A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

Waterfall

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

LAST UPDATE! Yep, no more lemons, no more chapters as this is the last spice in Stella Mira's Spicy Challenge. No more updates will be added. I hope you all have enjoyed this lemon collection :)

Prompt: Allspice 

A/U

He was in the shower.

Images formed and swirled through her mind, part memory, part fantasy, helping build the perfect image. Wet skin, long hair plastered to his back and curled just above his lush buttocks, steam obscuring parts of him in a peek-a-boo shroud—enticing, erotic. The flexing of muscles bunching in even the slightest of movements. All perfect, all lickable—and she wanted.

Kagome stood, already feeling a tingling sensation between her thighs, dampness, heat. Her womanly folds pulsed with nerves untouched but nevertheless stimulated by thoughts of him, channel feeling empty, aching for the one thing only he could give her. So large and thick, forcing her body to take every inch. The sting, the burn. Pleasure and ecstasy—all waiting for her.

He did not call out to her, not by voice, but by the steady thrum of the showerhead. That he was nude was invitation enough, beckoning, waiting. What was she doing making her man wait, she wondered with a half-smirk on her face, taking that first step forward. As she walked, compelled forward more like, she discarded her clothes one by one. Hands at the bottom edge of her tank top, a flex of arms—upwards—and the tight fabric glided up her stomach, grazing the black bra she wore beneath, and over her head in one smooth motion. As she flicked her wrist to the side, it was discarded carelessly, unconcerned where it fell, only to be picked up later and smirk in memory of what was about to happen.

Anticipation already had her lips curved in an upward tilt, her blood rushing and heating. Her heartbeat was like a caged bird as she unclasped the catch from behind, and Kagome shrugged her shoulders. As her bra fell to the floor, cloth brushed her already peaked nipples—sizzling her senses. A tease for things to come.

Hands at her hips, fingers seeking the elastic band of her short shorts and panties, pushing downwards, down lithe legs, and bending over for a final shove, she was stepping out of both garments. And she was moving forward again, a trail of clothes in her wake. Rounding the corner of their shared living room, the door at the end of the hall was wide open, beckoning. With confident yet slow steps, she entered the bathroom, the steam filled air prickling her skin, causing goose bumps to rise, and a shiver down her spine.

She did not call out to him. Instead, as bold as you please, she walked up to the shower stall, opened the clouded glass door, and stepped inside. Heat from the shower washed over her, causing a slight chill, but did nothing to bank the fire in her blood.

Sesshomaru’s back was to her, rinsing off the suds from his soap on his chest. The smell of Allspice was strong, heady. She took a moment to take in his nude form. His shoulder were wide, blocking most of the water from hitting her other than a few, stray droplets. Wet hair cascaded down his toned back along his spine, and she admired the way his muscles flexed as he moved his arms—all for her, every inch of him. Hers to play with, to touch and explore, to taste and nibble. Yes.

He shifted his stance slightly, still unaware that she stood gawking at him, appreciating, and her eyes lowered to his ass. A beautiful work of art. Unable to help herself, she reached out, her hand placed lightly on the back of his upper thigh, before stroking his flesh upwards until she could squeeze his ass. There was no give to his flesh, hard as rock, but so warm and slick. Sesshomaru didn’t even tense at her first touch, letting her know it had been expected—welcome.

One step forward and her front was plastered against his back. A fond kiss to his back, her tongue licking at a few drops of water, and her arms moved around him, hands seeking that part of him. Already half-mast, and with just a few strokes along silken steel and he was ready. A deep, masculine groan rumbled from his throat, head falling back from her gentle caress.

Another lick, another taste of clean skin. “Need any help, Sesshomaru?” she inquired, her voice throaty with arousal.

“Hn, you’re doing just fine.” Voice deep, husky, a little teasing. It made her grin.

His flesh filled her hands, too small to wrap her fingers fully around his girth, but he felt good. Her grip tightened, her pace as languish as before. Another muted groan, hips pumping into her fists. It was more of a slow dance than a silent bid for faster, harder. She moved with him, body flexed against his back. Wet hair and slick flesh rubbed and tickled her nipples—electrifying.

Kagome purred, a sultry sound, rubbed a little harder. Oh yes, a little harder was good, perfection. But like all cats, she wanted more, to lick and taste. Her thumb brushed against the head of his erection, finding that small slit and stroked gently. Sesshomaru shuddered, a hiss of breath.

