Love...Has Nothing to do With This by ShadowsWeaver1
She was on her knees before him. Her bare skin under the light of the stars so pale, but where his body had held her, where his hands had brushed her skin and where her passions burned the hottest; it was blushed, pinked with color by her rushing blood. And by the gods her blood was sweet, stinging with power but so pure and so rich it set his blood on fire with blazing desire.
Not caring anymore to restrain himself, he reached out to her, capturing her body in his arms and drawing her to him. She had gasped softly, a sound full of awe and hope as it reached his ears. His appreciation of her thrummed in his chest, growing in volume as her soft, heated skin was pressed against him again.
His hand shifted, pulling over her shoulder to drop in a long, lazy stroke. Tracing the curve of her breast, he ran his fingers just around the sensitive flesh only to pass them by and sprawl his hand across her stomach. He shifted, pressing down on her as his fingers slipped lower, pressing into the slick outer folds of her heat. Gently, slowly, he pressed into her, pulling out the motion to listen to her quiet gasps and sighs of pleasure. Her head rolled forward to rest against his shoulder, supporting her as her tired body was once again being stirred into wakefulness.
“I believe you are not yet ready to cool off, miko,” he told her as he pushed deeper into her. Her only response was a low groan and the slight rolling of her hips as she tried to press herself onto him further.
He smirked at her wantonness. She was such a lusty little bitch, but then, he was perfectly suited to sedate her. After all, it was in his nature. His eyes flashed; a sharp glint in the golden oceans.
She was a worthy conquest.
With a low growl he claimed her lips. She responded to him immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. She parted her lips, inviting him into her sweetness, and he took to her ravenously.
Needing more than the feel of her with his fingers, he removed them swiftly from her sick folds, thrusting his hips upwards instantly to take over her glorious heat with his stiffened shaft now pulsing with new heat and new desire.
She stiffened against him, a tiny whimper leaving her lips. He could feel her hesitation, smell her anxiety. “Do not fret, little miko,” he purred in her ear as he slowly thrust upwards again. “I have no intention of burying my seed within you. I would much rather see it spread upon your body and your lips.”
Not being able to help herself, Kagome moaned softly at the erotic images presented in her mind when he said those words. Her inner muscles tightened around him as her body reacted to her desire and she pulled him closer, her lips seeking his once more.
Sesshomaru accepted her advance with a lustful growl, his hips thrusting up to meet hers again, pressing himself firmly into her heat, feeling the tight clenching of her slick walls around him. “Your body was made to please me, bitch,” he breathed out huskily as he thrust again and again felt himself captured in the sinful heat of her molten core. “By the time I have had my fill of you, you shall no longer be able to walk.”
He felt her stiffen against him, heard her shuddering intake of breath. Smirking wickedly as his eyes wisped with lines of crimson, he leaned forward to her ear. “Do I frighten you, little miko,” he asked in a dark whisper.
She snapped back from him, her eyes finding his and locking on in determination. “You’ve never freighted me, Sesshomaru.”
His lips lifted in a slow, predatory smirk as his eyes were taken over by the crimson fires. She never backed away, never backed down. Even as the restless fires of his spirit surged around him in whipping currents of raging heat. She never even flinched, only responded to his threat by calling upon her own power, sealing herself within a barrier of soft and shimmering light.
“Good,” he told her slowly as he used their connection to tilt her back, lowering her body to the ground once more. Even before he had settled her back, his lips had claimed hers once more. His kiss was hard, demanding, and forceful; but she fought against him still, her lips and tongue moving against his just as forcefully. Pulling back at last, Sesshomaru liked his lips with a languid stroke of his tongue.
“I am going to fuck you now, bitch. And you will enjoy it.” He leaned into her, his lips taking hers for only an instant in a brutal kiss before he pulled back. “Immensely.”
Grabbing hold of her legs roughly, he drew them up, causing the young miko to gasp when the motion caused him to shift within her. But he didn’t give her any time to adjust herself. With her legs held tightly against his chest, Sesshomaru pulled her up level with his hips and began pumping himself into her. Beneath him, the miko shuddered and jerked, her body thrashing as it was slammed into again and again by his heavy cock.
