InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Slayer Sango ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

 

Chapter 8

 

A piercing golden stare shot in Sango's direction. He said nothing for a seemingly interminable amount of time. A paralyzing wave of doubt suddenly bore down on her, causing second thoughts.

 

'No, I do want him,' she reassured herself. 'But what now?'

 

It hit her like a massive earthquake after the battle ended. Sesshomaru hadn't been a petty bastard after all in setting her against the bear youkai. He had known all along that she would prevail, and had no interest in stripping her of her dignity. Indeed it had been quite the opposite. The private, only-for-her look of pride after the end of the fight told the whole story. Rather than punishment, Sesshomaru did her a great favor by displaying her strength and skill in front of the wider inuyoukai community.

 

She had garnered their respect, something that in the long run would significantly help her career as a taijiya. Sesshomaru had planned it and saw it through to its conclusion. Of course Sango wondered why he did it at all.

 

'Why do me any favors? I'm supposed to be a lowly human.' Assuming it again had something to do with Rin, she could not be certain. Unprepared to pursue it with questions at present she decided to let it go. Although warily grateful, her opinion of him was beginning to change.

 

There was something else. During the previous twenty-four hours it had finally begun to dawn on Sango that the cause of her strange bodily sensations and insistent, growing inner need had to do with Sesshomaru. He was beautiful and sensual and powerful and she could no longer deny that he had awakened in her a passion that longed to be released. He had a profound effect on her, something Sango had never before experienced with anyone. When he had pressed her on what she wanted in payment for spending time with Rin, the truth had simply slipped out: she preferred him.

 

"You want what, exterminator?" He asked, pushing away from the window to face her. He had not expected this and meant to know her motivations.

 

Sango crept forward. 'Have I completely lost my mind? But I can't back down now.' "I-I have never been touched by a man. I would like to know what it is like."

 

He studied her face for a few moments and then looked away to begin a slow pacing back and forth in front of his desk, apparently lost in thought.

 

Sango was unsure what to do. He seemed to utterly withdraw. 'Maybe I should just run,' she thought.

 

After a minute or two the youkai lord stopped his pacing and turned to face her again. He spoke quietly. "You wish to lay with me human woman, to share sexual congress?"

 

Sango swallowed hard at his directness and stepped close enough to tentatively grasp one graceful clawed hand, and she tucked her soft palm next to his surprisingly warm one. Encouraged that he did not pull it away, she managed to speak.

 

"Yes, lord Sesshomaru. I want to, to do that. Do you think you would be able to...instruct me?" Her words trailed off and she lowered her eyes to stare at the ground. Sango imagined her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment and she began to tremble, suddenly afraid of what his response might be. She longed for him to ease her fears in some way, to touch her, reassure her. Instead the youkai lord stood silent. This had to be one the most vulnerable moments of Sango's life. 'I can't believe I just asked him to do this! What has come over me? I must look like a fool.'

 

'What do you want to do here,' Sesshomaru asked himself. He had to admit he was curious. Ever since encountering the strong young demon slayer he had wondered what it would be like to lay with her, remembering their exchange when he'd come to retrieve Rin from her cottage. Then as now the young human woman exuded vitality and strength and honesty. She had performed with fortitude and courage in her fight with the bear youkai, just as he calculated she would. He concluded that Sango was possessed of a high degree of character, a trait he found attractive in females.

 

Sesshomaru also found her beautiful in an unaffected way. Her manner was simple and fresh yet subtly knowing-- she tempted him with her natural sensuality and yet remained elusive enough to make her interesting. 'And untouched, apparently.' It was almost too much to resist.

 

As a number of demonesses at the inuyoukai court already knew, Sesshomaru wasn't one to casually dismiss the attentions of an appropriately desirable female. He could not deny that he found the young taijiya of interest as a bedmate.He looked away, close to a decison. Her feminine scent stimulated him.

 

"I do not believe you have thoroughly considered what you are asking, huntress. I am youkai in blood and breeding. You are a destroyer of youkai. Does that not say anything to you?"

 

She felt a slight squeeze of her hand as he spoke and for a moment it actually seemed like something similar to affection. Butterflies began taking flight inside and she swallowed. "And you dislike humans Sesshomaru-sama, very much as I seem to remember."

