InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ collared ❯ caring ( Chapter 8 )

a/n: Apologies all around for the lateness of this chapter. Had computer problems that kept me off line for a few months and then my GMs (gutter marbles) went to sleep on me!

 

WARNING: This fic contains graphic sexual scenes. Do not read if under the age of 18.

 

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Sesshoumaru looked down at the woman in his arms. At the human woman in his arms. Her body, warm and soft, was curled within his own, held in place and off the ground by his mercy. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths, the buds of her nipples were still hard with longing. The sun-kissed flesh of her body was slick with the sweat of their sex and, every so often, her legs gave a tremor of remembrance. The sweet scent of her arousal still hung heavily in the air, holding her and him enthralled in passion's thoughts.

 

His cock was slowly swelling the longer he inhaled her fresh, sweet scent and he momentarily tightened his hold upon her; bringing her flush with his body and pressing his arousal against her plush backside.

 

For as long as he could recall, since first meeting the miko from the future, she had vexed him. Irritated him beyond almost all else. Time and time again she had stood up to him, spoken to him as if she were his equal, and defended his worthless half-breed brother as if the whelp were better than he. Slowly that irritation had morphed into something else; something he did not wish to think upon and managed to avoid at most times.

 

The miko had never been afraid of him. Frightened, perhaps, but never afraid. Most bothersome.

 

When he had come upon her in the forest, aiding those who had wronged the Western Lands, the opportunity to take her had been overwhelming. Even for one such as he.

 

Taking her down had been a thrill all its own. A predator by nature, watching her fall underneath his hands had sent a rush through his body. Watching her awaken and realize where she was, even more of one. The verbal sparring that had commenced between them had only heightened his desire, his needs. Then, when he had first tasted her innocence, it had been like fire on his tongue. The taste of her had paled all previous meetings with the miko. The feel of her underneath his hands, moving to his will, doing as he wished…a stroke. When he'd plunged inside her tight, wet pussy, the feeling was incomparable. Her cries of pleasure, taken from her, had rung in his ears like a symphony. He'd wanted nothing more that night than to hear her cry out over and over again.

 

He had thought that, perhaps, over time his desire for her would wane. It was a taste of the forbidden he'd craved. It was her innocence and purity that drew his dark soul. Yet the desire to own her, to have all that she was, had not faded. It had not been sated by one or two fuckings, as he had first supposed. No, the obsession born within him had only grown in size until she was all he wanted, all he needed, and all he…

 

Sesshoumaru abruptly turned away from his thoughts, slightly releasing his hold on the female in his arms. She had not moved once since they'd laid down together. Her hands remained curled by her face and her startling blue eyes remained open but sightless. Either that or they were focusing so intently on the blade of grass a few meters from her face that all else in the world was vacant.

 

Slowly, so as not to startle her, he raised his hand towards her face, brushing the hair stuck to her skin by the sweat of their fucking away. The miko closed those unseeing eyes in response to his touch, but her face leaned into him, welcomed him. Whether intentional or not, Sesshoumaru would take what he could from her.

 

Careful of his claws, Sesshoumaru moved the hair hiding her beautiful face from his view. Pulling it away from her neck as well, he looked down, hunger surely visible in his eyes, at the exquisiteness before him. The miko had always been attractive, surprisingly so for a human, and that beauty had only increased the older she'd grown. Sesshoumaru accredited her beauty to her inner light, the warmth and innocence that drew others to her.

 

He turned her in his arms, folding her to face him so that he could look more fully upon her. Her hands came to rest lightly upon his chest, her fingers curling upon his flesh. The touch engorged his cock even more and he could not help but press it against the smooth planes of her stomach, groaning quietly as he did so. “Delicious,” he whispered down to her as his knuckles caressed the smooth skin of her cheek.

