InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ collared ❯ concessions ( Chapter 10 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

a/n: So sorry about the length between updates, but I’m easily obsessed–or distracted (taking your wording pick!) -- and I became obsessed with Ouran High and several other mangas and books in between the last update and now. Nevertheless, I’ve returned to my first love… Thank you SO much to those who nommed and voted in Dokuga’s 2009 second quarter awards for the year. Collared was awarded first place for best drama and best lemon scene! Also, and I can’t believe it’s been this long, thanks again to those who nommed and voted in Dokuga’s 2.5 quarter awards. Collared and myself were once again honored with first place in the lemon-fic section. Thank you, thank you, and thank you.

I miss Inuyasha, Kagome thought as her eyes flitted across the greenery before her; a multitude of sun-drenched flowers surrounded by lush earth and crystal clear flowing waters. Absentmindedly, her arms wrapped around her midsection, around the life that was ever growing there. Sometimes it was hard for her to believe that she was actually pregnant, despite all that had occurred and the blatant sign her growing belly offered. Pregnancy seemed too unreal to her.

Kagome could feel the wraiths, the figments of her imagination as she called them, moving around her with their silent will. Time hardly seemed to touch them and they never touched her. The servants of wherever she was, as Kagome had decided that they were, floated around her any time she was away from Sesshoumaru’s side. She could feel their distinct signatures, their auras, but nothing more and she often spent her free time wondering what they looked like. Even though Sesshoumaru had given her some measure of freedom, she still saw no one but he. Sesshoumaru, she thought to herself; the Western Lord’s name both a blessing and a curse upon her lips.

She closed her eyes against the rush of emotion the very thought of him arose within her. Part of her knew it was because of the life inside of her. The babe, as she thought of the child, knew and loved his father as a child should. The babe thought nothing evil or vile, thought nothing of the whys and hows of its existence. The babe was innocent. The other side, though… The other part of her, the part that had raged quietly and contained for most of her confinement, rallied against the Western Lord. That side of her hated him with a passion so fierce it scared even her. Scared her because she knew that this part of herself was a fraction of her personality. She’d never hated before….not truly. Kagome could not even honestly say she’d hated Naraku and that fiend had been one of the worse souls to ever cross her path.

Shrugging to herself, Kagome had to admit that she’d still been fairly young when she’d tumbled through the well and her life had been turned upside down. She’d grown up quickly, far faster than she’d been intended to. But she felt that she’d done her job, done her due.

Involuntarily, her mind conjured up her first meeting with Sesshoumaru. Though she’d stood bravely up to him, that had been her still child-like mind talking. If she had seen him now, as she was now and with the knowledge she had now, Kagome knew she would have curled up with fear and dread. She would have looked to someone stronger than she to take up the fight, but there was no one here now. There was no one but she to take up the stance her mind seemed determined to take on.

Sighing to herself again, remembrances of that day made her mind wander back to her furry-eared friend. “I miss Inuyasha,” she said aloud, feeling relief to vocalize her thoughts. And she did miss him. She missed the bawdy youth who’d protected her–even when he hadn’t needed to. She missed the feeling of being invincible and formidable. She missed…she missed the care-free days of her youth. Was this selfish of her? Was this…wrong?

Perhaps she hadn’t grown up as much as she thought she had. She still wanted to depend on others to aid her, to take up her battles, to argue for her. She still wanted to cling to days past even though some of them had been dark and saddening. But here, with Sesshoumaru, there was only herself, only her own mind. There was only her future with no reminders of her past. Save him, of course, and she still wasn’t quite sure what to think of that. It was almost as if she were just waking up from a long sleep to find everything upside down.

The babe within her kicked and an indulging smile came to her lips. Being a mother… That frightened her, too. What kind of example would she be if she cowered at everything, ran from everything, denied everything? What would her own mother think and do?

The melancholy of loneliness she had previously been swimming in dispersed as her spine stiffened with resolve. It’s time to grow up, Kagome, she told herself. It’s time to be the woman mother raised.

Her resolve almost faltered as she sensed Sesshoumaru’s approach. His distinctive youki stretched out ahead of him, wrapping around and holding close to her. Kagome took a reassuring breath and turned to him before he reached her. “Sesshoumaru-sama,” she greeted, inclining her head slightly and keeping her voice soft and even. It was the way she remembered her mother speaking to her father, when he had been alive.