 

Point taken. He discreetly sniffed the air. 'Not a hint of an ulterior motive, utterly honest.' Usually when court noblewomen approached him sexually they wanted something tangible besides the act itself, such as a better place at court for themselves or their fathers or some other gesture of public recognition. It disgusted him at times, the bedroom intrigue. However he had seen no other way to satisfy his needs until he found a mate.

 

Here was a creature who had no designs at all beyond her stated interest. She stood before him open, lovely. Sesshomaru experienced a sharp pang of desire as her arousal came to him strong and distinct. It went straight to the primal region of his youkai brain, the part that operated on pure instinct. Oh yes, he wanted her. He growled faintly deep in his throat.

 

Sango looked up in an attempt to read his thoughts but failed, unable to penetrate his neutral stare. Feeling a deep tingle begin to tug low in her belly, it dawned on her how close they now were. Aura or not, he affected her physically. She closed her eyes to savor the feel of his thumb slowly caressing the back of her hand.

 

Sesshomaru marveled at the effect of such a light touch. 'If she is this responsive now...'

 

"What about the monk?" he asked, not releasing her hand from his. "He would not likely decline an offer to, instruct you as you say." He referred to the night he saw her in the arms of the houshi outside Inuyasha's hut.

 

"What? Oh, you must mean Miroku..." Sango shook her head. The dark-haired monk was as far from her thoughts as anything at the moment. "Perhaps he would, I do not know," she murmured while looking up at Sesshomaru with somber eyes. "I care for him as a friend, he is a good man in many respects. But I do not want him that way." Bringing his hand to her cheek she cradled her head in his palm. "Not like this," she whispered.

 

He raised a graceful eyebrow at the inviting look in her eyes. "The monk is one of your own kind and yet you prefer to be with a youkai? Humans make little sense." A pause. He lightly stroked her hairline with his fingertips. "Well then."

 

A decision had been reached. Putting a bit of distance between them Sesshomaru spoke directly. "I have decided to grant what you want. You will follow me, exterminator." He began to walk toward a door at the far end of the library, and assumed she followed behind him.

 

"What? Right now?" Sango held back and remained rooted to the spot, suddenly unsure. For all her boldness she now felt nervous knowing he intended to accommodate her, and apparently right away. Besides that his behavior seemed exceedingly cool and methodical considering what she'd offered. Did women come on to him every day? It wasn't that she expected romantic speeches or dewy phrases from the youkai lord, but his matter-of-fact behavior now threw her off.

 

Halting halfway to the door, Sesshomaru turned to look at her. "You hesitate. You have declared that it is your desire to bed with me, exterminator. Has that changed?"

 

"N-no, but, ummm...I-I..." She fidgeted, unable to find her voice.

 

He suddenly understood. 'These humans and their emotions. Why do they never get to the point? So much unneccessary hedging. I suppose I am feeling gracious today.'

 

The demon lord allowed a glimmer of tenderness to enter his expression and returned to where she stood. He reached out and pulled her body close to his so that he could whisper in her ear.

 

"Come to me, beautiful Sango. I will not hurt you." Tilting her head, he began to slowly and delicately kiss her mouth.

 

Sango's eyelids fluttered and she felt dizzy when he deepened the kiss, and she slid her arms around his waist. His touch was deliberate but surprisingly gentle, and soon the young woman was lost in a daze of arousal. His expert exploration of her mouth caused soft moans to escape her throat, particularly when their tongues touched. 'Am I dreaming? Am I really standing here in his arms kissing him?' wondered Sango.

 

Finally breaking away with a gentle bite to her lower lip, Sesshomaru gazed into her eyes and traced her cheek with his finger. The way she'd returned his kisses said much to him about how eager she was to proceed, and this further piqued his interest. "Do you understand now," he murmured, and kissed her once more, slowly and with a certain yearning that suprised Sango.

 

She nodded, dumbfounded. Kissing him was even more incredible than she'd imagined. It was warm and exciting and she'd felt it in every part of her body.

 

"Yes, I understand."

 

 

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"Sister, did you get your invitation from lady Hisako?" A comely young demoness sat down next to her equally fetching sibling.

