Trinity by Caleesci

Chapter 1

This is dedicated to a very special person.

Hello all! I hope you enjoy! As always I love to hear feedback from you guys! MUCH LOVE!

PS... this is naughty *wink*

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                Three small, crystal spheres glimmered in the dim light, illuminating a pale, handsome face with gilded eyes. He held the spheres within his hand and they twisted and glided in circles at the whim of his long fingers. His golden eyes flickered like flames as the crystals danced, making his appearance all the more striking. The silken strands of his hair fell about his black clothed form, a stark difference as the locks were an almost iridescent silvery white. A movement behind his stone throne alerted him to the presence of another.

"She is ready, my King, don't you think?" The second man's voice was deep and crisp, yet seemed to slither through the air like a reptile. The first man, the silver haired specimen, only arched a brow at his new companion, yet did not reply right away.

"Unless you wish to wait?" The second man urged on, his own form stepping into the light that was streaming from the rotating crystal spheres. His skin was darker, as though the sun itself has blessed him with its favor. His dark strands were the color of night, the blue hint not quite so black. It was long and fell in thickened strands down his back. His eyes were a stark contrast to the silvery haired man's for the narrowed orbs were liquid silver.

"You are eager." The silver haired man stated, his voice seemingly impassive. The second man lifted his gaze from the crystals to the man that held them.

"As if you are not." It was a snide comment, one that brought the slightest trace of a smirk to the silver haired man's lips.

"Indeed, but she is not yet ready." He said. He lifted his free hand and elegantly removed one of the rotating crystals without skewing the pace of the others. The crystal glimmered and brightened, the image shifting within. "But I shall prepare her." His voice grew dark and laced with desire. He lifted the crystal, and opened his palm. The sphere lifted into the air, as though it were as light as a bubble. Slowly, an image began to appear, yet it moved so swiftly any who caught a glimpse would not be able to see its hidden path.

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Enchanting blue eyes gazed out the frost coated window, excitement sparkling within them. She watched with rapt attention as the heavens opened and soft balls of white drifted on the wind. The snow danced through the sky to a music completely their own, and Kagome could not help but be drawn in. Winter had begun. It was her favorite season for it was when hope was lifted in the hearts of people, and the dancing snow made you feel as though all your thoughts and dreams would come true if you just believed. She sighed wistfully. If only her dreams would come true.

Having her fill of snow gazing, she stood from her spot on the window sill and climbed into her warm bed. She snuggled down into the blankets, and found her eyes drawn once again to her bedside window. The twisting flakes of snow soon lulled her into a deep and peaceful sleep. She never noticed that one snow flake was not a snow flake at all, but a small crystal sphere that was steadily getting closer. Its magic to great to be slowed by walls, it slipped within her room and began its magical duty. Kagome's dreams to a turn to the unusual.

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She was stood in a clearing, the woods around her casting eerie shadows. The moon hung high within the sky, it's beautiful light streaming down upon her as though she were on a stage. She wore a cloak of white, rimmed with fur. It covered the entire expanse of her body, and she suddenly felt as if she were part of the snow, its form incarnated in human.

Kagome twisted and turned, trying to peer into the shadows that lined the clearing. Where was she? A shifting of feet upon snow drew her attention, and her eyes locked with a heated gold. A soft gasp escaped past her ruby lips, her eyes widening ever so slightly. Before her stood a vision of beauty. He was tall, far taller than anyone she could remember encountering. His eyes were a molten gold, and filled with a searing heat the spread through her like a wildfire. His skin was so pale, it almost seemed to blend with the white snow falling about them. He wore a ruffled black poets shirt that dipped in a V down the front, exposing the pale skin of his chiseled chest to her eager gaze. His legs were clothed with black breeches and calf high leather boots. Draped over his shoulders was a heavy black cape that fell to the ground around his lithe body. A strong breeze picked up and she gasped once more as the wind picked up his long silvery hair that reached his thighs. It danced with the snow, a duet of beauty in the winter's song.

"Who... who are you?" An almost feral smirk curled upwards, and Kagome felt the beginnings of fear begin to surface.

"You know very well who I am." He said as he began to take steps towards her. He began to move in an agonizingly slow circle, like a predator circling his prey. Kagome felt her fear rise, yet she could not deny the excitement that was coursing through her body. There was something, erotic in his gaze that lit her blood afire.

"I assure you, I do not." She countered, attempting to keep still as he circled her.

"Think." His whisper seemed as though it was spoken in her ear, and when she whirled to meet him, she let out a soft cry of surprise. Standing before her, but a breath away was not the same man. This one was different, darker, something almost out of a thriller. His silver eyes seemed to swirl with the beautiful pigmentation, yet there was that same predatory look as the other inhumanly beautiful man. He was dressed in a similar fashion as the other man, yet this man wore a Floor length, button black coat with wide lapels, and a ruffled ascot. His legs were adorned with black breeches and similar black boots. This man also wore a cape, yet it was thrown back over his shoulders and left to whirl behind him in the wind. This man's hair, unlike the other man's, was dark and thick, too heavy for the wind to lift.