Sesshoumaru seemed almost startled by her sudden change and Kagome knew she was now approaching this from the right angle. Before she had reacted off of her emotions; flying by the seat of her pants as it were. She had forgotten, or neglected the common knowledge, that Sesshoumaru was not a creature based upon emotion. He had never truly reacted off of his feelings except for a few rare occasions–that she knew of. Always he worked for his own gain, his own footing. She would have to have angle her desires to appeal to him.

Kagome moved forward before he and Sesshoumaru stilled before her, his eyes watching her every move. Behind those cold golden orbs were calculations, speculations, and questions. Kagome knew her change in attitude, from the moping sadness she’d been carrying around with her to as she was now, would raise such thoughts in him. It was up to her to make this convincing, to make him think she was accepting and submissive…to a point. She had not lied to Sesshoumaru when she’d said she’d leave at the first given opportunity, but how could she do that now to the child within her? The child who knew no wrong? This, these mental wonderings, she would have to sort out later. For now was the time for action.

Stopping when the edge of her kimono brushed his own, she raised her head to look up at him. Letting a soft smile, a smile to her that meant victory, come to her lips, she slowly raised her hand and splayed her fingers across his chest. Underneath her palm his heart beat strong and steady, his breath came in even takes. “Good evening.”

Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes bored into her own and within the depths of them she could see so much more than before. It was strange how time, how exposure, to him had allowed her to read him so well. She likened herself to one the rare life forms in this era who had any idea as to the Western Lord’s thoughts.

An unexpected kick to her midsection from the child within her startled Kagome out of her current frame of mind. Her hands automatically dropped to her abdomen, cupping and holding the babe. Taking advantage of her distraction, Sesshoumaru moved with his normal elegant grace to stand behind her. The breeze his movement created brought the unique but most appetizing scent of him to Kagome’s nostrils which ran straight down to the already moistening lips of sex. Pregnancy had not taken away her sex drive, as she had heard happened with some. No. It seemed to have only increased her need ten fold and now Kagome fought against the reactions of her body as Sesshoumaru’s arms encircled her, his hands laying atop her own.

Behind her, Sesshoumaru shifted. Bringing more of himself in contact with her, letting her feel the heat of his flesh through the silk of her clothing from head to toe, his lips placed soft, almost nonexistent kisses along the line of her jaw. Against her belly, his hands stayed steady; caressing and loving the life within her as she did the same. “Good evening to you, as well, my miko,” he whispered against her ear.

The feeling of his breath caressing the sensitive shell of her ear sent a shudder of desire through her body and Kagome once again fought for mental control. How easy it would be to give in, to bow underneath the weight of her own physical desires and his. But no. She had a plan, a design, and it needed to be stayed steady with.

Her lips parted. Breath passed between them. Her heart beat. Her ever betraying mind conjured Sesshoumaru’s face the last time they had faced Inuyasha. Kagome replayed, second by second, what her own eyes had seen. If her words of missing Inuyasha upset Sesshoumaru, what would he do? Would he seek out his younger brother for imagined retribution? Kagome could not have that on her conscious.

Taking a steadying breath, Kagome focused on a flower not too much farther ahead of where she stood. She looked at how the rays of the dying sun shone through the blossom’s tender skins, tracing each vein with her eyes. Behind her Sesshoumaru stiffened momentarily, more than likely sensing the tensing of her own body. He became almost like a statue at her back. Even his breathing seemed to cease. The presence of his hands, of his warmth against their child, never waned however. Never faltered. Never moved. Never budged. Strong and steady, as always, she told herself. “I have something I need to speak to you about,” she said at last

“Speak then, miko,” he replied, his body relaxing once more against hers. “This one will hear you.”

Kagome almost smiled to herself. He would hear her, but would he listen. Sesshoumaru seemed to take her pause as nervousness–which Kagome was not at all sure wasn’t there in force. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her throat as he spoke. “This one heard the words you said aloud, miko. You spoke of missing this one’s half-brother. Of missing…Inuyasha.”

The sound of Inuyasha’s name startled her and Kagome had to quickly recover herself. “Yes, I do,” she chose to answer honestly.

“Why?” Sesshoumaru pressed, not moving his lips away from her flesh.

“He’s my friend.”

“Friend?”

Behind her, Sesshoumaru snorted, the sound one of disbelief. The unsaid accusation stroked anger within her and Kagome turned in his arms. Locking her eyes with his, hoping to convey to Sesshoumaru the absolute truth of the matter, she nodded her head yes. “He is my friend. And you should well know and accept this.”

