When he returned, freshly washed and looking so scrumptious in his deep midnight blue lounging kimono and matching hakamas, Kagome welcomed him into the suite with a tentative smile. In but a few seconds, a servant announced their presence, bringing tea for them to sip as they discussed whatever it was that Sesshoumaru deemed important enough for her to come to his home to discuss. Extending his hand toward the mountain of cushions in the corner of the room, Sesshoumaru waited for the miko to take her seat; his servant had long poured the tea and made a quiet exit, leaving the two of them completely alone for the first time since her return earlier that evening.
Once he himself was comfortable, the demon reached for his cup; his hand gripped the thing tight as he found he simply could not raise his eyes to look at the woman, "I wish for you to know that your return greatly pleases this Sesshoumaru. Never did it seem possible that you would ever return here, if only for this one time; it is an honor for which I will be ever grateful." Sesshoumaru then lifted his cup to take a long sip to divert attention from how uncomfortable he was with divulging such sensitive information so soon in their discussion. He could not help it though, for their time together was limited enough as it was; she would return to her time the next day, out of need to study for some sort of 'tests', at least that was what she had told him as they travelled to the castle.
Lowering her eyes, the girl swallowed hard to repress a nervous laugh that snuck up on her. God; did she hate the thought of becoming a giggle little school girl in front of him. "Stop it...you'll make me blush, Sesshoumaru."
"Blush if you feel the need to, for I will not cease; I shall announce my gratitude to all who will listen." He paused to sip from his cup again, and then resumed speaking, "What I wish to know is; why did you choose to return here at all? From what I have learned about the time in which you were born, you have advantages as well as luxuries that are utterly astounding. Why then, would you desire to return to a time when such does not exist?"
"There are several reasons I wanted to come back here, really. While my time does offer a lot that this one doesn't, the same can be said in regard to what this one has to offer me that the future does not." Kagome turned her head to the left to avoid looking at him as she said that; she found it difficult to hold gaze with Sesshoumaru at that moment, but really did not know why.
"What, pray tell, would those offerings be?" he asked with unspoken hope rising up inside his person.
"I think you probably already know the main one; don't you? You always were an astute being, Sesshoumaru; as such, I cannot begin to imagine that such a thing would escape your notice," she flattered him, hoping to distract the demon from his need to have her voice her innermost wants to him. It wasn't like she could hide them from him; he knew how he affected her, and was possibly simply playing with her to see how worked up he could get her.
He could not deny that he had, in fact, been very much aware of the desire the tiny female housed for him inside her. "It has not; however, I do require confirmation that can only come from you, Kagome."
"I...I-I'm not comfortable saying things like that out loud." she cast her eyes to her lap, embarrassed beyond comprehension with just the thought of telling the demon that she wanted him, desired him even if such things were a commonality in her time.
The demon instantly decided that it would be prudent to press the girl, stressing the importance of hearing her say aloud what they both knew to be fact. He could not proceed without said confirmation, for his honor and pride would not allow it. Kagome had to say it, or what could very well be their only chance would be lost. "All this Sesshoumaru has is but a suspicion and a hope, Kagome; which can lead to detrimental repercussions if there were any misinterpretations on the matter."
Kagome shook her head, her ebony locks sweeping her shoulders in an enticing way; one that made the demon lord take notice. "There are no misinterpretations, Sesshoumaru; your assessment is accurate, and you know it." It occurred to him then that this was all the girl was capable of giving him and, so, Sesshoumaru took what he could get. A clawed hand touched her arm, bestowing a soothing caress and a reassuring squeeze to let her know that he was fine with her answer. Kagome exhaled with marked relief that she would not be forced into saying anything that she was uncomfortable with.
Moving his fingers to the creamy flesh at her throat, the Daiyoukai found a bit more unpleasantness that required discussion before they could proceed. It gnawed away at his conscious thoughts until he had no choice but to give the annoyance a voice. How he hoped that she would not become angered by what he felt he had to ask her; bringing on her infamous wrath she had come to be known for within their once small little group. "I cannot help but wonder just what the dawn might bring; if all that we succumb to this night will be diminished to nothing more than a deep regret once the day breaks and clarity is restored."
"Nothing we do tonight will ever be regretted...not on my end anyway." she sighed heavily then, allowing her eyes to drift in the direction of the well cushioned futon that she had slept in a few times, and dreamed of him. "I am tired of the longing and the sadness in wondering what it would have been like, being with you in such a way. If there is any regret to be felt in our association, it comes from never letting you know just how you affected me...and how much I wanted to remain by your side, forever." Her eyes strayed to the hand upon her thigh, watching as it stroked her through the satiny material and causing tiny excited bumps to prickle her skin below. Kagome knew that the demon could feel them and that thought heightened her excitement ten times over. "Now; it seems as if I may not have such a luxury of choosing my own destiny. I could be returned to my time once and for all, for good...and live with the torment over never knowing how it felt...even just once."
