Forbidden Love by BelovedStranger

A Time for Us

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another piano solo has been provided called 'A Time for Us' if anyone is curious as to the melody :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QOqQ2D97qE

Prompt: 'Leave no stone unturned.' 

One second, his body was dead to the world, then the next, a natural indrawn breath inflated his lungs. Blood surged in a steady flow through his veins, and he blinked open his eyes. There was no pain after every rising, no grogginess after slumber, just a full alertness. Lifting his arm, Sesshomaru pushed open his coffin, and almost like a doll with strings being manipulated by a puppeteer, he rose to his feet, and levitated out of his confinement.

His senses were already flowing outward, a reflexive response as he searched for any sign of danger, but found none—except her.

Kagome wasn’t at work. He felt her presence in his home, and it was then that he remembered that she had the night off. Anticipation had his blood rushing swifter through his body, but hesitation caused his feet to move slower than normal as he made his way up the stairs, through the steel door that protected his resting place, and towards her. Had last night been real? Had his impulsive foolishness really not driven his ward away? Fear almost made him pause in his next step. Kagome had been given ample time to rethink her place in his life. The thought left him cold inside.

The gentle notes of his grand piano was playing; he’d heard it even down in his room, but it was only now that he realized what was being played and the significance behind it. Kagome was playing ‘A Time for Us’. There were lyrics that went with the melody, but she did not give voice to them; she didn’t have to, because he already knew them. The notes went through him like a balm, calming the worries he harbored. She knew he was awake, knew he could hear her song no matter where he was in the manor, and she was giving this to him as a gift—reassurance and acceptance.

Essentially, it was about a forbidden love, and yet it was one that conquered every storm that tried to tear it—them—apart.

Rounding the doorway that led to his—their—music room, he found her where he knew he would, sitting on the short bench, her hands mastering the white keys. The ending segment thrummed through the air, and he was behind her a second later, using his demonic speed, because he could not get to her fast enough. But there, he hesitated.

Kagome glanced back at him, somehow knowing he was near. She offered him a tentative smile of welcome.

“Good evening, Sesshomaru.”

He reached for her slowly, but as his clawed hand neared her cheek, he hesitated again, and he didn’t fully understand why. With her, he was everything he was not, meaning, he was always in control, was decisive, he knew what he wanted and what he didn’t, but with her, he was in a constant state of confusion and emotional turmoil.

If this is love, do I truly want it? he inwardly wondered. It was hectic, illogical, and he did not like it—at all.

Until she cupped the back of his hand and placed his palm on her cheek, then he revised his previous thinking, and answered his own question. Yes, I want it. If it is her, then I want everything.

Before he could return her greeting, she was standing and moving around the bench. His hand fell away, but his palm still felt warm from her touch. He watched her. She reached for the silk, black robe she wore, her delicate legs on display, and slowly untied the sash. She hesitated, her hands gripping the opening, and with a quick shrug, gravity took the silk down her arms and to the floor. He swallowed thickly, becoming instantly erect at what she revealed. Wearing only a crimson laced bra and panty set, her complexion appeared snow white like his own, and she was…beautiful. It was obvious she was trying to entice him, but the insecurity in her dark eyes made her more innocent than a seductress. If anything, he wanted her all the more.

Hanging on to his control by a thin thread, he tried to speak, to tell her…what exactly? What are you doing? He already knew the answer to that. Why are you doing this? Again, the song she’d played for him was answer enough. Get dressed, because you don’t understand the full impact of your actions? But he didn’t want her to, couldn’t force himself to utter the words to cease this insanity. He desired her too much.

The best he could do was speak her name in a voice gone raspy. “Kagome..?”

She seemed to stiffen her spine at the sound of her name and walked towards him with more bravado than confidence. Slim arms snaked around his lower back, and she pressed her body full length against his. Her cheek fell to his chest. He did not return the embrace, but stood stiffly, knowing she could feel the proof of his desire for her.

“Sesshomaru, I’ve been thinking…”

“Yes?” he more breathed than asked, looking down at her bent head, at the bare expanse of her back. Big mistake. Her panties were more lace than anything and he could see her ass perfectly. He stifled a groan.

“I don’t mind…I mean, it doesn’t matter to me what you are, because you’re a good man. You’ve always been there for me, helped me.” She hugged him tighter. “I want to be with you. In every way.”

He grabbed her shoulders and forced her back. She looked up at him with surprised, wide eyes. He gritted his fangs. “Do not come to me like this because you feel that you owe me for anything.”

