InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cerulean Skies ❯ Bound For Pleasure ( Chapter 18 )

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Chapter 18

 

Bound For Pleasure

 

 

Warning! Er, the lemon is a bit violent and involves bondage. Please thank my wonderful beta, gen50. Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

“Hey, Kouga! Wakey, Wakey,” came Ginta's call from outside Kouga's chambers. “It's late afternoon already!”

 

“Shut the fuck up, Ginta,” groaned Kouga.

 

`Why do I feel sore all over,' he thought to himself. Memories of the night before washed over him. Thus started his much too early argument with his more sensible half.

 

`Oh, shit,' was his first thought.

 

`No, I was supposed to fuck her. Even Sesshoumaru pushed me into it.'

 

`Who said anything about you fucking her senseless? That wasn't a duty or obligation,' his conscious poked.

 

`Well…I don't fucking know! It felt good. Who says I can't have some fun?'

 

`And what about Sesshoumaru?'

 

`Mind your own business. Fuck Sesshoumaru. If he is so intent on me doing this, I'm going to enjoy it and he can say anything he damn well pleases.'

 

Kouga looked over at the sleeping lupa. `It would be nice to have someone warm to snuggle up to when Sesshoumaru is away. But he won't have anyone with him. It wouldn't be fair to him.'

 

He furrowed his brow as Ayame stirred in her sleep. The fur blanket slipped, allowing a full view of her ample rosy tipped breasts. `Not allowing her my bed may make her bitter. That wouldn't be good for the pack,' he rationalized.

 

`She will stay in my bed,' he finally decided after much inner arguing. `After all, it was Sesshoumaru who kept pushing us at each other.'

 

And so, he brought Ayame to his bed each night, keeping the peace and pleasuring her beyond her wildest dreams. Nevertheless, he missed his mate and the longing grew stronger with each passing day. Ayame could alleviate some of his need. However, she was not Sesshoumaru, only a replacement.

 

`Where the hell is he?'

 

 

~*~

 

 

“Where are we going, Sesshoumaru-sama,” asked Rin, dark charcoal eyes questioning her lord.

 

“We will find a servant to replace Jakken,” replied the great Lord of the Western Lands, his eyes lifting to the skies ahead of them. “Rin, carry my staff.”

 

He did not deign to ask, merely held out the two-headed staff, knowing that Rin would do whatever he wished.

 

“But where will we find someone for Rin to play with,” asked the little girl.

 

“You ask too many questions. Be quiet…for me, Rin.”

 

Rin merely nodded, knowing how seldom it was that her keeper showed such words of kindness. That is what they were for he rarely spoke, seldom said her name. She walked along beside him, enjoying their silent companionship. At the lonely call of a wolf's howl, Rin unconsciously grabbed Sesshoumaru's left leg and buried her face in his silken hakama.

 

“Rin,” said Sesshoumaru, gazing down at the raven head.

 

Rin slowly lifted her eyes to meet those always cold stones. Yet, she could see. Always, she could see what was behind those eyes. Now they only showed concern.

 

“Release me, Rin,” he said softly and as she did he sat down and drew her into his lap.

 

“Do you trust me, Rin?” he asked while his gaze bore through her as though trying to read her very soul.

 

“Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she answered without any hesitation whatsoever. She trusted Sesshoumaru with everything in her.

 

“We will be arriving at the wolves den very soon. They will not harm you. They will not touch you without my permission. Do you understand?”

 

Rin could only nod as she felt a ball of fear catch in her throat.

 

Sesshoumaru could smell the distress radiating from her and attempted to soothe her. Not that he really needed to assure the little human who had chosen to follow him without his solicitation. Be that as it may, for some reason, he felt it was his duty to protect her. Perhaps it was because he resurrected her, making her his. Yes, that had to be it. It was his duty to protect her. And each time his emotions came into play, it was this rationalization that gave him permission to care for her. Most likely it always would.

 

“Rin, there is a very beautiful woman there, a wolf youkai. She is a leader and will care for you. You will not be afraid of her. Like you, she puts flowers in her hair,” he added, hoping to alleviate any potential fear.

 

“Flowers? Really?”

 

Sesshoumaru noted that his tactical distraction was working and continued to re-direct her focus.

 

“Do you think she would let me put flowers in her hair?” Rin asked, smiling up at him.

 

“I am certain that she would enjoy such…gifts,” said Sesshoumaru, thinking he should keep to simple words.

 

“I want to pick some now! Can I? Can I pick some flowers for the pretty lady?”

 

“You may collect them as we journey,” he nodded, lifting her as he stood.

 

 

~*~

 

 

It was not far now, the flowers would not have time to shrivel. Rin hadn't picked out one beautiful wildflower before finding another, her arms quickly becoming laden with all colors of the rainbow. She hadn't even noticed the thinning of the trees as they exited the forest. Only out of the corner of her eye did she notice that the vague white of Sesshoumaru's clothes had ceased their forward motion. She looked up to see the yawning mouth of the wolf den, and two strange looking wolves. Immediately, her instincts kicked in and she took a step backward.

 

“Ginta, Hakkaku, greetings,” said Sesshoumaru, nodding at each. Feeling Rin clutch at his clothing, he introduced and decreed, “This is my ward, Rin. Let it be known that none are to touch her without my permission. Death is the punishment for such disobedience.”

 

“Uh, yeah, okay, whatever you say,” said Ginta, staring nervously at the young girl.

 

“Um…Ah…I'll go get Kouga and Ayame. Yeah…that's what I'll do,” stuttered Hakkaku. He nodded at Sesshoumaru and took off as fast as his legs could carry him.

 

“Come, Rin,” instructed Sesshoumaru and he strolled toward the den with Ginta bringing up the rear.

 

Rin followed, still clutching his clothing, something that was quite difficult while holding an armload full of flowers.

 

Rin noticed a couple of wolf youkai exit the cave. One must have been the woman Sesshoumaru had told her about. She was quite beautiful in her white fur clothing. He was right too. She had a flower in her hair. Rin smiled, very pleased that she had picked so many flowers for the beautiful lady to choose from.

 

As the couple came closer, she felt Sesshoumaru go slightly stiff and noticed him sniffing the air. She was always attuned to her lord. He wasn't pleased with something. She looked over at the male wolf youkai and thought she recognized him. A shiver ran up her spine.

 

`Sesshoumaru would never let anyone hurt me,' she assured herself. And with that thought in mind, she boldly stepped from behind Sesshoumaru. Standing beside him, she obediently waited for Sesshoumaru to introduce her.

 

“Ayame, Kouga, this is my ward, Rin. She is to be treated with respect in all things. No harm is to come to her,” stated Sesshoumaru with cold formality as he narrowed his gaze at Kouga.

 

Completely ignoring the introduction, Kouga knew exactly what had Sesshoumaru's hackles up. As though guarding her, he edged a little closer to Ayame. With jealousy in the mix, his mate could quickly become volatile, and boy did he know it!

 

“Hi, Rin. Those are very pretty flowers you have there. Would you like to put them in some water?” asked Ayame, smiling down at Rin. Ayame could see the exchange of hard stares and wanted nothing more than to lead the child away from a potentially violent explosion of wills.

 

Rin looked up at Sesshoumaru, asking permission. His simple nod was all she needed before running forward and standing in front of Ayame.

 

“Thanks, Ayame,” said Kouga without looking at her.

 

Ayame lightly touched Rin's shoulder and led her away.

 

“I see that you have availed yourself of your beautiful lupa,” stated Sesshoumaru. His facade sliding perfectly into place, his tone so calm that one would think he was merely speaking of the weather. That was a very bad sign.

 

“It is my obligation, isn't it? You kept badgering me about how I needed to do that. Well, I've done it. Got a problem with it?” Kouga nearly huffed, not quite able to mask all the different emotions playing through him.

 

Frustration with Sesshoumaru and Ayame, guilt at having enjoyed himself so much, and anger at what he knew was Sesshoumaru's jealousy combined to burn his gut. He was ready for a fight, if for nothing else than to relieve the tension.

 

“Inform your lupa that we will be away for a couple of days,” Sesshoumaru commanded.

 

“No,” Kouga flatly stated.

 

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at the wolf's belligerence. “And why not?”

 

“Because you didn't ask! You can't just order me around like that, especially in front of my pack,” Kouga snarled.

 

“Ah, I see. My apologies, Wolf Prince,” Sesshoumaru nodded, remembering their need to satisfy the pack's need to be assured that he was not attempting to take over as leader.

 

“If it pleases you, join me for two days in which we shall travel to the home which I have built for your pleasure.” Sesshoumaru's deep, silky, rumbling voice slid over Kouga's body like heated oil. Golden eyes gave Kouga a stare that could melt an iceberg into boiling water.

 

`So, the dog has changed strategies. Seduce me into leaving instead of starting a fight.'

 

“Um…ah,” Kouga stammered, “I will tell her right now,” he said before speeding away. `He can be so hot and sexy when he wants. But damn! I know he has something else on his mind besides sex.'

 

 

~*~

 

 

The sun beat down as the two leisurely made their way across open fields. Sesshoumaru had been a bit distant, even moved away when Kouga had stepped in to embrace him. The more time spent not touching each other, the more Kouga felt as though he had truly betrayed Sesshoumaru. He was beginning to feel dirty, as though he didn't have the right to touch Sesshoumaru.

 

Ayame stood between them now. He had known that this would happen. That was why he didn't want to bed her in the first place. He knew that it would drive a wedge between them. Sesshoumaru was his chosen life mate and he could not live separated from Sesshoumaru in any way. This obstacle would need to be overcome, and quickly.

 

“You're quiet,” Kouga said tentatively.

 

“You reek of your lupa.” It was a simple statement, not demanding a response.

 

“You think she smells bad?” Kouga replied, attempting a bit of humor.

 

Sesshoumaru stopped and turned to face Kouga.

