A Curse of Lust by Squash

A curse of lust, chapter 6

"Miko, remove the barrier."

Kagome's eyes shot open wide at the serious tone of Sesshomaru's words. They locked on his form through the barrier in silent question, her throat constricting at the sight that met her gaze. His brow was creased with a heavy kind of concentration and from the way his eyes were beginning to tint red, it did not take a genius to figure out he was struggling to hold back his inner beast. He wore only his hakamas as she still had his horai draped across her form and she found she could not help her gaze from sliding down across his Adonis sculpted body. The single article of clothing was slipped dangerously low on his hips, revealing a set of very complimentary markings like the ones on his wrists and face. Kagome found her eyes locking even lower quite against her will to the exposed curves between his pelvis that signaled the beginnings of his manhood. Try as she might, her mind was already reeling with images as she blinked rapidly, blushing crimson as she tried to disengage her eyes from his enticing body.

Her heart slammed in her chest as she felt another crushing wave of overwhelming need crash over her. Knees thoroughly weakened, she swayed in place in the spot she had only just managed to sit up from. Sweaty palms flattened against the cold stone of the cave in support as her vision swam in front of her. She was on all fours suffering a powerful wave of the call when her attention was pulled to the sound of a low, impatient growl.

Sesshomaru had narrowed his gaze on her intensely, his upper lip curled to reveal a set of engorged fangs. Another pulse of need ripped through the deepest part of her and she moaned outright, ignorant to her modesty in the wake of the spell. The curse had finally brought her to her knees.

"Kagome..." the soft baritone was like a sultry caress against her skin and she hissed at the sound of her name on his lips. Sapphire blue eyes locked with molten amber. "Remove the barrier."

She blinked rapidly, feeling her heart skip a beat at the sound of her name, much like it had when Kikyo was reborn. In the same instant, she registered the sensation of her skin plunging against the raw, night air as her barrier was nullified and being swiftly lifted before she found herself thrown over the western lord's shoulder, her legs dangling down his front. Her stomach flipped while her bottom and legs were suddenly accosted with cold, powerful wind, signaling their ascent into the sky. The horai he'd let her borrow parted dangerously in the scuffle as she felt her bare stomach brush against the naked shoulder she was laying across. All the while, the wind tore at her hair and pushed at her skirt as they flew through the sky, bringing it dangerously high. Her hands could not reach around to fix the problem, either and she blushed madly the moment her brain registered the sensation of his arm holding her firmly around the back of her thighs. His grip was dangerously close to her buttocks and the light sensation of his claws resting lightly on the skin of her hip so high beneath her skirt was a little more than distracting.

Sesshomaru barreled in the direction of his own lands, intent on confining the girl under strict quarantine for her own safety until her heat had passed. It was the only logical explanation he could come up with while her scent continued to grate against his forces, wearing him down bit by bit. He hadn't made it even a quarter of a mile before he felt the thin edge of control remaining in his possession begin to wane dangerously at the feel of her soft skin held firm in his grasp. He slowed his speed as he noticed the rise in her scent, finding her close proximity made the tempting affects of her body all the more potent. He found himself... considering. Unaware of his actions, his thumb absentmindedly grazed a tender spot on her inner thigh.

Her hiss of pleasure brought him to a complete hover in the air as he turned to face the opposite direction in which they had come. Perpetually frozen at a cross road, Sesshomaru stilled with the girl across his shoulder. They way he saw it, there were only two paths he could take from this point. He could take the path to his stronghold, upholding his honor and her integrity by refusing what no other could, isolating her from any threat until either the curse had run its course or a solution was found. The other path led back to the cave she had taken refuge in, still close enough to reach within a moment. It would deliver him straight into the arms of temptation and would shake the foundations of his discrimination towards humanity while simultaneously posing a threat to both of them as the possibility of regret for both parties resounded in his mind like a tolling bell.

Her tiny form trembled against him as he realized the action of his wayward thumb too late. Another crashing wave of her aroused scent thickened on the air and he halted his thoughtless action in astonishment. He could feel the pulse of heat emanating from her core brushing against his flesh as she responded to his touch. Even now, he could smell the sweet, heavy humidity of her womanhood, like a summer thunderstorm, calling to him. It appeared that the miko desired him and would not discourage him from mating her should he decide to.

Her hips writhed uncomfortably against his shoulder and he could easily guess the cause of her discomfort. Intrigued beyond reason and wanting to test this theory, he tightened his grip on her hip experimentally, intentionally letting the tips of his claws softly graze her inner thigh suggestively. The breath caught in chest as he felt her spine arc obediently, her bottom raised in the air to display her readiness, causing his mouth to water with anticipation. He swallowed heavily, his thoughts wandering towards the image of him burying his face in that moist, little, tight opening... With an iron grip, Sesshomaru reigned in his thoughts by the throat. 'You will die if you speak again.'

