InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mere Digression ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. This fanfiction had been written for entertainment purposes only and without intention of infringing upon any copyright.

 

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing the first chapter of the story. It looks like A Mere Digression is mutating into a real story (about 6-ish chapters) - much to my horror. There will be a bit of a plot in it - just don't expect anything original or mind-blowing because it is a very basic plot. I'm mainly concentrating on the lemons, hehe! So Anyway, hope you will enjoy this.

 

 

 

A Mere Digression - Part 2

 

 

He welcomed the rain on his face.

 

As the soft, gentle drops turned into a heavier, more persistent downpour, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and tilted his head up. The sound of the rain thundered in his ears and the forceful drops stung his cheeks. His attire was soaked through, sticking tight to his skin.

 

And yet, he welcomed it.

 

He welcomed it because it washed away the scent of her pheromones and it removed the evidence of their rutting. It cleansed away what he considered an act which should not have occurred.

 

An act which he should have tried harder to prevent.

 

Still, he could not help but admit, albeit angrily, that the intensity of their frantic coupling had astounded him. Even though part of the act had been lost to him in the haze of his lust, he could not recall experiencing something as potent prior to this event. Whether or not this was the result of her miko heritage, he could not tell. When she had found release, a pure warmth so unlike her previous offensive powers had washed over him, instantly bringing him to his climax.

 

It did not matter, as such an act would not happen again. This was simply an aberration. Something which he had accidentally let slip.

 

He should leave before she awakened. The rain should have washed away the evidence Inuyasha would have recognized otherwise. Opening his eyes, Sesshoumaru pushed himself up.

 

Involuntarily, his eyes honed in on the sleeping miko not far from him. The rain did not seem to bother her either, or perhaps she was overly exhausted by their coupling. He grimaced when he recalled just how uncontrolled he had been earlier. There had been no restrain on his part and yet, from what he could tell from the even rise and fall of her body, she was merely exhausted. It was truly astounding.

 

He did not realize that he had approached her until the scent of blood reached him. Only then did he remember the wound he had inflicted on her earlier in the attempt to wake her from her mindlessness. Her strange white kimono was tinged red around her arm where he had slit it, telling him that the bleeding had not stopped.

 

His lips tightened. It would not do for her to bleed to death from his poison. He would have to heal her, regardless of how distasteful the notion was. A disobedient part within him nudged him, mocking him about how he had enjoyed her flesh earlier, that he had not found her distasteful when he was driving himself into her repeatedly.

 

Leaning down towards her, he raised her limp arm. She stirred slightly, but did not awaken. Deciding that he should make haste lest she woke, he parted the slit in her sleeve and lowered his mouth to it. His saliva should heal the wound.

 

Extending his tongue, he lapped at the gaping flesh.

 

He immediately froze.

 

Too late, he realized his error.

 

All his senses were filled with her; her blood, the scent of her skin and the residual pheromones which he did not realize was still seeping out of her. Spreading out from his mouth to the outer extremities of his body. Realizing that his lust was awoken once again, Sesshoumaru groaned inwardly as he attempted to suppress it.

 

He managed to pull himself away a short distance from the miko only to tense when a small hand snaked around the back of his neck. His eyes shot towards her face. The miko's eyes were dilated as her lips parted soundlessly. Raindrops adorned her, clinging on to her flushed skin.

 

Heat rushed to his groin at the inviting look on her face.

 

Lust, thick and demanding, filled the air.

 

He needed to fight this. He could not let it happen again. Once was disturbing enough. Twice would be…

 

“Sesshoumaru… I need…” She sucked in a sharp breath as her expression tightened in what appeared to be agony. “Please help me,” she choked out, rolling abruptly towards him.

 

Her unexpected movement dislodged his hand from the ground, sending him to his back as she climbed onto him. A growl escaped his lips as her hot centre met his growing arousal. The only thing which separated them was the fabric of his hakama. The barrier was too small, too insignificant to offer any kind of shield.

 

“Miko, you will regain control of yourself,” he gritted out, restraining the small hand which had snuck between the lapels of his kimono. He should throw her off but his body was not obeying his mind. His body wanted this, wanted to bury his staff into her wetness just as he had done not so long ago.

 

Cheeks flushed, she bit her lips as their eyes met. He could see the turmoil and remorse in those brown orbs and it mollified him somewhat. The miko did not want this and like him, she could not resist the demands of her body.

 

Indecision coursed through him, even as she pressed her hot mouth against his throat. A groan broke from him when he felt her velvety tongue running down to the side of his neck. The miko would not relent until she was satisfied. Perhaps he should simply leave her now to her own devices. However, leaving her in this state would be unwise. What should he do? It did not help that the taste of her pheromones was clouding his mind, urging him to satisfy his own desire.

