InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Universe of Illusions ❯ Chapter 7 Possession ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7: Possession

 

The evening light had an intense brightness only found on lands close to the equator. The sand, the color of ivory, crunched under the feet of Kagome and the cool quality of the ocean breeze stroke her face. She was wearing a thin kimono made of cotton and was waiting for Sesshoumaru to finish adjusting the camera's lens.

 

At last, Sesshoumaru lifted his eyes and looked at her satisfied.

 

“Are you ready?”

 

She nodded. There was a knot wedged in her throat. In reality, she was not ready at all, and Kagome didn't think she ever could. She stopped fooling herself thinking that the only reason they were there was to take photographs for the campaign. With clumsy fingers, she loosened the sash of her kimono.

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her. Kagome was glad to observed his typical impatience, at least when we worked, he was serious. Her naked body became nothing more than a form in front of the camera.

 

“Now, get a move on. Have you applied sunscreen?” questioned Sesshoumaru.

 

“Certainly.” she responded in an insecure voice.

 

“And on your back?”

 

“As much as I was able to reach.” replied Kagome.

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head and he pursed his lips with his exasperation.

 

“Then there must be parts where you will not be protected. I do not want you to get sunburned. Great impression we will give to the clients regarding the product. It will be better that I apply some more.”

 

“No, thanks.”

 

“Do not argue and stay right there.”

 

“And where will I go?” Kagome asked through clenched teeth.

 

Sesshoumaru snorted and left to find the sunscreen tube from the pneumatic boat they used to reach the beach.

 

Kagome waited, her blue eyes staring at an unknown place in the horizon. With painful sincerity, she had to admit that the moment she accepted the trip she knew what was going to occur. Was it really that bad to pose nude in front of the crew? After all, they were professionals and they have already gone through similar situations.

 

Well then, why had she preferred to go by herself with Sesshoumaru? Conceivably, she thought with irony, because she had always embraced the stupid and romantic idea that to make love and fall in love were the same thing. Though Sesshoumaru had destroyed those dreams to smithereens by his brutal account of what happened. To him, to make love was no more different than a physical act that didn't need any sentiments. If Kagome succumbed, only she would be held responsible after Sesshoumaru breaks her heart, something no doubt will occur.

 

She shook when she heard his steps on the sand.

 

“Remove the kimono?” he said more than asked.

 

“Oh… hai.”

 

Giving him her back didn't make any difference. Kagome felt a shiver as she uncovered her shoulders. She removed it and placed it over her breasts, letting it fall in place like some protective gear.

 

“Move your hair from your back.” Sesshoumaru ordered.

 

Kagome obeyed. She kept herself straight while he applied the lotion. His movements were firm and secured. Spreading the lotion smoothly, he traced a seducing path on the curve of her spinal cord and caressing slowly and delicately the feminine curves of her derrière.

 

In that way he must make love, Kagome contemplated, with such skill he left the woman melting in his arms. The images were holding her mind without leaving space for rational thought. What did it matter what happens next? She wanted him so bad; she would give herself without conditions, accepting whatever he wished to offer.

 

“Good. Let us begin.” he announced.

 

Kagome breathed deeply. The shots, he was referring to the shots. With a strenuous effort, she managed to relax; she had a job to do. She walked over to where he signaled. She dropped the kimono and kneeled facing her back to him. He was right, agreed Kagome, the composition was perfect.

 

“Loosen your hair more. Gathered the strands and spread them over your shoulders.”

 

Kagome followed his instruction, trying for the best shots, and forgetting she was naked. It was not simple; in fact giving him her back left her feeling vulnerable. But she couldn't deny she was experiencing extremely intense sensations of sensuality, which little by little awoke a new femininity in her she didn't know she possessed.

 

The humid tropical heat enveloped them while working. Between the two, they captured unimaginable poses: kneeling on the sand, with her hair to her back, fluttering the raven locks so the sun highlighted her blue tones; sitting and with the hands over her head; lying stomach down, leaning on her elbows, staring at the camera and with an enigmatic smile.