“Turn around.” An impatient demand, almost a plea.

He chuckled, amused. “As you wish.”

He turned, prompting her to release him, and she fought not to pout when her palms were empty. Streams of water hit her face, making her flinch and look away lest she sting her eyes with the pounding spray. Seeing her trouble, he stepped forward slightly, forcing her to take a step back. Instantly, the water ceased its pitter-pattering against her face, the spray blocked by his wide shoulders.

Large palms rested on either side of the wall, on his left and right, elbows slightly bent, the space too small to fully extend them outward. He looked impossibly perfect even with his hair slicked back and heavy with water. Normally alabaster skin was tinted pink in patches from the hot shower, and her eyes devoured him. Kagome licked her lips.

“Do what you will,” he murmured. A dare.

Oh, she dared, alright. Though her core begged to be filled, there was one need greater. She could have prolonged the wait, made him wait, and though his body was a work of art in motion, Kagome zeroed in on that part of him she craved. Lowering herself to her knees, slightly less graceful than usual in the tight space around them, but she managed without looking totally foolish. Even if she had seemed somewhat comical on the way down, once she took his erection in hand again, angling his flesh towards her lips, neither of them cared in the least. So inconsequential now.

Her breath found him first. Now, she teased. Now she took her time to heighten Sesshomaru’s arousal. A small kiss on the sensitive skin just beneath the head, followed by a light stroke of her hand along his length.

Sesshomaru tensed noticeably, breath whooshing out in a rough exhalation.

“Now you want to tease me?” His voice came out through tightly clenched teeth, not in anger, but jaw locked as he held a tight leash on himself. He was letting her have her way with him, if voicing his impatience for her to give him this.

“You don’t like it?” she purred. Another small kiss, nothing more, but her hand tightened around the base of his shaft, and a tortured groan was ripped out of him.

“I would like it more if you’d stop talking and fuck me with your mouth instead.” Ever blunt, not shy in the least—ever—to voice his desires. Thrilling. Arousing. She melted for him even as she laughed.

“How about a little tongue?”

She put action to word, licking him from base to tip in one, languid stroke.

“How about you open your mouth and suck me?”

Another laugh—from her—a shudder of pleasure from him. Oh yes, she liked this, the dirty talk, having him in the palm of her hand—literally and figuratively.

“Greedy,” she admonished with no heat, just wicked amusement.

Instead of giving him what he wanted, what she wanted, her playful side taking over, Kagome swirled her tongue around the broad head, before licking at the slit when she noticed a drop or two of precum. Salty. Tangy. Delicious. Another dab of her tongue, and his palm was cupping the back of her head. A slight push, the silent hint understood.

No more words exchanged. There was no need. Just hot mouth, moist tongue, and suction. The hand at the back of her head didn’t push against her anymore, not when she was finally giving both of them what they wanted and craved. Instead, Sesshomaru let her control the rhythm, depth, everything. He shivered; her core quivered. His pleasure was hers, that she was capable of bringing him such ecstasy meant everything to Kagome.

Her mouth, her hands, worshiped his flesh, giving his cock the attention it rightfully deserved. Lips spread wide, a little uncomfortably, careful of her teeth, she took more in her mouth. Another inch, and another, until he hit the back of her throat. Then she retreated. Repeated and repeated, forward and back, again and again. A maidenly slow pace. No longer teasing but exploring, tasting. He throbbed in her mouth, a taste of precum, which she swallowed and savored like fine wine.

His panting breaths and low sounds of pleasure egged her on, and she went faster, her fist pumping in rhythm with her mouth. Her suctions became stronger, cheeks hollowing, and her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft. However, when she gave the head particular attention a second later, she felt his hands under her arms, pulling her off him and into his arms, ending her play sooner than she had wished.

Sesshomaru’s hands manipulated her legs, wrapped them around his hips, and she naturally grabbed ahold of his shoulders. Face to face, eyes clashing.

“Play times over.” A low growl, an impatient thrust against her belly. However, he hesitated. “Are you ready?”

His concern touched her, made the moment more intimate, not just a casual fuck session, and she loved him for it—loved him. He was asking if she needed foreplay of her own, and though she was not as ‘ready’ as she could be, she was—and she wanted, now.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, heels pressing into his lower back, bringing them closer.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Sesshomaru.”

