InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ collared ❯ wanting ( Chapter 11 )

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

His Great and Terrible father had once told him that even a small pebble in the water causes a rippling effect, growing and changing all around it. Sesshoumaru had listened, in awed worship then, but he had not truly understood what his father had meant. Now, as he watched the miko, he did.

You may have taken my body, but you will never have me, she had said to him once upon a time. He had told her that her body was enough. But it wasn’t. It would never be. He wanted all of her. All she was, all she would be, and all that came with having her.

Inuyasha, he growled to himself. The miko had achieved his word that she would see the half-breed. As angry as he had been with himself, after the fact, he could appreciate the tactics she’d used against him. Knowledge was power and the miko had used her knowledge of his lust for her well. He had done the same with her…time and time before.

Eyeing the miko, Sesshoumaru watched as she slowly flipped through the sheets of papers in her hands. Today he had invited her to join him. With her time nearing, his protective instincts were raging and the longer she was out of sight, the harder it was to control himself. Sesshoumaru, however, was finding her presence more of a distraction than he had thought it would be. She did not speak with nor try to engage him in any way, but her scent, the hum of her aura, reminded him constantly of her presence.

Finding it uncomfortable to sit in a kneeling position, the miko was reclining on a mound of pillows he’d had moved in for her comfort and made quite a striking figure. The soft delicate shades of pinks and reds of her kimono reflected well with the sun-kissed shade of her skin. She wore her hair up today, held in place by two long pins, which bared more of her most delicious throat to his view. Sesshoumaru growled with pleasure internally at the thought of her baring that stretch of skin to him in submission and trust. The matching haraobi hugged against her expanding midsection, supporting the pup within her womb. Her eyes were scanning the piece of paper in front of her, lips pursed in thoughtful poise as she read.

Feeling the weight of his stare, the miko looked up and then quickly turned her gaze away, a becoming blush spreading across her cheeks. That she still could blush was something of a surprise to him, but Sesshoumaru enjoyed her reaction nonetheless. Only hours earlier they had fucked, long and hard. She had screamed her pleasure to the heavens, for all to hear, and the sound of her passion had been like a choir of seraphs to his ears. The tight clamping walls of her pussy had urged him to completion, as they did every time, and he had cum in a rush of heated desire.

Sesshoumaru found himself to never be sated where she was concerned. He wanted this woman. Even now his cock was straining to be inside her, to fill her, to please her. Sesshoumaru knew the miko still dreamed of being released from him. At night, while he watched her sleep, she spoke sometimes; fragmented illusions, incomplete thoughts, her heart’s desires. The thought of her no longer being beside him, though, opened a wound within him, causing a sharp pain that Sesshoumaru wasn’t sure if he could bear did her wishes come true. To have her gone from his life, to have her energies no longer singing against his own, left nothing but a void in its wake. What would he have, if she were to leave him?

She is human, he reminded himself. One day she will pass on… But he would cling to every breath she took, every beat of her heart, and every word uttered from her lips until the day she died. If only she would do the same for him… Youkai were not immortal, as most thought. Death came for them as easily it came to man. His own father was proof enough of that fact. Would the miko mourn his passing if it came before hers?