Her short cries of elation and euphoria, he met with long growls of pleasure and of rapture. He lost himself in the rhythm, in the feeling of her hot little body, her tender skin under his hands, her slick heat surrounding him and clenching against him in throbbing pulses that shot waves of ecstasy through his entire being, her scent of purity and power that now carried traces of him as well, and in the siren call pulled from her voice with every sound she made that spoke to him of her rapture and filled him with a need to have more.
Her next climax hit her hard. It shook through her frame in wave after wave, and she screamed her release to him. Hissing in mindless pleasure, he allowed her to draw him to her and still his motions for a brief moment. In that moment, he lost himself again in the rippling waves of pleasure that smoothed over him as her muscles pulled and trembled against him.
But before her breathing had even started to even out, he was pushing into her again. He shifted, bracing his knees behind the soft curve of her backside as he lowered her legs to drape over his hips. His hands slid up her sides in a strong pull, sliding her arms above her head before wrapping around her back to take hold of her shoulders.
Pulling down roughly on her shoulders, he slammed her hips forward to meet against his own. “Would you still defy me, miko?” he asked in a low growl.
Forcing herself to take a few long breaths to stop her heavy panting, Kagome locked her eyes onto his again. Her body was still lost in its euphoria, still tingling with the explosive heat of her last release; but her mind was still hers to control. Though numbed with pleasure and groggy with exhaustion, still she would not relent to him.
Her feet pressed against the ground and she lifted her hips to grind herself against his groin. “You like it when I defy you,” she told him, a smug grin parting on her lips when she saw his jaw muscles clench to fight back a groan. “Just admit that you want me.”
“I think not, miko,” he informed her coolly as he leaned down to nip at her ear. “It is you that shall be begging for me.”
He pulled back from her, sliding himself almost all the way out of her tight passage. Capturing her wrists with his hands, he drew her arms up over her head before pinning them there with his tail. He smirked slightly when her hips surged up again. The motion was responsive, unintentional, and the miko scowled.
“It seems you are well on your way,” he said haughtily, his hands fluttering over her sides and drawing from her a trembling shiver. He leaned into her, but still keeping himself from moving any further into her hot passage. His lips brushed over hers lightly. “Just say it,” he whispered, shifting his hips with a slight movement, pressing into her an inch only to pull back again to rest just outside of her entrance. “Tell me you want me.”
She glared at him angrily, giving a futile tug against where her wrists were restrained. “Let me go,” she told him sternly.
“Are you sure?” he questioned silkily as he rolled his hips forward to press himself into her. Her head fell back, her eyes closing tightly as she bit back her moan of pleasure. Smirking, he leaned down to her chest, rolling his tongue over a pert nipple before taking it into his mouth to suckle at it lightly. “Tell me, miko,” he whispered against her skin.
“N-ah!” His long thrust cut off her protest sharply. Gasping to regain her lost breath, Kagome tried again to tell him that she wasn’t going to beg him for what he was giving her so freely just to rub his male ego…Rub…She smirked. She had an idea.
“I don’t have to beg for what I can do myself. But...” she paused, lifting her hips slightly so that he slipped within her, pressing against her slick walls, “If you’re a good boy and let me go, I might let you watch.”
The sharp pain of his fangs slicing through her breast ripped through her suddenly, and she cried out at the sensation. But Kagome fought through the hazy layer of pain and pleasure that followed as her powers surged up to heal her flesh leaving hot wakes of shivering sensation behind, to hear Sesshomaru’s response.
“So bold, little bitch,” his voice rumbled even as his tongue swept out lazily to draw against her breast and clear away the last traces of her blood. Pressing into her slowly, taking her fully with his throbbing length, he groaned deeply. “Your body calls for me, throbs with need to be filled with me. But still you defy me, still you deny me.” Sliding himself out of her slowly, he pressed forwards again with a hard thrust and a low growl. “Do you have any idea how much that entices me to simply ravish you?” He shifted against her; bring his mouth to her ear. His jaw snapped with an audible click as his deadly fangs clashed. “You are lucky, little miko, that your proposal is of interest to this Sesshomaru.”
