Love...Has Nothing to do With This by ShadowsWeaver1
“Take off your armor and swords and sit here.”
Kagome smirked devilishly at the way Sesshomaru lifted a sculpted eyebrow at her order. But hell, this was his idea, and she was going to be the one making a fool of herself, so he was just going to have to deal with it. When he still didn’t move to her request, she gestured towards the well again, lifting one of her eyebrows in challenge…it didn’t work very well, being that she apparently didn’t possess the ability to lift only one eyebrow, but whatever, it managed to get the result she wanted.
Sesshomaru moved over to the well and lowered himself to a seated position on the rim of old wood before slowly beginning to relieve himself of his weaponry and armor. Satisfied that he was sitting and wouldn’t impede her little show, Kagome turned away from him and quickly spread out her sleeping bag on the grass. The last time had been fun and all, but she could really go without the grass burns on her back this time around. Besides, it still wasn’t evening, and she wasn’t about to be caught in broad daylight with her pants down, literally, by some too-nosey-for-their-own-good person who was too dense to take heed of the dangerous swells of youki that were being released by Sesshomaru to ward others from this area…no names being mentioned, of course.
Once finishing spreading the blanket out on the grass, Kagome stood and turned back to Sesshomaru. Her eyes narrowed on him slightly when she caught the rather heated quality of his gaze, a gaze that she was certain had only moments before been completely enthralled by her swaying backside as she spread out her blanket. He really was a hentai…maybe even worse than Miroku. At least the lecherous monk made an attempt at looking innocent after indulging himself in ogling a female’s derriere, but Sesshomaru didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he was ogling her.
Well, she decided with a slight smirk, he could ogle all he wanted but… “No touching,” Kagome informed him sternly. “You can only watch.”
“Miko…”
“No.” Kagome cut off his warning or his statement of ‘this Sesshomaru can touch whatever his grabby hands want to touch,’ or whatever, quickly. “That’s the rule if you want me to do this. No touching, only watching.” He narrowed his eyes slightly on her, but Kagome only laughed. “It’s not so bad,” she teased lightly. “You’re not the one making a fool of yourself. And besides,” she gave him a wink, “I hear that guys really get off on this sort of thing.”
Well, that certainly got his attention. Though he couldn’t quite understand how not being able to touch his female was going to be a good thing, especially since he had been denied her presence for a full two days and nights and he was being made painfully aware of her lacking presence by the fact that even his loose fitting silk pants seemed about five sizes too small.
But, if it was any consolation, and it was, the heated blush of embarrassment that was spread over the miko’s cheeks, down her neck, and likely dipping even lower to flush the tender mounds of her breasts, seemed a good enough return for his momentary inability to touch her…and it would be momentary, because the instant she offered herself to him properly he was going to be on her, in her, taking her, slamming himself into her dripping centre, making her scream his name, call out as only she could to make his beast purr with sheer pleasure, driving himself into her until she exploded with consuming heat and radiant power…He was forced to bite back a groan as his drifting thoughts made him throb painfully in need. The miko really needed to get a move on things or he was going to end up forgetting about his desire to have her willing submission and simply fuck her until she was so exhausted and sedated that she couldn’t offer her witty retorts or play any of her arousing games.
Kagome had seen the thin wisps of crimson fire that were bleeding into his eyes, and she had to bit her tongue to keep herself from laughing. He wanted her, even though he was making her go through this ridiculous display to appease his inner dog, he was punishing himself nearly as badly as her by forcing himself to wait. She smirked. And he would be waiting, and by the time she had finished with him, he would be nearly at the breaking point…that is, of course, if she could actually convince her nerve to show up so that she could start.
Forcing herself to swallow down the thickness in her throat, Kagome fumbled with her little MP3 player. She realized, a bit belatedly, that it would be very difficult to attach the thing to her clothing if she planned on taking it off. But she was quickly hit with inspiration. Lifting her hair into a sloppy bun, she used the headphone wires to tie the music player into her hair. Shaking her head slightly to make sure it would stay put, she nodded to herself in approval before setting the headphones in her ears.
With a deep breath and a silent prayer that all those nights at the clubs with her friends would pay off for her, Kagome turned on the music. She smiled at the way Sesshomaru’s eyes widened slightly when the light beat filtered into his sensitive ears, gave him a wink, and then started moving to the music.