 

The miko's lips parted slightly, a rush of breath soundlessly leaving them. She turned her face more into his touch as Sesshoumaru continued to stroke the softness before him. His fingertips traced over the high arching brows, brushed across the long dark lashes that guarded those sparkling blues, caressed her delicate jaw line, and traced across those plump lips that beckoned him. The slightest pressure from him caused her to raise her face upwards so that he could see even more of her.

 

Cupping her face in his hand, still in awe of how small she was compared to him, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her forehead. His tongue flicked out, tasting her. In answer, a shudder raced through her body and the hands pressed against his chest curled even more. Truthfully, Kagome was the first human he had ever touched in such a manner and her reactions were startling. She was so open, so giving, even though his moments with her were stolen, at best.

 

The wetness between her thighs increased the more he touched her and the miko's thighs were rubbing together to try and alleviate the torture of his touch. Sesshoumaru adjusted the hold of his legs on her, pushing one between her thighs and pressing it against the wet lips of her pussy. Her heart rate increased and her breathing was coming in short pants of building want. Sesshoumaru rubbed his leg experimentally against her and her thighs tightened around him as she attempted to stop him.

 

Chuckling softly to himself, Sesshoumaru kept the pressure of his thigh upon her and began stroking the soft vulnerable flesh of her neck lightly with his claws. Everywhere he touched, goose bumps rose. The pulse in her neck jumped and her human nails were now digging, unknowingly to her, into his chest.

 

Moving down to trail his claws across her slender collar bone, Sesshoumaru marveled over her body once more. Lean and fit from years of trailing after Inuyasha and from her duties as a miko, it was still surprisingly soft. Despite the dangers she'd thrust herself into upon her arrival here, the miko carried no scars except for where the Shikon jewel had been. And even there, where her flesh had been rendered open by the bite of a youkai, the skin was smooth and the scar fading.

 

Slowly, drawing out both his own anticipation and her growing one, Sesshoumaru moved his trailing touch down between the valley of her breasts. He circled those luscious globes, letting just the barest touch of his hand caress their outer edges. As he circled them, the miko arched her back, trying to draw his fingers towards her nipples as she intentionally began rubbing her pussy against his leg now. “My little miko,” he murmured softly to her, enjoying the way his voice seemed to affect her.

 

She parted her lips to no doubt refute his claim. As she did, Sesshoumaru raked his hand lower on her body, pressing against the tender rise above her sex. A moan slipped out from between her lips instead and her eyes fluttered open to look at him. “Do not lie to this Sesshoumaru, telling me you do not want this, miko,” Sesshoumaru said as he locked eyes with her. He arched his hips against her, rubbing his sex against hers. Fresh juices soaked his thigh as another soft moan left her lips and graced his ears. Never had he heard a sweeter sound.

 

As his finger delved in between her legs and pressed upon her there, the miko leaned her head against his chest. Her panting breaths feathered across his skin, making his cock strain with want for her touch. Her lips upon his dick had felt like a brand against his flesh and he longed to feel her touch again. But he would not force her to take him. No. He wanted her to come to him of her own free will, to take his cock between her plump licks and suck him dry because she enjoyed pleasuring him as much as he enjoyed pleasing her.

 

Needing more of her, more than this position allowed him, Sesshoumaru easily rolled them over. His mokomoko curled underneath her at his direction, keeping her head and back from touching the earth. Automatically, her hands fisted in the lush fur as her eyes opened to look up at him. Her blue irises were darkened by her growing passions, her lips parted, and her breasts rose and fell with each of her panting breaths. Long, midnight black tresses fanned out appreciatively around her, contrasting against the white of his mokomoko.

 

Slowly, keeping his eyes on hers, Sesshoumaru lowered his mouth towards the tantalizing peaks. He paused above one, letting his warm breath fan the hardened bud. Taking a moment to inhale her delicate scent once more, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the nipple before him, purring with satisfaction as she arched her back into his mouth and gasped. He drew deeply upon on it, sucking strongly, and the miko's hands abandoned his mokomoko to wrap themselves amongst his hair, pulling and tugging. Whether to keep him there or pull him away, Sesshoumaru could not tell, but neither did he care. His taste buds were exploding with the savoriness of her and his cock was pulsing with need.