"Where did you..." He backed away slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Look! I think I would rememb..." Her words were cut off as she was grabbed from behind, long limbs wrapping around her torso from behind. She felt hot breath on her neck as he spoke.

"Then let us remind you, Kagome." The silver haired man whispered hotly against her, his lips grazing the tender flesh of her neck. One arm was wrapped about her waist just under her chest while the other cradled her head to give him access to the long slender throat.

The world sudden whirled about her, and she closed her eyes to stop the dizzying sensation that swept over her. When the movement suddenly ceased, Kagome opened her eyes. She noticed that the arms holding her were suddenly gone, and she was standing on her own in a beautiful antique room. The crackle from the fireplace cast a beautiful glow across the space. She shimmering reflection caught her attention, and she noticed that she no longer wore her wintery white cloak, but instead stood in a shimmering gown of silver and navy. The top pressed against her breasts, the pleated silk only drawing the gaze to the tantalizing flesh. The waist was cinched by a velveteen navy material embroidered with silver thread. It clung over her hips before flowing out with silvery silk about her legs. Her shoulders were bare and the sleeves hung low over her hands to trail against the skirt of her dress.

"Tempting..." In the reflection of the mirror, she saw the silver haired man came up behind her. He pulled her against his frame, his lips once again dipping to the curve of her throat. Kagome's breath hitched at the sensation.

"What are you... doing?" She murmured out.

"Reminding you." The second voice came as suddenly as it had before, and she felt his lips graze her shoulder on the opposite side of the other.

"Who are you?" Her resolve was weakening. I mean, it was a dream. Why should she be as prude in her dreams as she was in life? A hand traced across the flat pane of her stomach and her heart fluttered.

"I am Josuke, the loyal servant of His Majesty, Lord Sesshomaru." The dark haired man said. Kagome gave a soft cry as her hair was pulled back, and her throat was bared. A feral growl sent shivers down her spine.

"And I am Sesshomaru." Kagome felt the heat within her burn hotter as teeth grazed across the sensitive flesh of her neck. The hand upon her stomach lifted to cup her breast through the fabric of her gown, and Kagome could not contain the quiet, shocked gasp. She felt the dark haired man, whom had identified himself as Josuke, move and before she could even stop him, he had pulled the top of her dress down to expose one breast. His mouth latched on instantly to his prize, drawing a loud breathy moan from the beautiful woman.

Kagome was a torrid of emotions. The dream was feeling more real by the moment for the sensations rocking her body were unlike anything she had felt before. The tongue and teeth grazing her neck, coupled with the hand that had now slipped beneath the top of her dress to grasp the unoccupied breast was threatening to send her into overload.

"Please... stop..." It was a pathetic plea, and even Kagome winced at how lack luster it was. For the truth was, this excitement was something new, something dangerous and seemingly forbidden. These two, utterly inhuman males, were feasting upon her body.

"I have waited long for you, my precious miko." Sesshomaru nearly growled against the flesh of her neck. The sight of her bare breasts was burning his desire hotter and hotter, and he knew he needed more than what she was offering at the moment. His companion seemed to agree, for even from his position at her neck he could see the claws flexing, itching to shred the cloth that housed the temple of her body. Sesshomaru gave a low snarl, and Josuke quickly acquiesced his master's bidding. He pulled away from the tempting breast, though not without a quick nip at the tip of the puckered nipple earning a whimper from the vixen. Her clouded eyes seemed unsure and confused. Sesshomaru spun her within his arms, pulling her flush against him. His heated golden eyes latched with her wide blue. He pressed his lips against hers in a searing kiss.

In this kiss was more than just passion, and it filled Kagome with strange emotions. It was a kiss of possession, as though he were trying to show the world that she was his. His tongue caressed hers, his taste as exotic as his appearance. Her hands lifted to his hair, her eager fingers digging into the silken strands with wild abandon. She felt a spike of energy, and her hair was harshly tugged upon once more. Her eyes flew open, and her lips fell open. Crimson eyes stared down at her with a possessive, heat-filled gaze.

"Mine." Sesshomaru snarled before His claws lifted and shred the gown from her body.

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Kagome's body flew upwards, her hand clutching the blankets to her heaving chest. Her breath was coming in quick gasps, and sweat tickled her skin. She frantically looked about the room as if afraid the two men would suddenly be there, watching her. A shiver ran up her spine, and a heat surged between her legs. Would she truly mind? She sighed and collapsed against her bed. It was too hot in this room, despite the blizzard raging outside. She shed her clothes quickly and scurried beneath the blankets once again. Despite her best efforts, her dream stayed at the forfront of her thoughts, thus leaving her body in a heated state.