 

“Were it not for the fact that you do not have a mark on you, I would have assumed that you two were mates. You did not simply bed her, Kouga.” Sesshoumaru gave away no emotion. He was calm, giving Kouga no idea where this was leading.

 

`Oh shit. What do I say? What can I tell him? I didn't have to make love to her so much. Love? No, no, no, no.' Kouga shook his head and knew he had to say something.

 

“Um…once we got started, I just…couldn't stop. It felt good.” Kouga stumbled over his words, his eyes shifting everywhere but to Sesshoumaru.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed to slits. “Did you enjoy her delights more than you enjoy mine?”

 

With a gasp, Kouga's eyes flew up to meet Sesshoumaru's. “No! Different! Not better. Just…different.”

 

“Mmm. Different.” Sesshoumaru seemed to ponder while gazing at the ground then lifted his gaze back to Kouga. `Does he require variety? Or is he lying? Jealousy again. Why can't I rid myself of this? I must find a solution to this problem.'

 

Kouga saw Sesshoumaru's eyes furrow and was about to puff out his chest in indignation when Sesshoumaru finally spoke.

 

“I want to take you to my castle.”

 

Now that was unexpected.

 

“However, you must bathe first.”

 

`Okay. At least he doesn't seem to be pissed,' Kouga thought. “Come on, we'll go to the river. Um…We said we would only be gone two days.”

 

Sesshoumaru simply smirked at him. “There are much swifter forms of travel, though it is physically taxing.”

 

Kouga sent him a questioning gaze.

 

“You shall see,” Sesshoumaru quickly said, not in the mood to waste time giving an explanation.

 

“Oh! Like you did at the gathering?”

 

Sesshoumaru simply nodded.

 

“I can't do that.”

 

“I will do it for you, my wolf.”

 

 

~*~

 

 

The river was cool and crisp, washing away the heat of the afternoon. Sesshoumaru had even decided to join Kouga. He didn't seem to be in any rush, so Kouga enjoyed himself until the hottest part of the day died when the sun made its way past midpoint. Sesshoumaru left the water first, wringing out mokomoko-sama before giving it a good whip.

 

Kouga gazed at the statuesque figure standing in the sun to dry. Even the lack of one arm did not mar Sesshoumaru's beauty. The stripes adorning his face, wrists, hips and ankles gave him the feral aura of a wild beast too unique to cage, a beautiful predator, not unlike the white tiger.

 

The long, wet, silvery hair clung to Sesshoumaru's back then twisted around his thighs as he pulled it into a thick thread and pressed out the water. He did seem smaller without all the accoutrements, but the defined musculature and strength became more than evident once he was unclothed. Stripped of his apparel, he appeared more real, more touchable. Less of an ethereal phantom with burning amber eyes being the only sign of a soul.

 

Sesshoumaru turned to gaze at Kouga, signaling to him that it was time to leave the water. Kouga sighed, regretting that he would no longer be floating in weightlessness while being entertained by the appearance of one of the most wondrous creatures in existence. Raven hair flowed like oil down his bronzed back as he rose from the water. Corded muscles rippled through his chest as he sloughed off the water.

 

It was quite obvious to Sesshoumaru that Kouga had enjoyed the view. Thick muscles in the form of a wolf youkai stalked toward him, sparks of lust flickering in those cerulean eyes. Sesshoumaru restrained himself, holding back the urge to throw Kouga on the ground and do as he wished. In peaceful silence, they soaked up the rays of the sun, trading the water trailing down their skin for the heat radiating in the air. Quite suddenly, a malicious thought, born of remembered jealousy, prodded and poked at the back of Sesshoumaru's mind.

 

`Make him pay. Return his infidelity with the lack of my embrace.'

 

But it had been him, after all, who had pushed Kouga into Ayame's arms. He had known it must be done. Yet that did not lessen the anger. These intense feelings were unexpected and he was inexperienced in dealing with them. Sesshoumaru was as open minded as any youkai could possibly be.

 

`Could it be a side-effect of being Kouga's mate? That must be it. Now, how to deal with it.'

 

His thoughts, feelings, and behavior were not fair to Kouga and he would fight his instincts to do what was right. His preparations would be put to the test. Perhaps it was time to show Kouga the darker side of himself. And maybe, just maybe, Kouga could tame his jealous side.

 

`Now that could prove to be a very enjoyable endeavor indeed,' his mind supplied while exploring all of his many unfulfilled fantasies.

 

Kouga glanced over at Sesshoumaru and noticed the youkai lord was deep in thought. At least they weren't fighting. He was content to leave it at that. Once Kouga felt dry enough, he dressed. Reaching for the thong to tie his hair into a high ponytail, he felt fingers still his hand.

 

“I prefer your hair down, my wolf,” murmured his mate as he drew the thong from Kouga's hand then ran pale, clawed fingers through the soft, shining, raven strands.

 

“Then you'll have to make sure it stays that way,” Kouga responded with a small smile. Sesshoumaru had touched him, had spoken to him softly. `Progress!'

 

“Come, my wolf,” smiled Sesshoumaru with the barest uplift of the corners of his lips. Reaching out his hand and spreading mokomoko-sama wide, Sesshoumaru invited Kouga into his embrace.

 

The white, fluffy length of fur wrapped itself around him and, except for the crush of Sesshoumaru against him, he was weightless. Suddenly, blinding white light seared his eyes and he clamped them shut. Wind buffeted him, leaving his skin feeling as though tiny bees were stinging the surface. Just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over and he found himself being set on his feet on the balcony of Sesshoumaru's own bedroom.

 

“Welcome to our home, Prince of Wolves,” stated Sesshoumaru with the distinct appearance of sincere formality.

 

 

~*~

 

 

“Wow. Who'd want to give this up for a den?” whistled Kouga while Sesshoumaru gave him a tour of the castle. “It's awesome!”

 

Sesshoumaru glanced at Kouga then carefully opened the polished mahogany door in front of them. Kouga's eyes widened.

 

“This isn't the dungeon. Why does it have all this…stuff in here?” asked Kouga, shocked at all the equipment that appeared designed for torture.

 

“It is my own private torture chamber, my wolf.” Sesshoumaru's voice was so deep and husky that it startled Kouga.

 

“I thought you didn't do torture, just killed `em,” Kouga commented. However, when he turned his gaze, the look on Sesshoumaru's face said it all.

 

“You misunderstand.” Those golden eyes were blazing with untamed lust. Then he heard the click of the lock being thrown.

 

“Oh, no. You're not doing any of that shit to me,” muttered Kouga, backing away.

 

“Did I say that I desired to torture you, my wolf?” murmured Sesshoumaru, taking a gliding step toward Kouga.

 

Kouga swallowed hard and his mouth went dry. “Well, maybe you didn't say you wanted to, but you sure were pissed earlier. You can just forget it!” insisted Kouga, taking a defensive fighting stance. “You're not chaining me up!”

 

Sesshoumaru laughed; a full-bodied, straight from the heart, laugh. It was sheer and utter music. Kouga didn't know whether to kiss Sesshoumaru, attack him, or run for his life, or to continue standing there in shock with his eyes as wide as saucers.

 

Sensing Kouga's confusion, Sesshoumaru spoke, “You are in my home now, our home, Kouga. In my most private chambers. There is no need to be uncomfortable. You are as safe as you will ever be.”

 

“Safe? Maybe your definition of the word is different than mine,” said Kouga, waving at all the strange pieces of equipment hanging from the walls and ceiling, as well as stacked about the room.

 

“You will not be harmed, my wolf. However…” Kouga noticed a mischievous glint in Sesshoumaru's eyes, “It is my fervent desire that I will not be so fortunate,” he purred, stalking closer to Kouga.

 

Kouga managed to get himself backed into a wall. Shackles clanked behind him as his eyes stayed locked on Sesshoumaru's advancing form.

 

“If it's a fight you want, I'll give it to you.”

 

“No, my wolf. I'll do almost anything you wish,” murmured Sesshoumaru. “Behind these four walls, I am yours to command.”

 

Kouga shuddered at the dark promises tickling his ear.

 

“You know what I like, just not to what extent. Test my limits, wolf. See how much I can bear. Take me to your heart's desire. Make me yours however you wish,” whispered Sesshoumaru. “Do not be shy.”

 

Kouga licked his lips. `I know he likes pain, but this is fucking weird! What happened to the high and mighty bastard?'

 

“I don't know if I can hurt you, Sesshoumaru.”

 

“It will give me great pleasure, Kouga,” insisted Sesshoumaru, licking Kouga's ear. “Wouldn't you desire to tame the most powerful youkai in the land? What manner of satisfaction would that give you? Lust, power, greed. In this room, all of your desires can be fulfilled. You would be completely and utterly alpha. Anything you want.”

 

Sesshoumaru licked his way up Kouga's throat then captured him in a soul-searing, blinding kiss, plundering the depths of Kouga's mouth. Kouga melted under Sesshoumaru's exploring tongue as the implications sank into his mind. To be able to order Sesshoumaru to do whatever he wanted was more than tempting. The asshole was always ordering him about.

 

`The whole pain thing is a bit strange, but it is so tempting to make him my slave. The great Lord Sesshoumaru on his knees...as my bitch.' Kouga found that thought too exciting and drew out of the kiss.

 

“When do we start?” he asked, adding a devious grin.

 

“Whenever you wish, my wolf.” Sesshoumaru smirked in triumph.

 

“How does this work?” Kouga asked, staring at the length of chains hanging from a beam in the center of the room.

 

The shackles connected to a set of chains which wound through a pulley then continued upward to attach to a large wooden slat that rotated.

 

Sesshoumaru stepped up, grabbed the chains and began walking around the room. The beam swiveled and followed his path. Kouga didn't see much point in being able to move someone around the room, but at least Sesshoumaru wouldn't be against a wall, giving him access to only one side. Then Sesshoumaru flicked a small device at the pulley and the chains seemed to lengthen, sliding toward the floor.

 

`Oh, sweet! On his knees! He's going to be there for awhile,' Kouga thought with a mischievous grin, which quickly turned into a scowl. `Is this some kind of trick?'