 

Forcing himself to break away, he buried his face in between the luscious mounds of her breasts, kissing and licking the skin before him. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek against her other breast, slowing making his way to its yet appeased peak. The miko's soft whimpers and moans only urged him on.

 

Finding it, he licked the nub repeatedly, as if it were a sugared treat, before taking it within the warm confines of his mouth and lavishing it with as much attention as he had the other.

 

Below him, the miko's hips were bucking in time with his strong draws, rubbing her heated wetness against the engorged length of his cock with every rise. Already his pre-cum was leaking steadily from the head of his dick and his balls were growing heavy. Kami, how this female affected him! Her innocent responses and growing passions stabbed straight into him as if they were a physical weapon, piercing him deep within.

 

Releasing the nipple in his mouth with an audible pop, he kept his eyes closed as he began moving slowly down the length of her body. Letting his nose guide him down towards the sweetness that called to him, he let his hands rest lightly against her hips, trying to keep her from exciting him further. Already the pain of his erection was threatening release and he wasn't even inside her hot body yet. “So hot,” he breathed against the flat planes of her stomach. “So wet for me, my miko.”

 

She tried to speak, her words tumbling out as nonsense as her fingers continued to paw at his head. Unable to deny himself any longer, Sesshoumaru finally moved down to the apex of her legs. Here the smell of her was intoxicating, becoming all he knew and all he wanted. The urge to devour her rose strongly within him; the whimpers she'd been giving only adding fuel to the fire that was rising within him.

 

Holding her hips still, Sesshoumaru buried his nose into the center of her womanhood and inhaled deeply. Above him the miko moaned long and loudly, her head turning to the side and burying itself in the fluff of his mokomoko.

 

His tongue flicked out, taking a teasing taste of her wetness. The miko's legs curled around his back, squeezing against him as he gave himself another lick of her sweetness. Trailing his tongue slowly around her clit, Sesshoumaru adjusted the hold he had on her hips so that he was holding onto her legs instead, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of her thighs. Allowing himself the pleasure of flicking her clit with his tongue, he then trailed his mouth slowly down the length of her pussy and back upwards once more to tease her clit again.

 

Kissing the inside of her thigh, he almost smiled to himself when the miko jumped and gave a short cry. Her hands, unable to stay still, had released his hair and were once more tearing into the fur of his mokomoko.

 

The taste of her flesh was as intoxicating as the taste of her feminine juices and Sesshoumaru found himself licking and nipping at her tender flesh, working his way slowly back towards her clit. When he reached it, he allowed his warm breath to wash over her once more before retreating to the other, yet untouched thigh.

 

Above him the miko was crying out her delight loudly now. To him she was a concert of ecstasy. He could hear the blood pounding through her veins, rushing through her body lit by the fires of lust. Underneath his hands, her muscles jumped and strained with each touch of his mouth upon her skin. Her light, panting breaths, rising and falling, made his cock twitch and jump with eagerness to be inside of her. The rustle of her hair as she tossed her head from side to side in wantonness and the continuous flow of sweet nectar from between her thighs stimulated him as nothing else ever had. Every nerve of her body was on fire, wanting his touch, and he could hear every echo of its demand.

 

Unable to deny himself the taste of her any longer, he once more buried his tongue against her clit as he maneuvered his hand, thrusting two fingers within the slick depths of her pussy, scissoring them as he did. The miko's release was instantaneous, the walls of her pussy clenching around his fingers, trying to draw them in deeper. Her juices thoroughly coated his hand with her essence as she gave a sharp cry.

