InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mere Digression ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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

 

Warning: Minimal plot with a lot of lemon. Do not read if you are underaged.

 

A/N: As always, thank you to all who reviewed. Also, many thanks to WiccanMethuselah for betaing this chapter. :)

 

 

A Mere Digression Part 6- by elle6778

 

 

The clouds sped by as Sesshoumaru traversed the sky with the miko in his arm. They had been traveling for two days. Although he had required no sleep, the miko obviously did; she had simply done so by slumbering within the circle of his hold.

 

It was during such time that he allowed himself to study her without her knowledge. Peace overcame her in her sleep, the furrows between her brows easing visibly, and he could not help but notice how appealing she looked.

 

Each time he did so, he grimaced in distaste.

 

His honor had demanded that he rectify the situation. His body, however, was having an entirely different reaction. The warmth of the miko nestled against him elicited thoughts that he should not be entertaining, for it had been those very same thoughts which led to this situation between them. Still, he was unable to halt his desire for her.

 

Was this simply the reaction of the poison in her body? The poison that brought forth her need to copulate? It could not be, for she was currently asleep and should not be emanating any pheromones. He could not comprehend it. The entire situation puzzled him.

 

He was drawn from his musings when she stirred in his arm suddenly, her eyelids fluttering. He immediately peeled his gaze away from her, not wishing to be caught staring. Perhaps she would fall asleep again, he told himself.

 

“Sesshoumaru?”

 

He flicked a quick glance down at her, noting her sleep-glazed eyes, which reminded him of the time when said eyes were glazed with lust instead. Then his entire body tensed slightly when her fingers fisted in his clothes.

 

“Where are we?” she asked huskily.

 

“Over the west,” he replied shortly.

 

Her eyes drifted away from his to stare down at their surroundings. For a long while, she remained silent as they continued their journey. They would arrive at their destination in a few days, and Sesshoumaru was puzzled by the growing uncertainty in his chest. Soon, they would find the solution to her predicament, therefore he had no reason to be unsettled about it. So why was he reacting in such a manner?

 

“He is really angry with me now, isn't he?” she suddenly murmured.

 

Knowing exactly who she was referring to, Sesshoumaru decided that there was no point in answering. Besides, she already knew the answer to that question.

 

A heavy sigh left her, and she pressed closer to him, as if seeking comfort. He allowed her the privilege, for it was simply a minor thing if such an action would settle her. And, once again, silence descended upon them.

 

What seemed like mere moments passed before she shifted again. This time, Sesshoumaru's brows furrowed at what his senses were telling him. It was faint, but there was no mistaking the now-familiar scent of arousal drifting up from her body as she pressed closer to him.

 

His hand clenched into a tight fist when he heard a small whimper from her. Knowing what would follow if he did not restrain himself, Sesshoumaru forced himself not to react. The scent of her pheromones assaulting his senses, coupled by the manner in which she had taken to pushing against him, was causing his mind to cloud over in lust.

 

Cursing his wayward body, Sesshoumaru pulled back abruptly, even though he was careful not to dislodge her from his cloud.

 

“Miko.” His voice carried a tone of warning.

 

Stricken eyes came up to meet his. “Sesshoumaru…” she trailed off uncomfortably as her hands clenched tighter against his chest.

 

He could not tear his eyes away from the beseeching look on her features. What she needed from him was clear and, to his consternation, he simply could not summon the willpower to resist.

 

Or, perhaps he simply did not wish to resist.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Closing her eyes, Kagome rested her forehead against Sesshoumaru's armor plate as he continued to fly them onwards. He only had to address her with a single word for her to know that he was warning her against doing anything.

 

Being so close to him was difficult because it kept bringing back memories of their prior physical interactions. If she was honest with herself, she knew that she wanted to feel his skin on hers again. And to see his usually impassive expression contort with pleasure.