 

More than an hour passed until Sesshoumaru was satisfied.

 

“That is enough for now. We will take a short rest.” he said lifting her kimono to hand it to her. “Here. I am going to get something to drink.”

 

“For me too, please.”

 

She put on the garment, stood up and tied the sash. She followed Sesshoumaru through the beach until they reached a shaded spot under a palm tree, where she plopped on the sand and sighed in relief.

 

Sesshoumaru had brought a portable fridge. He took out two soda cans of coke and offered one to Kagome. She lounged on the trunk of the palm tree, inclining her head back to drink and took a long sip.

 

Listening to a click from the camera, she opened her eyes. Sesshoumaru was photographing her. Kagome laughed with resignation, there was no reason to oppose.

 

“Fantastic! You look fabulous.”

 

Kagome was a little stunned. She had not received a single word of compliment while they were working, and in those moments, while resting, with the kimono all wrinkled and her cheeks flushed, he was impressed?

 

“I'm a mess.” she said.

 

Sesshoumaru clicked once again, capturing the movement of her hair.

 

“Do not stop.” he said anxiously, moving around her to find another angle. “Keep it up for me.”

 

Yielding grouchily, Kagome let herself go with the flow to the enthusiasm of Sesshoumaru. To prepare herself, she lifted the soda can to her forehead, blew some air to cool her face and she fanned herself with her kimono.

 

“You don't plan to use these for the campaign, right?”

 

“No.” responded Sesshoumaru, kneeling to take a shot of her profile against the sky. “Kami, you are very sexy.”

 

She laughed. Sexy? He had to have gone mad. She was sweating profusely and her hair was a tangle mess and moistened. Though… it was true, perhaps it was the beauty of the place, or perhaps Sesshoumaru's persuasive voice, with that seductive baritone quality, but it was true something strange took over her and it guided her behavior.

 

The kimono had slackened and Kagome realized that from the certain angle Sesshoumaru was in, he could see one of her breasts almost completely. Instead of covering up, she directed a mischievous grin at him and folded a knee to uncover one long leg exposed form her inner thigh down.

 

“That is it. Give this Sesshoumaru more.” he said getting closer.

 

Kagome wet her lips with her tongue.

 

“Sensational.” he added.

 

Kagome was trapped in between the enchantment of the evening. It was as if she were some other person, a creature daring and captivating, capable of tempting and seducing. In a hidden part of her mind, she knew it was a madness to allow Sesshoumaru to photograph her in that manner, but she had already lost control.

 

She remove a little more of her garb, offering an arousing view of the soft depression of her bosoms. Sesshoumaru crouched down to capture the silhouette of Kagome's body. She, impulse in an instant by his molten golden gaze, untied her belt and exposed her shoulders. She gave a deep sigh and uncovered her breasts completely, with her nipples erect like a pair of springtime buds.

 

Sesshoumaru never stopped shooting, capturing the insolent exhibition of Kagome. Nonetheless, she didn't care. She had the power to awaken a sincere admiration from him and she enjoyed provoking him. Then she separated her legs and supported her hands in the sand laughing very provocative.

 

“Incredible.” Sesshoumaru appraised. “Fantastic.”

 

Kagome stood up, leaving the kimono on the sand. She offered him, though giving him her back, her body completely bare. She hugged the trunk of the palm tree and looked at Sesshoumaru over her shoulder.

 

“Now, turn around.” he said softly.

 

Her heart felt as if it was about to explode, but she was completely trapped by his sorcery and she couldn't resist. She obeyed and leaned on the palm tree. Their eyes locked, feverishly, and for a moment the world stood still.

 

Sesshoumaru didn't even pretend to conceal as he dropped point of view of a professional. He roamed Kagome's body with his darkened gaze, stopping at her breasts, on her delicate navel, the curve of her womb, and, finally, the burls of dark hair that crowned her long shapely legs.

