Giving Back by sarhea

A Public Claiming

Summary: Kagome finds being subject to a public claiming is no different to being taken in private. Nothing and no one else matters, just Sesshoumaru.

Warnings: kink/lime/lemons ahead. If BDSM, exhibition, pain fetishes, sex toys, kinks, etc makes you queasy skip. Pregnancy.

AN: Sugar0o dear, you’re getting another contribution to r0o’s 3rd GM Challenge 2011

Edited: Jan 8, 2012

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~ooO A Public Claiming Ooo~

She swayed and fell to her knees and sat down hard when he moved away. The spandex shorts and her panties were damp from her fluids, the material abrasive against her sensitive clit. She watched as he strode around the inside perimeter of the Circle infusing it with his own power, setting up a warding circle to keep out attackers while he claimed her. When he was done the circle glowed acid green and fiery red with his jyaki. Kagome was certain anyone daring to step over it would be disintegrated, similar to victims of Dokkatsu or Bakusaiga. Then he turned to face her with blood red eyes. He was standing before her an instant later. One clawed hand twisted in her hair, dragging her up from her sitting position, to her knees so her face was level with his groin. She knew what he wanted.

She reached out with trembling hands to loosen the obi and knots, tugging the material enough for her to reach inside his hakamas and wrap her fingers around his cock. It was as a deep purpling pink, about as long as her forearm, turgid and curving up towards his belly, too thick for the fingers of one hand to span. She leaned forward and enveloped the mushroomed head in her mouth and sucked, engulfing a few inches of cock. He involuntarily jerked forward, hitting the back of her mouth before pulling back. Fingers still twisted in her hair gave her an apologetic caress. She didn’t mind. She rolled her tongue around the sensitive head, into the slit tasting the pre-cum. A fresh surge of fluid leaked from her hole. He growled warningly. Obediently she ran her tongue over the veined underside before carefully relaxing her jaw and moving forward to take more of him in. When his head hit the back of her throat she shifted angles and took more of him into her throat. More and more until there were only a few inches of him exposed to air.

It was an ultimate sign of trust on both partners part. She could easily cause damage or kill by biting or purifying his cock. He could accidentally break her neck by moving too strongly, or suffocate her if he came and locked inside her. The possibility, knowing she was vulnerable to his strength and violent passions always increased her arousal. Kagome had never really thought about it but she definitely had a pain and violence fetish. She wasn’t sure if it was something she always had or developed in reaction to Sesshoumaru.

He hissed when she swallowed, the muscles of her throat working him like her cunt. He growled when she moaned in reaction. Both hands were twisted in her hair now, holding her head as he gently thrust into her face. She braced her hands on his hips for balance, her knees spread apart and touching his booted feet. She closed her eyes and allowed him to take her mouth, to dominate the act. Her pleasure came from his pleasure.

And then he was coming. She felt the first dribbles of fluid down her throat. He pulled back, semen spurting from the tip. She closed her eyes and waited for him to finish. Getting hit in the eye was not something she wanted to experience. The thick fluid was in her mouth, coating her lips, dripping over her chin. There was more fluid hitting her throat and the tops of her breasts now. She could not resist opening her eyes and watch as he groaned and jerked in front of her, as thick creamy fluid arched from the tip of his cock towards her.

By the time he was finished her shoulders and breasts were coated in his cum. Absently she scooped up a bit with one finger and licked it. The thick sticky fluid was strong, musky, almost spicy, but not unpleasant to taste or smell as she had heard. One night in the mountains he deliberately came on her several times, to coat her torso, back and ass in his fluids, to mark her with his scent. She had not minded his insistence on scent marking her -on a smaller scale- every time she had a bath.

There was a claw-tipped cum coated finger in front of her now. She looked up through heavy lashes. He was kneeling before her now. She leaned forward to clean his finger of his fluids. Then she watched as he ran the finger over her skin, gathering the sticky fluid for her to eat. He repeated the process several times removing about half of the fluids. Then he massaged what was rest into her skin, dipping into the gaping neckline to give the sides and under side of her breasts the same treatment. She groaned as her nipples grew harder in reaction. She was about to ready to orgasm now. Her clit was so hard even the slightest motion rubbed it against her panties. The look in his eyes told her he knew exactly how worked up she was. Irked, she did not bother trying to restrain her climax, sitting back on her heels panting. She did not fight as he reached under the hemline with rough hands, clawing at her waist and pulling the stretchy material apart. Then his claws were cutting the silky material covering her crotch, fingers up inside her, stroking a spot that only he knew. And she came falling forward into his arms, whimpering from the intensity of the experience.