 

“I never would have thought you'd give anyone power over you,” he growled at Sesshoumaru.

 

Sesshoumaru smirked. “Nor I, until today. This,” he waved his arm around the room, “is a mere fantasy. There has been no one that I have trusted so much as to allow into this room.”

 

“And you trust me not to take advantage of the situation?” Kouga said with raised brows.

 

Sesshoumaru nodded.

 

“Well, you'll never get me to let you do anything to me, so this will be entirely one-sided.”

 

“Of course. It is my fantasy, not yours.”

 

“Just making sure we're clear on that. So, how should we get started?”

 

“That is your choice. You are alpha here. I am…”

 

Sesshoumaru didn't want to say `slave'. That would be too demeaning. His arrogance simply could go not go that far.

 

“You're my pet here, Sesshoumaru,” growled Kouga, understanding the lord's pride.

 

“As you wish,” said Sesshoumaru as a smile crept across his face. `He will do very well. Very well indeed.'

 

“Can my pet break these chains?”

 

“Of course, but I will not. Only should you go too far, my wolf.”

 

“What is too far?” Kouga inquired, his interest quite piqued.

 

“I will not be humiliated, my wolf.”

 

Kouga rolled his eyes. “As if I didn't already know that.”

 

“I believe that you cannot bring me such pain that I would lose so much control as to break my bonds. You can cause damage, but nothing that will not heal within a day's time.”

 

“Okay. Sounds good to me,” Kouga nodded, wondering how much Sesshoumaru could heal in one day.

 

“Otherwise, you may do as you wish. Use your imagination. As you can see, there are many lengths of bindings and objects at your disposal,” Sesshoumaru explained, pointing to the right side of the room where a shelf held oddly shaped objects made of different substances. Also, ropes, whips, etc. hung from the wall.

 

“You are a kinky pet,” Kouga mused aloud.

 

“Do you wish to find out just how kinky I can be?” Sesshoumaru drawled while watching Kouga's mind work.

 

Kouga turned to gaze into the heated stare of his lover. “No time like the present,” he growled, stepping up to Sesshoumaru. “Strip.”

 

“With pleasure, my wolf.”

 

“You are not allowed to speak unless I command you to,” Kouga instructed.

 

Sesshoumaru did not reply, merely continued to undo the straps of his armor, already obeying his wolf. Kouga was impatient, but he knew that commanding Sesshoumaru to hurry would be an insult as Sesshoumaru only had one hand to work with. He would not humiliate his mate.

 

Kouga took the armor from Sesshoumaru's hand as the last strap was unbuckled then decided that he wanted to be the one to remove the obi and swords.

 

“Be still,” he commanded as he began to work at the knot of the obi.

 

Sesshoumaru unconsciously held his breath while drowning in cerulean blue eyes, the tugging at his waist lighting little fires that skittered along his skin. The constricting cloth came free and the weight of his swords fell away. He watched silently as Kouga took them, along with his armor, and carefully placed them on a table off to the side. Arrogant confidence played over Kouga's features as he strolled lazily back to Sesshoumaru while holding a collar and leash in his right hand. Sesshoumaru had to bite back a groan as Kouga swung the leash back and forth in front of him.

 

“You want this, don't you?” Kouga whispered with an evil glint in his eyes.

 

It wasn't forgotten that Sesshoumaru had not been given permission to speak, so he held his tongue, being a good pet. Kouga circled Sesshoumaru as though stalking him. Coming to a halt behind Sesshoumaru, he drew up that long silvery mane then slid the choker over Sesshoumaru's head. Sesshoumaru gave a slight shudder as the cold metal came to rest on his skin, and it wasn't from the cold.

 

Kouga could feel the rising heat emanating from Sesshoumaru.

 

“You really do like this shit. I think I'm going to enjoy it too,” Kouga smirked as he gave a tug on the leash.

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his lips as Kouga slid around in front of him.

 

“Keep your hand to yourself, my pet,” Kouga instructed as he began peeling away the layers of Sesshoumaru's clothing.

 

Bit by bit the pale flesh of Sesshoumaru's body was revealed to Kouga's hungry eyes, and what a sight it was. Every muscle beneath that marble skin was finely chiseled to perfection, and Kouga had all the time in the world to enjoy the view. Well, for two days at the very least. A tremor ran through Sesshoumaru's body and his erection jumped at the feel of Kouga's finger trailing down the center of his chest to his abdomen then stopping just before reaching that aching part of him.

 

“I hope your ready, my little pet,” Kouga said with no small amount of lust in his voice. He grabbed Sesshoumaru's hand and led him to the shackles hanging from the center of the room.

 

“I noticed that you have accommodated the fact that you only have one arm,” Kouga commented, hoping that Sesshoumaru would not take what he had said as an affront to Sesshoumaru's dignity.

 

Sesshoumaru said nothing. He had had plenty of time to come to terms with the loss of his left arm. And he knew that Kouga meant no offense. Kouga studied the leather harness designed to bind Sesshoumaru's upper body to the chains. After slipping Sesshoumaru's right arm into the harness, he carefully threaded it under the stub of Sesshoumaru's left arm. He cinched the buckles in the back then looped a chain through the metal rings on the back of the harness. Once he had made certain that the harness was secure, he clamped the metal shackle around Sesshoumaru's right wrist then stepped back to observe his handiwork. Straps crisscrossed Sesshoumaru's chest, held in place by the bottom strap that encircled him just under his chest. It took him awhile to discern what the other two leather loops were for.

 

`Oh,' he thought, studying Sesshoumaru tight muscular ass. `Thighs. He'll have to help me with this one.'

 

It wasn't too long before he had the bindings tightly fitted around Sesshoumaru's thighs and hooked to the choker. The straps tightened around the bottom of the globes of Sesshoumaru's ass and Kouga noticed just how those little strips of leather accentuated what a nice ass it was.

 

“Why are these hooked to the choker?” Kouga mused aloud as he threaded a tether from one thigh strap through the choker and back to the opposite side, creating a triangle.

 

Sesshoumaru answered by bending forward, the straps tugging the choker, tightening it around his neck.

 

“You could strangle like that,” Kouga warned then sighed when Sesshoumaru gave no response. “It's your game,” he shrugged then noticed that he could add Sesshoumaru's wrist to the tether. `Trussed up like a boar on a spit,' he smirked as he redid the threading.

 

Kouga's eyes searched the room for more toys with which to play and noticed chains stacked in a corner. They were held in place by a metal ring attached to a spike buried into the stone floor. The shackles were attached to a rod that he assumed would keep Sesshoumaru's legs spread apart. He quickly made his way to the corner and grabbed the shackles, dragging the chains across the floor. Kouga used his foot to spread Sesshoumaru's legs about three feet apart then clamped the shackles around Sesshoumaru's ankles.

 

“Nice. Congratulations. You're mine now,” Kouga said in triumph, arms folded across his chest.

 

Quickly slipping away into non-existence were the needs to defend his honor, to protect others—something that he would always deny—to exhibit supreme strength and to be in complete control. And he relished the freedom it afforded. There would be no pretenses here. A long sigh escaped him as he gazed at the one who would make this endeavor worth all of those years of preparation and patient waiting.

 

Yet none of these feelings were allowed to break through his icy facade. To allow Kouga to see his vulnerability could one day come back to haunt him. However, for the first time, he would rely on trust, and that trust would give him a momentary measure of freedom; only for a moment, less than a blink in his long life.

 

Kouga brought a finger up to his lip as he pondered what to do next. Stepping within a hairs breath of Sesshoumaru, he spoke barely within either of their hearing range.

 

“You cannot touch me unless I give you permission,” he murmured while splaying his hands around Sesshoumaru's ribs then trailing them down to rest on Sesshoumaru's hips.

 

Sesshoumaru wanted to encourage Kouga to undress, but knew he could not. All he could do was stare at the wolf in an attempt to speak with his eyes, something at which he was not very well versed.

 

But Kouga understood and smirked. He would make the dog suffer. The table and shelf held some items that proved to be very interesting. One in particular stood out. It was smooth, cylindrical, about eight inches long, bluntly tapered at one end with a ridged bulge at the other, and was encased in a binding made of leather straps.

 

“Jade?” Kouga more commented than asked. “Good quality, too. What's the leather for?”

 

He picked up the item and examined it. Leather straps crisscrossed the object which was shaped suspiciously like a penis. Furrowing his brow, Kouga fumbled with the straps that kept their shape after he had finally removed them. Then his eyebrows rose.

 

`The straps are to wrap around his erection and the jade is to...He wants to be taken!'

 

Mischief played through Kouga's eyes when he turned toward his new pet. He approached as though stalking his prey, twirling the leather on his fingers.

 

“I remember how you liked my claws digging into your flesh when we initiated the bathing chamber. I didn't know there were so many sides to you. Perhaps that is why you show nothing? Hiding your twisted thoughts were you?” Kouga murmured, his lips, a hair's breadth from Sesshoumaru's, warm breath teasing the soft flesh. His intense fiery blue gaze burned into Sesshoumaru's, sending a visible shiver up Sesshoumaru's spine. There was no change in Sesshoumaru's flat expression, but Kouga could see the lust and anticipation behind those fiery amber eyes.

 

The drowning scent of Kouga's heated breath tickled Sesshoumaru's lips, but he made no move to initiate a passionate kiss. Everything was in Kouga's control now. Sesshoumaru's head fell back in a hiss and his eyelids dropped shut of their own accord when he felt the skin of his ass pierced by long sharp claws. From the point of contact, streams of liquid heat shot over his skin, into his blood, and down to his aching erection, causing his abdominal muscles to tense and quiver. Goosebumps shivered along his skin when Kouga slid his right hand away from Sesshoumaru's ass.