"UUHHH, Sess-" her voice vibrated into the flesh of his back as he felt her knees part against his torso. His hands moved of their own volition to grip her inner thighs in an attempt to support her new position. Gulping, Sesshomaru realized the error of his actions too late as he felt the heat of her hot, slippery womanhood collide with his lower, unclothed stomach, suspended only by the scant barrier of fabric that was her underclothes. He felt her legs lock around him from behind and he couldn't stop his hands from exploring the curiously soft skin that was free of hair. Now, she was face to face with him, her legs wrapped around his waist in a very intimate position and it was his hands that gripped tightly around her thighs, dangerously close to her buttocks. The position was his fault, the mistake unconscious, but once it was made, he found he could not undo it. Her soft, wet petals clenched against his lower abs as he measured the small movement necessary to bring his hips to her's...

Closing his eyes tight, Sesshomaru squeezed the throat of those thoughts even tighter. 'Die, die, die, die, die, die, die...DIE!'

She whimpered when his hands did not move again and the sound was his undoing.

Something moved her bangs and her eyes caught a glimpse of pale skin and magenta markings before her gaze moved to his face. His lips were claiming her's well before she got the chance. The shock of the situation was only momentary, as another wave of need seemed to overwhelm her senses. He deepened the kiss by parting his lips slightly, causing his fangs to press gently into her bottom lip, encouraging them to open. She obeyed, moaning as she felt his warm tongue delving in the space she provided with no hesitation and she reveled at the intensity of it, as well as the hidden implications.

They parted for breath, her head rolling to settle on his shoulder as his kisses continued down her neck. Dimly, she noticed they were moving back in the direction they had come but couldn't bring herself to care. He pulled his horai even further off her shoulder to gain access to the more sensitive areas of her clavicle. She felt his fingers come alive again at the borderline of the apex of her thighs, where they supported her against him beneath her buttocks. They moved slowly and innocuously up her thighs, tracing the elastic band of her panties back and forth in a small, seemingly insignificant movement that nearly drove her straight over the edge. She felt her hips rise to meet his movements excitedly and halted her actions, mortified. He soothed her embarrassment with a deep rumbling from his chest that she instinctively knew showed his appreciation. His fingers continued to slide softly up and down her panty line and she did not care anymore that he was Inuyasha's brother, or that he was a full demon, or that she was a virgin or a miko. Her entire being cried out for that finger to breach her opening and she pushed her hips towards him to signal her permission. He answered her with another deep rumble of appreciation before slowly slipping his clawed fingertip under the hem. Kagome moaned as she felt the change in pressure in her undergarments. The sensation of the wind hit her sex for just a moment before she felt his clawed fingertip greet her soaked opening. She cried out as one slipped slowly between her petals and began softly moving in and out of her opening in shallow thrusts while the others rubbed soft, wet circles over her clitoris.

The feeling was like rain to sun-parched soil. She felt her whole being lean into his touch, begging, pleading for more. She wanted him, in a way she never expected she was capable. The thought of what his actions could very well be leading to was knee-weakening and she confessed she could not deny him. The thought of his powerful body dominating her's was a decadent morsel of hopeful anticipation. If Shoki's curse ended this way, she decided she would not be regretful.

"Ahhh, Sesshomaru," she hissed against him. Her whole being clenched and released, clenched and released as his fingers expertly swirled around her bundle of nerves, while his other hand continuously pumped in and out in a delicious rhythm that was not enough and too much at the same time. Her toes curled. Her back arced, causing a low, appreciative rumble to sound in his chest. Her hands fisted into his silver locks. Her legs flexed until they hurt. Just as she was about to reach the height of her pleasure, a sudden stinging sensation deep within her made her suddenly frightful. Scenting her abrupt change in mood, he comforted her by kissing down her neck and whispered huskily, "The pain will pass in but a moment. This Sesshomaru seeks to aid in your pleasure by removing your virginal barrier."

His talented fingers slowly and patiently resumed circling her opening, halting her thoughts just as the sensation of her back landing softly against fur registered in her mind. They had landed in the cave, his boa fluffed out behind her to cushion her fall.

His fingers withdrew swiftly. A blur of silver and she felt his decadent body surge between her legs, a very large and prominent erection pushing against her core behind the silk of his hakamas. His large frame seemed to absorb her as he ground against her suggestively, a teasing foreshadow for actions soon to come.

