Bound by Corruption by BelovedStranger

To Be Selfish

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Word Count: 3,795

KAGOME AWOKE TO a bright light penetrating into her skull through her closed eyelids.

Face scrunched against the glare, she turned away with a discontented murmur, not ready to leave sleep’s embrace. She found a little nook for her nose, and breathed deep. An intoxicating scent flooded her senses, penetrating slumber’s fog. She cuddled closer, vaguely aware that she nestled against something hard but smooth, and oh so warm.

Immediately, she flung her arm out, drowsily snuggling against the firmest pillow she’d ever felt, and yet, she was more comfortable than she could ever remember being. A sigh of contentment eased from her lungs on a slow exhalation, relaxing muscles that had begun to tense upon wakefulness.

Another deep inhalation. 

That scent. Familiar, yet different. A spiced musk she could not place.

Primal instincts rose unbidden, calling forth sensory memories that tightened her nipples, pooling heat low in her belly, and awakening a faint throbbing between her legs. Restless, groggy, she rubbed her thighs together, which only intensified the ache into a steady burn. A moan slipped past her parted lips when next she rubbed her entire front against her firm bedding, the peaks of her nipples tingling, tightening, at the delightful friction.

The need to get closer was an unconscious one, her leg slipping up and over a mound, opening her thighs. Instead of relieving the incessant throbbing, the sensation intensified and awakened an even stranger feeling of being empty. Her hips thrust forward, seeking even in her dreams, only for a whimper to slip past her parted lips when she failed to find what she needed. Craved.

Suddenly, a large palm cupped her derriere, angling her hips and pulling her forward. Her body jolted at the shock of pleasure. She needed no encouragement to grind against whatever firmness pressed against her pulsating core that cried out for immediate attention. Slick wetness mapped the journey of her hips, her body weeping. Readying. Only when she neared climax did her eyes flash open, reality crashing into her foggy mind.

The sensations were too real, too strong, catapulting her into full awareness. She was on her side, her entire front pressed not against a strange bedding but a person, her arm thrown across a muscular chest, with her leg over his hip. And the person was male, there was no doubt.

Her hips stopped moving though her aching flesh cried out in painful denial, a longing that hurt. Before her muddled brain could process the situation, the hand on her rump tightened, and another gripped her thigh that she had over the male’s hip. Then, he forced her to grind, to rub herself against his powerful thigh.

Sparks flashed before her eyes as she cried out. That final, forceful graze was all it took. Her body already primed, she was pushed over a metaphysical edge, and into pure ecstasy.

“Sesshomaru!” The cry came unbidden, even before she’d identified her companion.

He was her dark desire, the spark that lit the tender of desire into an inferno of passion that threatened to consume all that she was, leaving her uncertain as to what version of herself would emerge from the flames: a more confidant, self-assured temptress, or a needy, drooling mess that could only cling and demand more.

Before the electric sensation had a chance to begin to fade, she felt him move. The hand on her derriere dipped lower, finding her pulsating flesh beneath the hooded nub where her pleasure throbbed. Wicked fingers pinched. She cried out, the pleasure spiking almost painfully, yet it was a torture she thrust towards rather than tried to shed away from.

She should be humiliated, angry even, that anyone would dare pinch that part of her, but the gentle tug and pressing fingers obliterated any ounce of modesty she possessed, leaving only this craving, this need to discover the different heights of ecstasy. Even if such all-consuming rapture became the death of her. Only the inugami had the ability to cause such devastation on her sanity.

Sesshomaru shifted. In one, easy motion, he had her pinned beneath him, his thighs shoving hers far apart.

Kagome’s eyes snapped open on a high-pitched gasp as his thick shaft thrust inside her without preamble. The burn of being stretched past her limit only added to the pleasure of his possession as he stroked against that spot deep inside her. He hit the end of her, jolting her, ripping another cry from her. There, he stilled. Filling her. Impaled her. She could hardly breathe. There was so much of him inside of her.

It made her feel vulnerable. Owned. Her channel clenched around him at the thought, making Sesshomaru throw his head back on a deep growl.

“So tight. So wet.”

Dazed, she stared up at him, enrapt by the pleasure he took in her body. Arched back as he was, sunlight bathed his skin, highlighting the muscular contours of his body. He was…perfection. Kagome’s breath caught. The inugami was a magnificent creature, impossible to be real.

And he wanted her.

Was inside of her.

Honeyed eyes stared down at her with undisguised lust, a devilish smirk revealing a pointed fang.

His voice was rough, more growl than sound. “Yes, I want you.” He pulled back, slow, only to thrust in hard, hitting the end of her with jarring force. Kagome’s back arched, a cry spilling from her throat. Her arms went around him, fingers spasming along the taut muscles of his back. Then he stilled, holding himself deep inside her.