True, the creatures had not been human, but they had been incredibly sexy in an exotic, bestial sort of way. The knowledge that the teeth that had grazed across her neck had actually been fangs made her body shiver in delight. The way their claws had traced over her body, leaving thin scratches in their wake had been driving her crazy. Then, the way his claws had sliced through her clothes as though it were flimsy paper had been the single most electrifying moment.

A low moan escaped past her lips at the memory. As though acting on another's whim, her hand slowly trailed down her chest through the valley of her breasts and across the expanse of her stomach. It trailed even lower where her legs eagerly parted to give access to the treasure they hid between them. A sharp, breathy gasp sounded as her questing fingers pressed against the sensitive flesh of her clit. Her fingers pressed almost urgently against the small nub, and with quick circular motions she tried to ease the burning desire within her.

Her lids closed over blue eyes, leaving her mind to supply the images she desired. Her dream was replayed in her mind like a movie. Her free hand came to cup one of her breasts and she gave it a gentle squeez. No, that was not right. They were not gentle. She squeezed it almost painfully and the moisture between her legs doubled.

"Oh yes!" She cried out to her imaginary lovers, and her fingers grew faster. They dipped low to enter her with almost brutal speed. Her cry was lost amongst the howling winds of the blizzard outside.

She was lost to her own world of pleasure, nothing existing but the pumping of her fingers within her and the rough pinching of her fingers against her sensitive nipple. Her breathing was labored and heavy. It was not until her hand was roughly grabbed that her eyes flew open and her body stiffened in fear. A rough tongue suddenly grazed her womanhood, and Kagome was lost to the world.

When her eyes opened, she was no longer in her own bed in her own room, but in the same antique room as before atop a bed of silk. She made to move, yet her hands were bound. She looked up, and found black silk sashes tied around her hands, and then tied against the posts of the bed. She looked down upon her body, her breath catching. She was not alone.

She screamed in sudden fear, two silver eyes staring at her from beneath the silken sheets. He lay between her legs, his face hovering over her exposed womanhood. Her scream was cut short as lips pressed against hers, and Sesshomaru drank in her scream through their kiss. Fear, confusion, and excitement coursed through her. She attempted to pull away, yet the sensation of Josuke's mouth descending upon her most intimate area suddenly through her body into heaven. She threw her head back, moaning and gasping as his tongue flicked against her clit quickly and harshly.

"Thats it my pet," Sesshomaru whispered against her skin. "Do you like his tongue?" Kagome could not answer, for that man's tongue was simply a gift from the gods. Her body was thrashing, and she was unsure if it was begging for him to lick deeper or what. All she knew was that if he kept doing that, she may die from a sensory overload. That, coupled with the sensual whispers of this man, this Sesshomaru, was something her body found entirely too enticing.

"Feel his tongue slipping within you..." The growl was like an announcement, and as soon as he uttered the words Josuke's tongue slipped within her. Kagome began to beg, to plead, though she was not sure what for.

"Please... oh yes... please stop! I can't... I need it... please harder!" Her soft pleas were like music, and urged the men to join her. Josuke seemed to hiss in appreciation. Her nude body was pressed against his, and he felt his thick erection throbbing between his legs. He reached down with one hand and grasped it roughly. He pumped his hand in time with his tongue's strokes.

"If you can talk, then you can service me." Sesshomaru straddled across her chest and grasped her hair. She looked up at him with hazy eyes, and instantly she understood. At one particularly magnificent stroke of Josuke's powerful muscle, Kagome's mouth fell open and was instantly invaded by Sesshomaru's thickness. He snarled at the contact, the warmth of her mouth a drug he was all too happy to indulge in. He looked down at her, her lips stretched wide against his girth, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed. The sight was so utterly erotic that he nearly lost control. He pushed his cock into her mouth, watching as it disappeared within her, only to slip back out. It was a slow pace but his desire was quickly mounting and his movements began to pick up. He could feel the vibrations of her moans against his member and he growled in pleasure. It felt so good to be within her once more.

Sesshomaru leaned over and placed his hands upon the headboard. With his hips at an angle it was easier to slide into her mouth. With a mounting pace he began to fuck her mouth, nearly whining in heated pleasure as her teeth grazed his flesh ever so slightly.

Her tongue lapped against the hard flesh. Her body demanded that she please them, that she give them what they so badly craved. Her muffled moans made her throat vibrate against him, something he seemed to greatly enjoy. His eyes were locked on hers with a fierce look that made her burn. The man above her, decorated with magenta stripes, was the epitome of predatory. His deadly claws were gouging into the walls, his fangs could be seen when he occasionally nipped at her, and his growls and snarls seemed vicious and dangerous.