Unable to resist the lure that was she, he rose. He was in front of her before she even knew he had moved, her large startled eyes looking up at him in questioning. Falling to his knees before her, he easily slit the haraobi down the center. It fell aside and the kimono she wore parted in invitation. Before her breath could even hitch, his hands were within the silken folds of her kimono cupping her breasts. They were heavy with nourishment for their soon-to-born pup and so very sensitive now. Flicking his thumbs lightly over her already hardened nipples, Sesshoumaru was rewarded by her gasp for air.
The papers in her hand fluttered aside as her fingers curled into claws, digging into the pillows around her. Already her cheeks were flushed and her thighs parting. Smirking to himself, Sesshoumaru moved around to sit behind her. He opened his own kimono, slipping hers off and pressing their bare skin together. Her body enjoyed the heat of his. “Lie back, miko. This Sesshoumaru wishes to touch you.”
She did as he commanded, resting more of her weight against him. Sesshoumaru raised his hands, placing them lightly against her arms. He began kneading against her muscles there, kissing against the back of her neck and shoulders as his hands moved down her arms with carefully controlled movements. She sighed, enjoying this as much as he. When he reached her wrists, he slid his claws ever so carefully up her arm, dragging the tips of them against her skin. The miko inhaled sharply as he did this again. “Relax, miko.”
Taking her hands into his own, he began rubbing his thumbs in circular motions along her palms before tending to each delicate finger. As he moved, he felt her body slowly releasing whatever tension was within it. Moving up to her shoulders, he began massaging her there, smirking to himself when she groaned with pleasure. The sound of her moan ran straight through him down to his already hardened cock, but Sesshoumaru withheld the need to press himself against her. This was for her…
Her head lolled forward as he reached her neck and Sesshoumaru ran his tongue up her neck to her delicate human ear. She shuddered at the feeling of it, a light giggle coming from between her parted lips. Unable to hold the curve of his lips back, he smiled against her neck and he moved his hands back down to her shoulders, urging her to sit up slightly so he could reach her back. Her mewling sounds of pleasure increased as he worked the knots from the muscles at her back going lower and lower towards her pert hind end.
When he reached her lower waist, he worked her body there before moving his hands around to her extended midsection. The miko leaned back against him again as he moved. Keeping his strokes light, he traced circular patterns up her torso towards her heavy breasts. He could feel the aura of the pup within her, as calmed by his touch as she.
Deepening his strokes but being careful of his touch, Sesshoumaru continued to massage her body. As he progressed the miko relaxed more and more into his touch, her breathing becoming deep and even as she gave herself over to him. As his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking her nipples, he leaned down until his mouth was only inches from her ear. “This one,” he said as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, “Finds touching you extremely satisfying, miko.”
Her eyes, which had previously been closed, opened and she looked at him. Her deep blue irises were clouded. “Huh?” she replied, less than artfully.
Smiling to himself, he released his hold upon her nipples with one last roll and continued massaging her body without repeating himself. Slowly, as his fingers moved across her, her eyes closed once more and her body relaxed again. Gently he extracted himself from behind her, laying her back against the pillows and moving around to face her. She briefly opened her eyes to see where he had gone and then closed them once more. Lowering his mouth towards her breasts, Sesshoumaru blew gently across her hardened nipples as his hands circled around their pup once more. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he suckled lightly and listened as her heart beat raced with each draw. Releasing the nipple from his hold, he moved to the other, pausing briefly before suckling it just as thoroughly.
Her lips parted. She tried to speak. Just as she did, Sesshoumaru moved down to knead her spread legs and whatever words she was about to say turned into a groan of satisfaction. “Wow…,” she whispered.
Know thy enemy, Sesshoumaru thought to himself. And he did. Sesshoumaru knew the human body inside and out. Had seen it, inside and out, many times. He had once thought that one human was exactly like another, in every faucet and way. However, the years he had spent in Rin’s company and his meetings with this particular miko had made him admit that there were exceptions to everything and that bringing pleasure with his knowledge to this particular human body was as much–if not more so–a joy to him as bringing pain to his enemies was.
Running down each leg, forcing the strain and stress to recede from her body, he reached her feet, removing the delicate silk slippers there and rubbing them as well. She giggled a few times as his fingers moved over tender areas and Sesshoumaru made a note of them for future reference. It seemed the miko being with pup was also bringing out his more playful side…but that could be thought of at a much later date as the smell of her arousal was soaking the air around him.
He moved slowly, massaging the backs of her legs, towards the center of the delicious scent. As he moved, he urged for her to bend her legs, widening the space in between them. She followed his nonverbal commands without complaint or question, too engrossed in what his hands were doing to her sore muscles.
