Love...Has Nothing to do With This by ShadowsWeaver1
‘Just remember the banana,’ was the mantra that was running through her mind as she maneuvered her shaking hands to take hold of what was most definitely not a banana. ‘This is ridiculous! When was the last time a banana looked anything like this?! Ok, breathe, girl. You can do this. Yuka can do it with only her mouth…I don’t even want to know how she learned that. But if she can do that I’m sure I can do it with my hands…if the blasted things would stop shaking. Ok, think banana. Banana. Banana…’
A coursing shiver caused by the soft stroking of Sesshomaru’s delightfully naughty tail, cut off her mental prep talk. “I don’t remember the banana trying to pet me while I was doing this.”
“Banana?”
The young miko squeaked in surprise, her startled gaze lifting to meet his. ‘I said that out loud?!’
*-SNAP-*
Kagome grimaced as she looked back down to where her shocked fingers had slipped and lost their hold on what she was doing. ‘Well, that’s one way to get it on.’ Forcing a smile, she looked back up to Sesshomaru. “All done,” she chirped with false cheeriness.
Sesshomaru, his eyes slipping closed in a long draw in an attempt to block out the lingering sting from the miko’s lapse, began wondering once again just why he was indulging in this ridiculous contraption of hers. ‘Ah yes,’ he recalled. ‘Sexual gratification without consequence. Well then…’ Taking hold of the miko’s hips he brought her closer, settling her on his lap with her legs straddling his waist. “Come, girl,” he ordered. “Accustom yourself to me.”
Kagome was…confused. She was sitting naked in his lap. How much more accustomed could she get? But, upon seeing the amused smirk working its way onto Sesshomaru’s lips in response to her confused expression, she suddenly realized what exactly he was saying. “You mean…you want me to…you’re not going to…but…but I…I don’t…”
A slight shifting of her hips to settle himself just below her opening, pressing lightly into her wetness with the thick tip of his length, effectively silenced the miko’s words. “Your body will direct your movements,” he informed her with far more patience than he felt he had in that moment. The girl had been right about the device she had put on him; he could still feel the blazing heat of her distinctly even through the thin covering, and the urge to simply thrust into her roughly was nearly overpowering. But he held himself still, wanting her to take this step.
“It will be easier on you.” Not to mention on him. He could just imagine what tearing forcefully into her would cause her erratic powers to do. In a moment of pleasure she had given him back his arm. He wasn’t willing to risk being the cause of her moment of pain, especially considering what would have been causing her pain. Besides, watching the little virgin girl squirm had easily become his favorite pastime.
Confused, and having absolutely no idea how to go about the whole thing, Kagome tensed in uncertainty. But Sesshomaru, while enjoying her skittish reactions, was not about to let her hesitations hold her back for long. He slid his hands up from where they had rested on her hips, dragging them slowly across her skin in a gentle, heated caress until he reached her arms, and lifted them slowly, directing her to settle her hands on his shoulders. Once satisfied she was holding herself steady, he brought his arms around her back, pulling her body closer to him as he leaned into her to tease the lush mounds of her breasts with his mouth.
Kagome gasped when she felt his mouth wrap around the sensitive peak of her breast. His slow, gentle motions against her were causing her body to react, to remind her of the heat that had not been abated completely following her last release. She could feel the slight pressure against her centre, feel the pulsing heat that she knew was not her own, and it made her want to press into it, to increase the pressure, to feel more of the heat.
Slowly, tentatively, she began to rock her hips forward. At first, she was only teasing against the heat and the pressure that she found as she rubbed herself against him, but as his gentle caress against her chest began to take on more aggressive motions, his mouth breaking from soft suckling and licks to nipping hard against her flesh on one breast and his hand kneading her other with strong pulls, the heat he was building in her body gradually began to take over her actions.
With a thoughtless roll of her hips in response to sensation and instinct, she had taken the fully engorged head of his arousal into her heat. She gasped softly and stilled her movement, trying to adjust to the feeling of having herself spread around him in such a way.