 

When Kouga brought blood laced claws in front of Sesshoumaru's face, the scent warmed Sesshoumaru's flaring nostrils. Holding up his fingers and gazing through trickling blood into Sesshoumaru's glazed amber stare, Kouga's gleaming eyes wrenched a groan from Sesshoumaru. Insistent throbbing tortured the head of Sesshoumaru's cock and thrummed through the shaft. As Kouga's tongue trailed a sensual languid path between his index and middle finger, Sesshoumaru's hand fisted in anguished desire.

 

It had always been the eyes. The bright cerulean blue, now darkened with desire, hypnotized him with the aid of nearly unnoticeable lines of crashing silver. He had been bewitched without even knowing it. And now a bronze god stood before him, those eyes burning with scheming plans of seduction. It was almost too much. He wanted so much! Hope was all he had to help him make it through the preliminaries.

 

`I hope it won't take too long for him to discern what these items are and how to use them.'

 

Two fingers nestled against Sesshoumaru's lips and he opened them to take them into his mouth. The bittersweet tang of his own blood assaulted his senses as he suckled the fingers with his eyes closed only to open and stare into a misty blue fog of lust.

 

“Mmm, like the taste of your own blood, do you?” Kouga rumbled low and feral in his throat, his own cock thrilling at the mouth suckling his fingers, the smooth tongue circling and tugging at the skin.

 

Kouga's gaze traveled the expanse of Sesshoumaru's luscious hard body. Every inch of that expanse of creamy skin was perfection. He would relish coaxing those muscles into a writhing mass of desire filled agony.

 

Sharp claws coupled with calloused fingertips traveled the plane of Sesshoumaru's chest, stopping to tease the pale pink nipples, brushing around and across the hardened nubs. Goosebumps broke out across Sesshoumaru's flesh again as his nipples hardened beneath the feathered touches. His already weeping erection jumped when Kouga pinched and twisted the sensitive flesh.

 

Warm lips suddenly replaced the fingers that had been on Sesshoumaru's right nipple, soaking it in wet warmth. Sesshoumaru couldn't stifle the groan as fangs teased the surrounding skin while Kouga nipped, suckled, and flicked his tongue over the now blood engorged flesh. Sesshoumaru's hand fisted even tighter, his claws biting into the palm of his hand as his hips tilted forward, seeking to slake the thrumming need in his groin.

 

“Mmm,” Kouga moaned against Sesshoumaru's flesh when he felt the wet tip of Sesshoumaru's cock brush against his thigh. That small sensation caused Kouga to decide that it was time to divest himself of his own clothing.

 

Of course, he made certain that Sesshoumaru watched as every piece of fur and armor was slowly, tantalizingly removed from his perfectly proportioned limbs.

 

“Mmm,” he moaned as he enjoyed the freedom of nudity, stretching while giving Sesshoumaru an enticing side view of the line of his lean torso.

 

The fact that he had naturally olive tinted skin and that he wore clothing only when necessary meant that there was very little variance in the shades of his skin color. Sesshoumaru drank in the image of the hard sculpted lines of Kouga's lean body, allowing his predatory lust to show in his gaze. While Sesshoumaru was held in thrall, the thick tail protruding from the top swell of Kouga's ass swayed seductively, caressing the skin of his thighs. Shining raven hair, imbued with hues of every color, hung long down Kouga's back.

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't have the wolf right now, but he could imagine all of the numerous ways in which he would repay the wolf for engaging in this adventure into the darkest recesses of his mind.

 

Kouga turned his head to observe steamy, amber, half-lidded orbs. He smirked before striding to Sesshoumaru and slashing a claw across Sesshoumaru's right breast, drawing a thin trail of blood through the pierced flesh; an experiment that proved successful. The pale line of Sesshoumaru's throat was bared to him as streams of silver hair were thrown back, accompanied by a loud groan while Sesshoumaru's back arched, raising the youkai to his toes.

 

`Damn!' Kouga gasped before performing another experiment.

 

Three claws slowly trailed down Sesshoumaru's abdomen, raising angry red welts with small beads of blood spotted along the tracks. Sesshoumaru shuddered and hissed with the thrill of pain burning through his blood, calling to his beast.

 

“I think I can handle causing you some pain if this is the response I'm going to get, but I'm not sure just how far I'm willing to go,” Kouga smirked, even though he was still in awe of the effect that pain had on his mate.

 

The scent of Sesshoumaru's blood misted the air in the room, promising pain mixed with even more blood and, eventually, an unbridled rutting. Kouga could feel his blood rising to the surface in a slowly escalating burn. However, if he was going to torment Sesshoumaru, he would need to reign in his own lust. Being that the most delectable creature in the land was standing right in front of him to do with as he pleased; it was going to be an extremely difficult task. Speaking of such a tempting demigod, Kouga reach down between the two and stroked his fingers over Sesshoumaru's long, thick, throbbing cock. It was hot to the touch. The soft outer skin was swollen to hardness by the rampant pumping of Sesshoumaru's heart.

 

Sesshoumaru ached at the faint brushes. Bit by bit, his hips pushed forward, seeking more pressure to sate his need. But the fingers receded, denying him the pleasure and increasing his torment, burning his muscles with the strain of controlling himself.

 

“Ah!” Sesshoumaru nearly roared as Kouga finally gripped and tugged at his cock, his breath coming in pants that did not seem to give him the air that he so desperately needed.

 

“A small comfort for you, my pet, before you experience real torment,” Kouga murmured, pressing the line of his body along Sesshoumaru's before claiming Sesshoumaru's mouth in a long, searing and passionate kiss, drinking the flavor of his mate.

 

Kouga pulled away, licking his lips and taking a much needed shuddering breath. Just exactly who was going to be tortured the most?

 

“Now, we begin,” he rasped, grabbing the leather binding that had been taken from the jade object.

 

He knelt in front of Sesshoumaru, gazing at the engorged length, wondering if it would fit within the confines of the straps.

 

`I'm sure he took measurements,' he thought, smirking at the picture that it created.

 

Carefully, he began working the binding over Sesshoumaru's swollen erection, making certain that he did not give Sesshoumaru any unnecessary contact. The clear fluid dripping from the tip of Sesshoumaru's cock was mesmerizing and he could barely tear his eyes away. The temptation to taste it, roll it around on his tongue, and feel the slick heat of Sesshoumaru's flesh sliding along his lips was almost too much.

 

Every tingling touch of Kouga's fingers was dragging Sesshoumaru toward uncontrolled trembling. Expectations of release, though knowing that it was nowhere near time, drove him to the brink of sanity. But he knew that the wolf had no plans to give into his urges. And it was what he wanted, what he had fantasized, and what he desired more than anything.

 

Sesshoumaru had believed he was giving up control and now he found himself fighting a whole new battle to control the muscles that wanted to break free and take the wolf hard and rough on the cold stone floor. The desire was not slaked when Kouga cinched the straps, tightening their grip around his shaft and the tensed sac beneath.

 

Kouga was surprised at finding that the binding also attached through small loops to the straps encircling Sesshoumaru's thighs, keeping Sesshoumaru's cock in a horizontal position.

 

`Pure genius,' he mused. “Is that too tight?” Kouga questioned, having never done such a thing and not wanting to truly harm Sesshoumaru.

 

Sesshoumaru merely shook his head. Even were he allowed to speak, he doubted that he could have. He was so overwhelmed with the sensation of pressure binding his blood flow that he felt as though he would release, but knew that this would not happen until Kouga decided to set him free.

 

The sight of Sesshoumaru bound and almost completely trussed caused Kouga's cheeks heat with lust. He wanted to take the stoic lord, fast and hard. Yet, there was so much more to do. Now he had the opportunity to explore unimpeded by the heated roaming touches of Sesshoumaru's hands.

 

`I am in control here, so I can allow some bit of pleasure for myself,' he reasoned, staring at the vision of male virility in front of him.

 

As though in slow motion, a bead of slick juice dropped from the tip of Sesshoumaru's cock and flowed down the long string that reached for the floor.

 

`Such a waste. There's no reason I can't have some of that,' he thought as he studied the swollen tip that was strangled by of one of the bindings. Using his index finger, he tugged the shaft in line with his mouth. He lifted his eyes to watch Sesshoumaru's reaction while he slipped his tongue out to take a swipe at the slit, licking the salty juices then rolling it around on his tongue, savoring the salty flavor.

 

At the sight of Kouga's lusting gaze, and at the warm wet appendage snaking out of his mouth to slither around the head of his cock, Sesshoumaru dropped his head and clenched his eyelids shut, tensing under the teasing, barely there touches. His wolf was doing well, very well indeed. He would not be disappointed. Of that, he had no doubt. No doubt at all.

 

The exquisite expression of desire denied led Kouga onward. He lapped at the creases of Sesshoumaru's thighs, taking his time to savor the taste of the skin, to taste the musk of his lover's sex. His tongue trailed beneath the bound sacs, teasing the rigid line just beneath. The soft groan rumbling through Sesshoumaru's chest sent him seeking new places to tease. There was so much skin to explore and he had only just begun.

 

He tested the skin of Sesshoumaru's thighs while caressing the tensed calves. There, just behind the knee, he found another spot that drove his lover insane.

 

Sesshoumaru nearly buckled as the soft pliable skin was suckled, sending sparks of fire rushing up, not just to his groin, but shooting through his abdomen, into his chest, up his throat and even to the tips of his ears. The heat was a sudden burst bathed his entire body in burning heat. It was a hard battle just to keep his legs beneath him.

 

Kouga took his time, nibbling around Sesshoumaru's ankles and licking down the tops of the very smooth and soft skin of Sesshoumaru's feet. He found three more spots before Sesshoumaru's legs began to give. The dip where Sesshoumaru's leg met his foot, behind his ankle bone, and the area right before the crease of his toes seemed to be sensitive spots, but not near as sensitive as behind the knees.

 

`This is turning out to be a whole helluva lot of fun,' Kouga mused.