Leaning down, Sesshoumaru kissed the top of her belly and his pup kicked back at him in response. The miko smiled at the movement of their offspring, her hands coming up to rest on her belly. Letting his own hands glide back up her body, Sesshoumaru rested his head against her stomach and inhaled deeply the scent of her. His lungs expanded and released nothing but her as he licked his lips, like a dehydrated man staring at a glass of water.
Sesshoumaru stilled when he felt her fingers running through his hair. Her touch was light, tender almost. Chancing a glance upwards through his bangs, he noted that she was looking down at him, a thoughtful tone to her features. Not wanting to contemplate what thoughts might be running through his miko’s mind, the idea of her disappearing still fresh, Sesshoumaru averted his eyes from her face to kiss her soft skin once more. “Are you tired, miko?”
Her hands never stilled as they continued to stroke through his hair. “Not really,” she answered softly.
Moving himself closer to her, so close his cock could feel the heat radiating out from the spread lips of her pussy through the silk of his hakamas, Sesshoumaru began rubbing against her breasts once more. She groaned, her hips lifting slightly every time he ran his claws over her nipples. Sesshoumaru growled with approval as her eyes became tinged with desire, whatever contemplations that had been on her mind washed away by the motions of his hands. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, laying himself down to kiss her softly upon her lips.
“And fat,” she argued.
Slowly kissing his way down from her lips, he brushed his nose against her, inhaling the fresh scent of her body. He licked, nibbled, and teased every inch of her until his nose was buried within the sweet center of her. The miko’s hands had never left his hair, her grip relaxing and tensing as he moved. “Beautiful,” Sesshoumaru countered, as his tongue darted out to taste her essence.
Her back arched slightly as his tongue glided over the wetted folds of her womanly center. “There is no other more treasured than you, miko,” he whispered against her thigh as he kissed her there.
Inching his fingers towards her pussy from their placement upon her legs, he ran his tongue once more from clit to anus, relishing the sound of her heightened heart rate and breathing. He did it again, slower this time, as he pressed two fingers into her sopping wet entrance. She shuddered above him, her hands now pulling at his hair.
He continued with his ministrations, using touch and tongue, to bring his miko to ecstasy and boneless relief…while he himself remained hard with desire. “I want you,” he stated openly.
Her eyes opened, blue irises dazed from emotions and passions. “Then take me,” she sighed.
It was all the permission Sesshoumaru needed. Sliding up her body, pressing his hardened cock against her, he quickly undid the ties of his hakamas and pushed them down to his knees. Not giving her time to adjust, his need too great, he slid his entire length into her and her own moan matched his as the warmth of her body surrounded his aching cock. As much as he wanted to pound into her with oblivion, Sesshoumaru contained himself, making his strokes long and slow and sure until Kagome was writhing underneath him, begging for him to fuck with like the animal he was. Still, he withheld. Control, he told himself, is the key. Humans were unlike youkai. Their bodies could only take so much before needing rest. And a human impregnated with a hanyou, even more so.
Then, quite suddenly, the miko shot upward. She grabbed him, taking hold of his hair with one hand and wrapping her other around the base of his length. Her eyes were wild with lust. “Just fuck me already!” she demanded, the hand wrapped around his cock squeezing as she did.
The growl he released was entirely feral, but his rational mind was still holding on to him. He knocked her hand away from his dick and slammed his length into her, as if his hardened cock were a sword. Grinding against her, filling her to her utmost, he growled again. “I cannot take you as if you were youkai.”
“Pretend I am,” she urged. “Make me forget.”
As cutting as her words were, Sesshoumaru could not help but to obey. He took her for all he was worth…knowing she was worth ten times as much. She clawed at him, her nails raking across his skins and raising welts in the process. She cried out her pleasure, cried out her desire for release–which he gave her. By the time her sweet body allowed him his own release, a fine sheen of sweat coated his body and he felt as if his heart would never catch up to the pace she’d set. He came in a rush…his seed surely coating her inner walls. The miko arched her back as he came, his semen, tinged with his youki, pushing her over and beyond. And for one brief moment, when he heard her heart stop, Sesshoumaru knew fear. True fear. Then the sound he cherished returned and her breathing, harsh and panting, returned as well. Her eyes, previous screwed tightly shut with passion, opened. The swirling blue depths captivated him as they gazed upon him. “Kagome?” he breathed, still trying to catch his own breath.
“That was…amazing,” she said with a slow smile. “Thank you.”
“For you,” Sesshoumaru dared to say, “This one would do anything.”
If she caught the gist of his words, Sesshoumaru would not know. Her eyes, the windows to her soul, closed once more. But there was a smile upon her face. Slowly, he pulled the softening length of himself from her, hearing her dismayed gasp as he did. “Worry not, miko. This one will always return to you.”