 

Sesshoumaru pressed his thumb down upon her clit, keeping his fingers deeply buried within her pussy. Circling his thumb there, he began to slowly climb his way back up her body, leaving a trail of heated kisses and licks. To her breasts he paid homage again before melding his lips with her own in the softest of caresses. To his utter delight, it was the miko who parted her lips first. Her tongue darting out to flick across his own. The feeling of her tongue, willingly, against his skin sent shocks of electricity up his body and down towards his pulsating cock. He needed to feel her so badly, his dick was visibly twitching. “Kagome,” he moaned against her lips.

 

At the sound of her name, the miko opened her eyes and looked up at him. In the depths of them, beyond the passions he'd arisen within her, there was confusion and surprise. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes to the sight of it, leaning his head against her own. Taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, he jumped when he felt her slender fingers wrapping around the heavy length of him, slowing moving down to the tip of his cock and squeezing.

 

Excited beyond all else, Sesshoumaru gave a sharp cry as his cock, no longer able to hold back, spilled his seed across the planes of the miko's stomach as her hand milked him dry. Her fingers continued torturing him, moving slowly up and down the length of him, even after he had given her all he had within him. “Sesshoumaru,” she breathed, as she slowly released her hold upon him.

 

Raising his head and opening his eyes, Sesshoumaru looked down at the woman before him. There were no words to describe the emotions that rose within him at the flushed sight of her face. It had excited her, jacking him off as she had, and her excitement filled the air with even more of her luscious scent.

 

Slowly removing his fingers from her pussy, giving her clit one last teasing touch, he trailed his hand up her body, mixing her own juices with his seed as he did. “Do not move, miko,” he ordered as he slowly rose to his feet above her.

 

Looking down at her slight form, thoroughly coated with her own desires as well as his, he put the image of her to memory, to savor more on another day. Slowly his mokomoko curled around her, keeping her from the chill that hung in the air now that his body was no longer near hers. She stayed still as a deer, eyes wide and watching him as he moved around the clearing collecting his clothing. When he returned to her, easily picking up her slight weight, the miko buried her head in the crook of his arm.

 

She was tired and sore from their fucking. He had been almost vicious after the meeting with Inuyasha and the palms of her hands and knees bore scrapes and dirt from the earth he'd fucked her on. The back of her neck, he could tell, was still tender from his bite and her shoulder, wear he had carved his marking, was surely paining her as well.

 

Pain was a fact of life, he knew, but part of him did not like causing this one such.

 

In a flash of movement, Sesshoumaru carried them both to an isolated hot springs. She clung to him, so trustingly, as they moved and he was most reluctant to set her down upon the ground once more. The look upon the miko's face as she noticed where they were was almost worthy it, though. “Stay, miko,” he ordered once more as he removed his clothing again, setting aside his swords and armor with more care this time.

 

Obediently, his mokomoko slithered off of the miko's body as he lifted her once more into his arms. Sesshoumaru tested the spring's waters before stepping with the miko still in his arms. The spiraling heat of the water coated them both, wrapping them in its warmth.

 

Slowly, he lowered them both down into the water, not wanting to release her just yet. The miko gasped softly as the heated waters lapped against the tender flesh of her pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parting. Sesshoumaru adjusted her in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting the water carry her as much as he was. “Look at me, miko,” Sesshoumaru ordered.

 

As expected, her eyes opened and locked onto his own. Sesshoumaru adjusted his hold upon her, freeing one of his arms. “I will never let you go,” he said he began cupping the heated spring waters and pouring them over her chest and shoulders. “Never.”

 

“I know,” she answered softly.

 

Within her words, in the sound of her voice, there was acceptance of his claim. Tinged with something Sesshoumaru could not lay claim to acknowledging, they were in acceptance nonetheless. But in her eyes, in those never-ending depths of blue, there was still a spark of defiance. It had always been there. Always. And it was highly vexing to him, for some reason. While he'd always seen her as being defiant and strong, he did not crave that in their…relations. No, he wanted her to submit completely to him. Bow to only him. Need only him. Desire only him. Love…only him.

 

Love?

 

His hands stilled in their cleaning of the miko as the word echoed in his mind.

 

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