His brow arched slightly at her demands, but Kagome remained absolute. Seeing Inuyasha, connecting with someone who knew her before, was imperative to her gaining understanding of where she stood now and proceeding into her future. “I miss seeing him. I miss talking with him. I would like to do so…freely and without the threat of violence.”

He sensed her long before he heard the words that crossed between her petal soft lips. Always in tune with her, and with the off-spring inside of her, Sesshoumaru felt an immediate need to be by her side before her declaration had even fully left her lips. When he heard his half-brother’s name, though, he had to admit that he came to a swift and almost brutal stop.

Inuyasha, he’d grounded out silently. His fist uncurled with deadly intent, poison already dripping from his elongated claws, at the very thought of the half-breed. Before any notice could be taken, Sesshoumaru curbed his anger, redirected it.

Controlling his automatic dislike to the half-pup of his father, Sesshoumaru continued towards the miko at an unhurried pace. She was standing before the gardens, her face and body cloaked in the sun’s last warming rays. The kimono he’d dressed her in that morning reflected perfectly with the shade of her skin, the color of her hair.

Kagome shined.

And the pup within her was singing a merry tune, happy to be where he was and with the state of his being.

It was the pup, truthfully, who calmed him the most. He found himself ashamed that he’d even thought of approaching her, the mother of his heir and child, in anger just because of whispered words. Focusing on the beat of her heart and the beat of the pup’s, he felt the rest of his frustrations melt away into the background. Their soothing melody was a tune Sesshoumaru found himself lost in often while his mate slept during the night and now was no exception. And when she’d turned to him in greeting, her delicate and fragile human lips uttering his name, he could not stop the urge to close his eyes and inhale her sweet fragrance once more.

Opening his eyes, he looked her over. She was standing with resolution shining in the depths of her blues. The sadness he had sensed in her before seemed to have evaporated and Sesshoumaru wondered what had been the cause. “Kagome,” he greeted in return.

She approached him then and Sesshoumaru felt his heart, an organ he had once thought lacked all usefulness, soar. Stopping less than a step away from him, she arched her head back to meet his eyes, their differences in height so noticeable now. A small smile graced her lips, lighting up her youthful face. The fading sunlight of the day only exaggerated the beauty he saw in her. If he had been anyone else, he would have fallen to his knees before this creature and proclaimed his undying devotion. How had it turned to this so quickly? Or had it truly been so swift?

He watched as her hand extended outward, settling across his own heart. The heat of her body scorched him through his clothing and he longed to take her in his arms and hold her closer. Ready to deny himself, to let the miko have her time, Sesshoumaru was as startled as she when the pup moved, kicking against her womb.

He circled her, the breadth of her stomach preventing him from being as close to her as he desired. In all truth, if he could crawl inside of this woman and live, he would have done so long ago. She was addictive, necessary, and he was only just learning the extent of her control of him. If ever she learned… No. He would not let her know.

The miko pressed on about the half-breed; claiming to want to speak to him, how the half-breed was her friend. Well Sesshoumaru knew of their bond. He had watched their relations grow almost from day one. While he doubted not the miko’s feelings in this situation, the half-breed was another matter entirely. Inuyasha had always been predictable…but not. “Friend?” He snorted at her description.

She’d turned in his arms. Her eyes, those blue depths he wanted to drown in, looked up at him full of confidence; their edges tinged with the desire he knew she felt towards him. “He is my friend. And you should well know and accept this,” she declared.

Sesshoumaru could not stop his reaction at her boldness, raising his brow at her daring. The miko, her look never faltering, continued. “I miss seeing him. I miss talking with him. I would like to do so…freely and without the threat of violence.”

At the mention of violence and the half-breed in the same sentence, Sesshoumaru could not help but picture punching his fist through the boy. It had been to teach the half-breed, yes, but the experience had been entirely pleasurable for himself. A long and deserved payback, if he were asked. And then there was their recent encounter, when Inuyasha had come daring to fetch the miko from his grasp…

She surprised him once more then. Truly and utterly surprised him, when she turned in his grasp to face him once more. Her hands reached forward, grasping the edges of his kimono and ripping them open to reveal his bare chest to her gaze. Her lips descended upon him, hot and wet, as they traced a trail across his chest. Her teeth secured one of his nipples, biting down with command. Her teeth stayed clamped tightly closed, the pleasure and pain of her bite sizzling through him, before she abruptly released him, her tongue laving soothing strokes against his abused flesh. “Please,” she added, her breath heavier than it had been before.