Lost in bliss, she hadn’t realized she’d projected her thoughts until he answered.

“I thirst for you.” Another slow withdrawal, followed by a rough thrust, jolting her, zinging unbelievable pleasure through her. But it wasn’t enough, for he stilled once more. Digging deep but not moving. His panting breaths were harsh, warming her ear, before moving across her cheek.

“I hunger.” His lips grazed hers without actually kissing her, causing her own to tingle. Angling herself up, she tried to kiss him, but he denied her, keeping himself poised just out of reach. Lips brushed, a ghost of a touch, sharing heated breaths. She’d die if he didn’t kiss her!

She said it outload, a panted plea.

“Beg for me.” A sinful demand.

“Please, Sesshomaru!” Her hand clasped the back of his neck, trying to pull him down to her tingling lips. “Kiss me. I need you to!”

In answer, his tongue found the seam of her mouth. “Open.”

Even before the command left him, Kagome was already parting for him, opening herself for his possession. He dominated her mouth, taking the kiss far beyond an exchange of pleasure. It was a claiming.

The ache between her thighs intensified. The way Sesshomaru took her mouth made her crave for him to move. She arched her hips, desperate for him to take her.

“Eager, aijin?” He ground against her, circling his shaft inside her. She gasped, nails biting into his shoulders. “To finally be inside you.” A guttural rasp. “Feel me.” The next grind had him rubbing not only inside of her, but against her throbbing clit with his lean hips. Their lower bodies were completely flush, his flesh filling her.

She felt too full. Stuffed.

She cried out, head flung back. “More!”

Oh kami, she needed him to move! Her hips shifted upward in helpless demand, but the awful beast only settled his weight more heavily upon her, pinning her in place.

“Beast? Yes, aijin. I am no man.”

Beast had been a reprimand she’d shouted in her mind. Projected outward.

A guttural groan from him. “Know who is the one pleasuring you.”

The sun was suddenly in her eyes, but the discomfort was forgotten when Sesshomaru latched onto her nipple, mouth wide, taking in as much of her breast as he could. Fangs scraped against her flesh, causing faint furrows, breaking skin, but the warm lash of his tongue across her peak blinded her to the sting, making it feel impossibly good.

Her arms went around his head, holding him close as she thrust her breasts more firmly against his mouth. He obliged her wordless order, suckling hard. Almost too hard, pulling on her flesh, only to stop and swirl his tongue around the tight peak. He moved onto her other breast and gave the neglected peak the same attention, while his fingers pinched and rolled her abandoned nipple, still wet from his attention.

It was impossible to stay still. Her body was a riot of sensation. She writhed against him, arched, spasmed. He plumped her breast with his free hand, somehow taking more of her inside the hot cavern of his mouth. His fangs pierced her. With a jolt, her hips struck upwards, only to meet the imposing weight of his body. Kagome shrieked, on the very edge and desperate to fall.

She clawed at his back, uncaring if her blunt nails left marks, and shook her head from side to side when he continued to deny her by not moving as she needed him to.

“Sesshomaru, please!”

With a final suckle, he released her breast only to move to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “You want me.”

“Yes!” How could she not?!

“You crave me?”

She clung to him, whimpering, trembling with suppressed need. “You’re cruel.”

“Am I cruel?” Without warning, he pulled back and thrust inside her. This time in an achingly slow glide. When he drew back again—too damn slowly—she felt the emptiness and couldn’t bear it, when he shoved powerfully, forcing her intimate muscles to spread for him. Then he stopped, holding all of himself inside of her. Taunting her. Driving her insane.

She screamed. A shout of anger. Of unbearable desire. Unable to help herself, she moved her hips, grinding his cock against her very womb, rubbing his pelvic against her engorged clit. A gasp tore from her. Pleasure and pain at being forced to stay on the brink. A sob left her.

A harsh hand gripped her chin, forcing her to see crimson bleeding into his eyes, overtaking the white completely. He changed before her heated gaze. His irises shifted from gold to a glowing blue, while the magenta strips across his cheeks became jagged. The deadly points of his fangs lengthened, filling his mouth until it was impossible for him to close it fully. The sight should have terrified her witless to have such a beast—a youkai—so close, buried inside her. Instead, her pussy spasmed on a rush of wetness.

She felt it, her arousal coating them. Their hips, their inner thighs. The squelching sounds would have embarrassed her had she been in her right mind. Instead, it fueled a lust that was animalistic in its intensity.

She knew Sesshomaru could feel her uncontrolled response, her inner muscles pulsating around him in tightening squeezes. His hips thrust sharply, jarring her with the force of it as a hiss slid passed his bared fangs. The sound, the harsh possession, thrilled her, made her cry out.

Her legs lifted, hugging his hips as her arms clung around his neck. “Yes, yes! Like that. Do that!”

