Tiny Dancer by Caleesci
Tiny Dancer
Hello all this is another entry for Sugar0o's 2nd GM Challenge :) I was feeling kind of smutty. It happens.
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Delicate limbs moved with grace to the rhythm of the music. Her sun-kissed skin glistened in the firelight, giving her an almost ethereal glow. Her long black hair fell to her waist in wavy beauty and as she danced it encircled her form like a dark halo. Her face was half covered by a sheer navy cloth that was decorated by silver pieces that jingled with her movements. Her startling blue eyes were outlined in thick black liner that made her eyes seem all the more striking. Her long, elegant neck was bare of any ornate jewelry, and was complimented by a deep cut navy top. The shirt she wore was tight to her body, pushing the mounds of her breasts upwards so that they nearly overflowed from the top that dared to confine them. The sleeves covered the bend of her shoulders and left the rest of her arms bare. The shirt ended just below her breasts, leaving her entire midriff bare to her audience’s gaze. Adorning her hips were layers upon layers of navy blue sheer cloth that one’s eyes were teased by the glimpse of her shapely legs. Overlaying the skirt was a belt that had silver pieces hanging down on silken threads, leaving them to clang against each other with the dramatic sways of her hips.
Despite the fact that it was her body that was moving so beautifully and so seductively, it was the look in her eyes that left the men in her audience panting heavily. It was not for them, however, that she danced but for the man at the center who sat upon a silken pile of cushions. He was clad in long silver robe that was decorated with patterns of red honeycomb designs. His chest was bare, the robe open as though to entice any who gazed upon his perfection. His legs were clad in silken pants that were loose about his frame. Long silver white hair hung about his body and trailed over the cushions with its impressive length. His skin was a stark contrast to hers, a pale shining color that was marred in places by thick magenta stripes. His face was seemed made of stone, yet his eyes burned with a fire so hot it could rival the flames of hell. All around him sat beautiful women, courtesans who were charged with bringing this man any desire he wished. Some were watching her with an all knowing look, others with jealousy, and even some other’s with ill hidden lust. She paid them no mind, however, for her gaze was locked with the golden eyed man.
Those heat filled golden eyes followed her every move, the predatory look only furthering to heat her blood. It was as if those eyes were caressing her in the most intimate of ways, and her newfound desire only increased the beauty and lure of her dance. She moved closer to him, letting the sway of the music carry her body until she was so tantalizingly close to him that all he needed to do was reach out and touch her. Yet his hands never moved, for he enjoyed her dance too much to see it stop.
For many long minutes she danced to the music and enraptured her audience with her lithe little body. When her body stilled and the music tapered off, many felt as though they had come out of a trance this mynx had so easily placed them under. A flurry of cloth and movement came forward as the next act in the night’s entertainment entered the floor, and the navy clad woman skillfully made her exit. Despite the plethora of dancing woman now performing a most exotic dance, heated golden eyes followed the exiting woman. He motioned with his hand and a servant slipped forward. With a nod he made his exit and allowed his master to return to the show.
Long, dark thick lashes parted to reveal beautiful blue eyes. Her eyes were clouded with unease, fear, and a bit of excitement. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
“Do not do that, you will bruise them, Kagome.” A soft voice scolded. Kagome bowed her head as a handsome dark haired man entered, her master Miroku. He wore a long robe of the deepest purple that was decorated with beautiful gold accents. His violet eyes held gentle fondness. His dark hair was pulled from his face and bound at the nape of his neck. He placed a hand upon her back, guiding her forward.
“You enticed a king, Kagome, you should not fear. You have earned a great honor.” He said to her. He motioned to someone behind him, and they rushed forward to begin their work. Kagome lifted her hands as the woman began to undress her. The navy cloth fell quickly to their fingers. Miroku drank in her form as her clothes were divested. She would please a king tonight, and he felt a pang of envy. He had a sneaking suspicion that after tonight, King Sesshomaru would not be giving her back.