 

A shiver ran up her spine, and it had nothing to do with her being cold. The imagery was enough to send a rush of heat between her thighs, forcing her to press them together to ease the ache. But no, this was not the time to think of things like this. She had to focus on getting the cure. Besides, her desire did not feel as acute as it had been the first couple of times, so she should be able to control herself.

 

A growl sounded, drawing her attention upwards.

 

Her breath caught in her chest when she took in Sesshoumaru's expression. There was a slight tinge of red circling the gold of his eyes and the heated look he was directing at her was unmistakable.

 

“Sesshoumaru?” His name came out as a husky whisper.

 

They were still standing on top of his cloud high in the air, even though the cloud had stopped moving completely. Surely he was not considering anything right now. She directed a questioning look at him. He only continued to stare down at her, but now she could see the flicker of uncertainty in those orbs. Was he really thinking of doing something right now?

 

Her body flushed at the thought of it and her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

 

Sesshoumaru's gaze instantly dropped down, and she almost whimpered when the hand around her waist flexed, pushing her tight against him. Then she watched, mesmerized, as his head descended closer down until his lips brushed against her ear. Goosebumps exploded on her skin when she felt the warmth of his breath.

 

“Do not move,” he instructed smoothly.

 

With her body humming with unbearable tension, she could not move even if she wanted to. Then she felt the soft fur of his Mokomoko-sama snaking around her left ankle. Before she could consider the implication of his action, her leg was lifted and parted, leaving her inner thighs exposed to the cold breeze. And then his furry appendage came up to wrap around her waist securely.

 

“What are you doing?” she asked shakily, even as she felt the growing sense of anticipation within her.

 

He did not respond verbally. Instead, his hand lowered past the roundness of her backside and then further down past the hem of her short green skirt. Her eyes shot wide open when she felt his fingers brushing the bare skin high on her inner thighs. Almost immediately, the ache between her legs spiked in anticipation.

 

He just paused there, as if he wanted to see how she reacted. And then those fingers slipped deftly inside her underwear, sending a jolt of arousal through her. Hands now clutching his shoulders tightly, Kagome let out a needy moan as he began to stroke her slippery flesh. Her hands tightened further each time the tips of his fingers brushed against her sensitive nub, and she tried to press down to feel more.

 

He assented by pulling down her underwear completely, lifting it up with the tip of his Mokomoko-sama before it disappeared into the folds of his clothes.

 

Their eyes locked, and Kagome found herself drowning in the intense heat of his amber gaze. His chest rumbled with a growl just before she felt his lips crashing upon hers. He tasted her fully, letting his tongue explore hers, drawing helpless moans from her. She could not think of anything but him, his tongue in her mouth, and the rhythmic stroking inside her underwear which urged the pressure between her thighs to increase.

 

Just as she thought she could not take anymore, he slid two fingers into her.

 

Kagome tore her lips from him in an open-mouthed gasp. Then she cried out softly as he began to pump those fingers in and out. Closing her eyes, her forehead fell on his armored chest as her entire body shook with the need for fulfillment. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers, wanting to keep him there and yet, wanting more.

 

She felt him shift and then his fingers retracted, drawing a distressed whimper from her. Her eyes shot open when he lifted her up with his Mokomoko-sama, holding her in place as her legs went around his hips in reflex. She could feel his hand shifting to the front of his hakama, pushing the fabric aside, exposing his aroused flesh which bumped against her inner thigh.

 

Their eyes locked just a brief second before he slid his length into her wet passage.

 

Kagome cried out at the sudden fullness.

 

Without giving her a chance to acclimatize, he began to thrust deeply into her. Kagome's breath left her shakily as she clutched his tense shoulders, seeking more contact as he penetrated her over and over again, hard and fast. She felt so full, so stretched that it was bordering on pain, but with each stroke, she also felt herself growing wetter and hotter. Both of them were still fully clothed, except where they joined and something about the entire situation inflamed her further.

 

His chest rumbled in a growl and through her lustful vision, she watched his face contort as he strained for control. He looked beautiful when he was like this, when he displayed his emotions.

