InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Deeper Destiny ❯ Chapter 19

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A Deeper Destiny: Chapter Nineteen



Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha. He is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. I do however, own any original characters, as well as this story. So please, give credit where it is due.



When we last checked in on our favorite Miko and Taiyoukai, they were in the Magnolia Grove of Sesshoumaru’s childhood, embracing after a heated exchange of words and a song from Kagome.



As the last of her song faded into the night, she smiled serenely down at him before sliding off of the branch. Before her feet even touched the ground, an arm slithered around her waist and pulled her to a hard chest. Swirling sapphire depths stared into molten gold abysses as her small hands came up to rest on his broad shoulders. The hand that wasn’t holding her rose to place the magnolia he still held behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek, and she placed her own over his, smiling at him softly.



Kagome searched his flickering golden orbs, smile growing wider as she found what she was looking for. He couldn’t say it, and probably wouldn’t, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She closed the distance between them, eyes closing; the sight of Sesshoumaru’s loving golden gaze fading into the blackness behind her closed lids. She kissed him softly, tenderly, before allowing her urgency to take control; wrapping her arms around his neck and parting her lips, thus provoking Sesshoumaru to slip his tongue into her mouth. She battled his tongue fiercely, moaning into his mouth when the arms around her waist tightened; pushing her body into his hard one.

They broke apart moments later, both taking shuddering gasps. Sesshoumaru chose this moment to roughly grasp her thighs and wrap her long legs around his waist, reflexively grinding his hips into hers. This caused Kagome to toss her head back and release a throaty moan, offering the Taiyoukai the pale skin of her throat, which he greedily accepted, laving her flesh with his hot, wet tongue and gentle nips of his fangs.

Kagome squirmed against him, causing Sesshoumaru to pause and blink back the crimson that was beginning to seep into his eyes. He’d only tasted her flesh and yet his blood was boiling, coursing like liquid fire through his veins, all screaming for one thing; to take this female and make her his own, now and forever.

Removing one hand from her well-endowed bottom where he supported her, he sliced her kimono open, wary of his claws. His hot kisses dipped lower, into the hollow of her throat and along her collar bone, leaving glistening trails in the soft, otherworldly glow of the moon. Her soft groans and sighs encouraged him as he descended lower, over the swell of one breast and into her cleavage, inhaling deeply. Her natural scent of sakura blossoms, tinged with sunshine and morning dew, was heavily laced with a spicy, female musk that was all her own. Nostrils flaring, he licked at the top of one breast, dragging his fangs upon the pale skin. Liking the way her chest moved as she panted, Sesshoumaru suckled lower before wrapping his tongue around her hardened nipple and drawing in as much of the fleshy mound as possible. The miko gave a low groan, arching her back and pushing her breast even more into the Taiyoukai’s warm mouth.

Sesshoumaru let his eyes drift shut, reveling in the taste and feel of Kagome. This desire, this want-- no, this need for her filled his entire being; everything else faded from his mind like the twilight surely faded into dawn. Releasing her ample orbs, he slowly brought his face back up to hers, taking his time to bestow his attentions upon her sensitive skin. Sealing his lips with her parted ones, he delved into her mouth, tangling with her tongue aggressively, imparting his heated passion and receiving hers as well. The hand that had been cupping a breast leisurely moved to the rip in Kagome’s white kimono, glinting claws following the cut down to where their bodies met, slicing through the white fabric along the way. Hand resting in the space above their joined bodies, he fisted the Youkai silk and yanked his hand away from them, effective shredding her kimono as he slowly lowered them to the ground.

Kagome blinked lazily as she registered the feel of the soft, cool grass beneath her bare skin, but he eyes slid shut once again as Sesshoumaru turned his head, causing her to tilt her head back to accommodate to his demanding mouth. Her hands slid from his shoulders and down his arms, traveling up his waist and coming up to the hard planes of his back, gripping the Taiyoukai tightly to her. He lay above her, held up on his elbows, lower body resting snugly in the cradle of her hips and between her bent knees. She ripped her mouth away from his to gasp in air desperately when he rocked against her most sacred of places, his state of arousal made known.