“The pearls.” He said to one of the woman, nodding to the chest at the corner of the room. She bowed and hurried off to fetch his demand. Kagome blushed virginally at his obvious enjoyment of her bare form, yet she did not shy away. She found it pleasing that he seemed so enamored with the appearance of her body.
The woman returned and placed the pearls within Miroku’s hands. He lifted the large assortment of off white pearls over Kagome’s head. The fell about her shoulders and down over her naked chest. Kagome blushed deeper as his fingers grazed the curve of her breast.
“No cloth underneath?” She stammered slightly.
“No.” He said simply, his voice slightly raspy. “When you walk, the pearls will tease him with small glimpses of the tips of your breasts, it will drive him mad with desire, and you as well.” As if to prove his point, he shifted the pearls ever so slightly that they grazed against the sensitive peak of her breast and drew a startled gasp from her throat. Miroku closed his eyes at the sound. The woman before him was a temptress, and she was not even aware of it. Another woman moved forward and brought the second half of the young woman’s attire, a long white skirt decorated with pearls to match the top. The white was sheer, and the long toned legs of the dancer could be seen clearly. Miroku stepped back to witness his handiwork, noticing that her hair bad been left down and her accessories kept at a minimum. She was a vision of beauty, a seductress that could ensnare even the gods.
“You are ready.” He breathed tightly. Kagome bowed once more to her master before allowing the king’s soldiers to lead her towards her fate.
He watched as she entered, his eyes never leaving her form. As she walked, the bounce of her breasts caused the pearls of her top to shift and reveal the lush mounds beneath in a tantalizing display. His lust was breaking at his control. From the moment he had laid eyes upon her, not as she was dancing, but when he had seen her first enter his palace he had been tormented and plagued by thoughts of her. His attraction grew to an obsession when she had danced, the call of her body unlike any of the others. He found himself unable to keep from demanding her. She was a virgin, her untouched scent had only further incased his beast. It mattered not that she was human, and he a demon, he had to have her. He had to feel her writhing beneath him as he conquered the vixen that dared to ensnare him. When she had danced, she had stirred the lust of so many that he had to temper the instincts of his baser self, for it wished to be released so that it could slaughter what it perceived to be competition for the woman’s attentions. It mattered not now, however, for that spicy little vixen was his, and he would claim her body tonight in ways that she would never forget, and none would ever be able to match.
She came to stand before him, her eyes betraying her nerves. The confident dancer was like a doe in his presence, for he was the predator ready to pounce.
“My King.” She said gently as she bowed low before him. His eyes heated at the display of flesh that peaked between the pearls.
“Your name?” He drawled in a husky, warm tones. A flush spread agross her face.
“Kagome, my king.”
“Dance for me.” He said to her, his voice startlingly cold. She felt a bit of hesitation, wondering at the cool aloofness of his words. Quickly, in hopes he missed her brief pause, she began to dance. Though there was no music, she needed none. The sway of the pearls was enough to give her step a beat. Her breasts, free from binds, moved as much as her body, earning a pleased growl from the king. Every sway of her hips, every twirl of her arms, ever sharp step of her feet sent the sweet mounds bouncing, and the pearls would slide away, and return to graze of the quickly pebbling nipples. Sesshomaru had intended to watch her dance for longer, but he had underestimated the surging lust that she would bring. Her outfit was courteously of the lecherous Miroku, and the bastard knew what such a garment would do to a man.
“Stop.” Sesshomaru said in a low hissing voice, his need almost painful. Her steps faltered and her eyes widened. Was he displeased with her dancing? “Come.” He grit out. Slowly she made her way towards him. He sat on a low and wide seat and when she approached she quickly bowed low so that she did not stand over the king. He did not let her bow, however, for he latched onto her arms and yanked her almost roughly to him. She let out a startled yell as her body plummeted towards his. He caught her easily in his lap and shifted her so that she startled him. Without giving her a chance to ponder his actions, or even realize her position, he latched onto the tiny nub that had slipped passed the strands of beads. He groaned as she cried out in surprise and pleasure, her body arching instantly. He suckled her breast harshly, yet the soft gasps and mewls proved she did not mind. Her spicy scent was increasing, her arousal beginning to replace the scent of her nervousness. This pleased him. Deciding to further that beautiful heavy scent, he lifted his other hand and grasped her breast. Using the pearls as a weapon, he trapped her sensitive nipple between two strands and rubbed them together. Her gasps turned to heated moans, and her scent spiked. Her hands wound into the silken strands of his hair, her blunt nails grazing his scalp, as if she feared he would suddenly pull away. He switched his mouth to the other nipple, suckling it as he had the other. Her hips had begun to move, her virginal innocence making his cock throb painfully. He needed relief, or he would lose control.