“I know,” she breathed, but there was such a mixture in her emotions, in her body language, that Sesshoumaru knew not how to take her words.
“Rest,” he said, instead. “I have much to do.”
“Yes,” she agreed sleepily, her body giving in to the demands of her pregnancy.
And he watched as she curled in upon herself, her legs naturally taking a pillow in between her thighs, and fell into a deep slumber…
Kagome opened her eyes, with a brief moment of not knowing what was happening around her. It took her only a moment, a quick check of her surroundings, to realize she was back in Sesshoumaru’s chambers, the silken sheets pulled up around her now naked form. Already there was an ache between her thighs and she missed the feel of him. Searching with her numbed senses, she realized, with almost a vague urgency, that Sesshoumaru was not near her. What? she thought to herself, struggling to sit upright and shake the sleep away from herself. Kagome could not remember a time when it had not been readily apparent that Sesshoumaru was there. “What is going on?”
She managed to sit up, swinging her legs to where her feet touched the cold floor. The chill of the stone shot straight through her, like a morning cup of coffee, and she shook her head clear once more. Able to focus more and ignore the calls of her body, Kagome dug deep within herself, using her senses to search him out. All that came back to her were signatures, like a dog that had peed on a bush. Was it possible that she had been left?
Closing her eyes, surprised by the pain of such thoughts, Kagome replayed their last moments together. No. Sesshoumaru would not have left her thus. He was as collared to her as she had been to him now. In this she was sure. But then….what would draw him away?
Rising from the bed, she automatically went to her wardrobe and pulled from it a kimono similar to Sesshoumaru’s. It was one she had previously resisted wearing but, apparently, her body and mind gave no thought to it now as she slipped its silken folds around herself. Once she was comfortably covered, ignoring the implications that she needed Sesshoumaru near to feel safe, Kagome pinned her hair up and then went searching.
Everything felt…empty…as if Sesshoumaru were gone and that was something Kagome found herself having trouble dealing with. For as long as she could remember now, the Western Lord had always been present. It was disconcerting to realize how attached she’d grown despite his demanding ways.
Her search soon found herself in the gardens, a place she naturally came to, and Kagome seated herself on a cold stone bench, wishing for the warmth of her lover. She raised her face towards the sun, closing her eyes as she did. “Sesshoumaru,” she whispered to herself, praying against hope that those servants swarming around her would not listen to her heart’s words and later report back to their master, “Where are you?”
It took a moment, a full minute almost, for her to register the surge of youki around her. When her mind finally settled and realized, Kagome was left almost gasping for breath. The strength of the youki was so great the ends of her hair were lifting from the force of it. She knew it was Sesshoumaru, she would know this blindfolded, but it was as if he were marking his space as much as possible. This pressure she hadn’t felt in quite a while.
Closing her eyes and focusing on the source of it, Kagome rose and turned. She walked forward, unknowingly, until she knew she was within the heart of it. Opening her eyes once more, she stared up into Sesshoumaru’s face. It was as if she were meeting him on a battle field in bygone days. He was dressed in his armor and looked exactly as he had then. Her eyes went hazy at the image until she felt a familiar tug…
Turning towards the disturbance, which was slightly behind and to the left of Sesshoumaru, her eyes opened wide with shock as she saw Inuyasha there. “Inuyasha?”
The hanyou, though wary of where he was and who was he was with, blushed at the mentioning of his name. His grip slackened slightly on the hilt of his sword and his amber eyes turned away from his brother to focus on her. “Kagome.”
Relief surged through her. From where it came, from whatever source, Kagome cared not. She crossed the distance between them and threw herself into Inuyasha’s arms. The hanyou caught her, as he always had, and held her comfortably safe, gruffly telling her to quit her tears or else. The warnings had little affect…other than to make her laugh. “Inuyasha,” she chided once she had control of herself. “What makes you think you can tell me what to do?”
She noticed the glance he cast over his shoulder before answering her. “Fuck if I know.”
Squeezing his arms, for her own comfort or his she knew not, Kagome stepped away and turned back towards Sesshoumaru. The Western Lord looked entirely pissed off and Kagome fought away the rising fear within her. She walked towards him, shyly baring her neck to him as she did. “Thank you,” she whispered honestly.
Sesshoumaru’s head moved minutely, his eyes focused on his brother and his hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword. Kagome moved closer to him, placing her own hand upon his. “May we have a minute to ourselves?”
At that, his eyes snapped back to hers and it seemed as if he were trying to see within her very soul. There was such pain and longing visible to her then, that Kagome almost cried out when he closed his eyes to her and opened them again, an unreadable mask. He wrapped her closely to him, running the length of his tongue from the base of her neck to the curl of her ear, a dark promise in this touch. “Of course,” he answered. Then, without another word, Sesshoumaru turned and walked away.
Kagome was so stunned by his motions that it took Inuyasha calling her name several times in a row to break her of her stare that followed the Western Lord’s retreat. “Kagome,” Inuyasha called again.