At first the beat was slow, and she rocked her hips rhythmically, her hands caressing over her curves as she moved through the seductive dance. She had closed her eyes to him, enveloping herself in the sound of the music, in the beat and the movements of her body, and in the heat that was building in her that drove her onwards. She could feel his eyes on her, and it excited her more than she could say.
When finally the pace of the song began to pick up, she turned away from him, dipping herself down to the ground only to pull herself up again slowly. Looking over her shoulder, she could see his eyes trained on the tight curve of her back end, the crimson fires having long ago taken over the placid gold, and she smiled with wicked glee. As she straightened herself, she caught her hands on her shirt, pulling it fluidly over her head as she continued with the dance.
She heard the low growl from behind her when her skin was finally reveled to him, and she smirked, tossing her shirt over her shoulder. So distracted by what she was doing, he just barely managed to catch it before it hit him. He growled again, but the angry vibration to it was quickly cut off when she began slinking her jeans off her hips.
She felt so naughty! But it was so exhilarating! She couldn’t help herself; she wiggled her way out of her tight fitting jeans slowly, pausing every once in a while to keep in beat with the music, to tease him with another piece of flesh. When she finally moved to pull the denim from her legs, she did so with lazy, languid motions, taking her time with each leg, running her hands along her creamy skin, and reveling in the low rumbles of his appreciation she could hear from behind her.
Only when she was down to her undergarments, did she turn back to him. Her body still swaying and rocking with the music, she stepped towards him. Sliding a finger between her lips, she moistened it with her tongue before letting it slip down over her chin. Her head tilted back, fully revealing her neck as she continued trailing her finger over her skin, leaving a light line of moisture behind.
Having ticked off one point on her list of things that needed to be done for his doggyness, Kagome lowered herself slowly into a crouch in front of him. Her hands settled on his knees, applying light pressure to make him spread his legs slightly to give her room to move. He gave her that, but when she leaned into him, brushing against him seductively as she arched her back to bring her to a standing position again, his hands caught her hips.
Freezing in her dance at the sudden intrusion, Kagome narrowed her eyes angrily. Without giving him any more opportunity, she leaned in quickly to his ear, taking the fine tip between her teeth and biting down as hard as she could. His breathing caught on a ragged snarl, but it was quickly replaced with a light whining sound, and he reluctantly let his hold on her tender skin slip away.
What was she doing to him? Sesshomaru hadn’t even known he could make such a pathetic sounding whimper. She had punished him, and he hadn’t been offended in the slightest, had even gone so far as to whine out his apology, telling her he would be good. Good? Since when was he good? And since when did he care what a female wanted from him, let alone let one punish him?
He was reminded of exactly when this change had occurred though when the miko finally released her hold on his ear and promptly turned away from him, leaving him the urge to call her back. He just barely managed to contain the light whimper that wanted to escape him. How fucking embarrassing! She was turning him into a whimpering little pup. Though, thankfully, she couldn’t really understand what he was saying. She did, however, seem very pleased with herself, and he could only imagine what she was reading from the noises he was making. Great Kami! When she had told him she would concede to his request, he had thought it was going to be her that was left feeling subdued. Apparently, he had never been more wrong.
Seeing her slowly strip away her clothing, her body rocking and swaying to the beat of the music she was playing, watching as her hands traveled over her skin, was driving him insane with the desire to have his hands replace hers, for him to be the one feeling her tender body, to be the one to give her pleasure. She was driving him mad with her sinful dance. His breathing was already labored, coming out in short pants, and the only thing keeping his hands restrained from reaching out to her was the tight grip he had on the wood of the well beneath him…but, if this went on much longer, the poison beginning to drip from his claws was going to eat through even the enchanted wood.
She had brought her hand up behind her, pausing only for a moment to make sure he was watching, and then proceeded to unlock the clasp on her bra. The dammed things were expensive, and he had already ruined one. She was hoping that he would at least get some of the idea through his clouded mind on how to remove the undergarment without tearing it to shreds.
And though Sesshomaru may have, possibly, noted how the garment was removed, any further thought about her clothing was swiftly swept from his mind when he was greeted with the sight of her fully bare back. And any thought at all was promptly ripped away from him with a shudder of desire when the miko inched her way back towards him and lowered the luscious curve of her backside to brush against his throbbing cock as she continued swaying her hips to the music.