Pulling back from her chest to keep himself from biting down with too much force in the instant that her heat surrounded him for the first time, Sesshomaru growled deeply, his claws flexing against her back as he tried to restrain himself from the urge to press into her further. She was so hot, so tight, and so fucking ready to be taken. He just wanted to take hold of her hips and slam her little body down onto him to bury himself fully in the hot, clenching folds of her.
“Sesshomaru?”
Her small, timid voice calling his name nearly broke through his resolve.
“Keep going, girl,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hands sliding to her hips to urge her to pull back before guiding her down again, pushing deeper, feeling the virginal walls tremble around him before relaxing to stretch and accommodate his heavy girth.
She cried out when she felt him pressing into her, her grip on his shoulders tightening almost painfully as she struggled to hold herself back. But when she felt him slip out of her again, the emptiness she felt following caused her to whimper in need. Without thought she pressed herself down again, feeling him fill her even more, crying out again at the new sensation, the tightening of her muscles around him as her body shuddered in waves of ecstasy.
When he pushed her back again, the slow, dragging pull against her insides had her so completely lost hat she hardly heard his voice. “Look at me.” She did, pulling her head back from where she had buried it against his neck to meet the burning crimson of his eyes. “No more waiting, girl,” he told her, knowing he couldn’t hold back much longer for her to ready herself. “Take it all.” Without waiting for her response, he brought one hand up behind her head, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss fueled by need and desire; as his other hand found its way to the curve of her lower back, pressing her forcefully down against him, forcing her to take the full length of him into her tight passage.
Her scream was consumed as he continued distracting her with the actions of his lips and tongue, coaxing her expertly to respond to his demands as he held her flush against him. His rumbling growl of pleasure was shaking through his chest, the heat of her tiny body surrounding him completely and the tight clenching of her inner muscles causing him to throb and twitch in a nearly painful need to move within her. But he forced himself still as he held her to him, allowing her to time to adjust to being stretched out to her fullest.
She was lost. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel the painful stretch of her inner walls as he settled himself within her. But, she realized, it wasn’t really painful at all. It was new, and slightly uncomfortable; but as the tight clenching of her newly used muscles began to relax, she began to feel the throbbing heat; hers and his, meeting together, driving each other to new levels of heat, of pleasure.
She moaned deeply when she felt him shift slightly within her, responding unconsciously by shifting her hips to press harder against him. The distraction of his mouth moving against hers, the feeling of his long tongue running along hers and pulling her deeper into his kiss, into his passion; made her forget that she didn’t know what she was doing, and she simply responded.
Her hips rocked foreword against his, the feeling of him shifting within her, rubbing against her slick walls, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her frame, causing her muscles to clamp down again around him, stilling her movements and drawing from her Inu a deep groan. She smiled to herself at the sound, repeating the motion, pressing harder, enveloping him deeper in her heat. But this time he met her thrust with one of his own, and she was forced to pull away from his mouth to scream out her pleasure.
As her body arched into him when she threw her head back, Sesshomaru took the opportunity to latch onto her breast again, biting hard into her tender flesh to give him another taste of her thick, heated blood. Her body jerked violently, forcing her hips forward again to slam into his, and he growled deeply in appreciation, lapping languidly against the flow of blood as her powers surged up from beneath the surface of her skin to heal the damage.
Without letting her slip away from him again, Sesshomaru tightened his hold around her back and began lowering her to the ground. She was ready, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. The coursing shiver that spread through her when her heated skin came in contact with the cool grass, he stopped abruptly as he pressed into her, his control over her complete as he settled himself above her, trapping her tiny frame beneath him.
But the little miko was full of surprises for him, and rather than letting herself submit to the pleasure he would give her, she wrapped her long legs around his waist, giving herself the leverage to pull herself up to him, to meet his thrust with her own. She was holding him to her, preventing him from increasing his speed with her legs and the tight clenching of her heated passage. He allowed her this, allowed himself to fall into a slow, languid pace, allowed himself to feel the way she would clamp so tightly around him, giving over her heat and wild passion just before he would pull back, slipping slowly away from her before dropping back into her heat.