Kagome allowed her instinct to take over, spreading her legs open wide as she pushed off from the ground to meet his thrusts. He pulled back to look at her and she moaned again at the sight of his face. His markings were a bright, crimson red while his eyes were well on the way to matching. The moon on his brow was the darkest blue she'd ever seen while his fangs were longer and sharper-looking than usual. She shivered in anticipation, submitting beneath his powerful form. Her fingers fumbled with the ties to his hakamas. She found her grasp on the string with shaking hands as the fabric finally pooled at his feet.

His claws had already torn away his horai, her shirt and bra by the time she managed to undress him and with a flick of his wrist, her skirt was cast away as well to join the rest of her apparel.

They did not speak. His eyes met her's and she watched as he hungrily drank in the sight of her bare body with a kind of quiet awe and appreciation before he captured her lips as his hands seized her breasts. His hips ground into her core even harder and Kagome felt she could not breathe at the desire that tore away her inhibitions and left her sprawled at the western lord's mercy. She was more than delighted to find him a merciful lord.

In the blink of an eye, she was sheathed to the hilt. The stillness captured her attention before the pain tore across her senses. Brief and terrible, it momentarily subdued the curse. Kagome held her breath, relieved to find after a few seconds passed the feeling dulled slightly.

Sesshomaru had frozen in place inside her as she realized he was waiting for her signal. Instinctively, her feet pushed off from the stone and his chest rumbled in appreciation as he began to move inside her.

The various sounds he made as he began to rut her in long, smooth strokes had her crying out against him. His chest erupted in a low, rumbling growl as he entered her fully and as his pace began to pick up, so did the volume of his pleasure rise.

She could feel it in the hardening of his manhood as it began to grow thicker inside her. As his pace began to pick up, going deeper and faster, she felt a liquid heat begin to fill her womb and sheath in a surprisingly powerful current. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening as Sesshomaru panted above her, his moans coming out in deep, rough pants. Their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat that sparkled against the sunlight pouring through the cave.

The sensation sent her crashing over the edge. The cry torn from her throat echoed sharply across the cave walls, a cry of immense relief and pleasure. His thrusting slowed to crawl until he was barely breaching her entrance, but the sensation of his seed spurting into her never ceased.

Gradually, as she began to come down from her high, he began to move deeper and deeper inside of her, slowly coaxing her into submitting to another orgasm. All the while, her womanhood was pumped with his seed until her very abdomen felt heavy with it. Still, he brought her up, sent her crashing down and repeated the process again and again.

Her whole body responded to him. Her back arced to help him penetrate her deeper, some unknown, wild instinct deeply rooted to her being pushing her to open to him. Her legs trembled with the force her muscles were using to keep them parted, while an even deeper part of her sex seemed to admit him during her orgasms. Right as she was crashing over the edge, she could feel his manhood sliding into an even deeper crevice within her, swiftly stroking the very spot she had been longing to be touched the moment the curse began. By some instinct of his own, he seemed to know the instant her release hit and she couldn't help crying out as he swiftly dominated that sweet spot with long, deep strokes.

With a loud moan, he pulled out of her and she got the first glimpse of the seed that poured like a fount from his manhood, equivalent to the current of urination in its quantity and stream. His hands on her hips flipped her onto her knees as she felt him enter her from behind. His fingers grasped her pelvis on both sides as he began a rough, intense pace. The sound of his strained panting behind her coupled with the sensation of his generous endowments and the hot seed pouring into her body sent her into a climax so powerful, Kagome felt herself go blind, deaf and dumb in its wake. The resulting constriction around his genitals caused him to snarl as his manhood swelled. He thrust forward as far he could go as his member engorged until he was locked inside her.

Kagome felt the powerful explosion of seed inside her womb long before his shouts of ecstasy confirmed it. Unlike the current before, this was massive, like a facet on full blast, as his manhood had sealed her entrance. There was nowhere for it go but up.

Despite this revelation, her body came again to the sensation, unable to resist.

As their cries faded, Sesshomaru slowly extricated himself from the miko and pulled her to lay across his chest. She sighed contentedly, her mind slipping into unconsciousness in a matter of seconds. His boa wrapped around her form to warm and protect her, while he eyed the cave that had formally been her sanctuary. His hakama was the only article of clothing not torn to shreds around them.

Using his demonic whip, he pulled a log from the entrance to the barrier-free cave onto the smoldering coals of her last fire. It sputtered as the flames began to consume its woody flesh, warming the delicate female in his arms.

He felt the magic of the curse fading even as a twinkle of life began to grow in its place.

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