“Yes?” she finally answered, her eyes still glued to the retreating figure of Sesshoumaru.
“Are you okay?”
It felt to her as if coming to the conclusion of such an answer would take a lifetime. Was she okay? Most definitely not right then. Would she be okay? Perhaps. But she had only a split second to give Inuyasha the answer he wanted. “Yes. I’m fine.”
“The fucker came to me,” Inuyasha continued, maybe ignoring the vague tone of her voice. “Demanded I come with him to talk to you.”
The muscles across her belly clenched, drawing tightly against her. Kagome gasped for breath, her hand instantly reaching out to steady herself. Her fingers curled around Inuyasha’s shoulders and she met the hanyou’s gaze. “That was quite a kick,” she said when the feeling passed.
Inuyasha looked unconvinced. She could see him sniffing the air and swatted him on his arm as soon as she had the strength to do so. “Stop it, Inuyasha!” she ordered. “You know I don’t like being sniffed after.”
“You don’t like much of this youkai shit, which is why I’m wondering why you’re falling so hard for him.”
“Falling for Sesshoumaru?” said replied with a laugh that sounded false to her own ears, still gripping her stomach with the lingering traces of tightness. “How could you say that when you know I didn’t have a choice?”
“Didn’t look to me like you were in much trouble over the choice of who to choose,” he answered gruffly.
“What?”
She watched as Inuyasha visibly stiffened. “You practically fucked him in front of me, Kagome.”
“I only did that to protect you!” she protested.
“What the fuck ever,” Inuyasha countered. “You know I can hold my own against that bastard.”
Wildly, Kagome shook her head no. She’d feared leaving Inuyasha with this impression, but she hadn’t wanted that. Ever. Well did she know the history of her hanyou protector and well she did cherish and protect him. It had always been that way. “It’s just…just that I knew Sesshoumaru wouldn’t have held back, Inuyasha. I didn’t want you getting hurt over me.”
“Silly, human,” he answered back, a smirk remarkably close to Sesshoumaru’s on his lips. Then he gave a careless shrug of his shoulders, something she was quite familiar with, and changed the subject. “You’re fat.”
Kagome smiled and laughed through the tears growing in her eyes and smacked Inuyasha on the shoulder. “That’s not something you tell a girl! No wonder you’re still single.”
“Ouch,” he cried out falsely, rubbing at his arm where she’d struck him. “Take it easy, Kagome. I’m fragile, remember?”
“Fragile my butt. Who was always telling me their body wasn’t like mine?”
As if to answer her own question, the muscles across her abdomen gave another crunching spasm. She instinctively reached out again, her hand grabbing at Inuyasha as this one was worse than the one before. She heard Inuyasha curse underneath his breath and he led her over to the stone bench she had previously been seated upon. Kagome allowed him to and then insisted he sit beside her, pretending that nothing seemed amiss. “Have you seen Sango recently?” she asked as soon as the tightness began to ease.
“Yeah. Monk’s got her knocked up again. She’s fat and happy, too.”
A second after he spoke, his words registered with her. Fat and happy, too, huh? Is that what Inuyasha sees? “Oh, Inuyasha,” Kagome laughed. “You know I love you, right?”
As could be expected, a fine blush covered the hanyou’s cheeks and he shifted uncomfortably. “So, is Lord Asshole everything you could want in a man?” he asked, his voice rushing to cover his need to not ask. “Not that I want to know, but Sango was bugging me to ask.”
“Well,” Kagome answered slyly, avoiding answering the question she didn’t want to, “Let me give you some details…”
“Fuck that!” Inuyasha interrupted, as she knew he would. He jumped up from his position beside her, holding his hands out as if to ward away an attack of some kind. “Sango can get her own damn questions answered!”
Kagome couldn’t help herself and laughed again, the sound of it seeming to put Inuyasha to ease once more. “I’m only teasing you, Inuyasha,” she assured him. “Come and sit down again. I’m not going to bite you.”
The hanyou looked unconvinced, but did as she asked. Kagome leaned against him, finding comfort in his presence. She truly had missed him and was so glad to see him again. While their conversation wasn’t like it had been, it was flowing as normally as it could under the circumstances. She sighed with pleasure as he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. “So you’re truly…okay, Kagome?” Inuyasha asked softly.
Kagome thought carefully about her answer and she opened her mouth to respond. Just as she did, though, another pain racked her body, causing her to almost double over–as much her stomach allowed her to. Through the hazy pain around her, she heard Inuyasha curse again. “Damn it,” he swore, moving her off the bench as he did to have her crouch on her knees with her hands braced against the cool stone of the bench. “Fuck.”
She couldn’t reply, the pain lasting longer this time. Then there was a feeling of easement and she noted a wetness in between her legs. The wetness only made Inuyasha curse louder and he yelled for Sesshoumaru. “Fucker!”
Before the word had even left his mouth, Sesshoumaru was there, gathering her up into his arms. Kagome groaned, the movement not to her liking. “Be still,” she heard Sesshoumaru say. “Your waters have broken. The pup comes.”
a/n: A haraobi is a soft sash worn by pregnant wearers of a kimono. I may be mistaken as to its proper name and, if I am, I apologize profusely. Any corrections on the matter are most welcome as I do not wish to insult a culture not my own.