She was calm while he was anything but. “That’s not why I want you, and you know it,” came her soft reply. “I’m offering…I want…” She sighed, annoyed with her inability to speak and shook her head, before staring him straight in the eyes. “Make love to me.” A pink flush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t look away from him.

“You don’t realize what you’re offering me,” he said almost desperately, his hands tightening around her shoulders. When she winced, he loosened his grip and stroked her flesh in silent apology.

Temper flashed across her expression. “Don’t treat me like a child. Do you think I offer myself to just anyone?!”

“Of course not.” He knew she wasn’t the type to sleep around, but he would be her first—and her last if he took what she was offering.

He moved his hand in her hair, at the back of her skull and yanked roughly. She gasped, her neck arched in an uncomfortable angle, but her eyes met his defiantly. That show of defiance made him want to tame her, to punish her in ways that would teach her to submit. His shaft swelled further still, paining him.

“I would not be making love to you, Kagome,” he murmured. “I am not gentle, so if you are having any doubts, tell me now, because I will take you, here, on this very floor.”

“I love you.”

That softly spoken confession unmanned him. She’d made her choice, and now he was making his, consequences be damned.

Crashing his mouth against hers in a hard kiss, he took her to the floor just as he’d warned. Curling over her, his knees supporting him on either side of her hips, he devoured her. When she wrapped her arms around his back, he grabbed them, forced them above her head, holding them there with one hand.

He reigned back from her mouth, breathing heavily, watching her blink her eyes slowly before staring up at him.

“Your safe word,” he muttered huskily, impatiently. “What is it? Tell me now, and if I do anything you do not enjoy, if I am too rough or scare you, use it, and I will stop. Instantly.”

“My…safe word?”

Sesshomaru slammed his free palm near her head. She flinched. “No games, Kagome. Not with something so important. I know you’ve thought of this, wondered how it would be like to have someone master you, to take you to places you’ve only ever read about.” More firmly, he said, “What is it?”

“Red…”

It was a common enough safe word. Basically, like a stop light, green literally meant ‘go ahead, continue, it was enjoyable’. Yellow was still an okay to continue, but only for a short time, meaning it was fine for now, but not too much of whatever was being done at the moment. And of course, red meant stop.

Nodding his head, more of a jerk than anything, Sesshomaru flexed his free hand before her gaze, drawing her attention to his claws. There was no fear in her eyes, only trust. That, too, was an important part to the sexual lifestyle he preferred. He needed her trust, and once it was given, it was his prerogative to show her that she was safe with him—always.

Using one, deadly point, he gently grazed her skin, starting at the side of her throat, where her jugular was. He tightened his hand around her caged wrists, as well. He silently showed her that he could hurt her, do anything to her, and she was helpless to stop him. His claw continued downwards to her collar bone. Again an unvoiced communication went between them that he choose not to harm her.

His claw went between her breasts, until he encountered the delicate ribbon holding the cups of her bra together. It was a very fetching piece of lace, but he cut through it easily without care. A shuddering sigh left her. Instead of shredding the straps on her shoulders so the lace fall away from her, he left them alone, and merely revealed one breast. Her nipple was a soft pink color, and he leaned down to suckle her. Though Kagome claimed she was ready for him—for this—he made a conscious decision to take things slow, to slowly bring her into this lifestyle. 

Slow suction, a flick of his tongue, a harder draw after that. Soon, he had her shifting restlessly beneath him, her panting breaths loud to his ears. After long minutes where he concentrated not only on her pleasure but on reigning himself in to be more in control of his desires, he let her go and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders.

“Why…did you stop?” she asked breathlessly.

Instead of answering, he commanded, “Remove your bra.”

He wanted her to obey him, needed her to submit, to follow everything he said. She hesitated. She’d soon learn not to.

With awkward movements of shoulders and arms, Kagome flung the torn fabric aside…only to cross her arms.

“Ah ah,” he admonished, grabbing her wrists, and holding them on either side of her head. “It’s too late to be modest, Kagome. Let me see you.”

The next few minutes, he gentled any fears of the unknown she might have, aroused her until she was writhing, arching into his mouth. The moonlight filtered across the floor, making him acutely aware that he was taking the one he held precious like an animal, instead of a man who sought to treasure the one he adored. However, he could not stop, not now—not ever.