 

"I did just this morning, Midori." Kaiya and Midori were the children of Lord Akira, one of Sesshomaru's advisors. The elder Midori now watched her as her younger sister painted designs on fine linen-- Kaiya was a recognized talent in art at court. Unmarried, both had recently come of age, Kaiya having just turned eighteen and Midori twenty. Being beautiful neither lacked suitors, but so far their father had forbidden any requests for formal courtship of his daughters. Kaiya expected that soon his attitude would change.

 

"What can it mean," asked Midori.

 

"I asked father. He told me not to say anything outside of the family, so don't tell anyone. Apparently Lord Sesshomaru will soon take a mate. The eligible ladies of the court are being assembled for the next feast of the full moon. Father says my lord will begin his courtship then. Our invitations from lady Hisako suggest that we are included." Kaiya spoke calmly. Apparently she had been in possession of this knowledge for quite some time. Midori's eyes widened. The younger demoness had a sharper wit and keener intelligence than her older sister, and was recognized as such both within and outside the family. Being good natured Midori did not chafe at the distinction between them, and was devoted to Kaiya.

 

"What??? My lord is seeking a mate? Who has he chosen?"

 

"Will you listen, Midori? I said he is beginning his search. Apparently he has chosen no one yet."

 

"Oh to be Mistress of this place! How exciting!" Midori spun around, suddenly lost on a cloud of fantasy.

 

"You want to be mated to that cold demon? He will rarely have time for his wife, let alone harbor any affection for her."

 

"But he is the Master! It would be a great honor to our family to be chosen as his Lady." Kaiya couldn't argue with that. "And he is so handsome, so beautiful!" She couldn't argue with that either. Most every young demoness she knew at court had gushed over Sesshomaru's fine appearance, and seemed to care not a whit about his famously cold disposition. Not Kaiya. She wanted a husband who would love her, cherish her, feel passion for her. She doubted Sesshomaru-sama had ever experienced anything approaching passion or love.

 

"Oh what to wear, what to wear!" Midori squealed and recommenced her twirling.

 

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Looking up at the cold youkai lord Sango could hear the voice of her father echoing in the back of her mind. Human women who give themselves to demons are a disgrace to their people, and are rightly despised as weak, wanton creatures.

 

She took a deep breath. 'Father, please forgive this,' she thought to herself, and began to tremble as Sesshomaru traced her lips with the tip of his finger. They were now in what appeared to be his private bedroom. It was simply and elegantly furnished but Sango barely took noticed, focused as she was on the man in front of her.

 

Slowly Sesshomaru began to part her robe, watching carefully for signs of hesitation in her eyes. Finding none he opened it to reveal fine, smooth shoulders and full, soft breasts. He kissed her lips briefly and then began to lay a trail of tender kisses below her ear and down along her throat that brought soft sighs from the taijiya.

 

He stopped after arriving at the scar just above her collarbone.

 

"Did I do this?" She nodded, remembering their sparring session. She then felt a most soothing sensation-- his tongue licked at the area around the cut, gently caressing and tending her skin.

 

Sango wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth of his body beneath her hands. She remembered how beautiful his upper body looked the day before and longed to know more of him. Tentatively parting the front of his silk kimono, she brought searching fingers to his chest and found smooth, velvety skin that covered well-defined muscles. He released a quiet sigh and seemed to welcome her caress, and shrugged off his upper robe to allow her further access while at the same time lowering them to the bed.

 

Sesshomaru patiently allowed her to explore his body. Sango had long been fascinated with what he looked like under his silks and armor, and now that the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity presented itself she resolved to take her time. A delicate touch trailed over his shoulders, his throat, his face and arms. After a while a deep rumble similar to a purr emanated from his chest that thrilled her. 'Did I do that?' She then leaned in to gently kiss the demon markings on his face and wrists-- "Beautiful," she murmured. His hands slid up to cup her waist, and he responded to her attentions with a slow, hot kiss. Sango moaned against his searching tongue.

 

Wanting to know more of his lovely little prize, he eventually pushed her onto her back. Fingers, lips and tongue began to search over her body, and clothes fell away piece by piece. She found him surprisingly gentle as he took his time bringing her to a state of deep arousal. After a while she lay naked beneath him, and he drew back to gaze at her.

 

'Quite satisfactory,' thought Sesshomaru. Lithe and supple, her curvaceous body quivered under his hands as he began to massage her breasts. Leaning in, he licked and tasted the soft skin around her nipples.