 

During that examination, Kagome was about to melt. Her body responded as if he were stroking her. Sesshoumaru smiled and gripped the camera once again. He photographed her one after another. She was posing for him completely naked just as she had promised herself never to do.

 

The sound of the automatic rewind announced the end of the film. Kagome held her breath. Sesshoumaru removed the film very carefully and placed it back in its container. Then he put the camera away in its metallic case and closed it.

 

He turned to her with an unmistakable stare. Kagome shuddered and stayed immobile. Sesshoumaru moved closer. That moment was inevitable since that afternoon after they had first met each other.

 

Sesshoumaru was close to her, but didn't touch her. She could feel the warmth of his body. He hadn't put his shirt on after swimming earlier and his rippling muscles hypnotized her. She couldn't resist the temptation to caress him.

 

Sesshoumaru trembled as he felt Kagome's hand stroke his chest; his heart was beating just as fast as Kagome's. They looked into each others eyes, deep blue clashed with molten gold, a dark and hypnotic flame burst in their depths, a fire that erased the scars from the past and the fear of the future.

 

He wrapped his arm around her waist and caressed her slowly. Moving down to her rear and then back up her back, he pulled her to him with a sharp movement. Kagome felt his excitement against her abdomen.

 

They kissed. Sesshoumaru ran his tongue along Kagome's lips and finding the depths of her mouth, he invaded her most sweet corners almost without mercy. Kagome's response could be no other but to yield unconditionally to all his demands. Her nipples were beyond stiff the moment they made contact with his chest. She was molded to fit perfectly to his masculine form.

 

Tangling his long fingers through her raven hair, Sesshoumaru moved his lips away to kiss her jaw trailing to her ear then nipping on her earlobe and licked the shell.

 

Kagome threw her head back. She could hear her own agitated breathing. Sesshoumaru pulled her even closer to be flushed against his own while a lone hand ascended to the silky soft flesh of her breasts, squeezing the mound with his palm and then flicked her and pinched her nipple. Kagome felt a flaming fervor ignite in her bare crotch.

 

Sesshoumaru laid her against the trunk of the palm tree and spread her legs with his knee. With feather touches, he caressed her stomach then descended until feeling her black patch of hair. Kagome realized, with slight panic, she had no way of defending herself.

 

However, Sesshoumaru strokes were extremely gentle, exploring carefully, he separated her velvety folds searching for the pearl hidden within. A pleasurable shudder traveled through her entire body.

 

“Kami, you are so sexy.” he murmured in a deep husky voice. “You wanted to pass as a chaste and demure woman when all along you wanted this.”

 

Kagome tried to say something, but from her lips only came a moan. Closing her eyes, she felt herself engulfed by anxiety as she was being push down to the sandy floor. Instinctively she extended her arms to embrace him. They kissed again. Feeling Sesshoumaru's weight, her body began to get restless, desperately begging with anticipation of fulfillment.

 

“I love your urgency,” Sesshoumaru muttered, “but do not be in a hurry. We have two days and two nights to enjoy each other. I have waited for this for five years, watching your photos and imagining what it would feel like to have you in my arms again. Now that I have you, I do not want us to take this fast, I want relish every single moment.”

 

And that is the way it was. Kagome remained defenseless on the sand, her body becoming a delicious altar to the carnal appetites of Sesshoumaru. Her breasts almost hurt under the impetuous caressing from his kisses. She noted the throbbing of her rosy buds as he pinched and nipped. Sesshoumaru played with them lapping sweet circles with his hot tongue until he finally took one completely into his mouth and then the other one. He sucked on them with such hunger, Kagome's blood lighted up into a bonfire.

 

She was lost in a world of sensations, dragged by the torrent of uncontrollable passion. Sesshoumaru softly touched the inner part of her thighs which she quickly separated obligingly, pleading him to renew those magical caresses.