He did not let up, driving her into a third then fourth orgasm. Her hands on his shoulders were the only things keeping her upright. If her fingers relaxed she would fall onto her back, thighs parted for him. Then her hole was clenching on nothing. His fingers were not there. Her muscles were quivering and she knew he was not done with her. She was right.

He sat back on his heels, moving back. Without his support she fell forward, just catching herself on her hands. Then he was standing and walking around her. She heard the distinctive whisper of silk and glimpsed a pile of material through the corner of her eye. His clothes. He was kneeling behind her now, thrusting her knees apart so they were almost lined up with her hands. It bared her wet quivering lower lips to his eyes. She could almost feel his eyes on her, running down the length of her back, over her ass, zooming in on the wet slit below. She looked over her shoulder and almost came at the sight of jagged maroon markings and wide red eyes. Quickly she looked away, lowering herself onto her crossed forearms, her ass in the air, core exposed in invitation. One he took without qualm.

He was driving himself into her -deep, hard, fast- forcing delicate tissue to stretch almost impossibly around his thickness. It was always a shock, the first time he breached her after a few days apart; her channel was almost too tight for his cock, requiring him to deliberately work every inch of him into her, to re-teach her body who owned it. It pleased him; that her body fought him just as she did before eventually submitting to his will. She groaned as he pushed hard enough to hit the very end of her, his groin pressed against her ass. She felt like a bird being spitted on a post -a very thick fencepost- filled, owned, controlled, dominated. It was impossible to deny his complete possession of her. She could not pull away from him in this position. Then he was moving, driving his cock in and out of her like a jackhammer, stimulating the delicate tissue. His balls slapped against her clit every time he hit the end of her. The only thing she could do was take it. So she did.

She came three more times in quick succession, screaming her pleasure and sobbing his name like a prayer to the kamis. She did not bother trying to control herself. Why should she hide how much she wanted him? Then she realized it might have been wiser to try and delay her orgasms. She was sore and exhausted, her emotions, mind and body all wrung out from the sensations. She was going to pass out if he kept this up.

“Please…”

He must have recognized a difference in her voice because he shifted, leaning forward over her back. His hair pooled on the ground in front of her eyes, a silky caress where it touched her skin. His flesh was hard and slick with sweat where he pressed against her skin.

“You are mine,” he murmured darkly in her ear, “My perfect little bitch.”

“Yours,” she responded without hesitation, “Only yours.”

She hissed but did not move when he bit her left shoulder near the neck, forcing jyaki into her through the wounds, infusing her with a small amount of his poison. There was a chance it would make her sick but she had survived a much bigger dose of his Dokkatsu when she was younger. She waited, absorbing his power, examining its nuances, waiting for the right moment to act.

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He was surprised when her aura surged out to fight him. It hadn’t all the other times he had taken her. Surprised but not too concerned, he set about forcing it into submission, just like he would with a youkai-onna. It was odd, how it surged and twisted around his power, retreating then coming forward, like vines and waves. Then he realized what was happening… her aura was merging with his! His clever mate had figured out how to create the mating bond on her end without jyaki. Her reiki was strong enough to not burn out under the pressure of his jyaki, strong enough to anchor a bond. Pleased, he matched her actions, weaving his own fiery red energy and self throughout her pink aura, into the marks and her flesh, marking her from within with his power. Now her lifeline was tied to his, she would never die and leave him.

He forced himself into her, harder, deeper. He wanted her to come. He wanted to mark her from within with his seed. He wished she was fertile. He wanted to pup her, to see her swell with their little one, to see her cradle the tiny new life, the union of their beings. But she was not fertile right now. The reality irked him. He wanted her to be fertile. He wanted her to conceive from this mating claim.

Ancient instincts made him push out at her with his body and power. She pushed back with her own power. The two duelling energies swirled around them, with each other, together yet separate. There were small sparks when they touched and clashed. It reminded him of their first meeting and stormy beginning. He thrust particularly hard and was not surprised to feel her muscles beginning to spasm around him. Then it happened. She screamed and came hard. Her power surged wildly enough to crash hard against his.

Red eyes widened in shock. Smooth maroon stripes turned jagged as another energy came into play. Something fresh and brand new. Something young and innocent. He growled altogether pleased, possessive and protective. He pressed harder with both his aura and body, forcing her to surrender completely to his demands. She cried out and sagged underneath him, passing out from the pressure and sensory overload. He howled as he knotted within her, filling her with his fluids. He grinned savagely. Her body was not fertile but it did not matter and the beast was pleased. She would carry his pups soon enough.