This was heaven, she was sure of it. With every thrust it felt as though he was pushing deeper into her, becoming more a part of her. She could feel his throbbing heat merging with her own; feel the pulses of their need grow closer and closer together. She willed him to still within her with every thrust, her muscles both inward and outward holding his body against her, reveling in the feeling of having this being separate from her be one with her as well.
Every time he would pull away from her, she would moan deeply with the loss, only to gasp in pure pleasure when he would slowly push himself into her again, giving her more of him, more feeling, more pleasure. But every time, too, she could feel herself tighten even more, desperate to keep him tight within her. A pulling tremor from deep within her signaled the beginning of the end. She cried out desperately when he pulled back from her, aching, needing to have him buried within her, to let loose the tightness.
“Good gods, woman,” Sesshomaru breathed out as he forced himself back from her again. She was so demanding and so completely irresistible. He found himself wanting to give her her pleasure, wanting to give her over to the fires he could feel building within her. She was so hot, so tight, and so fucking good. He had never felt anything like this, never allowed himself to just give over to the sensations in this slow, torturous movement. And the way her walls were trembling around him, trying to force him to stay buried within her heat, it was becoming almost painful to pull away.
“Please, Sesshomaru.” She was begging him. She was so close. She could feel her body preparing for something incredible. The tight pull from deep within her was so tight it felt as though it would break at any moment. And she wanted it to, wanted him to give it to her.
Her whimpered plea was all he could take. With a fierce growl of conquest he thrust into her hard, filling her completely with every inch of his throbbing length.
She threw her head back, screaming out in rapture as her body was overtaken with waves of ecstasy, the fires of her passion exploding before her eyes in hot flashes of blinding white light. It was all Sesshomaru could do to hold himself steady as the heat of her release washed over him, her radiant light spilling into him in a heated caress of her mind-numbing pleasure and her inner muscles squeezing against him in rippling waves trying to milk his essence from him.
Growling deeply, he pulled away from her, thrusting into her again in a jarring impact, slamming himself deeper into the pulsing heat of her core. She screamed again, her body still lost in her euphoria, and again he pulled back only to force himself forward again and bury himself in her hot passage in a harsh thrust.
But it wasn’t enough. He had had all he could take of this. He needed more. “You’ve had your time, bitch,” he growled out deeply with another hard thrust into her blazing heat. “Now it is mine.”
Pulling out of her so quickly she hardly had time to realized the loss, he took hold of her hips and spun her over, dragging her to her knees as he settled himself behind her. Positioning himself just outside of her entrance, he leaned down to her, his body surrounding her smaller frame. “Scream for me,” he whispered darkly into her ear.
And when he forced himself back into her aching centre, she did just that. Her body had become his as he slammed into her, riding her roughly like the beast her was; and she was loving it, reveling in the harsh treatment as her body continued being racked with coursing tremors of rapture and her powers surged in hot waves of brilliant light to battle against the dark rising of his as he lost himself in the primal call.
Over and over he slammed into her, his hips meeting against the soft curve of her backside with jarring force, each time ripping a desperate cry of pain and pleasure from her. She could do nothing but let him have her. He was moving against her with such speed and such force that she didn’t even have time to think about keeping up with him. Her breathing had become harsh, ragged, and her heart was pumping so hard she could hear the rushing pulse of it as the liquid fire in her veins pounded through her head.
But then he shifted, dropping his arms down to wrap around her chest, pulling her upper body back against his; and the world was turned upside down. His thrusts, still hard and sure, were becoming faster, but driving deeper into her, filling her so completely she could do nothing but scream out when her body started shaking again with the crippling waves of her release as it tore through her.