 

Kagome moaned when Sesshoumaru's fingers found her secret pleasure center. Never had she dreamed of being able to experience a desire so intense, so fervent, an ecstasy so unbridled.

 

In the most intimate recesses of her heart Kagome was astonished at her own behavior. Sesshoumaru wasn't pretending to offer more than a brief interlude. In two days, everything will be over and he will return to Ami as if nothing had happened. To him this was nothing but a passing fling, probably one of many in which he indulge, with the tactical permission from Ami, or without it.

 

Did she really have such little respect for her own self that it matter not to allow herself to be utilized? She knew this could end in a very painful self-reproach, but it was too late to back down. Feeling Sesshoumaru rock above her, kissing her all over her body, she couldn't feel anything else but the warm tide of feminine submission. In that moment, her heart belonged to him and he could break it however he wished.

 

Sesshoumaru savored every centimeter of that honey tasting form. He made whirlpools with his tongue in Kagome exquisite navel and she trembled in ardor. Then winding to her stomach and last, her abdomen. Kagome opened her eyes feeling the wonderful pleasure those expert hand had awoken with his magical tongue.

 

It was a delicious agony. She heard her screams full of joy, begging for full possession. The scorching heat form the late hours of the evening encompassed them. The crystalline waters rocked rhythmically against the coast.

 

Sesshoumaru hovered above her, supporting the weight of his whole body with his powerful arms. She spread her legs and looked into his darkened eyes. In the moment of rendition, she wanted to keep his eyes. She wanted to store in her mind the indelible memory of that instant to conserve it when he parted for new pastures.

 

Kagome wished to say “I love you”, yet she kept those words to herself. It was better to let Sesshoumaru believe that this act was just a relationship purely physical to her, to satisfy a basic appetite, no more important than drinking or eating. Words like “love” or “forever” could only cause unnecessary complications.

 

With great effort, she destroyed the instinctual opposition to Sesshoumaru's erected member as he pushed into the delicate velvet flower of her sex. In case of suffering any pain, she would accept it. But in spite of everything, she couldn't foresee the force of that thrust. She let loose an involuntary pain filled moan and arched her back.

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her with a stunned expression and, to Kagome's surprise, laughed in an unmistakable manifestation of happiness. He hugged her tightly and covered her face with apologizing kisses.

 

“My Kami! I am so sorry; I did not mean to hurt you. I did not… I could not suspect… why did you not tell me?”

 

“Does it bother you?”

 

“Bother? Kami, no. Why would it bother me?”

 

“It's just… I thought… you expected that I… you know, had more experience.”

 

Sesshoumaru smiled with delight and shook his head.

 

“Do not concern yourself with the experience.” he murmured. “This Sesshoumaru can give you experience. What I did not expect was having the privilege of taking your virginity. In these times, and in the world we work in, it is something unique.”

 

Kagome closed her eyelids in fear of finding in his gaze the true revelations of his heart. A truth she didn't want to receive.

 

“It was not… something that worried Me.” she stated. “I supposed it would happened sooner or later.”

 

“In that case, this Sesshoumaru is most fortunate to have been in the right place at the right time.” responded Sesshoumaru, recuperating for an instant his habitual cynicism. “And I can assure you” he continued, “I will do everything in my power, everything, so that these days you get the type of satisfaction this occasion deserves.”

 

Kagome believed him. At first, Sesshoumaru repressing himself to allow her to adjust to what for the first time was going to happened to her. But as soon as he was sure Kagome was alright, he began to move, initiating her to follow. Magically, the pain evaporated and a wave of exquisite sensations overpowered her.

 

Then, Sesshoumaru increased his pace, thrusting at speeds with force and at others moving in circular motions. Grabbing her hips, he helped Kagome follow his movements. She clung to him and imitated him as best as she could. She heard her panting breaths and the frantic beating of her heart. All five senses were submitted to sweet pleasures that were drowning her.

