was about damned time.

Sesshoumaru smirked against her wet folds, darting his tongue out to greet that tiny bundle of nerves that, it greeted properly, could have this woman forgetting her own fucking name, let alone that she was upset with him. His mate was so easy sometimes, and he was quite proud that he knew exactly how to work her. “Is this to your liking, my loving wife?”

“Gods yes, yes Sesshoumaru!” she panted, her fingers gripping his head tight. When she tried to grind against his face, his strong hands held her hips down, refusing to allow her the freedom or movement.

“You will not move, Kagome. Not unless I allow you to.” That statement instantly sparked an idea in his mildly perverted mind, one that he was about act on.

It was most odd how it happened; one second she was there n her back with her husband’s head between her legs, and the next second…well, his head was still between her legs, only the only part of her that was on the floor was her head and her shoulders. The rest of her had been relocated and so had her husband. He at some point had went up to his knees, sitting back on his heels, and had taken her with him; his face  was buried between her thighs while that marauding mouth of his driving her to the brink of sheer insanity. Just what on earth had caused the guy to come up with such an idea, she did not know, but she definitely liked it…a lot. His tongue couldn’t delve any deeper into her velvet cavern even if she was straddling his face. Those sinful things he called eyes watched her every reaction to his oral ministrations, making sure he was bringing out every last ounce of lust and wanton desire she had housed inside her petite body. Truly the man was gifted in every way. He was forcing to the precipice and threatening to cast her over into the chasm, and she was not ready to go yet….

How he loved to watch her face when she hit her moment of orgasmic release; it was always such a fucking rush for him, filling him with unsurpassed male pride like nothing else could. Just knowing he was the reason she screamed like that had his ego soaring high up into the stratosphere, never wanting to come down again. When her pleas for him to allow her to come down from her high became rather desperate, he granted her wish and withdrew his oral appendage from her intimate person.  The Daiyoukai positioned her comfortably upon the floor and waited for her mind to clear a bit. Sesshoumaru would never tire of seeing the woman quaking in the aftermath of his attentions; it was far to gratifying. Once again his swollen and weeping member reminded him that it was being neglected and so he took it upon himself to offer a few strokes of his hand to offset the pain, it was obvious that his wife was not able to offer him any at that point in time.  Carefully he watched her, judging her ability to continue with their wedding night festivities and hoping like hell he had not rendered the woman in need of a nap so soon. He had never kept her on the plane of ecstasy quite so long before and it was possible he may have over done it a touch. Maybe.

 To both their surprise, Kagome bolted upright, her eyes flashing with such unbridled desire it almost scared her. Time for round three…

Noticing her rather open stare, the demon continued to stroke his cock smirking when her tongue swept over her lips in a very seductive manner. “Sess something you like, woman?” he damn near purred at her.

“Oh yeah.” Kagome made her way over to him, never once taking her eyes off that massive piece of equipment that had her name written all over it. It would never cease to amaze her just how this male, this magnificent male, could turn her from the demure and somewhat shy woman she was, into a wanton and shameless sex addict with no regrets whatsoever. “Are you going to give it to me or do I have to take it from you?”

She was level with him now, kind of anyway; with him sitting on his heels and she up on her knees, they were pretty close to being eye to eye. “Oh, you’re going to take it alright, my wife; you’re going to take it any way I can give it to you – and you will thank me for it too.”

“Talk is cheap, my dear husband…” she challenged him, knowing full well what it would do to him, and what he would then do to her. That was what she wanted, what she needed so badly. He had become rather subdued in the bedroom as of recent, and she needed him to unleash that which made her literally ache inside. The very thing that was sure to have her begging the Kami to make him stop lest she be rendered unable to walk or even move. That was what she wanted.

She had known he would do it. In fact, she had been egging him on just so he would do it and by the gods, she was going to enjoy it. The filth that came from his lips did nothing but stoke the already raging flames within her soul and for a second she wondered if that made her a bad person. Thankfully, her male distracted her nicely with one deep kiss, full of the tongue she found she could not live without. She was, in all fairness a married and mated female, so, decency be damned; it could be a bit overrated at times anyway.

“You love the feel of my massive cock burrowing deep inside you, don’t you woman? Say it; tell this Sesshoumaru how you yearn for his cock,” he outright demanded of the tiny female whose inner walls were being breached at that very second. “Your cunt weeps for this dick, doesn’t it?”

“Gods yes…your cock, and only your cock, my love!” she readily agreed with him, prepared to say anything he wanted her to, just so he would not stop.

“Yessss…” he hissed down at her, his eyes flashing as blood, “only this cock can satisfy this tiny pussy like no other. Who is master over this cunt, miko?”

“You are.” She whimpered, unable to keep up with his thrusts, they were too fierce and brutal. All she could do was lay there and do her best; which was surprisingly effective for the time being. Something told her though, that it would not be that way for too much longer.

No, that was not what he wanted to hear from her. To show her the error of her ways, he intensified his vicious attentions; his body slammed into her, rocking her violently and making the bed groan in protest. “Say your master’s name, wife! Say it!”

“Sesshoumaru!” she screamed out, pleasing her male beyond the realms of reason. “My master’s name is Sesshoumaru!”

Now, that was acceptable. The Daiyoukai removed the last barrier holding his inner beast back and gave it free run, rejoicing in the increase of his females screams of pleasure. He flipped her over into the proper Inu bitch position and proceeded to take the woman to levels she had never known before. She was his to do with what he will; she had given herself freely to him in all aspects; name, body, heart, and soul. Kagome belonged to him and no one else. Over and over he pounded into his woman, making her squeal odd variances of his name until he could swear she was loosing her voice. Good. That was a definite sign that he was doing his job as her mate to satisfaction.