Sesshoumaru couldn’t stop his smirk when Kagome gasped and panted in reaction to him, pride swelling knowing that it was he, not another male, that was making her feel this way. He bent back down to give her soft, chaste kiss before rising to stand on his knees.

She was breathtaking. She lay there in the grass, dark hair tumbling in all directions about her delicate face. She lay in such a way that it seemed as if she were offering herself to him; head tilted back, throat presented to him, back slightly arched as her hands gripped the grass surrounding her. Her knees were bent, thighs spread wide, her alabaster skin lit by the glow of the moon. The remains of her kimono were littered about her form in an almost sensual arrangement; ribbons of white silk hung off her shoulders and along the outer curve of her breasts, trailing alongside her waist and over her hips to rest between her thighs.

Her breathing had somewhat relaxed during his observation of her body, and she raised her head to look at him, cheeks tinted a soft pink. She was surprised by the intensity of his golden gaze, aflame with lust yet swimming with emotions she thought she had imagined. Could it be that it was love she saw in his eyes? Was he really bestowing that heated, yet caring gaze upon her? Kagome rose up on her elbows, never once breaking eye contact. Situating herself in a comfortable kneeling position in front of the Taiyoukai, a slender hand determinedly rose to cup a pale, striped cheek.

“I meant what I said earlier. And I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way. What I feel for you.. Is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. What I felt for Inuyasha is nothing compared to the way you make me feel.” Kagome offered him a half-smile, looking up at the moonlit branches above them. “I won’t try to explain it to you, but I can promise you that I really meant what I said. Love is something I doubt what we can comprehend, but it is still something we can feel.” Feeling the clench of his jaw beneath her hand, she made to move, but was stopped when Sesshoumaru placed his own hand over hers. Her surprise faded into contentment and she returned her gaze to the moon. “I remember hearing somewhere that when you love someone, it can make you feel sad sometimes... Or sometimes make you feel lonely. But... It can also make you feel happier than you’ve ever been.”

“Kagome--”

“It hurts knowing that you might just be using me for power. But I know you’re better than that. Your sense of honor keeps you from being the power-hungry demon that others have made you out to be. It doesn’t matter if you are using me. Because to truly love someone, it means to put their feelings before anything else. No matter what. And..” Kagome looked into his golden eyes, her own sapphire orbs sparkling, eyelashes spiked with moisture, “I really do love you Sesshoumaru.”

It was then that she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his gently. Sesshoumaru wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her close, his reflexes getting the better of him. He didn’t respond to her kiss at first, but slowly came out of his daze to return the kiss, although he kept it chaste. He pulled away after a moment, holding her by the shoulders gently.

She looked up at him, looking so very small and fragile. Her eyes were shadowed, but he saw the glint of moisture gathering in her eyes, noticed the sag in her shoulders and the slight pout of her bottom lip. Seeing her like this, so delicate and vulnerable, made him forget she was a powerful miko, a skilled warrior, and a woman with a fierce temper and even fiercer tongue. Right now, she was just Kagome. And she needed his reassuring, his comforting, and most of all, his love.

He pulled her close, burying his nose in her gleaming black tresses. He felt her arms encircle his waist and nuzzled her neck gently, inhaling her scent. His eyes widened as her words played over in his mind. ‘Because to truly love someone means to put their feeling before anything else. No matter what.’ He shut his eyes, arms tightening around her. He wanted so badly to tell her he loved her, yet the very words seemed stuck in his throat every time he tried to say them. Why couldn’t he just say it? Was it his pride? But what did he have to lose? She wouldn’t reject him, she had just admitted that she did in fact love him. Was he ashamed of her? No, that couldn’t be. It was he who was inferior, not she. How could she ever fall for someone like him?