His voice made her shiver. The hard edge and the cool measure of it so vastly different from the low rumbles thick with want and desire. Swallowing thickly, Kagome watched as he pulled himself back slowly from her. He was watching her intently, his golden eyes almost fierce as they locked onto her, gleaming in the moonlight that made him look exactly what he was: a predator.
Then he was pulling at her wrists, the silken fibers of his tail tugging gently but firmly for her to bring her arms down, releasing her only when her hands were resting over her sex. Sitting back from her, though not removing himself from her sinful heat, Sesshomaru gave her one sharp thrust before stilling completely, watching her skittish reactions beneath him,.
Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, embarrassment mixed together with lust and desire, and her hands shifted nervously against her own skin. “Come now, miko,” he intoned smoothly as he rested one of his hands atop of hers and began coaxing her into moving against herself. “Where is your bravado now? Surely you know how to pleasure yourself.”
Her embarrassed blush heating her cheeks even further, Kagome narrowed her eyes at his teases. “I know better than you,” she told him heatedly as she brought a hand to her mouth and slipped her fingers between her lips to wet them. She saw the way he looked at her when she did it, saw the way his eyes darkened to deep amber and hooded slightly as he took in what she was doing. She could feel his reaction too. Within her, his heated length pulsed strongly, tensing slightly to press more firmly against he inner walls.
Her lips lifted in a slight smirk. She took her time slaving her fingers, rolling them with her tongue with obvious innuendo. Finally deciding she had enough, she brought her hand back down to her centre. With skilled fingers, she worked the tight bundle of nerves settled above her opening, moaning and sighing softly at the new sensations produced for her to be stimulated at the same time as stretched full with his heavy girth. Her soft, fluttering strokes became harder, more determined as she rubbed herself, bringing her closer to another release.
But then, just as she stretched out her free hand to trail it lightly along the rippling muscles of Sesshomaru stomach, he shifted, wrapping his arm under one of her legs. His motions were so tiny at first she could hardly feel them against the pulsing heat running through her. But they steadily grew, moving deeper, but never deep enough, always pulling back again as swiftly as he had entered.
Her fingers will still moving, though almost of their own accord, building the fires towards her explosive release. But his movements within her, the short, rushed thrusts, they forced back her much desired release, make her ache in deeper place that wouldn’t allow her to go without being filled. She could feel the molten heat gathering; feel the way her muscles were tensing in response to the motions of her fingers. But she was being held back.
“Sesshomaru,” she called his name. A small, desperate cry. She wasn’t thinking of anything anymore except for her need.
“Tell me what you want, bitch,” he bit out with a low growl, forcing his thrusts to remain shallow and quick, never giving her the pleasure of feeling him slip more than an inch into her needy body.
“You!” she screamed desperately. “I want you! Please, Sesshomaru.”
When he slammed himself into her, her scream was ragged. It tore from her throat in a desperate cry as her mind and body were washed over by a blinding surge of absolute ecstasy. Her body trembled and shook, coursing waves of pleasure shivering through every muscle and burning through every vein.
Gritting his teeth as she once again tried to milk him of his resolve as her body was thrown in her rapture; Sesshomaru felt the strong pulse of his own need that told him he couldn’t hold out any more. With a long hiss he ripped himself out of her heat, taking tight hold of his slicked length in his hand. He began pumping himself hard, pulling himself towards his release. He was leaning over her, watching her flushed body, the way her chest was heaving in shortened draws of air. Her scent surrounded him, speaking of utter content, of absolute satisfaction.
But it was when her eyes finally slipped open to meet his, the beauteous blue swirling so deeply with her emotions, that he finally felt the last hold of his restraint give out. His head tilted back, his upper lip lifting as his fangs drew out. One final stroke and his hips bucked forward, his release exploding from him in throbbing pulses of liquid fire.
He felt the miko’s legs give slightly under his weight as he pressed against them, but he couldn’t stop. His left arm shot forward to catch himself as he fell forward over her, and slowly, almost painfully, he pulled his hand away from his spent cock, resting it lightly against the planes of her stomach and tracing his claws through the thick, milky liquid settled on her skin and mixing in with the light sheen of sweat coating her body.