“Impatient, are we?” He chuckled, the grin he gave her more a baring of teeth.

He didn’t wait for an answer but found the right angle and pushed, thrusting in. She groaned, the sound dragged out of her as her channel spread for him, welcomed him. She was wet but so tight that he had to push harder, force her muscles to let him in, and she loved it. The sting, the burn. Perfect.

Her heated whimpers and clawing hands demanded more of that, and he gave it. With a rough grunt, a groan, he thrust harder, seating himself fully inside her. She cried out more from the shock of pain, but it was gone in a split second. Pleasure took over. His hands on her hips, he lifted her up and off him, leaving just the tip inside, before forcing her back down—hard.

Her womb spasmed, heart thudding a mile a minute, almost drowning out their heated cries as he took her at a controlled pace, not too fast or too slow, but just right.

Sesshomaru’s mouthed crashed down on hers, uncaring of his taste on her tongue. It was a fierce mating of mouths, all teeth and tongue and moving lips, devouring, claiming. And then he moved faster, harder, thrusting inside her. Kagome flexed her calf muscles, her thighs, thrusting with him, impaling herself. In and out, back and forth. Time held no meaning, forgotten. All there was left was chasing that elusive high, the flint that would set them off in an explosion of sensations.

Soon, she wasn’t able to keep up, his movements going too fast for her in this position. She was left upon and vulnerable, but so was he, a slave to pleasure, a pleasure she gave him. Then she lost herself in sensations, could only think about the way he rubbed her just right, stroking and moving, hitting every spot that sent her wild and closer to the edge.

“Close…” she panted, groaned. “So close.”

His response was another groan, his pace growing rougher still, thrusts more frantic and losing his rhythm. Another upwards stroke, and she ignited. With a loud cry, blind but for the stars that flashed across her vision, her release consumed her. Vaguely, she was aware of Sesshomaru’s shout just seconds later and he stilled, holding himself deeply inside her as he rode the wave of release with her.

Was she falling? No, Sesshomaru was lowering them to the floor, and water instantly sprayed over his head and onto hers. Sputtering in surprise, Kagome hid her face against his chest or she’d choke on water. And he was laughing at her, a breathless, husky sound. He stroked the back of her hair, shoulders shaking.

“Are you alright?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

“I was until you tried to drown me,” she replied without heat, laughing herself. It was just too…humorous.

“Don’t worry,” he teased. “I’ll bring you back to life with a kiss.”

She rolled her eyes at him, still grinning like an idiot. “My hero.” Then she patted his shoulder. “Move. It’s my turn to shower.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Of course you will.”

More laughter and heated kisses followed. 

Allspice

The misleading name "allspice" and the evocative flavor of this small berry causes some confusion. Often believed to be a mixture of other "warm" baking spices, allspice is, in fact, a single spice that contains flavor compounds that make it taste like other important spices. The flavor of allspice is reminiscent of cloves, nutmeg and cinnamon, but with a slightly peppery note. A member of the myrtle family, the tree remains economically important in the Caribbean and Central America. It is fundamental to Jamaican cooking, where it is one of the jerk spices used to season meat. Allspice is also widely used in baking. In Columbus' era, pepper was literally worth its weight in gold, and pepper-like spices such as cubebs and Grains of Paradise were valuable commodities in their own right. It was quite popular in England, where it came to be known as 'English Spice". In the Napoleonic war of 1812, Russian soldiers put allspice in their boots to keep their feet warm and the resultant improvement in odours is carried into today's cosmetic industries, where pimento oil is usually associated with men's toiletries (especially products with the word 'spice' on the label).

Allspice has been used in traditional folklore medicine for several hundreds of years primarily as a digestive. When added to foods that are difficult to digest, such as proteins and fats or foods that may cause bloating and flatulence, such as cauliflower, cabbage and beans, allspice can aid digestion and relieve any discomfort that is associated with indigestion. Medical research has found that allspice has similar properties to cloves. It has a high eugenol content meaning that it is highly bacterial and it also has mild anaesthetic properties. Perhaps more importantly, allspice has proved to be very beneficial in the treatment of arthritic and rheumatic pains and other muscular and joint problems. This is because it acts as a rubefacient, which is a substance that when applied to an affected area draws out the inflammation and increases the blood supply to it, giving a warming and calming effect. Allspice is also known to settle the nervous system, which can be helpful for stress and anxiety amongst other symptoms.