 

The temperature was everything time reaching higher. Trapped in a vortex of an incredible rapture, Kagome screamed. Her body shook with the spasms of ecstasies before Sesshoumaru's forceful thrusts. Suddenly he tensed and exploded in an earthshaking climax. He dropped into Kagome's awaiting arms.

 

Her lover's weight didn't bother her at all. She held him in her arms, marveled by the shuddering of that strong man. She was the one to have caused that shuddering. The nervousness that had tormented her earlier was substituted by a golden glow extending through her entire body, leaving Kagome a sensation of peace. Whatever future waited for her was not important, she belong to him, totally and irrevocable.

 

A short time passed before Sesshoumaru moved to the side pulling her with him to lie on his chest while he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

 

“Daijoubu desu ka?” he asked sweetly.

 

“Daijoubu.”

 

It was a critical moment. It would have been very easy to give into her need of letting him know she loved him, yet she had no right to demand any kind of promises. He had made quite clear that all he wanted from her was… a brief physical encounter. Kagome had to appeal to her strength and her capabilities as an actress to feign she also didn't wish for anything more.

 

“Do you want another drink?” she asked shyly.

 

“I want to eat.” responded Sesshoumaru giving her a soft slap on her rear. “With sex I get hungry.”

 

Kagome didn't want to think on all the many times he had enjoyed the same intimacy with other women.

 

“Very well. What do feel like?”

 

“Smoked salmon and caviar.” Sesshoumaru said, stretching over the sand.

 

“You're not content with just anything, are you?” said Kagome.

 

“No. Do you want to know what else I feel like?” replied Sesshoumaru. Then he grasped Kagome's hand and pulled her to him. He laid her against the sand and flip over to hover above her. Kagome gasped at discovering Sesshoumaru's insatiable appetite. She still had not recovered yet and he was ready for another go.

 

“I better go find something to eat at yacht.” she protested escaping from his arms.

 

Sesshoumaru laughed, but let her go.

 

That evening, they were not going back to work, she sun was setting, and so she could wet her hair. She dove into the sea and swan toward the yacht.

 

The contact with the water cooled her instantly and she was back to herself. She must have gone insane to have fallen into temptation. However, she did not regret it. Even if she was aware of how little it meant to him, Kagome had actually touched heaven and she will never forget that evening for the rest of her life.

 

Kagome climb onto the platform of the stern, she squeezed the excess water from her dripping locks and went aboard. There were towels in a built-in wardrobe; she wrapped one around her body and used another to towel-dry her hair. Then she headed over to the cabin to look for some food to prepare.

 

There was enough food for a banquet: smoked salmon and lobster, chicken wings and lamb shops, pork stakes and veal, Thai vegetables; everything precooked and frozen, ready for the microwave. There were also fruits: mango, papayas, candied and scented and delicious peaches.

 

Kagome was placing the food over the table when she heard Sesshoumaru. He was coming back to the pneumatic boat with the camera equipment. She felt a great relief at noting he had put his shorts back on.

 

“Mmm, looks very appetizing.” he remarked inside the cabin and slipped an arm around her waist. “This Sesshoumaru is dying of hunger. It must be the ocean.”

 

“Well, I don't think we will end up short in food.” Kagome said mischievously.

 

“We ordered enough for a dozen people.” he informed chuckling. “We will just have to manage.”

 

He stretched and picked up a slice of veal, and with the other hand he supporting a breast, fondling the mound through the towel.

 

“Why are you wearing a towel? You cannot possibly be cold.”

 

“No, but… I thought since we will be eating.” answered Kagome in a quivering voice while her body begun to respond to Sesshoumaru's touch.

 

“Remove it. I enjoy watching you bare.”

 

“I have been naked the entire evening.” scowled Kagome blushing and trying to keep her towel on.

 

“Well, this Sesshoumaru wants you to continue that way.” stated Sesshoumaru and yanked the towel off. “That is better.”

 

His amber gaze traveled all over her body.