Never before had Sesshoumaru been so aggressive since their mating; clearly the guy had been holding back for this night, the very night she belonged to his completely. As her small hands clenched the sheet beneath them, she could feel that ring upon her finger and noticed how her pleasure increased exponentially. She was his; she was Mrs. Sesshoumaru Takeshi, and it felt good to her. The woman did not feel as though she was losing her identity by agreeing that she belonged to him; she was far too confident and strong a woman for something like that. No, it just made her feel wanted and special; something she had not felt for so long, and dared to believe would never happen again. Her male loved her, even if he did not say it out loud; his actions spoke louder than his words ever could and that was enough for her. His muscular frame caged her in, much as he had done on their mating night, and she knew then that he was going to remark her as his mate. Sesshoumaru had warned her beforehand that it might happen, even though he could not say it with absolute certainty. A youkai’s inner beast could be rather quirky and so there was no real way of knowing anything; however, the tongue that began to lave her flesh; that alone told her that it was definitely coming. She braced for it, aware that the pain would combine with the wonderful feel of him inside her and thusly trigger her release. It was going to be powerful, of that there was no doubt, and she simply hoped that she could remain conscious this time. She wanted to bask in the after glow of their coupling, to feel the pounding of his heart gradually lessen as they both floated back down to earth. This was what she wanted.

His eyes widened painfully instead of squeezing shut like they usually did whenever he took his mate like this. The demon felt the familiar jolt course through him, sending out the message to every remote location of his massive frame that his completion was at hand. Despite several attempts, he could not close his eyes at all. A mass of the deepest of ebony was all he could see as he continued to pump into his hot bitch and he found his body as locked tight, unable to move at all except to thrust deeper into her sheath. Her walls convulsed around him, squeezing his length in a vice like grip and refusing to let go. It felt as if his balls were being completely drained of every last drop of his seed they contained; the only thing his mind really found even remotely soothing was the taste of that coppery sweet ambrosia that flowed from his mark upon her.       

Some form of mental clarity found him sometime after his fangs withdrew from her flesh. The demon dared to think that he would not be achieving another orgasm for at least a couple of days, maybe a week; it would take that long for his body to replenish his supply. His limbs seemed as rubber when he tried to extricate himself from his wife’s obviously overworked frame. All he could do was collapse, thankful that he managed to direct his body to his left and not simply dropping straight down to crush the miko quivering beneath him. One should not have to apologize for almost suffocating their new bride on their wedding night; it might spoil the honeymoon. As he lay there, struggling to breathe correctly and somewhat productively, one thought entered into his mind; one that could very well kill the mood, but needed to be addressed. A sideways glance at the miko and he decided it could wait for a short bit, she looked rather distracted anyway.

Kagome inched her way over to him, taking her time for it was the only speed she could muster at the moment. Sesshoumaru, covered in sweat and still panting like he had run a marathon, did not even dare to try to assist her. A voice inside her head told her that he was most likely unable to move yet, and so she did it all on her own. His heart was pounding so violently that not only could she hear it, but she could literally feel it against her cheek. It almost scared her. However, when his arm crept unsteadily around her to pull her closer, she relaxed, knowing that he was fine.

Her thoughts were still a bit of a jumble but she managed to form a couple of coherent thoughts in regard to their being both married, and mated. “Sesshoumaru?”

He heaved a sigh or two, mainly to push the fog from his brain in order to address the woman kissing his chest. “Yes, Kagome?”

“I wanted to thank you for agreeing to a wedding ceremony, just in case I forgot to already. It was very sweet of you, and I know you technically didn’t have to.” She had more to say to him, but he prevented her words from leaving her mouth.

“It was necessary; however, it was not done simply because I had to in order to make sure no one came along and tried to steal you from me because we were not married. I did it because I wanted to.” He squeezed her to accentuate the fact that he did, indeed, want to marry her.

She sighed with contentment, finally able to say she was completely and utterly happy. “I can’t wait to get to Hawaii.”

“Neither can I; I know of a secluded cove where we can indulge to our heart’s content and not be interrupted.” The guy nuzzled her hair, breathing deep and treating her to a purr.

“You’re  insatiable! It’s a good thing I’m on the pill or our decision to wait on having a child would be in vain,” she giggled, rubbing her hand over his stomach.

That brought seriousness to the demon rather quickly, and he raised his head up while urging her to do the same. “Kagome; if you truly wish to become pregnant, I have nothing against granting your wish. Personally, I would love nothing more than to see your belly round with my son.”

“I know that, Sesshoumaru. Although I do long for a baby, it isn’t time for that yet. I am so glad you finally brought it up rather than going through with ‘surprising’ me, like you were going to do. This is a subject that both parties should decide on.” Several small kisses accompanied her words, wanting to keep him as sedate as possible. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have Sesshoumaru’s child, because she did; it was just that they were still learning about each other and attempting to create a stable home for Rin. Until that was accomplished, there was no way they could bring a baby into the picture. It would be so unfair.

“As long as you realize that I do intend to put that nursery to use at some point. Not only do I need an heir to ensure that my line will continue to hold title; I want to sire a child with you. I can think of no other way to show the world that you are my one and only. Those that know me will understand the significance of our creating a life together, and shall never again doubt my devotion to the Lady of the West.” It was as if he was trying to draw her into himself, to hold her there and keep her safe and in a way he was. He needed the tiny woman lying there with him, for without her he would surely fade away. Mating was just that powerful; one half simply could not continue without the other.

Snuggling into her mate and husband’s embrace, Kagome found the true meaning of the word contentment. His words, while not flowery and overly romantic in any way, told her just how much he cared for and adored her. To Kagome, it was just as meaningful as if he had said that he loved her.

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