 

Warm liquid spilled onto Kouga's cheek. He couldn't help but swipe it with his finger and suggestively taste it by sliding it in and out of his mouth while staring up at Sesshoumaru. More of the salty fluid dripped toward him. Catching the juices on his tongue, he raised to lick the head of Sesshoumaru's cock again, gently cleaning it while drinking the sight of such pained arousal. It was a wonder that any liquid could escape the tight bindings and he wondered if the flow would dry up. It didn't really matter, he had more exploring to do, more weaknesses to discover.

 

Sesshoumaru braced himself as Kouga rose to step behind him. Here, Sesshoumaru could not see; could not prepare himself for whatever move Kouga planned to make. He was blind to everything but sensation. With the anticipation of experiencing the many possilities, ghosts of sensation flowed over his skin.

 

There was too much silvery hair blocking Kouga's view of Sesshoumaru's back. He gathered the long silky mane and draped it over Sesshoumaru's right shoulder. The muscles in Sesshoumaru's back were tense and bunched and Kouga decided that he wanted to stretch Sesshoumaru's spine and force the muscles to flatten. Reaching up, he pulled one of the chains through the pulley until he had stretched Sesshoumaru up onto his toes then he secured the chain with a clamp. Now he could do some real damage.

 

Oh, how to describe the glorious beauty of the figure before him! Kouga stepped back to admire the expanse of creamy satin that covered thick corded muscles straining against the pull of the straps that forced them to defy gravity, tensing and flexing to find relief. Watching that delicious body writhe in the throes of unfulfilled passion was going to be a treat that Kouga knew that he would not soon forget.

 

Though Sesshoumaru was at his mercy, Kouga still had expectations to fulfill. How Sesshoumaru had managed to confuse pain with pleasure, Kouga couldn't imagine and he wasn't certain that he could bring himself to fulfill all of Sesshoumaru's fantasies. There was no question that he could enjoy observing Sesshoumaru lost in the clutches of unbridled desire, blinded by lust, burning in the denial of release. But how much pain would the stoic lord require in order to reach his limits? Kouga wasn't sure that he wanted to find out. That didn't mean that he wouldn't do his best to please Sesshoumaru.

 

As he stared at the flawless skin of Sesshoumaru's back, the pang of guilt for marring such a marvel of nature was already stealing through his mind. Kouga sighed. There was nothing to do but begin the exploration of the depths of Sesshoumaru's depravity.

 

Sesshoumaru's muscles rippled along his spine, tensing in anticipation. Languid, tender strokes passed lightly over his skin, too lightly to feed his hunger. The growl of displeasure attempting to crawl from his chest was successfully stopped in its tracks when he clamped the muscles in his throat, leaving the growl to rumble around in his chest. However, it did make its way to the surface when Kouga's mouth and tongue lathed the back of Sesshoumaru's neck along the spine, fangs scraping the skin.

 

“You deserve to be put in your place, my pet. I owe you one...or two or three. It depends on how you count them,” Kouga whispered, his hot breath flowing across Sesshoumaru's left ear.

 

Sesshoumaru trembled, tensing as Kouga's mouth grabbed his spine at the base of his skull. But Kouga did not immediately sink his fangs into Sesshoumaru's skin. Instead, he played and teased with nips and suckles, the anticipation and trepidation singeing Sesshoumaru's flesh.

 

`Just get it over with wolf,' Sesshoumaru thought to himself with a grimace.

 

He knew that he deserved it even if it wasn't one of the things that he had been expecting. But giving up control was a major point of this entire session, wasn't it? It wasn't as though he would be losing his dignity. He had to submit and he would. Today, he belonged to the wolf, utterly and completely.

 

There was a pause before Sesshoumaru's knees gave, his body resting its weight in the leather bindings, Kouga's fangs buried in the back of his neck, snuggly fitting on both sides of his spine while Kouga's tongue drew circles over the skin covering such an essential area. If Sesshoumaru could have, he would have howled in pleasure. He did the only thing he could, stared at the floor in wonderment at the freedom of his further release of control.

 

It was surreal. Everything around him was a blur, his sense of smell seemed dulled and his mind lost the ability to reason logically. There was nothing but the sensation of Kouga's mouth on his neck, fangs piercing his skin, and Kouga's strong arms around his torso. Everything else disappeared in the fog of contentment. This was where he belonged. The memory of having Kouga in this same embrace surfaced. Strange that the wolf had struggled against him then. An unexpected rumble vibrated his spine. The fine silver hairs decorating his arms and legs were swept up to stand on end as a low burning heat crept up from beneath his skin. His entire body responded, but his muscles remained lax; all except one, which stood at attention, begging to be touched.

 

`That was unexpected. I thought he would at least fight it,' Kouga mused, quite pleased as he withdrew his fangs and licked the blood from Sesshoumaru's neck. `Onward and upward! Or rather, downward,' he chuckled to himself as his mouth and fangs began a slow trek down Sesshoumaru's spine, scraping skin and drawing thin trails of blood. The bindings were a bit intrusive and frustrating, but he managed to tug them away from his goal when needed.

 

It was unbelievably erotic to have Sesshoumaru squirming and unable to appease the thirst that Kouga was inspiring. Upon reaching the area of Sesshoumaru's lower back just above the swell of his ass, and a nice well rounded ass it was with two little dimples on either side at the top, Kouga discovered a sensitive spot. A very, very sensitive spot. When Sesshoumaru couldn't hold back a pathetic whine, Kouga knew that he had found a key, a weakness; and he certainly planned to take advantage of it with every opportunity. Gripping Sesshoumaru's hips to keep him still, Kouga suckled that last inch, nipping and teasing it until he had Sesshoumaru whining, something that he had never expected to hear from the lips of this cold ruthless killer. It made Kouga feel powerful. Yes, to tame the great lord was exciting. Sesshoumaru had been correct.

 

Kouga gave up his playful exploration for more serious matters. Slightly bending his legs, Kouga leaned around to the left to study Sesshoumaru's face. Framed by a curtain of silver, the stern lord's head was hanging down, eyes closed, lips parted and a sheen of perspiration covered his face as his chest rose and fell with shallow pants. With every intake of breath, Kouga could see the underlying map of Sesshoumaru's throat. The sweat pooling at the hollow of his throat rising and dipping with the heaving of his chest unexplainably ran a thrill of tingles down Kouga's abdomen.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes snapped open when Kouga dragged his fingers over his glistening chest. Cerulean eyes above flushed cheeks gazed at him. Those extraordinary eyes, bordered with thick, long, black lace. He almost whimpered with the desire to lick Kouga's eyelids, to taste the forest in the musk on Kouga's cheeks, lips and throat. He could remember the sensation of that long black hair twisted around his fisted fingers. Four lines of pain seared down the left side of Sesshoumaru's back and he felt the lines of blood streaming down his skin. His body jerked as his eyes clenched shut and his mouth dropped opened in a silent cry. It felt so good and he wanted to encourage Kouga to sate his craving. Perhaps Kouga would become more comfortable with his desires and give him what he needed.

 

The warmth of Kouga's body leaning against his side left Sesshoumaru and he slowly opened his eyes to see the backside of a naked, bronze form with muscular, though very elegant, smooth legs. Kouga was pilfering through the many items. He chose one then examined the wall, coming away with an unusually matched pair of tools; a thick long whip and a large feather.

 

“Okay, I'm not saying that I won't stop when I see what kind of damage this is going to do,” Kouga said, frowning as he allowed the six foot whip to unwind. “But I'll give it my best shot. You just tell me when to stop. Agreed?”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded his head and Kouga stepped up to lightly run the tip of the feather around Sesshoumaru's nipples then trail it down his abdomen and around the leather bindings to brush against the base of his balls before running it through the creases of Sesshoumaru's thighs. The light touch did not so much tickle as tease and Sesshoumaru found his abdomen quivering at the slight touches. Kouga moved behind Sesshoumaru and ran the feather down Sesshoumaru's spine, over the pristine white globes, teasingly making his way to the partition separating the two. In a smooth oscillating motion, the feather made its way from the top of that thin line down the parted valley, across the tight ring of muscle and finally to that magical inch behind Sesshoumaru's tightened sacs.

 

Though Sesshoumaru couldn't complain that the sensation was less than arousing, he needed the solid strength of pain and this just wasn't doing it for him. The stroking feather disappeared and the hope was raised that now he would see some serious torture. Oh, he was going to be tortured, but not the way that he was hoping.

 

Kouga had watched the tensing and relaxing of Sesshoumaru's ass while the feather had done its magic. The sight was so erotic that he found himself licking parched lips as he manipulated Sesshoumaru's responses. It was the movement of the feather between Sesshoumaru's thighs that brought the greatest response and Kouga finally gave in to the desire to taste his mate.

 

`Why should he have all the fun,' Kouga smiled as he dropped to his knees behind Sesshoumaru.

 

Gripping Sesshoumaru's hips, Kouga started at that oh so sensitive spot in the small of Sesshoumaru's back then worked his tongue down that thin line between the globes of Sesshoumaru's ass, nipping at the globes to delay his progress and tease his lover. Kouga could feel the abdominal muscles just in front of Sesshoumaru's hips stiffen as Sesshoumaru leaned slightly forward into the coil building in his groin. The straps hooked to the thigh bindings tightened, squeezing the choker around Sesshoumaru's neck. While keeping his eyes on the straps and Sesshoumaru's breathing, Kouga allowed his tongue to sweep past the tight ring guarding the entrance to Sesshoumaru's hot cavern and wondered at the clean taste. Even though they had bathed, he expected there to at least be a change in flavor. There wasn't. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he'd never really observed Sesshoumaru eat very much of the same foods that he ate. How did the youkai gain strength? These questions dissipated at the hum leaving the depths of Sesshoumaru's throat.

 

“Unnng,” Sesshoumaru groaned as Kouga's hot wet tongue teased the edges of his puckered opening.

 

Kouga dipped his tongue below the ring to tease the thin ridge of flesh that led to Sesshoumaru's balls, only to rise back to the puckered flesh. Remembering the purpose of the room that they currently occupied, Kouga clamped his large hands on the globes of Sesshoumaru's ass, allowing his claws to dig into the skin as he parted the globes and plunged his tongue into the center of the tight ring.