But he didn’t. After the one thrust, he stilled. Again.

“Why?!”

“Tell me what you need.” It was a demand, harsh and guttural.

Kagome was passed maiden modesty. “You! I need you, Sesshomaru. Please, move faster. Harder!”

“You want me to fuck you. Tell me!” His language was crude. It only thrilled her more.

“Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me, now!”

A dark chuckle at her ear. “Good girl. So eager. So demanding.” He settled heavier over her, arms bracketing her shoulders, caging her in the heat of his body. His fingers were in her hair, arching her neck at a painful angle, causing a gasp to spill passed her parted lips.

As his mouth took possession of her lips, tongue plundering greedily, he moved. Pulled back, away from her, her depths cried out at the emptiness, only to be pierced sharply. Sesshomaru thrusts were hard, jarring, but controlled. The smooth glide was rough but measured. His lips devoured her mewls of complaint, only for her moans to become sharp as ecstasy heated her blood.

She needed him to move faster, for the friction to toss her over the edge she flirted with, but his smooth glide forced her to build higher, to burn brighter. It was amazing, the sensations impossible to describe, yet agonizing in its potency.

“Cry out for me,” he rasped against her mouth, a hard thrust punctuating each word. “Burn for me.”

Need only me.

His words, inside her mind. Filling her as his body took possession of hers in that still unhurried pace. Her orgasm crashed over her, unexpected. Blinded, Kagome arched her head back and screamed his name.

HER FLESH PULSED along his shaft, forcing a groan from deep within his chest.

Sesshomaru intended to addict her to him, to swamp her with such euphoria that she’d never wish to leave him again. He was unhurried, determined. Unlike the first time when he’d been consumed with the need to have her, when the beast inside of him had demanded to claim what was his.

This time, he was methodical, forcing centuries of restraint on himself to bring his miko such carnal delights that lust became fixation; dependance.

Onigumo had never been meant to have her.

Nor any other man.

He’d not give Kagome to anyone, not even her sister. No one or anything could have her, least of all, her calling as a shrine maiden.

A fiendish grin. She was a maiden no longer. She was his.

As she began to come down from her high, Sesshomaru cupped her cheek tenderly, drawing her glazed eyes to his. “You take my breath away, Kagome.”

Her name. A manipulation. An entreaty to feel it, too. That she belonged to him.

The passion staring back at him made his abdomen clench and his shaft pulse within her hot depths. She felt the reaction of his body and the fact that he was yet hard as stone. Her gasp of surprise turned into the sweetest moan when he undulated his hips. Her liquid heat seared him in delicious ecstasy.

“Sesshomaru… I can’t—!”

He began thrusting, slow, deep, forcing her to take him despite her denials. “You can. You will.” A hiss. The intimate clasp of her threatening to undo centuries of discipline.

Her response was a helpless moan that set his blood further aflame. Precum spurt from his tip, coating her from within. He grunted. As if she felt the drops of dew, her pussy spasm around him, trying to milk more from him. “Greedy little miko,” he gasped with a sharp thrust, forcing a cry from her.

She shook her head. Her hair was wild, barely contained in its long braid. A flush pinked her face, staining her chest from the pleasure only he could give her.

“No! Not…again!”

A rejection he refuted with a guttural, “Yes!” Another deep thrust. “Again and again.”

Angling his hips, he stroked that part of her that set her mewling and clawing at his back with those pitiful nails of hers. She could never hope to harm him with such blunted tips, yet the thought of her marking him caused a deep growl to rumble within his chest and his hips to pound harder, forcing her to take him.

“Never shall I have enough of you, my gem, my aijin.” Gripping her hip, leaning on his elbow for leverage, he began a brutal pace. “Yes, scream for me. Tell me how much you enjoy this!”

In moments, he forced her over the edge again, feeling her come around him. Gritting his teeth, Sesshomaru held on, refusing to let go and find his own release as her flesh grabbed at him, holding him deep.

When he felt her start to come back down from her climax, he started pumping in and out of her, a rough, stabbing rhythm. She was new to such intimacies. He could feel how swollen she was, yet he forced her tight pussy to accept him. Angling his hand at her hip, he found her engorged clit and pinched, then tugged—not too hard—as though pulling on a tether.

He imagined putting a clamp on her. With her hands tied helplessly behind her back, the image of walking her—naked—with a leash on her silken folds caused his balls to tighten. He was close to spewing. He gnashed his fangs, denying his own release until he made her shatter around him once more.

“Oh, kami. Oh, kami!” Her thighs trembled around his hips at his masterful control of her body.

He pulled on her clit just a little harder, pinching just a little firmer. Her shriek was beautiful, her core rippling around his thrusting shaft. “There is no kami here, only me. Call for me. Cry my name!”

His name spilled from her lips in incoherent syllables. But it was his name, nonetheless.