 

She felt compelled to call his name. “Sesshoumaru…”

 

His entire body jolted at the sound. Then, as if the word had set something off, he snarled softly once and clamped his hand behind her neck. Her eyes widened as his Mokomoko-sama tightened around her waist. Pulling her down hard onto him, he drove up at the same time, grinding them together, pressing against her swollen nub over and over again.

 

Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered shut when the core of her body coiled up tight, signaling the impending approach of her climax. He continued to pound into her relentlessly, stoking the fire, pushing her closer to the peak.

 

With a strangled cry, she came hard. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as she threw her head back. She could feel her inner flesh squeezing Sesshoumaru repeatedly, and vaguely registered that his lips were pressed against the junction between her neck and her shoulder.

 

He followed soon after, muffling a guttural groan against her neck as he jerked erratically into her. His seed hit her womb in thick spurts, drawing a gasp from her.

 

Then everything went still.

 

The only sound which surrounded them was the slight hum of the light breeze blowing past them. They stood motionless on top of the floating cloud with her hands still secured around his shoulders; his face was still buried in her neck, and her slick depth still clutching his slightly softened arousal.

All of a sudden, their odd position registered in her mind.

 

She could not believe that they'd had sex up here in the middle of the sky.

 

Feeling inexplicably dizzy, she began to giggle.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Her scent mingled with his own permeated his senses as Sesshoumaru allowed himself to rest against her. His release had been intense and he was still straining to compose himself. Idly, he wondered how he had managed to keep enough control to maintain the cloud in his state, as distracted as he had been.

 

Then he felt it.

 

At first, it was slight. And then her movements intensified, making it impossible for Sesshoumaru to ignore the way her tight flesh was clenching around him. The action was sending jolts of heat rushing through his body, renewing his arousal. With an inward groan, he pulled away to look at her, only to find that she was giggling.

 

“I'm sorry,” she choked out breathlessly. “It's just that… I mean, look at where we are.”

 

“Hn.”

 

Perhaps she had a point, seeing that he was still buried within her. They were still up in the air after all and, if she did not cease her movements, they would end up copulating again. He felt himself hardening already, and was now reluctant to pull out of her hot, slick sheathe.

 

However, this time he might not possess enough strength and concentration to keep them afloat.

 

“Uh, Sesshoumaru?” Cheeks flushed, she directed a pointed look down at their joined body. “You think, maybe you could put me down?”

 

“No.”

 

Her eyes widened visibly. “No?”

 

Without responding, he began to descend, still holding her securely to him. Spotting a large tree beneath, and deciding that it would suffice for his purpose, Sesshoumaru guided the cloud towards it. He had decided that the location was relatively secure for what he had in mind. Even though they had just coupled, he realized that he wished for more. And he refused to be denied.

 

“Sesshoumaru?” She sounded puzzled.

 

Their approach to the tree saved him from responding.

 

It was only when the cloud had dispersed from their feet that he released his hold on her. Pressing her back to the large tree trunk, he pulled out of her and took a step back. Swiftly, he discarded his armor and his clothing, leaving himself clad only in his hakama.

 

“What are we doing here?” she asked, her face flushed as she eyed his bare chest.

 

“Finishing what was started.”

 

A small gasp escaped her when he relieved her of the bottom half of her clothing, and a fresh wave of arousal from her instantly filled the air.

 

His gaze was drawn to her legs, and he knelt down for a closer look. For some inexplicable reason, the sight of his seed running down her thighs aroused him further. He reached out, allowing the fluids to coat his fingers as he brought them closer to the junction between her legs.

 

“Part your legs,” he instructed quietly.

 

She hesitated momentarily before she obeyed, revealing her glistening pink flesh to his gaze, her nub already swollen in anticipation. Without pause, he brought his thumb to it and began to rub in circles as two of his other digits drove up into her opening.