 

“You are gorgeous. Your skin is pure silk and your breasts are perfect, so firm and soft just like peaches, with the most beautiful nipples I have ever seen.”

 

Kagome felt bothered. Those words could have been a compliment, still they emphasized the fact he only view her as an object of pleasure. Her worth was based solely on the fortuitous beauty of her body and her face.

 

“Is something wrong?” Sesshoumaru asked Kagome, he sniggered at her seriousness.

 

Kagome simply shrugged with resignation. There really was no sense of trying to cover herself, it was too late to be modest. She remove herself from him and sat on the other side of the table, on the soft leather seat situated the length of the cabin's side.

 

“What did Yura say after you told her we were coming here by ourselves?” she spat.

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her questioningly, not demonstrating any discomfort from the mentioning of the stylist's name.

 

“Why would she have anything to say?” he said sitting at the opposite side.

 

Kagome sent him a curt glare.

 

“Do you always treat your… ex-lovers that way?”

 

“To what are you referring to?”

 

“That you are dating Ami and then you lead Yura on, and now you're with me. That's what I'm referring to.

 

Sesshoumaru looked perplexed.

 

“I think you take me for some kind of Casanova.” he said scoffing.

 

“But you don't deny anything, ne?” she countered defiantly.

 

“Would you believe me if I did?” replied Sesshoumaru, he shrugged unconcern.

 

“No.” confirmed Kagome hurt by his lack of care. Though in truth, she shouldn't be surprised.

 

“You know?” Sesshoumaru added with his usual sardonic smirk. “If anyone were to overhear our conversation, they would probably mistake you for my wife.”

 

“Your wife? That would never cross my mind.

 

Kagome was furious, but she fought with all her strength to maintain her cold and calm aspect.

 

“Then it is good this Sesshoumaru had no intention of asking, ne?” he shot back, a certain steeled light flashed through his eyes. “I am sufficiently adequate for acquiring experience, though not sufficient enough to present me to mother, ne? However, you know what has always fascinated me of rich girls like you? It takes more time to get you excited, but once you are, you become real wildcats than any other.”

 

“Really?”

 

Kagome tried with all of her will power to keep her mask of dignity. Even when not arguing, she felt uncomfortable sitting there, naked. She got the impression Sesshoumaru was punishing her. He wouldn't stop observing her, stopping at her breast while eating.

 

“Hai, honto.” said Sesshoumaru with a look that alarmed Kagome. “Do you want me to demonstrate?”

 

“Iie, that won't be necessary.” responded Kagome with a faltering voice and moving further down her seat.

 

Sesshoumaru snickered and with a flash, he sat on other side of the table taking hold of her thigh.

 

“Iie?” said Sesshoumaru capturing both her wrists. “Do you know what I think? I think you are a stiff snobbish lady that needs to be brought down a notch and this Sesshoumaru knows just how to do that.”

 

“Let go! I don't want you to make love to me again.”

 

“Oh, this Sesshoumaru was not thinking on making love to you again.” he corrected pulling her forward.

 

He forced Kagome's arms at her back in a way that her breasts pressed tightly against his bare chest.

 

“Making love is a term too refined for what this Sesshoumaru had in mind.”

 

Prisoner to her rage, Kagome kicked him on his shin and pushed herself away. She ran up to the deck, but there was no where to go. Turning around, she found Sesshoumaru had followed her. Kagome retracted; she picked up a pillow and threw it at his face. That earned to deter him enough for her to advance to the yacht's diving board and dove back into the warm waters of the bay.

 

After emerging, she heard a splash behind her. She swam as fast as she could to the shore, but, just when she placed a foot on land, Sesshoumaru caught her. While trying to escape, Sesshoumaru pushed her against the wet sand. He laughed out loud, energized by the pursuit.

 

“You're a pig! I hate you! Let me go!” Kagome screamed, kicking.

 

However, Kagome's voice denoted a lack of conviction and when he kneeled down, he gripped her arms over her head, and both knew she was only capable of offering a symbolic resistence.