He felt her release.

He couldn’t hold on a second longer. The tip of his cock burst, flooding her with his essence, coating her womb. Instinct took hold. With a roar, he bit her, sinking his fangs into his mark on her neck. Her scream near shattered his eardrum, and he didn’t care. His snarl of conquest was just as loud, a fierce warning that caused animals and birds alike to shriek in fear and scatter. Fleeing the predator who’d caught—and claimed—his prey.

Long moments passed as they held still, recovering. Heavy panting, chests heaving, both hers and his. The only sounds, the only movement.

Reluctantly, Sesshomaru retracted his fangs, hearing her hiss—of delight. She shivered. Still surrounded by her intimately, her reaction caused her inner walls to tighten around his softened shaft. He groaned, his cock jerking.

“We shouldn’t…have done that,” the miko panted, breathless.

Satiated, he merely chuckled, and sank fully on top of her, careful not to crush her under his weight by resting on his forearms. “We should have done that sooner.” He nuzzled his mark, licking at the blood seeping from the wound. He felt her flinch. “Have I hurt you?”

He should have felt remorse for forcing her to take him so soon after her awakening to carnal pleasure, yet all he felt was a deep satisfaction.

Her voice was small, hesitant. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just… I did you a wrong.”

His bark of laughter surprised him and her. “I assure you, aijin. You did me right.”

She shook her head. “I—I used you…”

When he leaned back to look down at her, she shyly glanced at him, then away. He suspected the flush of her cheeks was no longer wholly due to arousal. “Speak plainly. What troubles you?”

Another shy glance but she did not meet his gaze. He felt her shift beneath him, revealing her discomfiture. “It’s just… What I did… I was confused. Hurting. What I learned about my sister… It broke me, I think.” She shook her head, helpless. “I just wanted to grasp onto something. To feel something. To not feel…unworthy. I wanted you and I took. I was selfish. My motives were impure. I used you, Sesshomaru.” She turned to him, revealing her torment even as passion still lightened the brown of her eyes.

Tension eased from Sesshomaru, a grin curling his lips. “Do you hear me complaining, aijin?” He moved his lips to her ear, a heated murmur. “Use me. Brand me with your touch. You desire me, and I desire you. No matter what prompts you to turn to me for gratification, I will not turn you away.”

He thrust against her, revealing his half-hardened flesh, aroused by her confession.

Instead of encouraging her, she shoved against his chest but he was immovable. “I don’t love you.”

“I do not ask for your love,” he returned, unconcerned by such a ridiculous statement.

Desire. Lust. These he understood.

Love? He tried not to scoff.

Obviously, he failed.

“Mock me all you want, but I believe in love, and I don’t love you. That makes what we did wrong.” Her shoving became more insistent.

Sesshomaru felt the beginnings of anger. So, she was regretted what they had done together, was she?

“You want me. Do not even try to deny it,” he said fiercely. “Your body burns for my touch.” To prove his point, he rolled his hips. Fully erect, he stroked her inner walls, rubbing against the end of her.

Kagome gasped, arching into him.

The moment she welcomed him, he yanked out of her. Her gasp of despair became one of shock as he cupped her possessively. With a gentle spike of his youki, he retracted three of his claws before shoving his fingers inside her. Spearing her, he spread his fingers wide as he pumped them in and out of her once, twice. After the third time, he withdrew them and held up the evidence of his seed mixed with her desire.

“Look,” he demanded, voice hard. Face flushed, passion glazing her eyes, she stared at his coated fingers. “Open your mouth.”

Confusion furrowed her brow, before her eyes widened. She shook her head with a jerk, but Sesshomaru was having none of her denials. Shoving his free hand underneath her head, he grasped her braid at her nape and tugged. Her neck arched and a gasp was torn from her.

The moment she opened for him, he shoved his fingers inside. “Taste yourself. Taste me. Drink of our need of the other.” When she only stared up at him with wide eyes, he growled at her, a vicious snarl that demanded her submission, and like a good pet, she did as her master bid.

Yes. “Good girl,” he groaned. Angling his hips, he found her opening and thrust inside, taking her hard and rough.

As she sucked on his fingers with a moan, he imagined her suckling another part of him. His cock tingled in warning. Sesshomaru took her hard. Pulling his fingers away, he grabbed ahold of her hips and pulled her up to meet his thrusts. His possession was brutal, yet her cries urged him on, begged him to, “Fuck me harder!”

Such crude language. Kagome was a fast learner. Sesshomaru barely held on before he felt her come around his shaft. He snarled his release, hips pumping as he spent inside her convulsing depths.

Chest heaving, he yanked on her hair again, forcing her eyes on him with a pained gasp. “What we shared is not wrong. Never utter such words to me again,” he told her, voice hoarse yet savage.

Then he kissed her. Hard. A branding.