He licked the new bleeding wounds, shifting his little mate onto her side and closer, thrusting a knee between her legs to ease the strain on her spine. He knew the exact moment she regained consciousness and saw what he saw: four hens-egg-sized orbs of glowing gold light flitting around in front of them. She could almost hear the childish innocent giggles from the floating orbs. She involuntarily reached out to them. The smallest one darted close enough to brush her fingers before barrelling into her torso. The other three followed in quick succession.

“What was that?” she gasped, her voice was hoarse and raspy.

“Those are our pups,” he told her proudly.

She stiffened and twisted around enough to meet his eyes. “What do you mean?” Her confusion was clear in her expression and tone.

“Tell me little bitch, have you ever wondered what exactly makes one a hanyou?”

She glared at him. “A hanyou has a human parent,” she bit out sharply. He smiled tenderly at her. She stared wide-eyed at the unexpected reaction. “Is there another reason?” she asked hesitantly.

“Theoretically a hanyou could be born to youkai parents too weak to spark a youkai spirit.”

“What do you mean?”

“Youkai are creatures of energy and spirit. We are of the land and able to shift forms depending on the strength of our spirit. True youkai are sparked into existence by the merging and clashing of two strong auras, the new spirits are nurtured and fed by their parents aura and energy. When they are strong enough they will enter the bodies conceived in the fashion you are familiar with. Depending on the strength of the dam and sire, the pups are carried four to six months before being whelped.”

He could see the understanding in her eyes. “And hanyous are different?”

“Hanyous are conceived physically, like ningen. They gain youkai traits by feeding on the left over aura and energy from their parents mating. In the case of a youkai-ningen coupling the youkai traits are stronger if the youkai parent remains close by to ‘feed’ the pup.”

Her eyes widened in shock and comprehension. “Those orbs of light…?”

“The spirits of our pups,” he confirmed.

She burst into tears. “Am I pregnant?” she wanted to know.

He kissed her. “Not yet,” he murmured against her lips. “But you will be.”

“Our children…? Pups?”

“Will almost certainly be youkai. Perhaps with reiki,” he allowed, “because part of their spark came from you,” he explained.

She nodded and lowered her head, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

“Sesshoumaru…?” He grunted. “There were four sparks. Will I have four babies at once?”

“I am not certain,” he admitted. “An inu-youkai bitch would but I do not know if you would.”

“What would happen to the other sparks then?” she demanded to know. “They’ll be safe right?”

“They will,” he assured her. “But it will be wiser if you conceive as quickly as possible. Unborn souls are vulnerable when they don’t have a body.”

She murmured something indistinct and thoughtful. Her relaxed state telling him she was thinking of something else. Piqued, but curious to know what had her distracted, he thrust against her, his cock rubbing against a particular spot inside. She gasped and pushed back.

She turned her head and smiled apologetically. “I was just thinking. There are certain medicines that would make me ovulate, to release more eggs. My usual doctor would never prescribe them since I’m too young and don’t have a case history of fertility problems.”

He purred and kissed the side of her neck. “Do not think of that. Bearing multiple young is stressful for ningens and I do not want you to endanger yourself. You will stay in seclusion or my presence until you have conceived and birthed all four.”

She sighed but nodded. Sure it would be a huge adjustment but it wasn’t like she would be trapped in a one-bedroom apartment. There were probably several estates she could choose from and it wouldn’t be hard to pick up a hobby, something she could do at home.

She whimpered as she felt him shrink minutely and pull free from her with a wet pop, moving away and leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. She hated being separated from him; it made her feel empty and hollow, alone after the pleasure of being plugged up and owned by him. She could already feel his fluids leaking out of her and didn’t like it. Sesshoumaru always used a toy to keep her stretched and ready for him. She adored the sensation of being filled by the carved jade, the wet slosh of her juices and his oozing out around the cool hard stone.

“Hush now little bitch,” he murmured as he dressed, slipping into his kimono robe before donning the hakamas and tying the knots deftly. Then he knelt briefly to scoop her up bridal style and walk towards the edge of the Circle where a female inu-youkai waited with his sons.

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TBC…

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AN: the idea of youkai being conceived as spirit first, the joining of two powerful auras, and hanyous being fuelled/fed by a youkai parents energy comes from ‘Sins of the Father’ by shadowsweaver1. It is a wonderful story but currently a WIP. You can find it in the “Spark” section of Dokuga.com or on Fanfiction.net

AN: And just how do some others react? Find out in the next chapters.

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