"This Sesshoumaru shares your regret, Kagome; the three years that have passed have brought me such in regard to things ending the way that they did. We had only just begun to learn about each other when you were returned to your time; it served to prove that time, itself, is fleeting, even for a Daiyoukai of my long years and power." Suddenly, his cup was so intriguing to him and he stared at it almost as if he expected the thing to perform a trick for him or something. "I believe that things occurred the way that they did in order to educate this Sesshoumaru on what it truly meant to suffer loss; that my unresolved feelings for you were the Kami's attempt to teach me a lesson on refusing to allow others to know of my heart, and the emotions contained therein."
Her eyes grew large, her mouth dropped open as she found herself in complete astonishment over what the Inu Daiyoukai had confessed to her. Was he being serious with her, or did he just say those things in order to further his chances in getting her into lying with him? If he was, he was just being unnecessarily cruel; which would have the opposite effect on his chances, most assuredly so. "You...What are you saying Sesshoumaru?"
Silence fell for many long, agonizing minutes while the demon summoned both the courage and the inclination to further explain his statement. He had somehow known that Kagome would require clarification, although he had hoped that it would not be necessary; she had always housed a deep seated need for details, from what he had observed anyway. Feeling as though there was no turning back, Sesshoumaru inhaled deeply and exhaled ever so slowly before daring to go on; it wasn't due to an unwillingness to elaborate, for he honestly did want the girl to know the secrets he had kept locked away inside of his heart. His problems lie in his upbringing and years of self- conditioning in order for him to become what he believed to be an effective lord. It was so very difficult for him to change, for he was long set in his ways; however, it seemed as though it was the will of the Kami for it to be so. He was to do whatever he had to in order to show the girl just how she had managed to penetrate his defenses and instill such overwhelming, yet undeniably empowering, feelings within that none thought were possible...not even Sesshoumaru himself.
"If you had not vanished, if you had remained here; this Sesshoumaru would have taken you for his mate, onna, never to let you go. Together we would have ruled the West as Lady and Lord, producing powerful offspring to continue the great and noble Inu line throughout the ages." Never had the Daiyoukai spoken such words before, allowing each and every emotion he felt to clearly be heard in every syllable, while praying to the Kami that Kagome would not see him as weak for doing so. In his mind, such emotions were nothing short of degrading, making a male appear pathetic in the eyes of others; which was not something the great Lord of the West could afford to be titled, for it would diminish him in the eyes of those he ruled over, as well as the eyes of his adversaries.
"You wanted to mate me? You desired to have children with me...a human?" Kagome inquired with obvious incredulity, unable to fully believe that the demon had honestly considered such things. Any children that that would have had would have been half-demons...the very same type of individual that Sesshoumaru had openly condemned his half brother, Inuyasha, for being.
"Does that shock you? I told you before, and I will not repeat myself; as far as having pups with you is concerned, you are not only a human but a miko as well. Our offspring would have power untold, not that it would matter; I would have sired many children with you, hanyou or not. They would have been welcomed just the same." There was neither reservation nor hesitation in his voice when he told her that, for he had considered the subject many times over the passing years, and came to the same decision each and every time he did.
He reached up and touched her cheek tenderly, stroking her flesh with the pad of his thumb, "Does it still affect you so, Kagome; does my touch continue ignite that fire that used to burn so fiercely inside you whenever this Sesshoumaru was near?"
"Y-yes...” she gulped, shaking all over from just that one simple, seemingly innocent touch.
"How nice it is to see that some things do not change." Again, the demon was teasing her. "If you accept my attentions this night, you must not regret it."
"You either," she returned firmly. If he could make concessions then, she could too.
"Such an impressive vocabulary you have, miko. Come, let me teach you another language in which, as you have said before, to expand your horizons." The demon gently pulled her forward, pressing his lips to hers and sweeping said lips with his tongue; it almost made Kagome chuckle, wanting to tell him that she had already been exposed to the French culture in school, but thought better of it. Besides, she was not entirely sure that the guy even knew that what he was trying to teach her already had a name; something told her that the guy probably thought he had invented it all by himself.
Her own tongue removed every trace of his kiss once they parted; her breathing coming in rather hard pants while she fought to clear her mind. "Merci," she replied so heavily that it made the Daiyoukai pull back from her in mild surprise.
