A Fantasy Made Real by Tiegrsi

Chapter 1

Hello, reader! It's late, and I'm bored, so I've decided to write some senseless crap. I originally meant it to be a one-shot, but it seems my pen has not cooperated and it's become three chapters. Still sort of short. I will warn you, this minimal plot is purely for the background of the smut that will ensue. It's my first time, so go gentle with me. If you get to the end and you are feeling dirty and unsatisfied, then you should have realised reading a page online requires only one hand to click a mouse. That being said, I hope you like it! Oh, and for the sake of this smut...we'll say Sesshy has two fully capable arms and hands. I'll just pretend he never lost the left one in the first place. ;)

I do not own any of the characters in the following story, but I sure love to make them do my bidding!

Sesshomaru was crouching high up in the branches of a tall tree. While the leaves cloaked his form, they did nothing to hinder his view of the scene before him.

He had been out on a routine patrol of his borders when he first scented them. Inuyasha's pack were for some unknown reason traveling through his lands. It had been early in the evening, and he had decided to ignore them, leaving a wide berth between himself and the rag-tag group. His lands had been quiet for well over a month, and while his patrolling had become quite lacking for excitement, there was no use in starting a fight with Inuyasha tonight.

He had almost gotten completely passed them before he heard it - Inuyasha's loud mouth. He was arguing with that miko that was constantly hanging off of him. Oddly curious, the taiyoukai had turned back and snuck closer to investigate the commotion.

"Shut up, wench!" Inuyasha had bit out at the miko. "I don't know what game you're playing, but I don't like it, so just spare me!"

"Damnit, Inuyasha!" Sesshomaru had heard her shout back. As he got closer he could see the fat tears glistening in the sun's last rays as they slid down her cheeks. "All I wanted was-"

"SHUT UP!" the hanyou had snarled at her, interrupting her plea. Sesshomaru was hoping to glean more information about what was going on, and was wondering why the hell he was so damn interested in the first place, when the little spitfire had sent his brother crashing to the ground.

"SIT, BOY!" she had growled out ferociously. The spying youkai lord barely had the time to wonder at the way her fierce scream had sent shivers down his spine before she added more.

"Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, SIT!!"

Ignoring the strange tingle along his back and the way his hackles had risen at her fury, Sesshomaru chuckled quietly at the sight of his brother. Inuyasha was face down, full of dirt and twigs in a perfect hanyou - shaped pothole.

"I'm going to relax in the hot springs!" Kagome all but shouted to the others before storming stiff legged over to where her yellow backpack lay on the ground. She swung it over her shoulder with such force the Sesshomaru could hear the shoulder strap tear slightly under the strain, and it made a loud "thud" against her back as it landed in place. He had watched as she stumbled slightly from the force of the collision that she had created. She seemed to ignore it, though, and stormed off into the woods without a backwards glance. Sesshomaru's gaze shifted back to his brother who was just starting to get up. A sudden "SIT!!" resounded from the direction Kagome had left in and forced him back to the ground again.

"Hn...the springs..." Sesshomaru had heard himself muse softly. Suddenly he'd had a new mission for the night. Something deep inside was urging him to follow the miko. He questioned the urge, wondering why he should care what she was up to, but came up with no answers. All he knew was that his instinct was telling him to go. Being a creature that could be made or broken by his instincts, he'd decided to just go with it, and quietly took off in the direction of the steamy place.

With his lightning speed, he had quickly overtaken the little onna and beat her by a few minutes to her destination. Letting his instincts guide him, he had hidden in the tree where he was still currently residing.

He had watched in mild fascination as she arrived and carefully checked the area over for intruders, and had smiled smugly when she did not detect his presence. He had done well to mask his scent and aura. Then she had done something that he knew should have instantly repelled his gaze, but he found himself unable to look away. She started shedding her clothing.

Sesshomaru was not one to be easily confused, the very core of his being was calm, confident, and highly intelligent. But now he found himself in quite a state of confusion, and he was not happy about it. He despised humans, and he wasn't shy about it. There were only two who he could ever stand to be around. Rin, his ward, was one. Apparently, this miko, despite everything he knew about her, was the other. Her half naked state had his groin aching, his beast calling out for her, even desiring her. 'But she is human,' he thought. 'She is human, and worse yet, miko. And worst of all, she belongs to my brother...or does she not?'

He considered it for a moment, and realised that her aura gave off purity, and it had nothing to do with her miko powers. It was the purity of the untouched. Therefore, Inuyasha hadn't claimed her. 'But regardless of who does or does not own her, she is still the epitome of everything I despise. She is willful, disobedient.' His beast seemed to be arguing with him. 'But she is also loyal, and beautiful. She is unclaimed, intelligent and powerful. You want her...' it hissed. 'I want her. We can make her ours.'

He considered his other side, and realised it at least had some good points. She was indeed beautiful, despite her humanity. He had never before seen an onna like her, and her uniqueness only drove him farther into his desire.

His eyes found focus again and he watched her remove the little white cloth around her chest. He cursed the fact that she was facing away from him, he wanted to see everything. Only one piece of cloth was left, and at it's removal he felt his entire body stiffen, including his already quite hard erection. As she removed those little lacy white panties, she bent at the waist to pull them down, giving him full view of her most precious assets. His mouth went dry and his beast screamed, longing to take her right then and there while she was exposed and weak. And yet Sesshomaru found himself frozen in place. She stepped out of the dainty garment and kicked it aside, then stepped down into the steaming water with a soft sigh.

The great Lord of the West was literally in pain from his erect state. Forgetting his confusion, he decided he needed a release more than he needed to listen to his own reason. A dangerous thing indeed. If that was the trouble she was going to cause, he was certainly going to have to do something about it.

He was just about to leave his perch and make his presence known when he heard a soft moan escape her lips. The sudden and unexpected noise froze him in place, and he looked down at her form below. She had slipped into the steamy water and found a flat boulder submerged a short distance from the shore. She had pulled herself up on it, her back hidden under the surface while the front half of her body stuck out from the water like an island. He watched as her breasts moved gently, swaying back and forth in some erotic dance, and he noticed her right hand sliding down her body, caressing her shapely curves. Her left hand moved to her breast and she massaged herself as she let the right one slip between her legs. The scent of her arousal reached his sensitive nose just a moment later.

'She might be untouched,' he realised swiftly, 'but she is no stranger to the pleasure.' He growled softly as he realised he should be the one bringing her that pleasure. If she was going to find release tonight, he was going to be the one to give it to her.

Quickly he dropped from his perch and silently removed his armor and swords. Next went his sash, then his robes, hakama, and finally, loin cloth. All were heaped in a single pile and left, forgotten. She was too caught up in her own ambitions to hear him stealthily enter the water. Her eyes were shut tight to the world and her breath was coming in little pants as she used her own hands to gain freedom from her tension. His masked scent and aura didn't disturb her, and he wondered if she would have even noticed if he had approached without the precautions. She was totally oblivious to his presence, and he could not have been more thrilled. He was a tiger on the hunt, and his prey might as well have already been in his claws.

He could tell in only minutes she would reach her peak by the rapid rate of her pulse and the soft moans that had increased in tempo. He did not want her to relieve herself, he was determined to be the one who gave her that pleasure. He was no longer worried about being discovered, he wanted her to see him, to see her reaction to his presence. He closed the rest of the distance between their bodies in a flash, the water being displaced and splashing as he moved in for the kill.