 

He should oblige.

 

Just this one more time.

 

His train of thought was broken when the miko ground against his erection, sending heat rushing though his entire body. Her lips traveled down his now parted lapels, licking the rain off his chest, scraping her sharp teeth against his flat nipple. A hiss escaped his lips as he fought to think past the lustful haze.

 

He would definitely leave after this, he insisted firmly to himself, forcing the thought though his sluggish mind.

 

But for now…

 

He reached down to cup her bare ass under her green garment. The firm globe tensed as he clenched his hand around the muscle. Then the miko exhaled a shuddering breath as his fingers reached lower to brush against her swollen nether lips, growling when the wet fabric of her garment hampered his movements. He wanted it gone. He wanted to feel her slick, wet skin sliding against his while he feasted his eyes upon her naked form.

 

Abruptly, he sat up with the miko in his lap, and then twisted around to land on his knees. Flipping her over onto her back, he hitched her hips onto his thighs and proceeded to slice open the fabric covering her body. The miko did not remain still. Pushing his kimono off his shoulders, her greedy hands roamed his chest, scraping his nipples with her blunt fingers, sending shivers of pleasure skating up and down his spine.

 

Their eyes met momentarily before he returned his attention to her body, removing every bit of fabric until she was completely exposed. Her form was slight, but it curved at all the right places. His breath suspended in his chest, he took note of her creamy thighs parted around his hips, up to her small waist and then up further. He twisted his Mokomoko-sama around her wrists, holding them in place over her head as his eyes took in her heaving breasts. Tipped with ripe, erect nipples, they appeared to be begging for his attention.

 

Giving in to the urge, he reached out to circle his thumb around a tip, feeling it stiffen before he filled his hand with the rain-slicked flesh, kneading it roughly. Gasping loudly, the miko bucked up against him and he pinched her nipple firmly in warning. She liked it, he realized. When he repeated his action again and again, she released a breathless cry, her eyes shooting wide open. He could smell the spike in her arousal even through the downpour, drawing his attention downwards to her parted thighs and the matted curls at the junction. The tip of her pink nub was peeking through between her glistening nether lips, calling to him.

 

Quickly, with shaky hands, he untied his hakama, pushing it down his hips. As he shed his remaining garments, she drew her legs up to wrap around his hips, her back writhing on the grass. Sesshoumaru swallowed a groan as she ground herself recklessly against throbbing erection, coating him with her fluids. Reaching between them, his hand found her slippery centre. She was already so wet for him, so ready to be taken.

 

Without a moment's hesitation, he pushed one, and then two fingers into her. The miko arched away from the ground as he prodded deep inside, rubbing her slick walls with the pads of his fingers. She moaned throatily each time he rubbed his thumb against her swollen clit and he watched in fascination as the nub grew more and more engorged. He could smell his own seed from their previous encounter, mixed with her own juices and the rain, and for some reason, it excited him further.

 

His mouth watered to taste her pink protruding clit and to thrust his tongue deep inside her but through the haziness of his mind, he knew that he had to refrain from the urge. For doing so would mean that her taste would linger in his mind long after this encounter. And he had no intention of allowing thoughts of the miko to settle in such a private place. It was bad enough that he had tasted her blood.

 

The miko moaned in discontentment when he withdrew his hand. A surge of male pride rushed through him as she eyed his erection longingly, licking her lips as she did so. Wrapping his fingers around himself, he stroked once, twice and then pushed against her quivering pink folds. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of wet, slippery heat coating the tip of his arousal.

 

“Let me go,” she pled, struggling against the damp fur around her wrist which stretched her arms above her.

 

Finding himself strangely incapable of speech, he simply shook his head, letting the spikes of pleasure run down his body each time his sensitive head met her clit. He felt as if he could explode from the mere sensation.

 

“I want to touch you,” she breathed out raggedly. “Please…”

 

Something broke inside him. With a snarl, he released his furry appendage from her wrists only to secure them around her waist. In a blink of an eye, he sank backwards into a sitting position and lifted her up. The miko's eyes shot open to connect with his as he entered her in one swift thrust.

 

Growling at the pinpricks of pleasure shooting through his body, Sesshoumaru gnashed his teeth and began to surge up into her. He did so once, twice and then losing count, he pounded mindlessly up into her tight, slick sheath.

 

Hands released, the miko began to touch him feverishly, sliding her hands over his rain-slicked body. He felt her everywhere, her blunt nails scraping down his back even as her teeth bit his chest, uncaring that she had broken his skin. He hissed at the sharp pain only to find that her violence excited him.