He smiled slightly as he continued tracing his way up her, finding more and more of his essence settled on her beautifully flushed skin and making her shiver lightly with his caress. “Such a shame, miko,” he said softly as he settled himself slightly on his side, his left elbow keeping most of his weight off of her. His right hand continued stroking across her skin, finding its way to the swell of her breast, sliding easily along her moistened skin. “You look so fetching covered in my pleasure that I almost do not wish to wash you.” He smirked as he leaned over her again, his lips capturing hers in a long, hungry kiss. “Almost,” he whispered as he pulled back from her.
The miko shivered beneath him, releasing a tiny mewling sound that was almost enough to stir his cock to life again. Releasing a low chuckle, Sesshomaru slipped his tail behind the girl’s back and began pulling her up with him. “It seems I have stolen your words,” he teased lightly as he pulled her up into his arms, guiding her to wrap her long legs around his waist to gain her own support as he stood.
“You…haven’t stolen…anything from me,” Kagome mumbled sleepily as she leaned against him, letting him move her as he pleased.
Again Sesshomaru indulged himself in a low chuckle. “Oh,” he corrected her, “but I have taken something from you.” He nudged his nose into the curve of her neck, breathing deeply of her lush scent. “And it is something you shall never regain.”
“Hmm,” she sighed dreamily. “Virginity is overrated.”
“Not as far as I am concerned,” he replied with a slight squeeze on her thighs as he pulled her forward to press her hot moisture against his stirring arousal.
He carried her to the crystal waters of the spring, stepping in and wading through the softly heated waters until he found a small shelf submerged for him to sit on. Lowering himself slowly so that the miko could adjust herself to the new heat of the water, he seated himself and brought her down over him, pushing into her soft folds once more.
She whimpered quietly when she felt him enter her, her body tensing in apprehension. But he understood. She couldn’t take any more, and he would not force it on her. She had pleased him well. “Hush now, little miko,” he soothed her quietly as he began drawing his hands up from the water behind her and running soft streams of moisture along her skin. “I intend only to cleanse you.”
With a long sigh, Kagome allowed herself to relax, leaning forward and Sesshomaru’s chest and simply enjoying the feeling of his hands running along her skin and the sensation of having him tight within her. She felt so fulfilled, so utterly content.
But… “Sesshomaru?” she asked quietly.
“Hn,” he replied distractedly, his hands still running in lazy patterns up her back as he washed her.
“Would you…” She paused, feeling slightly silly for this to mean so much to her. But… “Would you say my name?”
His hands stilled instantly. He had stiffened beneath her, and for Kagome, that had said enough. “I’m sorry,” she whispered meekly as she pulled back from him, lowering her head slightly in defeat. She felt cheated somehow. She had known that Sesshomaru didn’t have any feelings for her. She knew that this was never going to happen again. But still there was a part of her that ached for something else, something more.
She shifted, finding better supports for her legs and moving to remove herself from him. But his hands caught her hips, pushing her down again and holding her there. Her breath caught on a muffled sob, and, slowly, she began lifting her eyes to his. She had expected to see the glowing crimson fires of the beast, expected to see him asserting himself against her once again. But when she finally met his eyes, it was placid gold that she saw, soft and contemplative.
He reached to her cheek with one hand, smoothing over it lightly with the backs of his fingers. Then he leaned towards her, stopping only a breath away from her lips. His eyes though, they never left hers. They captured her in their steady gaze, so intense she felt as though he was looking straight into her soul.
Finally, he spoke. His voice soft but steady, and with every motion of his lips she could feel them brush delicately against her own. “It would be my pleasure, Kagome.”
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This story is so addictive. Every time I think I’m done with it, my hentai muses come knocking on my door and tell met they have a little surprise for me. Imagine how wonderful that surprise when they unwrap a naked Sesshomaru and then tell me to get to work. Who am I to deny such an inspiration?
Well, like always, I hope everyone has enjoyed themselves.
Cheers
Shadow