 

Her reaction was instantaneous. A needy cry burst from her lips, her legs trembling slightly as he began to twist his fingers into her repeatedly. The wetness leaking down into his hand reiterated just how ready she was for penetration.

 

However, he had every intention of exploring further this time, he thought, as he leaned forward to flick his tongue against her protruding nub. He could taste himself mixed with her juices, but it did not concern him. In fact, the mixture drove him to suck her flesh between her lips, drawing a breathless moan from her.

 

With every thrust of her hips against his mouth, Sesshoumaru found himself losing more of his strenuous control. He wished for nothing more than to slam her against the tree and then drive himself into her repeatedly.

 

With that thought, he retrieved his fingers, deliberately scraping past her nub as he did so. Her heaving chest drew his attention when he stood up to face her. In a swift move, he pulled the fabric concealing her body up over her head, tossing it to a nearby branch to join the bottom half of her clothing. Her rounded breasts were now bared to his gaze, and Sesshoumaru's mouth watered at the sight of her protruding nipples.

 

Unable to deny himself, he lowered his head to capture a peak with his lips, eliciting a hoarse cry from the miko. Her hands clenched in his hair as he flicked his tongue over the tip, his arm wrapped around her waist securely.

 

He was so involved in his task that he did not notice that one of her hands had left his hair until he felt searching fingers in front of his hakama. When those fingers closed around his hard length, Sesshoumaru bit back a groan. Burying his face between the valley of her breasts, he strained to keep control of the lust coursing through his veins as she began to move her fingers up and down.

“Let me go,” a husky whisper came from above.

 

He stilled at her words, and then pulled back to study her, uncertain what she had meant. The miko's expression was suffused with an odd mix of shyness and desire, but she met his eyes unflinchingly. Her hand continued to move against his hardness, and Sesshoumaru found himself unable to form a coherent thought.

 

“Why?” he finally managed.

 

Her eyes flickered, and then her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “I want to try something.”

 

Curiosity overcame wariness, and he only hesitated for a mere second before his arm unraveled from her, allowing her freedom. Then his eyes widened when she dropped to her knees in front of him, her lips tantalizingly close to his arousal.

 

He gazed intently down at her dark head, hardly believing that she was truly going to do this. A second later, his entire body tensed as she licked him once, and then twice. He gritted his teeth, fighting to keep still as she proceeded to flicked her tongue repeatedly against him. When her lips closed around his engorged tip, his entire body jerked and he released a snarl. His reaction only spurred her to take him deeper into her mouth. He fisted his fingers in her hair, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer to take in more of his throbbing flesh.

 

Before he could make up his mind, she moaned deeply, her tongue and throat vibrating around him.

 

It was too much.

 

Mind clouded with overwhelming lust, Sesshoumaru dropped down to sit on the branch and, in a swift move, impaled her onto his aching length. As she cried out at the suddenness of the move, his eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of her flesh rippling around him. Her arms came around to lock behind his neck, and the scrape of her fingers against his skin drew a shiver from him.

 

He abhorred the fact that he barely possessed any control over his body, but he could not stop himself from surging up into her repeatedly, holding her in place with his arm around her waist. With each of his hard thrusts, a whimper escaped her, eroding his control further. It did not help that her breasts were bouncing right before him, tantalizing him with the hard tips.

 

Still thrusting deeply into her hot, wet depths, he captured a nipple with a growl. Her fingers were now threading through his scalp, pulling him closer but Sesshoumaru found that he did not mind in the least. His entire attention was focused on how their skin slid together each time he drove into her, and the taste of her peak in his mouth.

 

The pressure within him was growing and, from the irregular gasps of the miko's breath, he knew that she was close too.

 

Pulling away from her nipple, he once again pressed his lips to her neck as his arms tightened around her waist. The urge to open his mouth and mark her was almost overwhelming, but he gritted his teeth hard to ensure that he would not give in to it. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt himself drawing closer to completion.