The demon had absolutely no damned idea as to what Kagome said to him, but he took it as a compliment in regard to his kiss; it was an accurate assumption considering what they had been doing just before she said it. A rather rushed assessment revealed that Kagome was apprehensive, as well as nervous, in regard to what would happen between them this night; which bothered the demon greatly, for he knew that the girl was not a virgin. Her scent did not reveal that she was in any way indiscriminant, but it did lack the purity that an inexperienced female would hold; which offered him no concrete information as to why she felt so ill at ease.
Perhaps it had something to do with his heritage, with him being of demon blood? It would explain a few things, as well as confirm that the demon lord's past suspicions that the half-demon had not bedded the girl in their time together. He had not exactly relished the thought of going where the hanyou had already been; the boy was his younger sibling after all, and such would disturb the natural order of things. In any case, just why the girl was being so reluctant confused him to no end; he was offering her a chance that other females would commit unspeakable acts for the opportunity to have and, yet, she hesitates? Could she be having second thoughts, due to his heritage; did she find it...distasteful in some way?
Sesshoumaru instantly found the entire prospect of having to convince the girl to lay with him quite disconcerting, and he immediately began to rethink initiating anything between them. If she was having second thoughts, then he would have no part in trying to prove himself worthy of her attentions; such would only serve to lessen the act itself, and he found that to be unacceptable, even if it meant he had to cut their evening together short. Kagome had seemed so receptive...so willing...
When he began to pull away from her, the girl panicked; she should have known that he would be displeased with her reluctance, and see it as a potential issue. Kagome had spent enough time in his presence in the past to know that about the demon that seemed to be retreating from her. He would not even look at her now; which clearly indicated that he was offended, if not hurt, by the way she held back on him. Damn her shyness. Clearly, she had to do something or the moment would be lost to her forever, never to present itself again. She summoned up any amount of courage that she could find, and reached out to grasp his robe tightly; it pleased her when the demon instantly halted his attempt to distance himself from her. One hard tug brought those eyes of his up to meet hers and then...she did it. Never had she initiated this kind of contact between them before; he had always been the one to do such a thing, but there she was, pressing her lips hard against him to let him know just how much she did want him...desire him...and damn if it did not feel good.
That seemed to be all the encouragement the Daiyoukai needed, for Kagome found herself upon her back, Sesshoumaru hovering precariously above her, threatening to swoop in and launch a counter-assault of his own...one of massive proportions. His eyes swirled crimson and gold, holding her captive within their mesmerizing depths, unable to find her way out. One devious hand crept upward on her person, inching its way toward her ample breasts and she did not try to stop it; instead, she encouraged the thing by arching her body in open offering, begging for its attention. A soft cry of gratitude escaped her the moment that hand palmed her aching globe, pinching the hardened peak between his fingers. God, the things that this male could make her feel were absolutely scandalous and obscene...
It was difficult for the demon lord to hold his attentions back; everything that he was cried out for him to ravage the female that he had spent years fantasizing about, but he knew that she would only retreat on him if he did that at this time. Sesshoumaru surmised that intense and calculated movements were necessary in what he and the girl were about to embark upon; he was positive that the time for fierce and brutal passion would present itself later on as they progressed, for the girl's responses to his ministrations told him that it was so. As he slid her kimono open, watching her face intently for any signs of resistance, the great and powerful Lord of the West found himself holding his breath. Whether it was anticipation over seeing the first of a few attributes of Kagome's that had enthralled him many times in the past, or whether it was mild fear that she would try to stop him that caused it he was unsure; all he knew was the glorious sight that met his starving demon eyes...
His mouth scorched her skin as he devoured her heaving fleshy globe as if he were starving, rolling her nipple between his teeth with his tongue; never before had she felt anything quite like it, and was dead sure that she never would again...unless she was with him. Sesshoumaru had started to growl softly, making Kagome shiver uncontrollably in response; that voice of his would be her undoing one day...one fine and glorious day. Although he had yet to bare any part of his intimate person to her, Kagome remained content for the moment; her anxiety had not yet fully dissipated and, until that happened, she was just fine with allowing Sesshoumaru full run of the act. He was, without a doubt, doing just fine by himself; he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot really, if the quiet snarls that joined those growls she had heard him make were any indication. His hardened member ground into her left thigh every now an then, forewarning her of what was yet to come, and the woman felt a spark of anticipation ignite inside her.
"Kagome," Sesshoumaru rasped against her throat, "You may join in whenever the mood strikes you..."
Her hand responded to the not so subtle demand for her to touch him, instantly starting at his silky soft mane; it slid around to his jaw, feeling said jaw clench tightly under her touch. From there it ventured to his shoulder, bestowing firm squeezes once there; which earned the girl a light nip upon her neck and a firm grind to her thigh. More confident, Kagome slid her hand inside his kimono to feel his naked flesh beneath her trembling fingers. It was so hot and so soft...like fine silk; not that she had expected anything less from the obscenely beautiful being that had moved his attention to the breast that he had purposefully neglected earlier.