The miko was as affected as he by her actions. Interesting.

“And if I deny you?”

Kagome released Sesshoumaru’s nipple from the biting clamp of her teeth, the taste of him tingling on her tongue. No one had ever tasted as Sesshoumaru did to her and she briefly wondered if demons came flavored. Her wandering thoughts were quickly challenged by the swaying desires of her body. Want, her body hummed. Need¸ it continued. The lips of her pussy were so wet already she was surprised her kimono wasn’t plastered to her. Of course, her stomach did play some role in that, she thought ruefully.

Hands gliding down the rippled abdomen of the youkai before her, she reached her face upwards and was rewarded by his lips meeting her own. Denial neither of them had, apparently, as his lips slanted across hers, his tongue probing and dancing with her own. For some reason, for this kiss, the taste of him was intoxicating. Kagome knew she could blame a thousand things for this increased pleasure, but she had little thought to do so as she devoured him with her mouth, her tongue battling just as strongly against his as his was against her.

Pulling away first, breaking their connection when she had no more breath within her, Kagome grabbed in as much air as her lungs could contain. Her hands had sunk down to his hips, her fingers digging into him there. His kimono lay open before her, the pale expanse of his chest visible to her eyes. And what a sight it was. Internally she groaned with a mixture of everything carnal as this perfect male specimen was laid bare before her. Involuntarily her leg had lifted and curled around the strong and sturdy thigh pressed so close against her. Within the delicate silk shoe she wore, her toes had curled with anticipation. But she had to keep her head on her shoulders, somehow. She had to keep in control.

And what better way to keep in control than to make him lose his…

Grinning to herself, she sunk one of her hands lower, delving into his hamakas to easily locate his fully erect cock. Sesshoumaru grunted as her fingers closed around him and she could not help but look up into his face as she squeezed the heavy organ in her hand. “Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered, her voice laced with a husky edge. “Do you want me? Do you want to fuck me?”

A low growl sounded in his throat. Perhaps the only sound he was capable of as she massaged his dick with her hands? Hiding her smile of victory from him by leaning into his chest once more to kiss and lick his tantalizing skin. Kagome dragged her foot slowly down this well muscled leg. His hands, previously only holding her in place, tightened against her, as if he thought he might leave him. “I’m not going anywhere right now,” she assured him, being truthful entirely.

“I’m not going anywhere right now,” she whispered against him.

As if he would let her… As if he feared such… He was Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, and he feared nothing.

Nothing except this woman.

Running his hand up her back, fingers massaging and caressing the body underneath them, he wove his hand into the carefully styled confines of her hair. He could not stop the panting breaths his lungs took in as she squeezed his cock once more, a teasing smile on her lips. Wench. Dirty, dirty wench. Kami, he could hardly stand to stay still. He wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her like an animal, as she was practically begging him to.

“You are mine…and forever will be,” he whispered before melting his lips against her own once more.

This time Sesshoumaru did not relent, did not hold back his more than evident desire. He did not stop, grinding his hardened dick into the hand wrapped so firmly around it. When the miko whimpered and writhed underneath his assault, he did not give relief. Wishing to impart everything he was to this woman in his arms, the center of his world now, he pressed himself upon her. When he released her lips, she dragged in a shuddering breath; her lips, swollen and well tended to, parting. Not giving her a chance to recover, he continued his assault upon her; laying claim to the tender flesh of her throat. “I will worship you and only you,” he whispered against the fluttering pulse of her neck. “You are mine.”

His hand moved between them, easily parting the kimono she wore and slipping within. As his fingers closed around her breast, she pressed against him, urging him to take what he wanted.

And Kami how he wanted to.

The miko’s hand, her wicked, wicked hand, was stroking slowly and firmly up and down the length of him; pinching the head of his cock lightly before running down to his balls once more. She was pressing her body against his and the aroma of her arousal was saturating the air around them. Sesshoumaru could feel his control slipping. There was nothing he would not give her, if only she would continue to tantalize him as she was.

“I want you, too,” she said needlessly. Sesshoumaru could already see that her face was flushed with desire, her nipples hardened with want. He could taste her arousal in the air and feel the tremble of wanton lust in her hand as she stroked his cock.

“Then have me, my miko.”