But she had, and he’d fallen for her as well. Pulling back, Sesshoumaru cupped her face with his two hands, his golden eyes set with clear determination. Without warning, he brought his face to hers and kissed her heatedly, causing the miko to gasp. He took the opportunity to enter her mouth, caressing her with his tongue hungrily. He felt his Youkai rise, noticing the increase in Kagome’s miko as well, and felt rather than saw the spark between them as Kagome pushed herself against him and returned the kiss with fervor. They broke apart breathless minutes later, and the miko immediately began to administer her attentions upon his neck. He groaned at the feel of her silken, soft lips against his skin, eyes closing in bliss as he registered the warm, wet texture of her tongue. But when nimble fingers pushed aside the collar of his kimono and her mouth latched on to the flesh between his neck and shoulder, Sesshoumaru cried out shamelessly, aroused beyond words at the sensation of her sucking at the spot that a mate would mark him. The heat that they had created earlier was steadily beginning to build up once again during their kiss; the breeze fanning the proverbial flame of desire.

Kagome was quickly succumbing to the lustful haze that had seized her mind, moving sumptuously against him and successfully removing his outer haori. She had just bared his upper body when he moved back, grasping her hands in his own. The miko responded in kind, hands going slack as she blinked away the lusty glaze in her eyes. Sesshoumaru felt his heart surge as she subconsciously responded to him, sensing that he was serious.

“Kagome, I--” The Miko’s eyes widened momentarily before she smiled softly, taking his hands into her own.

“You don’t need to say it, Sesshoumaru. I already know. I see it in your eyes, feel it in your touch. Subconsciously, we already knew.” Glancing up at the tree above them, she smiled. “I only became aware today, all thanks to this tree. Your Youkai had already made me your intended, and my Miko had accepted, thus explaining why our auras react the way they do.” Sesshoumaru merely inclined his head, trying to suppress his Youkai’s urges. Kagome wasn’t of any help either, trailing her fingers up his arm, voice tinted with just a hint of restrained sultriness. As though sensing his inner turmoil, Kagome rose up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, just barely brushing her lips against his. “Do as your Youkai wants and make me yours,” she whispered into his delicately-pointed ear, delighting in his shudder and shaky breath. She had just snaked her tongue out to caress the tip of his ear when he issued forth a completely commanding and yet arousing growl.

Kagome found herself on the ground once more, a lusty Taiyoukai above her and successfully stealing her breath away. When he’d finally broken their kiss to bestow his attention upon her flesh, she looked down at him, only to find his golden eyes replaced with a new pair. His once golden irises were dark now, a shade she couldn’t identify in this moonlight, but she knew from experience that the whites of his eyes had turned crimson. His eyes seemed to smirk at her, but she didn’t particularly care, due to the fact that his clawed hands were kneading her breasts to a heightened state of bliss. Her head tilted back as yet another husky groan was ripped from her throat.

The Inu-Youkai abandoned her fleshy orbs in favor of heading south, caressing her skin with both his hands and mouth. He especially took pleasure in the way the muscles on her toned abdomen quivered beneath her skin; anticipating his touch, rewarding her with hot, open-mouthed kisses upon her awaiting flesh. Slowly but surely, he made his way to her most sacred of places, dragging his claws through her black curls lightly. His eyes lit up as he watched her chest rise and fall erratically, growling in approval. Inhaling deeply, his eyes almost rolled back in his head. Her spicy, feminine musk was overwhelming and driving him to his limits. He growled lustily and allowed his tongue to lap at her dripping entrance. She cried out and he lapped harder, applying more pressure.

Liking the throaty moans Kagome gave, he worked his tongue between her folds and caressed her inner walls, arousal pulsing as his tongue was enveloped in her searing, wet heat. He deemed that she had liked this, since her back had arched off the ground and her hips had bucked. Retracting his appendage, he plunged back in; allowing his tongue to do what another part of him wanted to do. Hearing his name being shouted brokenly upon Kagome’s lips, he almost lost it. The red seeped from his eyes as his irises reverted to their normal golden hue. With one last thorough lick, he stalked up her body, letting her taste her sultry juices from his mouth as he kissed her hard.

He fought the urge to yelp when her small hand seized his length and brought it to her wanting entrance. She smirked and reached up to lick at his lips as her fingers danced over his shaft before gripping it firmly. Swirling a finger in the precum that was pooling at the tip of his arousal, she began to work her small hand up and down in long, smooth strokes. Sesshoumaru grunted and groaned, barely holding himself up above her. On the brink of losing control, he kissed her fiercely, efficiently distracting her from her task; her hand coming up to grip his arm instead.