The muscles of his back felt like steel, hard and unyielding; truly this male took great pride in keeping his body in impeccable condition...there was not an ounce of fat on the guy anywhere. Kagome could not help the appreciative grope that she gave his well defined glutes, once she got over the initial shock of discovering that he had somehow removed his pants without her knowing that he even did it...the sneak. Those round, wonderful things; they were nothing short of magnificent...much like the rest of the demon lord of the West. He seemed to like that move of hers, for Sesshoumaru flexed those twin muscles as if to impress her with their firmness; which earned the guy a few more gropes to acknowledge his efforts to impress her.
Suddenly, Sesshoumaru pulled back from her, making her whine with disappointment...until she realized what he had done it for. Lust clouded orbs of the deepest amber stared silently into her passion filled cerulean ones as his hand crept slowly toward her southern border; he wanted to watch her reaction to him touching her there, for it shone in his eyes. In kind, Kagome's quivering hand began a journey to his front, lowering as it did; she too wanted to see his response to her touch there, and the wait was pure torture. In perfect synch with the other, light strokes started them off; he stroking her dampened nether lips while she teased his hardened turgid member. Neither one would allow their eyes to close for even a second, unwilling to miss even a millisecond. Two sets of eyes widened at the sensations that crashed over them when Sesshoumaru parted her folds with two fingers and swept her center; which caused the miko to gasp sharply and contract her hand hard around his engorged phallus.
Sesshoumaru did not repress the moan that came from his lips in response to how her walls gripped the two fingers he used to invade her intimate person; how wonderful it would feel to slide his aching cock inside those walls. It was almost as if this female were custom made for him, for he was certain that said walls would encompass his member in just the manner that he had longed for... snug but not too tight. Perfect. In and out his fingers moved; eliciting such pleasing responses from Kagome that they made his entire body shudder with delight. Of course, his responses could also be attributed to the way that she pumped his cock with that wicked little hand of hers too; whatever it was, the demon found it to be to his liking, that was certain.
He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue slithered inside the other heated wet cavern that he favored, synchronizing its thrusts with those of his fingers, as well as her hand, to create such a fluid and erotic series of movements that it was almost like a dance. The Daiyoukai had decided that he would gift the girl with a pre-emptive orgasm to start things off, due to his desire to have her body completely receptive to his intentions; it would not do for her to become uncomfortable during his entry, such would only ruin this monumental event for the both of them. The excruciating pain he experienced from holding back on invading her willing body had become quite bothersome, but he was determined to wait just a bit longer. He was an experienced male and knew that he could quickly get the girl to the precipice of ecstasy; therefore, his long anticipated wait to enter the very place he had deemed the equivalent of heaven would not be all that long.
His mouth swallowed every one of her screams and cries of euphoria, and they tasted positively divine. Sesshoumaru had to groan a few times himself while the miko rode the brutal waves of her release; which was directly related to the spasming, reflexive clenching of that hand that held his precious member so tightly. It wasn't technically real damaging pain, per say; it was more like excruciating pleasure of grand proportions. While he did enjoy the feelings though, he found himself slowing his movements in order for the girl to come down from her high, lest she drag him right in there with her and he meet his end early. That was something that he would not allow, for he had waited years to be granted this opportunity with the miko; now that said opportunity had presented itself, nothing would ruin it for him. The demon pulled back from her, staring down into her sweat covered face, and felt such a swell of male pride over the effects he had on her without even entering her body. If his fingers could make her look like that, he could not wait to see her response to having his member invade her most sacred of places.
Her hand resumed its gentle strokes as if seeking to make up for the unkind treatment it had bestowed upon the thing not but seconds before. No words passed between them, there were no need for them to; her eyes spoke to his silently, and his answered right back. Kagome adjusted her position while Sesshoumaru did the same. Her thighs opened wide for him, waiting for him to position himself, but the Inu surprised her by telling her to prop herself up onto her arms so that she could watch the moment when their bodies joined together. Even though she felt a little embarrassed at the thought of watching that massive thing make its way inside her tiny orifice, Kagome experienced a rush of exhilaration and excitement as well.
Gentle yet strong hands gripped her hips, lifting her lower body to rest upon his thighs and Sesshoumaru shifted under her until he was right where he wanted. It gave her the chance to get a really good look at his swollen and pitching member; which made her eyes grow to three times their normal size. How in the world was that...monster going to fit inside her? He must have sensed her anxiety, for one hand relocated and a thumb began rubbing small firm circles upon her clit to ease her fear and force her to relax.
"It will fit, miko; I would never willingly cause you pain or discomfort...only immense pleasure." he replied softly, his voice sending shivers running along her spine.