Bold. Yes, that is what she felt.

Even though Sesshoumaru could easily overpower her, he allowed her to push him backwards until he came up against a tree. Kagome released his cock, her hands gliding up to rip the rest of his kimono away, exposing the broad expanse of that perfectly sculpted chest. She laid her lips against his skin, sucking and biting and licking, as her hands explored his chest and arms and slowly worked their way back down to his hamakas. Giving him one last teasing smile, feeling him playing into her hands so well, she jerked them down, freeing his cock to her sight. Eyeing it hungrily, as stirred up as he was, she licked her lips with anticipation of what was to come. Above her, Sesshoumaru groaned with desire. “As you wish, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she uttered before slowly sinking to her knees before him.

With her tongue, she lapped at the head of his cock before sinking her mouth around it’s wide head and sliding down, taking in as much as she could. Her hand gripped him at the base of his shaft while the other kneaded against his thigh. Above her, Sesshoumaru released his hold upon her head, his claws biting into the bark of the tree behind him. Reminded of another time this very incident had occurred, Kagome congratulated herself on the perfect outcome. Sesshoumaru was very close to losing that precious control of his–if he hadn’t lost it already. His eyes were closed; his head thrown backwards as she worked her mouth and tongue and hands against the swollen dick before her.

Slowly sliding her mouth down and up his cock one last time, she released her hold upon him and looked up. Sesshoumaru’s eyes were open now, staring down at her intently. Kagome cocked her finger at him, motioning for him to come down where she was. “Down, doggy.”

He growled at her command and choice of wording, but sunk to the ground nonetheless. His thighs encased her as he leaned his back against the tree. His long silver hair splayed out around him and Kagome could not help but to run her fingers through the silkiness. “You are woefully overdressed, my miko.”

His hands had reached forward, holding onto her kimono and ready to rend it from her body. Kagome stopped him by simply placing her own upon his. “I don’t think so,” she said slyly, pulling his hands away and setting them on the ground. “Stay.”

Giggling at the expression on his face, Kagome slowly opened her own kimono, exposing herself to his hungry gaze while keeping it on. She moved forward, straddling his legs and pushing the aching, dripping lips of her pussy against the base of his engorged cock. He hissed, his dick twitching with anticipation, as she slowly rubbed back and forth against him. Closing her eyes and throwing her head back, Kagome moaned. “You feel so good, Sesshoumaru.”

When next she opened her eyes she met the scarlet orbs she had been waiting for. “Wench,” he hissed at her.

“Tease,” she said back.

Raising herself up onto her knees, Kagome arched her hips forward, brushing her sex against the head of his cock. Her breasts, even with his mouth now, were immediately taken advantage of. She gasped as Sesshoumaru’s warm tongue licked and circled and his strong lips suckled. Wanting to pull away, to stay in charge, she found she could not withdraw from the pleasure of his touch. When his hands rose, placing themselves on either side of her hips, urging her to continue to rub her pussy against him, Kagome could not stop herself from obeying. She was spiraling out of control and loving every second of it as he set her body afire.

She had to end this. And soon.

Placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, she dug her nails into him, knowing the bite of them was nothing to Sesshoumaru and the bloody crescents she left in her wake would vanish before the day truly ended. “Do you want me?” she moaned. “Would you like to fuck me?”

In answer, his hips surged forward, the head of his cock barely entering her pussy. His mouth was occupied, lavishing attention to her aching breasts. He would not reply with words, but with actions. Kagome giggled saucily and slowly, teasingly, lowered herself until only the head of his cock was within her. Then she stopped. “Do you want me, Sesshoumaru-sama?” she asked again, her voice heavily laced with lust. This was harder than she had expected.

She could feel the tension in him, the desire to take control and slam into her wet confines. “Yes, damn you.”

Circling her hips, never sinking any lower upon him, Kagome raked her nails down his chest. She grabbed onto his nipples, pinching and twisting them as he often did to her own. “And what would you give me…?” she whispered as she threw her had back with pleasure. So close. She was so close.

“Anything,” he bit out, his scarlet eyes closing as his lips pressed tightly together.

Victory was hers. And she knew it. Sesshoumaru would never go back on his word, once given. Smiling, Kagome sunk her body down upon his cock in a rush. He filled her immediately, stretching and enticing every nerve within her. Her sudden movement made his hips buck, surging himself deeper within her, and Kagome did not hold back her moan of pleasure. “Yes…”