Back in control, Sesshoumaru growled into her mouth and rubbed his weeping arousal at her entrance, causing Kagome’s hips to rock against his. Poised at her wet and wanting core, with the head of is shaft settled between her folds, he looked down into her eyes, trying desperately to relay his thoughts to her. A breeze wafted through the branches above them and a ray of moonlight fell upon the intimate couple. In the soft, bluish glow of the moon, Kagome smiled up at her love and nodded.

Eyes never straying from the dark pair staring up at him, he slowly but steadily lowered his face to Kagome’s, meeting her lips with his own in a gentle and tender kiss as he pressed into her tight, scorching heat. With one smooth movement he filled her to the hilt and stilled, groaning into her mouth as he was surrounded in her warmth. She was so soft, and yet so tight... Wet and warm and searing all at once. He bit down on his bottom lip in an effort to keep still, but was caught by surprise when Kagome captured his wounded lip in her mouth and sucked greedily at the blood that flowed from the punctures. Aroused beyond words, he fought to keep still, but within her warmth his arousal pulsed and throbbed, mimicking the beat of his erratic heart.

Kagome relished in the warm, coppery tang that slid down her throat, the flame in her lower abdomen flaring. She felt so very full.. So complete. But she needed more! The slight sting of pain had passed quickly, the strange discomfort fading in only moments after he had entered her. But why wasn’t he moving?! Growing frustrated, she lifted her hips and rotated, causing the hard length within her to stretch her deliciously. A moan escaped her lips, the blood pounding in her ears blocking out the sounds of Sesshoumaru’s grunts and pants. For his part, Sesshoumaru felt he had waited long enough and drew back slowly before thrusting into her with relish. He pumped in and out of her scorching heat, drawing out sensuous groans and throaty grunts from the miko below him.

They continued this age-old dance, their bodies set aglow from the moonlight on their sweat-slicked bodies, voices rising in the quiet of the night. Sesshoumaru’s thrusts became more powerful and erratic as her inner walls began to clench around him, signaling her impending release. He fought the urge to come, cursing and blessing Kagome’s inner muscles as they gripped his length as though trying to keep him within her stifling body. Ramming into her tight heat without abandon, he bent over Kagome’s pale, lithe form, fangs poised above the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

Feeling the beginnings of Kagome’s climax wash over her as her inner walls clamped around him, coating his length with her juices, he sunk his fangs into her flesh and exploded; his seed, hot and thick like liquid fire, filling her womb as she continued to milk him of every drop. As the hot, metallic liquid burst into his mouth, he felt Kagome’s own elongated fangs sink into the flesh between his neck and shoulder, drinking his blood greedily as though it were the nectar of the gods. Neither noticed the bright light that had burst from their joined forms, lighting up the night sky momentarily before disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared. Flaccid length still within her, Sesshoumaru lifted himself slightly and began to lap lazily at his mark. Kagome smiled up at him, finger caressing the quickly closing bite on his shoulder.

“I love you,” the Taiyoukai softly whispered to his mate, whose blue eyes widened briefly before a smile took over her face. A delicate hand leisurely rose to cup his striped cheek before the mated Miko chose to respond.

“And I you, Sesshoumaru.”

A silent figure stood alone upon a balcony, looking up at the night sky. A clawed hand swept the stray tendrils of silvery-gray hair behind an ear, pausing mid-tuck as a bright light suddenly flooded the sky, accompanied by an unmistakable surge of demonic and spiritual energy. A chuckle resonated throughout the silent night air before frantic footsteps became audible. A copper-haired female dashed into the balcony, out of breath and clearly excited.

“My Lord!! Did you see--”

“Yes, Sanyu.”

“So it has happened?”

“Indeed, it has.” The elder male turned to the Kitsune female, grinning mischievously. His smile was returned with a nod and a pair of jade eyes, gleaming wickedly. “Those two were bound to become mated, I don’t know why they prolonged the inevitable.”

“Ah, but those in love are the very last to see it, Lord Toyoharu.”