"I-I know, Sesshoumaru. I trust you." Kagome responded, staring into his eyes. She wanted this; damn how she wanted this and nothing in the world would keep her from having it either, not even her own fears.
It felt so wonderful to hear her say that to him; that she trusted him. Once he was certain that she was indeed relaxed, Sesshoumaru abandoned her pearl so that he could take his cock into his hand, moving himself into position. Apparently, the girl liked seeing him touch himself, for she moaned quite loudly the second his hand closed around his member; that was information that he filed away inside of his mind in the chance that he might need to remember it later...just in case. Kagome gasped the moment he breached her, her fingers gripped the bed tightly, forcing Sesshoumaru to lift his eyes to her face to see if she was uncomfortable and needed him to halt his entry. Her eyes were wide open and staring intently down between her legs where his cock met her simmering heat...
Content that his companion was fine, Sesshoumaru returned his gaze to the same sight the girl appeared to be so enthralled with; he too found this a mesmerizing treat for his demon eyes, and refused to allow his eyes to stray again. With painstaking slowness, the demon entered her inch by indecent inch; his entire body wracked with wave after wave of brutal sensations that intensified with every clench of those walls around his cock. "Such a glorious sight; is it not?" he moaned.
"Yes... it is..." agreed Kagome. Sweat coated her body, tremors plagued the same; how positively hypnotizing it was to see her body so willingly accepting one of his generous size and length. He steadily pulled her forward upon him, causing more and more of that mammoth sized appendage to disappear inside her, and made her shiver all over from the feeling.
When not a millimeter remained unsheathed; when his groin was pressed tightly against her, Sesshoumaru held her body completely still to relish the feeling, asking her to join him, "Note how well our bodies fit the other; truly this moment was meant to be, Kagome. Allow it to fill you, to bring you joy the likes of which you have never known."
Her head fell backward; her eyes staring at the ceiling above her, as she did exactly what the Inuyoukai had told her to do. To be quite honest about it, there were no words to describe how it felt to have this fine specimen of the male form buried so deeply, so completely, inside her. Knowing that he expected an answer from her, Kagome moaned ever so wantonly in a voice that she never knew she possessed, "It does...dear Kami above, it honestly does." His hand rested against her abdomen, his fingers splayed outward and pressing her down; just why he did it she did not know, but she really did not care at that particular moment.
One hand gripped her hip while the other pressed into her belly, Sesshoumaru pulled back, sliding his member out of her in an unhurried fashion. The squirm from the miko proved that he had been right in putting his hand upon her stomach; it prevented her from going anywhere that he did not approve of. It would seem as though Kagome believed that he was retreating, attempting to remove himself from her tight scorching cavern; which was about as ridiculous as it was inaccurate. Oh the way those walls clenched to try to prevent his escape was inspiring; her fight, while futile, told him things that the girl herself had not. When just the head remained sheathed, the demon steadily pushed forward once again, a pronounced expression of pure unadulterated pleasure appearing upon his face. This was one of the few instances in which he could allow anyone to bear witness to such a display, and she was the only one who had ever, or would ever, witness said display as well. For many minutes, that was how he kept things, carefully measured and somewhat languid; even though it was quite excruciating for him to do so, it was for a very good reason.
If the girl wanted more from him, then she would have to voice said want clearly for him to hear it and cater to it. No; he did not want Kagome to beg him, he just wanted to hear her say that she needed what only he could do for her in this sort of thing. It was not arrogant for him to believe that only he could offer such exquisite pleasure and satisfaction, for he knew it to be fact. Everything about the girl screamed that it was true; therefore, his stance on the matter could not be construed as hubrance. From what he was seeing, it would not be much longer and the girl would overcome her shyness and outright request that he increase his attentions; her sweaty flushed face contorted in such ways that indicated frustration had begun to set in, and he waited patiently for it to take hold.
What started out as sufficient had swiftly turned into aggravatingly ineffective; Kagome could feel it there inside her, just out of her reach, teasing and taunting her mercilessly as she desperately tried to take hold. Pathetic whimpers escaped her while she struggled to find the previously gratifying sensations that she had known before; only to be disappointed when he failed with every attempt that she made. Finally her mind told her that if she wanted to find what she was looking for, she would have to just ask him to do something to help her out; it was a thought that had her mortified beyond belief, but she was desperate. Kagome was positive that she could not continue on the way that she was, for it was likely to drive her insane; which was not exactly the most appealing of choices for her to consider. No; she had but one choice and, gods above, how she hoped he would not think badly of her for it.
"Harder, Sesshoumaru," Kagome whispered urgently, making certain to keep her eyes somewhere other than his face in the off chance he found her words to be unappealing.