His kisses led downwards, lapping at perspiring flesh. The salty taste of her was something he could never get enough of, but a scent more intoxicating drew him farther downwards. Kagome’s arousal threatened to fog his mind with lust. Hands on her thighs, he forced her legs wide open. She tensed when his warm breath touched her intimately. His eyes on his prize, he could see how damp she was for him, how much she needed him. With a groan that seemed to be wrenched from his very soul—if he still possessed one—he tasted her.

With a sharp cry, her hips jerked upwards. Taking her hips in hand, he lifted her, restrained her when she squirmed as he settled in, not going anywhere any time soon. His tongue lashed her, teased her, ripping whimpered cries from her. Her hands where in his hair, trying to control him, to force him to give her more, but he wasn’t having that.

“Place your arms over your head,” he instructed.

“Sesshomaru,” she groaned pitifully.

He chuckled but did not relent.

“Don’t make me tell you again.” A threat, a promise.

She complied with shaky limbs. A fine tremor had settled in, and a wicked smile was hidden against her folds at the effect he had on her. His torture commenced, but first, he turned her panties into shreds, and renewed his attack on her bare flesh. His tongue entered her, rubbing delicate muscles. Again, she was close to the edge, but he did not give her the release she craved.

“Oh God! Sesshomaru, please! I can’t… I can’t take much more of this!”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, yes!” Another moan, a shiver shaking her entire frame.

“Ask me,” he murmured huskily, lapping at her folds enticingly. Perhaps he was being a little cruel in his game, but the darker side of him needed her to be wild and untamed, to want him as desperately as he desired her.

“Please, make me come,” she begged, repeating please several times, her head tossing back and forth.

Wrapping his lips around her, he suckled strongly, and like a switch, she screamed, convulsing as her orgasm consumed her. Sesshomaru wasted no time. Without wasting precious moments, he didn’t remove his clothing, merely unsnapped his jeans, slid down the zipper, and shoved the material down his thighs. He was on top of her a second later. Angling her hips in the air with a palm on the small of her back, he lunged forward, pushing past quivering walls, breaking the evidence of her innocence, forcing his way inside her to the root.

Blood reached his nose, the scent heady, intoxicating him. He wanted to pump his hips, to ram his aching shaft inside her moist heat. Instead, he began a slow withdrawal and advance, accustoming her to his size. He was not small by any means, and she was tight—painfully so.

Though he’d waited until she’d released to make them one, to lower her discomfort, pain flashed across her eyes, her nails digging into his shoulders. She was far too tense, her relaxed poise vanished at the newness of being filled.

“Kagome, you have to relax.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his shirt clinging to him from his own perspiration. He surged forward again, the head of his cock easily hitting the end of her.

“I… I don’t think…we fit,” she panted.

“We fit,” he assured. “Let me show you how well we do.” Gathering her into his arms, he lifted her and leaned back, resting on his knees, which were spread wide for leverage. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he panted.

Arms around his neck, she complied. In this new position, that last inch of his cock slid inside her. He groaned from pleasure, while hers came out pained. Trying to get her back into the moment, to regain the pleasure she’d experienced moments ago, he arched her back, forced her to lean away from his body, and his arms supported her. Leaning down, he tongued one nipple, before capturing it in his mouth. Her next moan was one of pleasure.

His right palm slid down her slick back to cup her ass. With a swivel of his hips, he rubbed against sensitive tissue. Though it literally hurt him to remain still within her, to not thrust as he was dying to do, Sesshomaru focused solely on Kagome. Grinding against her, suckling on her breasts from one nipple to the other. In minutes—too damn long—he had her back on track, moving into his hips, clawing at him for another sweet climax.

Sesshomaru snapped. There was no holding back, now. He pumped inside her. Not giving her any warning, he cupped the back of her head, forced her cheek against his chest, and used his hips, thighs, flexing his ass, to thrust inside her at a fast, brutal pace. If he was hurting her, Kagome didn’t ask him to stop, didn’t once utter her safe word. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the rough ride, so he gave her more.

He took her to the floor again, holding himself on one forearm, while his other hand held her lower back. After going so long since the last time he’d engaged in such carnal pleasures, he feared he would not last long. Thankfully, Kagome seemed to be on the brink.

“Come. Come now!” he growled.

One thrust, two, and her sheath clamped down on his cock like a vice, her scream all but shattering his eardrums. She clasped him, and he followed her into oblivion, his seed being milked from him. His orgasm borderlined pain, and for the first time in all his centuries of life, he cried out from the pleasure which was too intense to contain.