 

A broken cry escaped from the miko just moments before he felt her muscles kneading him, pushing him towards his own release. Gritting out a snarl, he thrust hard once, twice, then the pressure broke. As waves of intense pleasure washed over him, he spilled his seed deep into her.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Still reeling from her second orgasm in the day, Kagome felt limp and found herself unable to move. The rough bark of the tree branch scraped lightly against her skin, contrasting with the softness of Sesshoumaru's hakama as he shifted her slightly. His softening arousal slipped out of her, leaving her feeling oddly bereft at the loss.

 

As she laid against his naked chest, his heartbeat drumming against her ear, her mind began to clear, allowing coherent thoughts to filter through.

 

She felt guilty.

 

The urge had not been very strong this time. In fact, it felt different from the previous times. She had been lucid, and her actions were her own. Thinking back, she should have resisted it. But she did not know why she did not even try very hard this time. The whole encounter could have been avoided in the first place.

 

Why?

 

Could it be simply because she wanted it to happen? That it had nothing to do with Mukotsu's poison anymore? She could not deny that it was likely. Now that she thought about it, after the first couple of times, she only thought of Sesshoumaru and no other male. Why was she so drawn to the stoic taiyoukai? What did she feel for Sesshoumaru? Was this just sex, or was it something more?

 

She did not love Sesshoumaru, did she? No. She loved Inuyasha, but she could hardly believe that her physical attraction towards Sesshoumaru felt so much more intense that what she had ever felt for Inuyasha. Each time she had the urge for physical satisfaction, the first person she thought of was Sesshoumaru, not Inuyasha.

 

Could it be that she was harboring a little crush on the taiyoukai? Was this why she felt like she could never get enough of him?

 

She shook herself inwardly. No, she was just being silly. They had just had sex and she was, obviously, still not thinking clearly. All she had to do was see how it went for the next few days, then she would think about this again.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Ever since their heated coupling two days ago, Sesshoumaru had noticed that the miko often cast him thoughtful glances. The odd light in her eyes unsettled him and he could not explain what it meant. Hence, he had chosen to simply ignore it.

 

Besides, they were already close to his source of information, and it meant that soon she would be cured, and then leaving his company to return to his hanyou brother.

 

Somehow, the notion did not please him as much as he thought it would.

 

Brushing the thought away, Sesshoumaru focused on a familiar area beneath them. Wordlessly, he guided his cloud to descend, while the miko clutched her fingers tighter behind his back. For two days now, she had held on with both her arms around him. And, for two days now, he had said nothing to stop her from doing so.

 

When they landed, the miko turned around to survey their surroundings warily.

 

“Where are we?” she asked in a soft voice.

Inclining his head towards the west, Sesshoumaru said, “Come.”

 

Certain that she would follow, he began to make his way through the forest without waiting for her response. As anticipated, he could hear her subtle footsteps behind him.

 

The walk was short, and Sesshoumaru soon found himself in front of an ancient tree demon. Joining him, the miko released a surprised gasp when the surface of the tree rippled and the tree youkai's features sharpened to reveal two intelligent eyes.

 

“Ah, it's you, Sesshoumaru.”

 

Sesshoumaru inclined his head, and then gestured to the miko. “She seeks your advice.”

 

Those eyes shifted towards the miko. “Oh? A miko.” After a short pause, he continued, “I'm Bokusenou. And you are?”

 

“Kagome. Higurashi Kagome,” the miko replied, studying the tree demon curiously but not without a hint of wariness.

 

Turning back to him, Bokusenou remarked, “I'm surprised that you're aiding a human.”

 

Displeased by the question, Sesshoumaru replied icily, “It is you who will be aiding the human.”

 

Bokusenou's expression twisted in what appeared to be amusement before he returned his attention to the miko. “Then how may I be of service?”

 

Ignoring the tree youkai, Sesshoumaru directed a pointed glance at the miko. He had brought her here and it was time for her to do her part. For a moment, her expression betrayed her trepidation. And then she took a deep breath, turning fully towards Bokusenou.