Taking advantage of the fact that the girl was not looking at him, the demon indulged in a rather decidedly smug smirk of triumph; he had known she would do it and, so, he was entitled to his pride in regard to his victory. Unfortunately for Kagome, the deviously wicked demon lord had decided to push his luck, "What did you say, Kagome? I did not hear you."
Oh that bastard...he had heard her, what with those enhanced ears of his; there was absolutely no way that he missed what she had said to him. For the love of it all, he was just being mean..."Ses...Sesshoumaru...just, please; don't make me say it again."
"But I am afraid that you must, for this Sesshoumaru did not understand what you said." The glare he received then assured him that she would seek to repay him for this, but for the moment the demon refused to contemplate what that repayment might be. Instead, he chose to revel in the feeling of victory over the fiery miko and nothing more.
Oh yes; he would pay for this, his taking such pleasure in her torment like he was; of that there was no doubt. That would be later...much later in fact; for now, though...."Harder; I said harder," Kagome hissed at him.
"Harder, or...faster, miko?" he tried to appease her by offering her a choice, wanting to her feel as though she had some say in what would occur from there on out. He knew exactly what she would say before she even opened her mouth to say it; he was just that astute.
"Both," she breathed heavily, her eyes pulsing with her desire.
"If that is your wish, Kagome; it shall be granted." Again a smirk crossed his face, signifying his extreme pleasure with how things had managed to progress. Now he had the young woman's permission to do what he had to in order to ensure this would be an experience that she would never forget...no matter what time she existed in. Two thrusts and Kagome instantly realized how beneficial voicing one's wants and desires could be. How proud he was to know that he was the sole cause for that breathtaking look of pure pleasure that appeared on the miko's face the moment that he set up a guaranteed rewarding pace; it served to heighten his own pleasure as well, and Sesshoumaru prepared himself to sate every damned need either one of them had. It was a task that he looked forward to performing, positive that he would accomplish said task to satisfaction.
This was what she had wanted from the demon hovering above her, having repositioned himself to where their bodies were pressed tightly together, his face mere inches from hers; never before had sex felt so wonderful...so satisfying and empowering. It was assured that no other could make her feel this way, only the Lord of the West had what it took to instill such feelings and sensations within her person; she knew that with all that she was.
"By morning's light, Kagome; all doubts in regard to this Sesshoumaru's interest in you shall leave your mind forever," he vowed as he licked the ridge of her ear affectionately. The girl pulled his head up to kiss him as he continued to thrust, still holding back on her out of respect for her humanity; she would need more than this one time to be able to accommodate his primal side, for she was in no way prepared for such a thing. It was likely that Kagome might not even be ready for that part of him before she had to return to her time; which was not something that he was exactly looking forward to. The great and noble demon lord of the West had hoped that it would be possible, for Kagome would find that side of him absolutely addictive; however, the truth of the matter was that he had to ease her into it, and they just did not have that kind of time. Oh; he would allow the beast in him out in small increments over the course of their time together, if only to give her something to remember with fondness in the days to come, should she remain in her time rather than returning to his. That way, his beast would know even a small bit of joy in having had the miko, rather than having nothing but a memory to tell him what she had felt like...what she had smelled and tasted like...
Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed him hard, making his eyes roll upward inside his head; damn, if she did not seem to know just what to do to have him on the brink of a feral sexual frenzy...the minx. She had become more vocal, treating his demon ears to her erotic symphony of whimpers, moans and cries; that too had his inner beast growling and snarling for chance to play with the female writhing beneath him. His eyes bled crimson then, signaling that he had allowed that side of himself to surface, even though he kept extremely tight reigns on his primal side in order to restrain his beast should said beast get too frisky with the miko.
Panting hard, while light snarls sounded out in the room, Sesshoumaru locked gaze with the miko; his eyes seemed to penetrate hers to her very soul, baring all to the demon that she had allowed to bed her. His thrusts increased, though not to the levels that he normally used to pleasure a female when allowed out, and still he stared at her. One clawed hand slipped underneath her to grip her right cheek tightly, accompanied by several hard grinds into her groin; which instantly changed to long hard strokes that drove her utterly mindless.
It was not like Kagome had no knowledge of this side of her demon lover, for Sesshoumaru had mentioned this consciousness to her a couple of times in the past. Back then, she did not quite understand just why he had done that, but now it was perfectly clear to her; he was forewarning her about his more...aggressive side, for future reference in their progressing relationship. No; he had not gone into explicit detail, for she would have been mortified to be discussing such matters with a guy that she had only just considered socializing with. He merely told her that, when allowed out to interact with a female that he found noticeable, that part of him would never harm said female, no matter how intense things seemed to be getting. That was the very reason that she felt no apprehension or fear about him allowing his inner bestial side to surface, for she knew that Sesshoumaru was a male of his word and would not allow any sort of harm to befall her at such a vulnerable moment...especially at his own hands.