And he, holding her tiny frame against his, making sure he kept this precious gem safe from the crushing force he was delivering against her, had lost all measure of restraint. Her slick heat and her clenching walls, her desperate cries and screams of rapture, the radiant fires of her light as they lifted around her to meet and combat against the crimson fires of his own; had taken over everything in his mind. There was only him and her, and his need to have her, to feel her, to take all of her. And so he continued driving himself into her, relishing the blazing heat and the surging of powers, the sounds of her voice and the calling of her body.
His hold on the beast was slipping away, and the thick rumbling of its pleasure was coming out between muffled pants and growls with every hard thrust against the soft body of his little bitch. She was writhing against him, her lithe body thrashing wildly every time he would fill her, clamping down around him as she screamed out her rapture on her way towards another staggering cadence.
But this time he would join her in her release. He could feel it building within him, the tight, coiling pressure that constricted against the onslaught of the all-consuming heat. He let it overtake him, let the fires take their ruling over him, let his rapture be released.
With one final, powerful thrust into the receiving heat of the little miko, Sesshomaru found his release. His head tilted back as he howled his pleasure out; and joining with him, lifting her voice to carry with his, the little miko he had found such satisfaction in told him one last time that he had given her equal pleasure.
Spent, his energy drained by such a staggering release, Sesshomaru slowly lowered the still trembling miko to her knees, letting himself take a moment to rest against her as his heaving chest strained to draw air into his lungs and calm the heavy panting. He was still buried within her, could still feel the rippling jolts of her spasming core and the blazing heat coupled with the slick moisture dripping from her centre. An aftershock pulsed through his body, a wave of pure pleasure and satisfaction that had him growling again in bliss.
Beneath him, he could feel the light shaking of the little miko’s body. Honing his senses to once again take focus on something besides sensation, he curiously found her laughing lightly as she twirled her little fingers through his hair that had fallen down around her in a curtain of silver.
“So,” she drawled out as she twisted slightly to face him. Her skin was still flushed with the pulsing heat of her rushing blood, her tender lips pink and swollen from so much activity; but her eyes, crystal blue lined with light moisture and hooded slightly telling of her exhaustion and content, were still sparked with a slight gleam of mischief. “That was it, huh?” she asked with another light giggle.
He grunted slightly in response, not deeming such a ridiculous statement worthy of words and used her distracted giggles to pull himself out of her. Her laughter was cut off instantly with a long hiss when she felt herself robbed of his length, and he smirked to himself. The bitch would likely be ready for another round if he would allow it. Shaking his head slightly at his own foolishness, knowing that dawn was rapidly approaching and he was scheduled to return to his ward and retainer, he quickly reached down and rid himself of the offending item that was still clinging to him.
When he looked back to the miko, he found her gathering herself together, rising up on her knees and turning to face him. When she looked at him then, he could see the way her eyes had darkened slightly with realization and understanding. He found that he didn’t like it, didn’t like that she would look at him in any way but for when her eyes were clouded with lust. He reached out to her, pulling her tight to him as he claimed her lips in a long, passionate kiss.
She gave herself over to him again, loving the way he could make her forget even the worst pains with something so simple as a kiss. She took his silent offer of support greedily, wrapping her arms around him again and pulling her body as tightly to his as she could manage, feeling his heat and strength one last time before she would be forced to part with him. But gods he was just so good at this! He could make her melt with only a touch, make her wet with his kiss, make her writhe with unmatched pleasure with hardly any thought. And she loved it, had lost herself to it, to him.
Finally separating, Kagome released a long sigh of satisfaction as she looked up to her demon lover. “Wow,” she whispered, not having any other words to describe how completely wonderful she felt.
And though he didn’t say anything, didn’t give any motion to give it away, the deep amber of his eyes as they locked onto the crystal blue of hers conveyed the immensity of his content as his mind was whispering her very words.
‘Wow.’
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Finally! Good gracious that took long enough!
Now remember girls, no glove no love :) A message from your friendly neighborhood Shadow.
TaTa