He groaned deeply, his hips thrusting upwards despite his best efforts to keep himself still. Kami, this was killing him! Though, he decided as she pulled herself away and started to tease at the light layer of cloth that was the only reaming barrier left on her body, there were definitely worse ways to die.
Kagome’s hands were shaking when she finally began to pull down her panties. It was strange, she thought, that her nervousness would return now, but it was there nonetheless. Forcing herself to take a few deep breaths, and taking a moment to let the beat of the movement to take over the motions of her body again, she fought back her nerves and finally pulled the soft material away from her body.
Her heart was pounding as she slowly lowered herself onto the blanket she had stretched out on the ground, but she forced herself to keep going. Crawling slowly on her hands and knees, she tugged the wires from her ears before finally brought herself to a stop. With a deep breath, she looked over her shoulder to him, but what she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
He was standing behind her. His eyes were burning with such intensity that it made her shiver. The lines of crimson streaking his face had been twisted and contorted to jagged paths ripping across his skin. And all around him, dark currents of energy were whipping in a chaotic dance, sending his long mane of silver hair carelessly into the chaos.
She watched wide-eyed and completely in awe as he slowly lowered himself to his knees behind her. His hands reached out to brush against her hips, touching her so softly and so delicately that her whole body was taken over by a trembling shiver. It was as though he was worshiping her, his touch so light as his fingers brushed across her skin it felt like a feather being pulled across her heated flesh, setting every nerve ending on fire. He traced every inch of her, never applying more than the barest hints of pressure and making her gasp and moan with the sensation.
When his fingers finally brushed against her aching centre, she shivered so violently that her arms gave out beneath her and she was forced to drop down onto her forearms, releasing a tiny mewling sound of desperate need.
The Inu above her rumbled his appreciation to her in a low purr, the beast completely enthralled by the noises she made for him. He had thought that when she offered herself to him properly that he would want to take her immediately, thrust into her forcefully and consummate everything she had offered to him; but something within him held him back. He knew that she was still uncertain and that her mortal knowledge did not allow for her to understand fully what she was giving to him by submitting as she had; so he had taken his time to show her his appreciation, to tease her body and heat her senses, to give over his appreciation for her actions in his tender touch.
She was so receptive to him, every touch, every caress, her body responded. He wanted her so badly it hurt, but he was holding himself back because he found that her pleasure meant more. But when she had dropped down onto her forearms, any restraint he had left was ripped away. He moved closer to her, settling himself just outside of her slick entrance, feeling her pulsing heat radiating from her core that was calling out for him to fill her tight passage.
Leaning over her, collecting her body to his as he wrapped his arms around her, he pulled her gently back up and brought his lips to her ear.
“Mine.”
His voice broke through the cloudy haze of her lust-fogged mind and she shivered at the intensity of it. He was claiming her, telling her that she belonged to him. But he was still waiting, holding himself back. And she understood.
“Yes,” she breathed out as she turned her head slightly to see him, “Yours.”
His lips descended on hers at the same time as he slipped his throbbing length into her waiting core. She moaned deeply, using every bit of strength she had to keep herself from falling back down and simply letting him have her. She wanted this, needed this, to feel his lips moving against hers, to have him giving her his passion in the soft, slow, delicate movements of his lips and tongue as he took her body over.
To finally have him buried within her, to feel the throbbing heat of him and be able to hold his hardened length within her heat; it was so much better than she had remembered. She whimpered quietly, so overcome by emotion and sensation that she couldn’t do anything else, and he responded to her by finally pulling back from her lips and shifting his hips to slide out of her slowly before pushing himself forwards again, again molding his body together with hers.
Burying his face in her neck, he reveled in the fact that every breath would bring the full heat and delicious sweetness of her scent to him. He was holding her trembling body against him, preventing her from falling forward just so he could feel more of her soft skin against his own. Her heat was consuming, the tight clenching and ecstatic trembling of her slick passage numbing as the feeling of her took over everything else in his mind. He was pushing himself into her slowly; his motions deliberate to draw out the sensations, to hear her tiny cries of rapture, and feel the way her body coursed with heated pulses of euphoria. And she was rocking against him as well, keeping their bodies joined together, molded as one, never letting him slip more than an inch out of her heated core.
It only took a few moments for her first release to break through. Her body tensed, his name leaving her lips in a breathless sigh, and then she arched back into him, rising up on her knees to press herself firmly down to take in the full length of him into her trembling passage. Growling deeply as he fought against his own pulsing need, Sesshomaru held her tightly to his chest as she came down from her high.