 

“Kouga!” Sesshoumaru exclaimed before his air was cut off by the choker when his body attempted to fold in upon itself.

 

Claws dug deeper as Kouga flexed his fingers, his tongue darting in and out of the tight flesh, lathing the outside between intrusions. He thought of the jade object on the table and considered whether he should use it before or after he whipped Sesshoumaru. Maybe he could alternate.

 

`Yeah,' he thought jumping up to retrieve the article and a blanket of fur, wasting no time returning to his previous position.

 

Sesshoumaru's chest was still heaving, so there was no risk of him suffocating...yet. Kouga planned to keep a close eye on it, but he was finding himself getting very excited and possibly distracted at the thought of fucking Sesshoumaru, in more ways than one. He threw the fur to the floor in front of Sesshoumaru.

 

“On your knees,” Kouga commanded as he carefully lowered the clanking chains.

 

Sesshoumaru obeyed, finding the new position a welcome reprieve for his strained muscles.

 

Bending over Sesshoumaru from behind, Kouga whispered into the pointed satin ear.

 

“I want your shoulders on the ground,” Kouga said, cupping Sesshoumaru's jaw and turning the crimson tinted face to the side as he put pressure between Sesshoumaru's shoulder blades.

 

Sesshoumaru lowered his face and shoulders to the furred blanket without protest, leaving his ass in the air and at Kouga's disposal. Kouga wasted no time, digging his tongue into that tight passage, darting, teasing and moaning at the trembling vocal responses of his mate. Drawing back and taking a deep breath, he licked the jade until it was nice and slick then settled the tip against Sesshoumaru's opening. A thought occurred to him, giving him pause to reconsider.

 

`I want to be inside of him first,' he thought, staring at the jade.

 

He tossed the now offending object on the ground and flipped around to a crouch at Sesshoumaru's head.

 

“Up!” he commanded, releasing Sesshoumaru's arm from the straps.

 

`Make up your mind,' Sesshoumaru sighed to himself before rising up, steadying himself on his arm.

 

Kouga was on his knees, his erection right in front of Sesshoumaru's face.

 

“Open your mouth, pet,” Kouga cooed almost maliciously.

 

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at Kouga's tone of voice, but obeyed, turning his gaze to the thick, dripping appendage before him.

 

“Now, lick it.”

 

That wasn't such a tough order. The scent of Kouga's arousal right in front of his nose would have been too enticing to turn down even without the command. Sesshoumaru's long pink tongue slid out of his mouth and licked upward from under the wide girth of Kouga's erection, swiping the slit at the tip then swirling around the head. He heard Kouga groan and felt the pressure of Kouga's cock against his tongue as the wolf leaned closer. The taste of Kouga's essence permeated his mouth and nostrils and he was nearly overcome with the desire to suck the full length into his mouth.

 

“Suck me, but just the tip,” Kouga rasped.

 

Being verbally ordered in a no-nonsense manner was foreign to Sesshoumaru, but he had determined that he would simply need to become accustomed to it. However, that rule only applied in this room. His hot lips encircled the blood engorged tip of Kouga's length. It was a gentle suckle, teasing with the tip of his tongue.

 

“More, harder,” Kouga moaned and was pleased that the suction increased.

 

Fisting his fingers into Sesshoumaru's hair and holding it firmly, Kouga inched his cock into the waiting heat and groaned as Sesshoumaru sucked and clenched his throat muscles.

 

“Fuck, Sesshoumaru,” he gasped then pulled out and shoved himself back into the slick, wet heat.

 

“Damn,” Kouga rasped pulling away and releasing Sesshoumaru. “Back on the ground.”

 

Kouga didn't wait to see if he would be obeyed as he circled back around behind Sesshoumaru. He knew that his pet would be obedient.

 

“Beautiful,” he said more to himself than anyone else as he stared at Sesshoumaru's ass.

 

Then his mouth was there, spreading his saliva and teasing Sesshoumaru's opening. The great youkai shuddered and moaned. Kouga's cock jumped at the sound, bringing him back to his purpose before he could be lost in torturing his lover. Being that Sesshoumaru's feet were forced apart, spreading his legs, Kouga was had to center himself between Sesshoumaru's legs before positioning the head of his cock against Sesshoumaru's puckered opening. He felt Sesshoumaru tense under the slight pressure that he applied.

 

“Relax,” he coaxed, but though his lover tried, there was still underlying tension.

 

Kouga growled. Sesshoumaru might like pain, but this was one thing that he would reserve for pleasure. Something would have to be done and he knew exactly what that something was. Leaning over Sesshoumaru's back, Kouga clamped his fangs on the back of Sesshoumaru's neck and bit down. It worked. Every muscle in Sesshoumaru's body relaxed as a whispered moan escaped through his parted lips. Kouga kept his grip as he forced apart the tight opening of Sesshoumaru's body with the tip of his raging erection. And then, he was in, gliding forward, the slick hot walls of Sesshoumaru's passage parting before him, massaging his firm flesh. He heard a staggered groan as he seated himself fully inside of Sesshoumaru and stilled, in awe of the tight heat surrounding him. It was so intense that his cock seemed to thrum with new blood.

 

“I can't believe...how good this feels. You're so tight and hot. It almost burns,” Kouga panted before carefully drawing himself away feeling Sesshoumaru's walls collapse as he retreated.

 

Shoving himself in more forcefully, Kouga groaned, the tight ring gripping and sliding up his tingling, straining shaft. Slowly withdrawing, he thrust with more speed and force, hearing Sesshoumaru grunt. Paying more attention to the response of the youkai beneath him, Kouga began a careful and steady even rhythm. He had to contain the urge to close his eyes and focus entirely on the sensation of plunging into the gripping hot chamber. It was almost too much to ask of himself, but he was going to try. Sesshoumaru's eyes were barely open, his chest heaving, mouth partly open. Kouga gave a hard and fast thrust and delighted in the nearly whispered high pitched moan escaping from those lovely pink lips. Again and again he tested Sesshoumaru's response until he knew that he could do no more without his own impending release taking him over that edge of bliss.

 

Heavy thickness spread him wide, filled him up, and Sesshoumaru could barely fathom the depths of pleasure that he was feeling. With every thrust, the being that was Kouga planted himself into Sesshoumaru's very bones. His face and ears burned with the fires of hell. He wanted to writhe, to have his release, but Kouga's fangs and the leather bindings denied him. The choker squeezed his throat, cutting off the flow of air and the sensation of his body becoming lighter was everything that he had imagined. His cock ached and throbbed with need as did his entire body and he savored every moment. And then, much to his dismay, the warmth of the being filling him disappeared and he silently cursed the position he'd gotten himself into.

 

But it wasn't over for the dog. He had made a pact with the wolf and was honor bound to keep it. Though he didn't struggle when his binds lifted him from the floor, it was difficult to be of any assistance.

 

“I can tell you right now that I'm not going to like this, but you want it,” Kouga panted, still throbbing from their activity.

 

It would die down soon enough. He didn't relish the thought of inflicting so much pain on the one he loved, but it came with the package.

 

`This is going to be hard,' Kouga sighed inwardly then walked several feet away from the body that he was about to mar.

 

“You will tell me when it becomes to much, my pet,” Kouga instructed harshly before throwing the whip behind him then flicking it forward, snapping it back just as it reached that creamy expanse of silk.

 

The wind cracked and a long, diagonal, angry red welt appeared. Sesshoumaru's body arched and tensed with a grunt.

 

`Good, no deep gash,' Kouga thought with relief. “Was that okay? Do you want more, my pet? You may answer,” he added when Sesshoumaru didn't respond.

 

Again and again the whip lashed across that creamy skin, but Kouga was careful not to rip open the skin. It didn't matter that he had very little reservations concerning drawing blood with his claws. This was different, more brutal somehow. And yet, Sesshoumaru seemed to be enjoying it. There had been no request for reprieve and the quiet utterances spoke volumes.

 

“Have you had enough, my pet,” Kouga asked, hoping that his mate would be content with what he had just received.

 

When Sesshoumaru shook his head, Kouga couldn't help the small bit of anger heating his cheeks.

 

“Just how much do you want,” he growled, stalking up to Sesshoumaru and rounding on him, narrowing his eyes at the dog whose head was hanging in a flow of satin hair that starkly contrasted the harsh surroundings.

 

Kouga gripped Sesshoumaru's jaw and lifted his head. “How much!?”

 

“Blood,” Sesshoumaru rasped.

 

“You want blood? Fine, I'll give it to you, but you're gonna pay for making me do this. You're going to work for it now,” Kouga huffed, determined not to be the only one suffering discontent.

 

Sweeping the jade toy from the floor, Kouga deliberately stood inches from Sesshoumaru's face while he twirled his tongue over it and sucked it in and out of his mouth, all the while staring angrily into Sesshoumaru's questioning gaze.

 

“This is your payment.”

 

Sesshoumaru could not conceive how Kouga might construe the use of this toy as payment, punishment or retribution. If anything, it could only cause him torturous pleasure. But he sorely miscalculated his wolf's annoyance.

 

“Be warned, dog, I will not be gentle,” Kouga growled, before parting Sesshoumaru's ass and shoving the jade in without preamble.

 

It wasn't all that bad, especially when Kouga decided to give a few swift thrusts that centered in on something deliciously sensitive that had Sesshoumaru twisting in his chains. But, Sesshoumaru didn't expect what came next. Kouga shoved the object hard, pushing the ridged base completely into Sesshoumaru, filling him until his belly felt the pressure of the object. The initial pain quickly receded into a slight discomfort and Sesshoumaru had to examine whether or not he liked this unexpected development.

 

“Now, you will hold that there until I take it out, dumb dog,” Kouga grumped before stomping to his previous position several feet behind Sesshoumaru.