He was so forceful, so very intense with his attentions that they made her head spin; his rough but pleasing caresses set her very flesh aflame, struggling for but one cooling breath to regain her senses. Body rocking violently, fingers digging into his muscled back as best they could to try to stabilize herself, the young woman felt his mouth at her throat; that wicked thing that the demon called a tongue laved at her skin, heightening her pleasure a hundredfold. Sesshoumaru nipped at her chin, taking much joy from her tiny cries of mild pain; oh, he was so very, very talented at this...a natural in the art of giving pleasure. One particularly hard thrust made her want to scream to the heavens above and, for once, the girl did not question herself. When she opened her mouth to cry out though, Kagome was immediately silenced by her lover's tongue. It slid insistently in and out of her mouth, caressing any and every place that it could before withdrawing, just to be shoved back inside her oral cavern once more. The way he had shifted so easily amazed Kagome to no end, but she did not find it to be unpleasant whatsoever...just different.
"If you were properly prepared, woman...I would take you in the way of my kind...." he growled at her, once he had extricated his tongue from her moth, leaving her gasping for life sustaining air. "Traditional Inu..." he snarled as his pace increased yet again, his body literally shaking from fighting against his restraints, "On...your knees with your ass in the air like a good and proper Inu bitch..."
Little of what he had said to her registered, for her brain had started to malfunction on her by that point; all she really understood were the words 'Traditional', 'on your knees' and 'Inu bitch'. Of course, she had no clue as to what any of it meant, but it kind of turned her on even more than she already was, as weird as that sounded. Kagome quickly discovered that this part of him enjoyed her biting his shoulder as he thrust into her, rocking her entire body with each one. She timed her bites to compliment the tempo he had created and, the results were undeniably explosive...
It had begun, her ascent into the realm of pure, all encompassing euphoric bliss and...it was spectacular. Every nerve in her body had been electrically charged, excited with anticipation to taking the journey. Louder her voice grew, shouting her gratitude to her companion on said journey, wishing for him to know just how grateful she was to him for escorting her to this wonderful and exhilarating realm that he had shown to her. The woman had always been told that Inu were auditory beings and, if her lover's reactions to each rise in decibels were any indication to that, she would have to admit that what she had been told was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, true.
The Inu pressed his forehead into hers, growling low in obvious demand for her to open her eyes, and the girl complied; she raised her lids until she could sort of see him clearly, despite how blurry her vision was. If she tried to close them, Sesshoumaru growled again in reprimand, the hand that held her by the back of the neck tugging but once to refocus her attention. His hot breath panted upon her face while his entire body shook violently; he was close to meeting his end, just as she was, for it was as plain to see as the nose on her face. Reflexively his hand squeezed her ass in a noticeably unsteady rhythm, his sweat falling down in tiny droplets upon her; oh how undeniably gratifying this one simple act was to her. There would never be a sight more breathtaking than that of Sesshoumaru, Lord of the West staring back at her at this very moment. He looked so powerful and strong, yet so vulnerable at the same time. Truly amazing.
His entire six foot something frame tensed at the moment of his release, his joints locked tight; claws ached to pierce the flesh beneath them as compensation for enduring such blissful agony, yet the demon would not allow it. Drawing her blood at such a sensitive moment would trigger something that neither of them was exactly prepared to deal with at that point in time. The urge was so very strong though; his mind, his body, and his soul roared with vicious demand, pitting the demon lord against an adversary the likes of which he had never faced before...himself. Thankfully, he was able to establish control over those dangerous urges, and push them far back inside the dark recesses of his mind...for the moment anyway. Something told Sesshoumaru that he would have to face those things again...soon.
Rising up to relieve some of his weight pressing down upon Kagome's distressed form, the demon surveyed the results of his work. Face and body flushed a deep shade of pink, her hands gripping the mattress beneath them as if for dear life, and her breathing ragged and shallow; yes, he had performed rather well, if he did say so himself. Sesshoumaru rolled his shoulders a few times and then stretched out beside the oddly silent miko to wait for her to either initiate conversation, or fall into an exhausted and satisfied sleep. When Kagome's still trembling hand came to rest upon his own hand that laid at his side, Sesshoumaru allowed a sigh to escape him, letting her know that he too was content and very much satisfied....for now anyway.
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"What amount of time do you require in order to achieve your goal, miko?" he asked her huskily, allowing his female to know of his inner struggle to even agree to this. With all that he was, Sesshoumaru loathed the thought of the girl journeying through the very thing that he had come to view as an adversary; how it seemed to mock him, that cursed well that would, yet again, take the miko from his side.