Pulling away from her beautiful breasts he pulled her down for a harsh kiss. She responded, albeit somewhat shyly, with her own passion. His fangs grazed her lips, and the sweetest metallic taste fell upon his tongue. He groaned.
Kagome pulled away, for though a virgin she was, her master was taught in art of sexual pleasure, and had told her of the ways to please a man. She let her instincts guide her, her passions lead her. She pulled away, her heated gaze upon his. She had felt the sting on her lip and knew that his fangs had pierced it, yet it only excited her. She stood before him, her hands coming to the clasp upon her hip. She pulled the clasp away, and the pearl crusted white cloth fell away. He took in her revealed form, her wide hips and shapely legs. His gaze lingered on the dark curls that hide he womanhood, and he was overwhelmed by a need to taste her. Her movement distracted those thoughts as she lifted her pearl top and dropped it to the ground, her body completely bare before him. She knelt to the ground, settling herself between his legs. The knowledge of what was to come nearly made him groan. His lips curled upwards into a snarl, his fangs glistening dangerously.
“Please your King.” He hissed out hotly, and she felt shivers down her spine. Her small hands reached up to untie the belt of his robe. Even now, the impressive bulge in the fabric was enough to make the heat in her belly grow hotter. As she moved the silken robe aside, she gasped when his member was revealed, for her king had worn nothing beneath his robe. Her small hand reached out to grasp his thick flesh. At her shy touch, Sesshomaru bared his fangs at her, his lust reaching new heights. Her little pink tongue darted out to claim the rigid flesh, and all was lost. His hands gripped to her hair, his head thrown back in ecstasy. His cock buried into her mouth, and she took as much of him in as she could. Suckling like he had done to her breast, she slurped at his member. The sweet sounds she made as she worked over him burned his body like an inferno. What was it about this woman that turned his iron control to mere clay to crumble at the tiniest pressure? Perhaps it was her tongue that stroked along the flesh that was buried within the heat of her mouth? Or perhaps it was the supple flesh of her breasts that he could see bouncing due to the ferocity of her attentions? Or perhaps it was the eyes that were locked onto his, drinking in his pleasure as though her thirst unquenchable?
His eyes widened as she grasped his sack in her hand tentatively, and he growled appreciatively to urge her own. With more confidence, she pulled and massaged his sack with her hand as she slide his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth. His hands were gripping her hair, guiding her head almost harshly down to take more of him in. Her eyes began to tear slightly, yet she continued on trying not to gag. He was so thick and long that she had to bring up her free hand to grasp the base and pump in time with her mouth. He snarled harshly as his eyes began to bleed red. His control was hanging precariously by a thread.
His hips began to jerk almost harshly as his beast threatened to surface. His quick, jagged movements caused her teeth to slide against the tender flesh of his member, and with a half whine, half snarl, Sesshomaru’s control snapped. His movements grew harsh, his cock slipping between her parted lips with such ferocity that he grazed her teeth, sending him snarling frenzy, the mix between intense pleasure and sharp pain too much for him to take. Her eyes were tearing, yet his obvious lust was so infectious that she felt her own heat burning to new levels. He suddenly pulled himself completely from her hot mouth and grinned as she whimpered wantonly. He stalked around her, his crimson gaze burning through her. The proud flesh of his cock, tinged red from her teeth, was thick with need. He suddenly pounced, catching her by surprise. Her body fell forward, her breasts pressed against the cold marble floor. She heard his growling in her ear, and felt his breath upon her neck.