And then there was the man she could not see, but only feel. His tongue and fingers were doing things to her that she had never experienced before, and it was quickly building the point of no return. And then he grazed his fangs against her clit. With a sputtering of muffled cries, Kagome's body lurched upwards. The motion slid Sesshomaru's dick to the back of her throat and he snarled in pleasure at the increased pressure .

Kagome's orgasm tore through her like a hurricane, her muscles clenched so tight around Josuke's tongue and fingers he was surprised it did not cut of circulation. He knew from the snarling from his master that he too had found release with his little miko. He pulled away, his own throbbing member feeling sorely ignored. Sesshomaru slipped his still engorged member from the woman's mouth, his eyes tinged a slight red. He stared down at the woman still bound, the remnants of his seed spilling down her chin from what she could not swallow.

"You are not done, my pet." He said in a low, husky voice. "You will repay Josuke for his attentions while I take you, do you like that?" The teasing whisper fueled her fire, and she suddenly craved their approval, his approval.

"Yes, my king." The whisper was quiet but enough to drive the fire to Sesshomaru's loins once more. With a harsh grunt, he pulled her upwards toward him. Josuke immediately took her spot, for he knew his master's desire. He lay back against the silken sheets, his rigid member standing  tall and proud. Sesshomaru flipped Kagome over where she fell against Josuke's lap. As if by instinct her hands reached up to grasp the tip. Josuke's eyes widened ever so slightly as her lips descended almost instantly upon him.

"Oh god... She remembers... ugh..." He grunted as her tiny mouth suckled at his cock, her hands pumping the base. Her eyes were still hazy from her orgasm, and her hair askew from Sesshomaru's constant tugging. Josuke found her undeniably sexy. The sight of her bobbing her head over his dick was always one of his favorite. The sweet suckling noises were music to his ears and he leaned his head back and hissed as she worked her tongue over the sensitive part under the head of his cock. Her small hands grasped at his sack, and Josuke was lost the world of sensations this woman brought.

Her ass in the air as she bent of Josuke and serviced him was a sight he sorely missed. Though she was his and no one elses, her desire to please any to please him had always brought his lust to new heights. Sesshomaru looked down at her ass, the presentation of her slick folds to tempting to resist. He knew he should go slow, for she was not accustomed to his girth, he could not. With a jarring thrust he embedded himself within her. Josuke looked up at the sight, his master roaring in completion and his mistress with her head thrown back and her mouth agape in a silent scream. As Sesshomaru began to thrust, the impact so harsh it jarred her body, her head dipped down and recaptured his length. This time, however, her suckling was demanding. It was as though she was showing to him how good it felt to be ravaged from behind by their master. He groaned in bliss at her harsh suckles and firm caresses.

Sesshomaru knelt over her, his hands grasping her hips roughly as he impaled himself within her. Her body was so tight, so hot he swear he could feel every inch of her. Her muscles clenched at his cock as though begging to keep it within its sheath. He was more than happy to oblige. He knew she liked this best, one cock within her core and the other slipping through her mouth. This is what she loved so much. She needed it, and he would never deny her anything.

"Feel that, miko? Feel that demon flesh within both your delicious caverns. They belong to us, to me! You are mine! Mine!" The feral snarl was the snapping of his control, and Josuke watched in slight fear as his Master let go of his rationality. His master needed to be careful, for she was not yet ready!

Sesshomaru, however, needed her now. He needed this, he needed her to awaken. His member began to pump within her at furious speeds, his hands reaching around to pinch her clit. He was getting closer, and so was she. Josuke knew that their time grew short for his own balls began to tighten almost painfully. He needed to wait, he could not go early! He reached out and roughly grasped her bouncing breast and he knew she was lost. Her body stiffened, her head released him as she threw her head back to scream out in completion. Josuke let go of his control and his seed sprayed across her breasts, coating the beautiful globes in white. Sesshomaru had his own head back, his claws embedded into the flesh at her hip. His roar was possessive and harsh, letting all know his master conquered his miko this night.

Kagome collapsed against the bed, her breath so labored she feared she was not getting enough oxygen. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and found nothing. She bolted up, her heart pounding. She was in her own bed, in her own room. Her hand was covered in the evidence of her pleasure. She flopped back against the bed, confused.

"That..." She began in a hoarse voice, "Was one hell of a dream." After a moment of regaining her breath, she threw the covers off her form and made her way to the bathroom to clean up.

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He watched her with a triumphant smirk. His body was still nude and bore the evidence of their passion. Within his hand, he held the two remaining crystal spheres.

"Two left, little miko. And then you will belong to me." Sesshomaru whispered darkly. "And then your dreams," He sneered the word she had used, for it was no dream. "will become reality."

Soon, soon enough she will be ready. And then nothing would stand in the way of their destiny. The three would be united once more, and the trinity would be complete.

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Love,

Caleesci