His primal inner self called out in vicious demand for him to just destroy it; to obliterate the thing from existence, thereby keeping Kagome right there with him, in his, time rather than returning to her own. To that part of him, the girl had the same as renounced any and all claims that she had on that era, the very one that had created the being they had become so closely attached to; she had accepted his offer to become his forever, having done so of her own free will, and now belonged to him completely. The very fact that she did not possess his mark was irrelevant; she was still his chosen female and intended mate. Sometimes, that part of him could be so childish.
She could sense the battle going on inside of him, and it touched her that he was putting such an effort into adhering to their agreement that they had reached in the early hours of their morning together. Kagome wanted the guy to know that she was feeling the same as he was, but it could not be helped; she still had much to finish in her time in order to return there to his and become his for all of eternity. She liked the sound of that; so much so that she repeated it inside her head a couple of times, just to know that it was real; he had asked her to become his mate and she had agreed without hesitation, elated that a being such as the Lord of the West wanted to bind himself to her...a human female. It seemed so surreal to her. "Three months; I graduate in three months and then I can try to come back...if the well doesn't disappear again."
Deceptively hard amber eyes, infused with deep crimson, stared back at her; he could not deny that the very thought of that happening instilled great fear inside his very soul, even if he refused to show it. He would not have the girl's possibly last image of him being forever tarnished with a display of fear. He would have her remember him as the strong and powerful being that he was...just in case. "If that happens, there is still hope that it will reappear; just as it did this time, correct?'
"There is always hope, Sesshoumaru; be it futile or not," Kagome replied sadly, still feeling the effects of their last encounter that morning; ever would she recall the things he had done to her then... as well as the things he had done for her too. Lifting her hand to gingerly touch his cheek, Kagome marveled at the way such a simple action could affect a being like Sesshoumaru. Of course, she did not draw attention to the slight rolling of his eyes the moment her hand touch his face, for she knew that he believed he did not do such common things like that.
Sesshoumaru nodded his head in agreement; there was always hope, this he could not, and would not, deny. He had hoped that he would see this woman again for years, even just once, and that had come to pass. For that very reason, he would not acquiesce to the thought that it would not happen again. "Then, in three months time, this Sesshoumaru shall return to this spot at sunset to await your return. If that occurs; if you do, in fact, manage to cross over once more...it will be forever, Kagome. You will become my mate; make no mistakes about it, for my words are not to be taken lightly."
"I know that, Sesshoumaru; stop making it sound like a threat," the miko lightly scolded her intended. Leave it to the Daiyoukai to take such a touching moment...
"It is not a threat, onna; it is a promise," he vowed to her, mere seconds before he lifted the tiny slip of a woman up to seat herself upon the lip of the well, making the girl gasp sharply in surprise. The demon smirked slightly as he was instantly reminded of the last time he made her do that....mere hours ago in his castle...in his bed.
That smirk was short lived though, for the seriousness of the moment seeped back in to remove it from his face; she was going back and he would be without her once more; such was definitely enough to sour any pleasant mood in any being. One last kiss ensued then, one that he was certain she would always remember, no matter what happened from that moment on. Even if the girl was unable to return to him, she would never forget the parting kiss he bestowed upon those divine petals of hers; they would ever tingle with the residual effects of this one last show of undying affection between them. The Daiyoukai was certain of that, and it helped to ease the deep ache that had begun to plague him. It brought him mild comfort, knowing that even if they did not reunite in his lifetime, or even hers for that matter, she would never forget him or what they had found together.
His eyes scanned her face for what seemed like the hundredth time since she returned the evening before, committing every detail to his memory. As he stared into her eyes, he recalled what it had been like to watch as those skies of blue clouded over with the turbulent storm that slowly crept in to darken them; oh how she had squirmed so restlessly in her growing anticipation of that storm too, it had been such a glorious sight for his demon eyes to behold. "Until we meet again, Kagome."
She nodded her head, understanding just why he had said it the way that he did; neither of them had wanted to say the words 'good-bye', for they were so permanent and final. Her eyes tore themselves away from the demon just long enough for her to take a lingering look around her, only to return her gaze to the only sight her eyes truly wanted to see...his handsome face. "Until we meet again, my Lord Sesshoumaru."
The Daiyoukai watched as she disappeared, lowering herself into the well in a bright burst of light; it told him that the thing had allowed her to cross over, that she was indeed gone once more. Although his heart wrenched quite painfully, the demon did not allow his mind to fully believe that she was truly out of his reach forever. She would return to him again, for he refused to believe that the Kami would have allowed her to come to him and accomplish what had been deemed as impossible, only for the girl to ever reside where none would reap the benefits as reward.
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