“Fill me,” she whispered as she turned, brushing her cheek across his as she lifted her half-lidded eyes to meet with his. “Release yourself in me.”
Growling, though not quite sure if it was in possessiveness or anger, Sesshomaru’s hold on the miko tightened. “I will not,” he forced himself to say.
But Kagome only smiled gently, understanding his hesitations. “The medicines of my time are very potent,” she explained with a slight roll of her hips to shift him within her and press against another sensitive area. She moaned deeply and reached her arms up to wrap around his neck. “Until the pill takes effect, I can use the Morning After to keep myself from getting pregnant.” She paused to giggle lightly. “Or is it pupped?”
Sesshomaru stopped her light giggles with a hard thrust into her hot centre. Another low growl broke out of him, but this time it was one filled with carnal need. There was no deception in her statement, and she was inviting him to fill her as he so desperately wanted to do. The only thing that had held him back was the fact that she was mortal. Her human body was still unknown to him in regards to its fertility cycle. Bitchs were easy; they bled when they were fertile, but not humans. And if their reproductive rates were any indication, they were always fertile. And he hadn’t been willing to pup the miko…though her laughter in regards to such an idea had made him angrier than he deemed acceptable. He didn’t want her to have his pups, but there was something about her not wanting such that was disturbing the beast, that made it rattle against its restraints, snapping its jaw in fury and demanding its bitch to accept all of him, all he had to offer.
It was a breaking point, and Sesshomaru couldn’t help the possessive hold he took over the miko with then. His left arm wrapped about her hips, being cradled between her breasts as his hand came to rest on her shoulder. And his right hand slipped over her thighs, drawing up until he was holding the tender mound of flesh above her opening. Once his hold on her was complete, he pulled back from her and slammed his hips forward again to force her to take every inch of him into her molten core.
Kagome cried out when he had thrust so sharply into her, feeling the hard impact shake through her entire body. But her cry only drove him onwards, and he thrust into her again and again, hard, demanding, controlling. He was holding her body so tightly she couldn’t move, not that she would have wanted to. Every thrust would tear from her throat another desperate cry, her mind and body too lost in sensation, too captured by his hold over every part of her that she couldn’t even think to contain it.
She could feel his mouth against her throat, his hot breath spreading across her skin, igniting her senses like a lava flow igniting the land. His teeth were scraping against her with every thrust he made, but never did he let them pierce her skin. His hold on her was so complete that he could move her body with his own, control her every movement, interpret her every reaction.
But it was when his hand shifted against her lower regions, his fingers settling against the inflamed bundle of nerves resting just outside of her entrance and applying more pressure to break against the building swell within her, that she finally lost herself.
She screamed out his name as her climax hit, using every part of herself to keep him tight within her. She could hear his ripping snarl when her powers slammed into him, binding him, holding him against her; but she couldn’t help herself. And as she forced him to stay buried in her heat, held him to her to feel the rippling waves of pleasure that pulled along his entire length, she could feel him stiffen and his hold on her tighten until he took her breath away.
With a wild roar, he finally lost himself to the primal call. His release exploded into her hot, inviting core, filling her completely with the hot liquid of his passion. Her body trembled again against him, a deep, throaty moan slipping past her lips as she went limp in submission, her body willing her to relax and allow it to milk from him every last drop of what he could give her.
Sesshomaru grit his teeth together when he felt himself swell tightly within her, his own body demanding him stay with her until she had taken him again, until his beast was satisfied that the miko would carry for him, but he could not allow himself to fall into this trap. Not now…not yet.
Hissing in painful separation, he pulled himself out of her welcoming heat, resting his throbbing length in the swell of her backside. The miko stiffened slightly in his hold, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the way her mind worked. She truly was something else.
“Not yet, miko,” he purred in her ear, though the meaning behind his words obscured, even within his own mind.
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Too much fucking? Too much fucking! And here I thought that everyone that read these stories were nearly as hentai as me XD. Apparently I was wrong, because someone thought to share their opinion of this with me. See, me, personally, I didn’t think there was such a thing as too much fucking. Perhaps someone is just jealous? Lol I know I would be if I wasn’t getting any ;P
Ah well, can’t please everyone I suppose. Though the characters of my little fic sure seem to be enjoying themselves >_^
Later all
Shadow