Coloring in the lines by soulNchantress

A Royal Flush

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or it's characters.  I do not make money from these fictions.

Story One for Spectrum Challenge

Promt: Red

Word Count: 511

Sesshoumaru watched as the miko turned her back to him, and stomped her dainty foot onto the ground.

“I am not a child,” she declared. “You are not my Lord, and you are not my father. I will not allow you to think, for one second longer, that you have any say so in how I behave, and what I can and cannot say.” She glared at the silent dog demon. With a swish of her indecent skirt, she turned and trotted to the other side of camp.

The light of affronted challenge entered the Western Lord’s eyes. He snarled and lunged at Kagome. Catching the futuristic girl unawares, he used his demonic speed. Snagging her by the waist he whisked her deep into the surrounding forest.

Kagome squirmed and sputtered. The never of that dog! Carrying her off like a damn bone. Her silent indignation came to and abrupt halt as she was settled over his knee.

Flushing, she wriggled with new vigor. “You pervert, let me go,” she shouted.

Paying the girl no mind, he lifted the hem of her already short skirt up onto her hips. He paused, momentarily, as he took in the rounded globes of her backside. Perhaps this wasn’t one of his better ideas. She may act like a child with that temper of hers, but she most certainly wasn’t a child from where he was sitting. However, she had this coming.

With three, sharp, whacks, his perfect hand made perfect handprints on her rump. Kagome had tears of humiliation streaming down her face. In her mind, she vowed to get a set of beads for her tormenter.

He knew he had stung her pride, in more ways than one, and tried to lessen the severity of the situation. Again, in hindsight it probably wasn’t a good idea. He reached out gently and slowly rubbed her lower cheeks with his calloused hand. He squeezed each tenderly, trying to make the sting go away.

Kagome could not help herself. She moaned, as much from the pain as the attentions from the demon lord, to her rear. Her face flamed even more, but she moaned again, before she could bite it back.

Everyone was sitting around the campfire, when the their two companions entered the area. No one spoke a word as the two separated and went to different sides of the campsite.

The little miko’s face was scarlet as she went to sit down. She scrambled back up to her feet and retrieved her sleeping bag. Spreading it out on the ground, she pulled her pillow to her head, flopping down on her belly. With one last glance at the pack gathered around her, she flushed again and hid her face.

A minute after Kagome went to sleep, Sesshoumaru rose from his seat by a tree, and exited camp. He had never imagined doing such a thing before. It was….not unpleasant. He hoped the miko would misbehave more often. The demon lord continued walking through the forest. The faintest of blushes staining his majestic cheeks red.