 

At a particularly hard thrust, she threw her head back in a soundless moan. Then she was pressing down hard onto him while he drove upwards, meeting him thrust for thrust, biting her lips in abandon. Her rounded breast, tipped with her tightened nipples, bounced up and down with each surge, taunting him.

 

Rainwater streaked down between the valley between her breast, but Sesshoumaru's attention was riveted on a single drop of water which was suspended off the tip of her nipple before their frenetic motions dislodged it. Biting back a groan, he reached up to roll the stiff nub between his fingers, causing her to drive down harder onto him in reaction.

 

Then he closed his hand around one globe, kneading it hard before paying the same attention to the next one. She released a throaty moan as she arched closer to him, even as her slippery muscles clenched around his hardness. Sesshoumaru grunted at the sensation in his tightening groin as her tightness squeezed up and down his length.

 

Her breath was shallower now, telling him that she was nearing the peak. Knowing that he was about to do the same, he quickened his pace as his hand reached down, finding her distended clit. As he continued to pump up into her, he pinched her slippery nub over and over again.

 

She immediately went rigid.

 

As she cried out in release, her walls convulsed around him, sucking him, milking him. Her miko powers surged out of her, hitting him with waves and waves of ecstasy. Helpless to do anything else, Sesshoumaru threw his head back with a snarl as his body jerked with each spurt of his seed.

 

Breathless from the intensity of his climax, he remained buried in her, feeling her muscles spasm around him. Pulse pounding in his ears, he could only rest his head against her shoulders as he attempted to regain his composure. Less affected by the pheromones this time, he had felt every touch and every shiver. Or perhaps it was simply because her flesh was bared.

 

He could feel her hot, uneven breath brushing against his hair as her hands clenched spasmodically on his shoulders. Absently, he noted that the rain was slowing.

 

With unfamiliar gentleness, he lifted her off him with his Mokomoko-sama, hissing as her swollen flesh dragged along his length. When their eyes met, he was unsurprised to find the consternation in her brown orbs. The effect of Mukotsu's poison must have dissipated for her to exhibit such a reaction, Sesshoumaru surmised.

 

Abruptly, she scrambled away from him. Turning her back to him, she wrapped her arms around her naked body. A myriad of unfamiliar feelings swept over him at the pitiful sight she presented; remorse, sympathy, anger.

 

Still, what was done was done.

 

He eyed the tattered remains of her clothing and grimaced. Those were hardly serviceable and it would not do for her to remain in this unclothed state. Glancing at the white under-layer of his kimono, he decided that it would have to suffice. The rain had washed his scent away. A moment later, using his youki, he dried the dampness off.

 

Without a word, Sesshoumaru stepped towards her and extended his clothing. She tensed before she turned around, eyeing the white fabric with undisguised uncertainty.

 

When she finally took it, the miko raised a pair of troubled eyes at him.

 

“I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru,” she whispered.

 

He tensed. The miko was apologizing? This was the last thing he had expected. Perhaps he had expected her to scream at him, to blame him for what had just happened, even though he had decided that the responsibility laid with neither of them. The circumstances had been beyond their control.

 

“Your apology is unnecessary,” he said stiffly.

 

Her eyes widened in patent astonishment.

 

There was no reason for him to draw this out. It was time to leave. Without another word, he spun around and walked away, leaving her to sit alone against the cliff face.

 

When he was certain that she could no longer see him, he paused and launched himself up into a tree. Through the gaps in the foliage, he could see her small, huddled form. He did not understand his own actions, but he remained motionless where he was as he watched over the motionless form of the miko.

 

The sun slowly descended down into the horizon and still, he remained seated on the branch, his eyes not straying from the miko's lone form. The only time he shifted was when he saw her shoulders shaking, a telltale sign that she was crying.

 

He continued to watch when Inuyasha appeared.

 

His eyes never left the couple, even when it appeared that a tense argument had begun. As it grew more and more heated, their voice grew louder. The balmy breeze brought their words to him, informing him that the miko told Inuyasha nothing of the truth.

 

He continued to watch when Inuyasha swept the miko into his arms, launching in the opposite direction.

 

It was much later when he finally jumped off the tree, mentally marking the end of yet another incident in his long life. He would move on from here. The incident was simply a deviation from the norm. A mere digression which he had no intention of repeating.

 

It was something he would never speak of to anyone.

 

But he knew that it was something he would never forget.

 

 

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A/N: That's the second part done, :). If you can, please drop me a review to tell me what you think of it. Thanks!