 

“I was… poisoned by Mukotsu, one of the resurrected Shinchinintai. And I want to find a cure for it. Can you help?” she asked politely.

 

“Poisoned by the Shinchinintai?” A pause followed before the tree youkai spoke again. “Let me taste your blood.”

 

The miko recoiled visibly. Irritated that she should fear such a minor thing, Sesshoumaru simply watched as the old tree youkai chuckled.

 

“Child, I only require a drop. Prick your finger on this thorn.” A sharp thorn appeared next to Bokusenou's face. “Here.”

 

Taking a deep breath, the miko stepped forward and extended her finger to the thorn. She paused just in front of the tip, hesitating briefly. Sesshoumaru found himself growing impatient, and was about to chide her for her uncertainty when she straightened visibly. Features set in an expression of determination, she pressed down on the thorn, allowing a drop of her blood to seep through the tree before she retrieved her hand.

 

Bokusenou closed his eyes in concentration.

 

When those eyes opened, Sesshoumaru found himself in the unusual position of being anxious about what the ancient tree youkai might say. With his vast knowledge, Bokusenou would be able to direct them to the correct path to resolve the miko's issues.

 

So he waited for the tree youkai to speak. But Bokusenou appeared to be more interested in studying the miko, much to Sesshoumaru's disgruntlement. The miko only stared back at him questioningly, without saying so much as a word.

 

Deciding that he'd had enough of waiting, Sesshoumaru bit out pointedly, “Bokusenou. Perhaps you wish to inform us of what you have learnt.”

 

“It is… interesting.” Wearing a contemplative expression, the tree youkai turned his attention away from the miko. “I detected traces of a poison, an aphrodisiac in nature. I take it that you're involved because you succumbed to its influence?”

 

Lips tightening, Sesshoumaru brushed aside Bokusenou's latter statements. Instead, he focused on the first. “Traces?”

 

“What do you mean by traces? How much of it is still inside me?” the miko pressed anxiously. “And how can I get rid of it?”

 

“When was your last encounter, Kagome?”

 

Cheeks reddening, the miko averted her eyes. “A couple of days ago,” she murmured uncomfortably.

 

“Hmm… that is what I find interesting.”

 

Another pause followed and Sesshoumaru grew increasingly impatient with the delay. “What appears to be so interesting?” His words carried a hint of warning.

 

“What is interesting is that there are only faint traces of the poison left in the miko. Not enough to drive either of you to seek each other.”

 

Sesshoumaru barely heard the gasp escaping the miko before his own eyes widened in disbelief.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Kagome could hardly believe what she was hearing. The poison could not possibly be gone. No, what Bokusenou meant was that the amount left in her was not enough to cause any effect on either her or Sesshoumaru.

 

The implication of those words was clear; that she and Sesshoumaru had acted on their own without the influence of Mukotsu's poison.

 

She swallowed hard as she recalled her suspicions right after their heated coupling. Her thought then should have alerted her that something was not right. Under normal circumstances, she shouldn't even have such thoughts about Sesshoumaru.

 

But she did. And, now that the truth was displayed clearly right before her eyes, she did not know how she could brush it aside any longer.

 

“What should I do?” she murmured, barely realizing that she had voiced the question out loud.

 

Then the ancient youkai smiled at her. “There is nothing left for you to do. The traces of the poison will be completely flushed from your body in a week at the most.”

 

“I see...” Her voice came out shaky, and Kagome hated it.

 

She braved a glance at Sesshoumaru only to find him wearing his usual indecipherable expression. The only difference was that, this time, his expression appeared frozen. One did not need to be a genius to know that the taiyoukai was mulling over the implications of their actions. She had no doubt that Sesshoumaru had come to the same conclusion as she had done.

 

That they'd had sex with each other because they wanted to and not because they were under the effect of some unknown aphrodisiac.

 

What would he do, now that what they had assumed was no longer true?

 

 

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A/N: That's it for now. Hope you liked it and, if you could, please drop me a review. Thanks!