 

Kouga gave no warning before cracking the whip. Thin trails of blood streaked down Sesshoumaru's arching back causing Kouga to gasp and rush forward to see how much damage he'd done. Seeing that the cut was minor, he sighed in relief then smeared his fingers through the blood, tracing the edge of the wound.

 

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, still hoping that Sesshoumaru had found the fantasy to be too real.

 

Much to his dismay, Sesshoumaru only nodded.

 

“More?”

 

Another nod.

 

`Perverted, stupid dog!'

 

Before he had inflicted as much punishment as he could muster, Sesshoumaru was moaning, and not from the pain, his hand dripping with blood from the claws digging into the palm. Each crack of the whip brought delightful sounds from his lover, but they also brought new thin slices through that beautiful white flesh and new tiny streams of blood. With the fourth crack, Sesshoumaru cried out.

 

“Aah! Kouga! Please, please!”

 

“Please what!?” Kouga growled, cracking the whip again.

 

“Aahuugh! More!”

 

“Damn it,” Kouga swore, cracking the whip again and again, wincing with each blow; Sesshoumaru crying out as his body rose to its toes, every muscle taut with the searing pain and pleasure.

 

Every lash of the whip shot blinding fire through Sesshoumaru's veins. He would never get enough. His cock burned and felt as though it would explode. Sesshoumaru needed release or more pain, he didn't care which. It was consuming him; another flash of pain, another sliver of pleasure tightening his groin and shooting through his abdomen and chest. And with each tensing, the jade within him shifted upward in such a delightful manner, massaging that incredibly sensitive spot. His ears sang with the blood pounding through his body and his chest was sore with the strain of his panting and cries. Allowing his body to relax, he waited for the next lash of the whip. He was not disappointed. As the leather popped against his back, he howled out his pleasure, arching and writhing then finally slumping forward, trembling as the collar choked off his air. His head swam and his body became lighter with the lack of oxygen. And all he wanted was more.

 

Kouga had reached his own limit as he observed Sesshoumaru's back drenched in the bright red liquid as it trickled down that beautifully sculptured ass. Sure, Sesshoumaru was a quick healer, but that didn't mean that Kouga wasn't sympathetic to the pain that his lover was feeling.

 

“I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru, but I can't do this anymore,” Kouga sighed, before closely examining the product of his actions.

 

Bronzed feet appeared in Sesshoumaru's line of sight and he raised his eyes to gaze into the pained expression of his lover. He gave a weak smile of appreciation and hoped that Kouga would learn to become accustomed to this sweet torture. Then his head was down again, his chin resting against his chest as he enjoyed the searing sensations in his back. Few had ever been able to harm him and only one had escaped his vengeance. This was real, a new experience to be savored. Pure sensation. Yes, making love was a wondrous thing, but could only go so deep into that twisted part of him that always felt apart from the very real solid world. This grounded him, made him more aware of the hardness of life. Is this a bit of what it felt like to be human, to be vulnerable to the ravages and hardships of a life that he had never experienced? This was everything and more than he had anticipated. And it could only get better.

 

“More,” he rasped.

 

“No,” Kouga protested, shaking his head, his long raven hair tresses rippling over his shoulders and chest. “You've got to give me time to get used to this weird shit.”

 

The perfume of Kouga's forested scent snaked up into Sesshoumaru's nostrils as he felt and heard his chains being lowered. The object inside of him made its presence known once again, shifting as he was lowered to his knees and given room to sit back on his calves. And his body remembered the sensation created as his torso tensed and arched with each lash and how the jade nudged upward, massaging that mysterious spot inside of him, searing brands of heat through his body only to surface on his skin.

 

Sesshoumaru's torso bent slightly forward causing the choker to tighten around his throat and he found the sensation to be as erotic as before. Between that, the burn in his back, and the shifting weight of the jade inside of him, Sesshoumaru felt no lessening of his state of arousal. So wrapped up in the continuing surges of pleasure was he, that he wasn't even aware that Kouga had left him and returned from the basin with a wet cloth until it froze the skin of his back as Kouga carefully bathed away the blood. And even that sting lent power to his already seething arousal.

 

Though Sesshoumaru was already beginning to heal, Kouga still felt a pang of guilt, despite the fact that this torture pleased his lover. No matter how hard he tried, he simply could not understand Sesshoumaru's reaction. That didn't mean that he wouldn't keep trying. And maybe he would become desensitized and learn to enjoy it too. But for now, he was done with pain. Sesshoumaru would just have to live with his limitations.

 

Shifting around to sit on his knees in front of Sesshoumaru, Kouga gathered up the mass of silver hair and flung it away, revealing the deep blue crescent moon, then feminine eyebrows and a pert nose angled at the floor. He lifted Sesshoumaru's face and the amber eyes slowly opened in a glazed stare. Kouga had never seen such color in Sesshoumaru's face. Even his lips were swollen with the blood strongly pumping through his quickly beating heart. Kouga watched as Sesshoumaru audibly swallowed and a pink tongue snaked out to swipe and wet the parched lips. The affect that this activity seemed to have had on his lover, not only awed him, but frightened him just a bit. He thought that he had known Sesshoumaru. This was someone completely different; a stranger. Kouga lowered his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. The change in view brought his attention to Sesshoumaru's raging erection that seemed to be screaming in agony.

 

`That must hurt, but then again, he likes pain.'

 

Kouga noticed that his own cock had gone almost completely limp and found it a bit annoying. Sesshoumaru was having all the fun at his expense. Well, it was time for the dog to pay up. He was done playing games.

 

“Sesshoumaru, my pet,” Kouga said a bit too sweetly, grasping Sesshoumaru by the hair and yanking his head back. “You've been having all the fun while I do the work. Now it's your turn. Do you understand what I'm saying, pet?”

 

Sesshoumaru just stared at him through the haze, not really caring to answer. He would do whatever Kouga asked. There was no question in either of their minds.

 

“I enjoyed fucking you, but look what you've gone and done,” Kouga admonished, tipping Sesshoumaru's face forward so that he could see Kouga's lack of an erection. “Now it's your job to fix this problem because I want to fuck you `til you scream. And believe me, that's exactly what you're going to do.”

 

Kouga stood up, blatantly ignoring his desire to touch the dripping tip of Sesshoumaru's cock and give his lover relief. He still had his hand fisted in Sesshoumaru's hair and pulled at the long silvery white mane until Sesshoumaru rose to his knees.

 

“You may put your hand on my hip for balance. Now, open your mouth like the good pet that you are.”

 

Just the sight of Sesshoumaru's lips opening to reveal his hot slick throat was enough to make Kouga groan.

 

“Now stick your tongue out.”

 

That long pink appendage slipped out of Sesshoumaru's mouth and angled upward at the tip, waiting for Kouga to ease his now stiffening erection onto the slick surface. Sesshoumaru's apparent eagerness prompted a smirk to paint Kouga's face and then to bloom into a smile as he leaned forward and Sesshoumaru attacked the head of his cock as though starving.

 

“Look at me, pet,” Kouga said softly as he began to thread his fingers through Sesshoumaru's hair.

 

There is nothing quite as erotic as having your lover gaze up at you while you watch your cock sliding between pink lips and into his hot, wet chamber. Kouga traced the crescent moon on Sesshoumaru's head as he gazed into those lusty amber eyes, but had to break the gaze as he slowly entered Sesshoumaru's mouth. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he groaned in the absolute pleasure of the sensation of Sesshoumaru's tongue massaging his length while suckling as though he wanted to swallow Kouga whole. At this rate, Kouga was rock hard in only moments.

 

“You're very talented,” Kouga murmured as he withdrew then slowly slid back in, watching all the while.

 

And Sesshoumaru was very talented, but only because he loved the taste of his mate, the man he loved. The soft smooth skin of Kouga's cock slid comfortably into his mouth and down his throat and he relished swallowing the salty pre-cum that now dripped from the swollen head. The taste and sensation made his own cock seem to hum with an almost imperceptible vibration. He was so ready to find his release, but even that denial was a sweet torture that he hoped that Kouga would prolong.

 

The sight of Sesshoumaru's flushed face urged Kouga to slide his fingers down Sesshoumaru's temples to cup the pale and striped cheeks. With a gentle grip, Kouga held Sesshoumaru immobile while he slid comfortably in and out of Sesshoumaru's mouth.

 

“Suck harder, my pet,” Kouga rasped as he felt bursts of heat crashing over his body in waves.

 

Not only did Sesshoumaru obey his wolf, but he also used his tongue to apply more pressure against the underside of Kouga's cock.

 

“Fuck, Sesshoumaru. That feels so good. I don't think that I can take much more,” Kouga gasped as he gradually quickened his thrusts.

 

Kouga's grip tightened as he thrust hard and fast, his abdomen tightening with the need to find release. Suddenly, he withdrew with a soft slurping pop as the suction was broken.

 

“No, this is not the way I intend to finish,” he said softly, kneeling in front of Sesshoumaru and planting a tender kiss against the lips that had just worked so hard for him. “I hurt you and I intend to make love to you...and that's for me.”

 

Again, Kouga kissed him gently, palming Sesshoumaru's face between his hands and lightly running his tongue over Sesshoumaru's bottom lip before nipping and tugging. The burning heat from their earlier activities had lessened a small bit for Sesshoumaru, despite the lust that Kouga had just inspired. Sesshoumaru felt Kouga's hands skim down his neck and across to his shoulders. Feeling a slight nudge, he came up on his knees.

 

“Your turn,” Kouga smirked, ducking down and swirling the tip of his tongue around the head of Sesshoumaru's aching erection.

 

Such sweet relief and painful torture. Sesshoumaru would have begged had it not been beneath his dignity. After the length of time spent arousing him, the effect of this contact was so intense that he couldn't help the mewl crawling its way from his throat.

 

The vision of the dog lord on his knees, wracked with tremors and mewling like a bitch in heat, nearly brought Kouga over the edge. He quickly lifted his head to study his mate and was met with the most tantalizing vision. Sesshoumaru seemed to be in more pain than he'd ever seen the stoic lord. Of course, Kouga knew that it was only the suffering from lack of release. Sesshoumaru's eyes were clenched, as was his jaw, and he was panting through his nostrils, his chest heaving with every breath. With a smirk, Kouga went back to work, licking the sensitive swollen skin between the strips of leather.