“Do you wish for your king to pleasure you, little mynx?” Kagome moaned at his words, feeling his body settle over hers. “Beg for it, bitch.” He whispered. Kagome was panting, his rough treatment, followed by the hangs that had traveled beneath her torso to pinch at her nipples were causing her head to spin.
“Pl…please! I need… I want… make me… yours… my king!” Her words sparkled a feral and possessive snarl, and she felt a sharp consuming feeling as he entered her. Her eyes widened and a sharp cry of pain fell from his lips. A slow rumbling and nibbling at her neck attempted to soothe her, but his motions did not pause for long. Slowly, as though it pained him to do so, he began to move. She was so tight, almost too tight for his massive member. She was squeezing him in ways that sent him spiraling into realms of pleasure he had not reached before. Her small lithe body was trapped beneath him, his thick member gorged within her warm and tight cavern. It was a victory, he had claimed his prize, captured the vixen that ensnared so many. She was his, and he would have her. He would take her and make her scream until her voice faltered. He would make her cum until her world spun.
His tempo began to pick up, and Kagome winced at the pain, yet the friction was delightful. His hand still pinched and twirled her nipple. His other hand came around her middle, lifting her up.
“No!” She cried as the new angle let him slip deeper within her. “Please… I… no! I can’t…” Her words came in gasps, her eyes screwed shut. Her lips fell open as she breathed a moan.
“You can’t what, my little minx?” The words were not spoken, but growled. His crimson gaze was filled with a possessive heat. Her soft pants and lust filled moans fed his beast’s desire in ways Sesshomaru had never felt. His beast had never been so actively engaged in any rut he had partaken in before.
“Please, I don’t… I can’t take it… It is too much… I feel …” He could feel the clenching of her muscles, the increase of her sweet nectar and he knew she was near her peak. He was going to be the first to bring this tiny dancer to climax, and that thought alone drove him onwards. He pushed himself more firmly over her, so that her body was firmly pressed against the ground. His fangs grazed to flesh of her neck, his harsh growls sounding in her ears. His entire body was pressed against her back, his thick cock slipping into her tight sheath. In this position, her tightness was unlike anything he had ever had before.
“My… my… “ She moaned loudly, wantonly.
“Scream this Sesshomaru’s name my bitch.” His own peak was growing closer at her strong muscles clamped down upon his engorged member. His heated words against her ear, his hot breath against her neck they were too much for her to bear.
“Oh yes! Oh my… please… Sesshomaru!” Her voice was raspy as she screamed his name, his own throat matching with a harsh roar as she came. He slipped within her harder, her body beginning to milk him of his seed. Her unbearable tight cavern forced him into an orgasm that was near painful. The two spiraled into the abyss of pleasure, their voices harsh and ragged.
He felt her body relax beneath him, her breathing labored and heavy. He eased himself upwards so as not to crush her tiny form. He rest his forehead against her sweat lined back and listened to the erratic beat of her heart. Her body shifted ever so slightly underneath him, and with a hiss he felt his lust surge once more. Yanking her backwards, he pulled her so that she sat upon his thighs, his cock still engorged within her. She cried out at his harshness, yet it was not a cry of fear or pain, but excitement. His arms came about her body, a hand reaching up to grasp her breast while the other held her around her middle.
“This Sesshomaru is not done with you, tiny dancer.”
She was spent, exhausted, and asleep. He felt the corners of his lip twitch upwards in a small smirk. She was curled against his skin, her breath fanning against his chest. Under normal circumstances he would have left her where she laid upon the cushions and retired to his quarters to leave the servants to care for them. However, the thought of another seeing the aftermath of their rut left a sour taste upon his mouth. Instead, he had picked her up and curled her into his arms and made his way towards his quarters. As he slipped her body beneath the silken sheets of his bad and climbed in beside her, he realized one very astounding thing. For the first time in his many long years, his beast were in agreement with one thing. And that one thing was that this little slip of a woman, this tiny dancer, was his. With a possessive growl he pulled her closer. Yes, this little dancer, this Kagome, was his.
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Love,
Caleesci