“You speak not false words, my dear. I assume you will be moving to the Western Lands in seven moons?”

“If my Lord so permits.” The Northern Taiyoukai chuckled.

“Just be sure to come visit me often.”

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Western Lands, in a small village, a young adult male stood at the entrance of a hut, staring forlornly at the starry night sky, fists clenched tightly at his sides.



Sesshoumaru landed deftly on the rail of his balcony, the doors to his sleeping chambers wide open for the sky to peer into. Dressed only in his hakama, his sleeping mate cradled in his arms, his Mokomoko-sama wrapped around her slender form, he leapt into his room and gently placed his mate upon his thick futon. The night was warm, so he piled their his clothes and pelt to the side, thoughts lingering on the shredded white kimono he’d left beneath the Magnolia tree. With a soft chuckle, he shook his head and decided he would replace it with a finer one the next day.

Entirely content, he slid behind his mate, wrapping an arm around her waist as he spooned her gently. The sleeping miko murmured in her sleep and scooted back against him, her bottom coming into contact with his hardening member. Groaning, Sesshoumaru couldn’t stop the forceful thrust of his hips nor the rush of blood to his nether regions, resulting in one very hard predicament.

Apparently, his mate had sensed his arousal, for her scent became dark and spicy and all too enticing. She mumbled something incoherent and moved her legs, somehow managing to capture the Taiyoukai’s hard-on between her legs and nestled at her moist folds. Sesshoumaru grunted, eyes screwed shut. He’d be up until morning with this hard-on if he didn’t get any release soon.

It seemed that Kami was looking down on him today for when he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of lusty azure eyes and a sexy slip of a smile. Kagome gave a husky laugh and ground her core against his hardness. Her eyes sparkled, the issued challenge crystal clear. With a one fluid thrust and a sensuous snarl, he filled her welcoming heat, filling his sleeping chamber with ragged cries. With the speed and agility of a demon with a purpose, Sesshoumaru grabbed onto his mate’s hips and flipped her onto her hands in knees, still buried deep within her.

Sesshoumaru pulled her entire body back as he pushed into her, impaling her on his hardness again and again as he pound into her with reckless abandon. Kagome screamed her pleasure, her mate’s broken name on her lips. Sesshoumaru growled into the darkness, his breathing heavy and eyes threatening to roll back into his head. Release came quickly for Kagome, whose inner walls clamped down upon him as her essence burst forth to coat his member. Sesshoumaru continued t move within her, pace picking up as he desperately tried to find his own sweet release. Just barely coming down from her climax, Kagome was quickly brought back up to that pleasure-pain before an orgasm; standing over the edge of the cliff and peering down at the depths of euphoric bliss. Her mate became rough with her, and this excited Kagome to no end as she was forcefully speared on his hard, thick length. On instinct, she lowered her upper body, her chest and cheek resting flat against the futon, her bottom up in the air. Sesshoumaru growled in approval, quickly adapting to the new angle. Her tender cunt stretched deliciously around him as he drove into her, their release triggering at the same time after one particularly powerful thrust, pushing both Kagome and Sesshoumaru over the edge. As his hot seed filled her womb, Sesshoumaru collapsed against her back, her name leaving his lips in a half-sigh half-growl. His load spent, he pulled out of her and rolled to her side, watching as his excess seed trickled out of her core and down her spread thighs. Watching his very own cum leak out of his mate stirred his lower regions back to life, causing the Taiyoukai to mentally curse his apparently insatiable appetite for Miko, most preferably Kagome.

Hoping said miko hadn’t noticed this little ‘reawakening,’ he almost cringed when he caught her gaze sliding from his pelvis to his face. To his surprise, she merely giggled, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs invitingly. He was ashamed to admit it, but he whimpered... His arousal increasing tenfold. With a mighty roar, he took his mate again. And again and again and again.


A/N: There! Hopefully, that made up for this chapter being so late. Ah, I finally added some lemons to this story. But I’m very sad to say that this Isn’t my best.. I’m sorry everyone, for taking so long and for not being 110%. I hope it was satisfactory enough for you all.