 

“Okay, pet. I'm ready for more than all of this play. What about you?” Kouga asked, sitting back and tilting Sesshoumaru's face up meet his gaze.

 

Sesshoumaru didn't look as though he was going to respond. Perhaps he couldn't. It made no difference to Kouga. He knew what he wanted. It didn't take him long to find the tray of oils that he had spied earlier. He sniffed each one until he found the cinnamon that reminded him of their tryst in the new bathing chambers at their new hideaway.

 

`I did promise to tie him up and torture him for two days; never thought he really meant it when he asked me to promise,' Kouga mused as he strutted back to the submissive dog lord, trussed up with his lovely white ass in the air. `He's probably never allowed anyone else to do this to him. A virgin,' Kouga almost chuckled at the thought. `Sesshoumaru? A virgin? Yeah, right. Still, I can't imagine him submitting to anyone,' Kouga thought as he knelt between Sesshoumaru's legs and carefully removed the jade from Sesshoumaru's ass.

 

As Kouga dribbled the oil into his hand, he noticed that it almost burned his palm with some strange quality that caused it to heat his skin. Apparently, scent and taste weren't the only qualities of this exotic liquid and he couldn't wait to spread it on other areas of his body, but first he wanted his lover's skin to glow with the sheen of oil glazed skin. Sesshoumaru shivered and moaned beneath him as he spread the clear slick substance over the white expanse of skin. No doubt the oil burned the remaining cuts, but the globes of Sesshoumaru's ass were nearly healed. There, Kouga took his time, stroking and caressing, lathing the oil on very thick.

 

“This is what I want, Sess. This is for me. Don't forget that you said that I was the Master here,” Kouga murmured.

 

The searing burn raking across Sesshoumaru's skin clenched the muscles of his abdomen. He wasn't certain how much more he could take. Every muscle in his body ached with Kouga's sweet torture and denial. The tender caresses to his ass were beginning to have a calming effect, a minute temporary relief. At least, until Kouga ran a teasing finger between his globes then teased the magical line that lead to his balls. A whine leaked from his throat. Had anyone else heard such a pathetic sound coming from the great lord, he would have killed them. But he trusted Kouga with all of his being. Here, he was free from the burdens of being the strongest, most fierce youkai living. Here, he had nothing of himself to protect. Pride was cast aside in lieu of something much greater; trust and most importantly, love. Kouga's love would not betray him to the world outside. In this room they were both safe.

 

Sesshoumaru hissed in pleasure as he felt Kouga's tongue sweeping between his two fleshy mounds, stopping to prod at the ring tightly guarding the portal to his hidden chamber, then trailing on down until leather impeded Kouga's advancement. The warm wet appendage snaked its way back up, again stopping at the puckered entrance, swirling around it, teasing. Sesshoumaru gasped when Kouga's tongue became a hardened blade that forced its way through his entrance and plunged inside, branding his walls with the heat of saliva and oil.

 

“You like that?” Kouga grinned after withdrawing. “Answer me, my pet,” Kouga cooed.

 

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru rasped.

 

“Want me to do it again? Tell me.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Say what you want me to do, my pet,” Kouga murmured lovingly.

 

“I...” This was new. Sesshoumaru wasn't accustomed to detailing his desires in such a compromising position.

 

“Tell me exactly what you want, Sesshoumaru,” Kouga snarled in displeasure at the silence.

 

“I want you to do that again.”

 

“You can do better than that, my pet. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

 

“I...I want you to...slide your tongue back inside of me, over and over,” Sesshoumaru panted.

 

“That's a good pet. I kind of enjoyed the result and would have done it anyway,” Kouga smirked.

 

He wasn't lying. Sesshoumaru's response was pleasing; another pleasure center. Kouga wasted no time ravaging that spot while kneading the mounds on either side. The great dog trembled and whimpered as Kouga's tongue teased and plunged. At times, he paused to lap at the oil and nip Sesshoumaru's ass, drawing pinpricks of blood. It was a feast that Kouga nearly lost himself in. That is, until Sesshoumaru cried out at one particularly deep probe.

 

“You must be ready for more,” Kouga panted, as his own cock throbbed with the fire of long awaited release. “You like pain. I can do this last one for you.”

 

Kouga poured more oil into the palm of his hand then gripped his cock, groaning as he stroked the swollen flesh. The sight in front of him, offering an adventure sure to blow his mind, nearly made him come in his hand. Sesshoumaru was not protesting what he was obviously about to do and he knew that he couldn't wait anymore.

 

“I have not prepared you and I won't,” Kouga whispered as he leaned over Sesshoumaru, positioning the head of his cock at that tight rim. “Just so you know, this will hurt,” he said flatly, then thrust, hard as he bit down on Sesshoumaru's neck at the base of his skull.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes would have flown open if they could have. The ache in his muscles seemed to melt with the sudden automatic response of his body's submission. Is this what it had felt like for Kouga? Kouga had not been compliant, but Sesshoumaru had already taken up the submissive role. This only sweetened the deal.

 

“Oh, gods! You're so fucking tight! So hot,” Kouga exclaimed as Sesshoumaru grunted when the fangs were pulled from his neck.

 

“Fuck!” Kouga rasped as he pulled back and plunged back in, feeling Sesshoumaru's walls part at the insistence of the head of his throbbing erection.

 

At his retreat, Sesshoumaru's chamber collapsed, keeping a tight hold on him, seemingly trying to suck him back in. Kouga was not one to disappoint his lover. Thrust after measured thrust through that tight ring brought him to the apex of his mounting passion. Being gripped so tightly bordered on painful. And it was a good thing. There was one thing he wanted more than anything else before all was said and done.

 

Each thrust slowed and after each, one loop, knot or clasp was removed; one after the other until the only thing left was the restrictive bindings around Sesshoumaru's neck and painfully throbbing erection. Even the shackles on his feet had been removed.

 

None of this did Sesshoumaru notice. He was lost in the sensation of being intimately connected to his mate, the involuntary arching and bowing of his back occasionally depriving him of oxygen. It was enough to drive him insane. This was excruciatingly intense. His lover had given him everything that he had desired. And he had allowed himself to be taken, in every way. Never had he achieved such heights of emotional and physical pleasure. No one could ever do this for him. Only Kouga. The only word that he could have thought of, were he able to think, was `exquisite'.

 

“I need something from you, my pet,” Kouga panted from his position, bending over Sesshoumaru, his left hand on the furs and his right on Sesshoumaru's hip. “I can't...” Kouga thrust hard. “...can't end it like this.” Kouga panted and thrust again. “I...need you...need you to...make love to me.” He ended his sentence with a lick to the back of Sesshoumaru's neck. “I won't let you come until you do.”

 

“Don't stop. Please,” Sesshoumaru moaned. “Please.”

 

“You promise to make love to me when I'm done? Not fucking, make love to me, my mate,” Kouga insisted softly as his thrusts quieted to gentle glides.

 

“Yes...yes...my wolf,” Sesshoumaru whispered, noting his freedom of movement.

 

“Say it,” Kouga murmured.

 

“I will make such sweet love to you that your heart will bleed tears of unbridled passion,” Sesshoumaru whispered, barely opening his desire laden eyes and aiming his gaze straight into those cerulean eyes that had captured his heart, and which now pleaded for comfort after all the pain that had been inflicted.

 

They never broke their gaze as Kouga's pace, though gentle, quickened. Inside of Sesshoumaru, Kouga's erection swelled and throbbed in anticipation of raining his seed inside of the welcoming chamber. Sesshoumaru could feel the rush of blood in Kouga's cock beating against his walls and knew that Kouga was near. Sesshoumaru watched in awe as Kouga's eyes lost focus and his face fell lax, his mouth open as his lips, heated red with the same rush of blood, protruded most erotically. He continued to force his eyes to stay open as Kouga's body shuddered with the first spasm of his release. It was difficult for Sesshoumaru to observe and not let his eyes roll back into his head as Kouga buried himself deep, digging his claws through flesh, and filled Sesshoumaru with the warm wash of his essence. Kouga pulled out and thrust himself back in to the hilt, shoving Sesshoumaru forward as he quaked with another jolt of his orgasm.

 

Kouga had never felt anything so erotic; being so closely bonded to his lover. Sesshoumaru, though submissive beneath him, surrounded his length with searing heat and burned his soul with smoldering amber orbs. He was held in thrall as he fought to prolong the overpowering sensations, but was quickly losing to the tight heat gliding along his flesh and to the eyes boring through him, laying his innermost being naked. The lines blurred and his breath hitched as Sesshoumaru's eyelids slid a little lower, giving Sesshoumaru the appearance of being drugged near to unconsciousness by Kouga's actions. His abdomen clenched beyond reason and he could no longer hold the throbbing of his cock in check. With one thrust, the head of his cock burst along Sesshoumaru's walls and exploded, emptying his heart and soul inside of his lover. It felt as though his body had expanded then imploded. Instinctively willing more of the same sensation to return, Kouga's body withdrew and plunged again.

 

“Sess...Sesshoumaru,” Kouga panted as he thrust again, still trembling.

 

Kouga stared through the haze of release and noted Sesshoumaru's eyes barely open, but rolled back into his head, his jaw lax and lips parted. Had it been possible, he would have thought that Sesshoumaru had climaxed. Kouga pushed his hips into Sesshoumaru's ass and watched as Sesshoumaru's eyelids closed completely and a small whimper escaped the pink, petal soft lips.

 

Kouga carefully withdrew and flopped onto his back beside of Sesshoumaru, allowing his head to loll to the side so that he could gaze at his lover. He swallowed between heaving breaths to wet his parched throat.

 

“Don't forget your promise,” Kouga rasped.

 

 

 

 

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Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru.

 

 

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