 

"Oh!" A sharp wave of need swept through her as he began nipping and sucking at her hardening buds. She bit her lip. He then began to hungrily suckle at her now fully hard nipples, and it was as if a flame ignited her entire being. She cried out in pleasure and shock at the power of this attention. Searching hands went to his waist and she caressed his firm, perfect back. A hot wave of desire began to pool between her legs.

 

Letting her recover momentarily he whispered, "Do you still want this, girl? There is time to decline." Trailing his hand over her belly down to her thighs, he was pleased with the sighs his attentions had so far managed to elicit.

 

"Y-yes. Please don't stop." Sango let out a soft moan and parted her legs slightly. She wanted him.

 

He laid his body over her, his lower half still dressed. Wanting her to become accustomed to the feel of his weight between her legs, he gently ground his pelvis against her own, letting her feel him. A tide of lust like she'd never felt before ripped through Sango's body as something thick and hard pressed close to her depths. She grasped at his arms, whimpering and squirming from his insistent grinding. He silenced her loud gasps with devastating kisses, hotly nipping at her lips and the flesh of her throat.

 

"Oh no...oh! Something is! Oh! Wait!" The aching need between her legs finally gave way to a bone-shaking orgasm. Her body bucked beneath him, shuddering as the delicious wave took over.

 

Panting and still holding tight to his body, she finally began to come back down to earth. Sango had orgasmed before but never this powerfully nor this quickly. The combination of his erotic grinding and lustful kisses had simply driven her over the edge.

 

He drew back and began to remove the rest of his clothing. "A good start. You are orgasmic. That is a positive sign."

 

'How can he be so formal about this,' she wondered, beginning an inner dialogue. 'Oh that's right, he's a stoic, calculating, self-satisfied youkai that's how. How could I forget? Well what did you expect, Sango?'

 

Her criticisms did not interfere with the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying herself, and trembled at the sight of his now fully nude body. Long and lean yet solid, Sesshomaru was a picture of healthy masculinity.

 

'So perfect' she thought, gawking in the dim light. She relished the thought of continuing their activity.

 

Laying back, she pressed closer to him as he rejoined her on the bed. He smelled wonderful, masculine and clean and fresh, like a mixture of the deep green of the forest and ancient spices. She welcomed the lazy caresses he now trailed over her legs and hips.

 

"You have a beautiful body, Sango. I will enjoy you." Parting her legs he began a slow, gentle caress of her feminine depths. Her back arched at his insistent attentions and another lustful spike of need shot through her. She felt the iron strength of his arms, the smooth perfection of his skin next to hers. Parting her lips she began to suck his tongue and reveled in the sensual glory of his mouth.

 

"Are you ready," he breathed, pulling back briefly to examine her. The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Slipping one arm beneath her body to support her, he spread her legs apart with the other. He then spoke in a soft, instructive voice.

 

"There will be a brief moment of pain. That is your maidenhead breaking. I will try to minimize your discomfort as much as I can. Relax and breathe." She nodded and buried her head in the hollow of his throat. A veil of white hair covered her face as she felt him lift his body onto hers and pull her thighs around him.

 

Sango felt a blunt, stiff member pushing at her. Shutting her eyes tight, she clenched her teeth as he suddenly drove himself deep inside her body. She felt a rip as he entered and cried out briefly with the sharp pain.

 

He stopped all movement. "Are you alright girl?"

 

"Yes. Don't stop," she said while taking a deep breath. She would see this through.

 

He began a slow, gentle rocking of her hips. 'So tight,' he thought to himself. Not wanting to rush, he let himself enjoy the gentle pace and thrust in and out of her depths with a regular, slow rhythm. Her expression told him of the wonder and new sensations she felt and he leaned in to kiss her tenderly, acknowledging her experience.

 

For her part Sango felt a deep joy at the gentleness and careful attention he was giving her. It had been a risk, seeking comfort this way with a demon. Reassured that her choice had been a good one she lost herself and began to moan as his now more insistent thrusts became faster, stimulating her inside. The pain she initially experienced had receded, replaced by a deep pleasure as his erection thrust against her sensitive hidden places. Her fingertips traced the sides of his body and she arched her back to allow him more access.

 

"Sango," he breathed. Pumping far into her, the demon lord felt the tension building in his body. He hadn't realized her name escaped his lips as he adjusted his position. Raising a leg over his shoulder he drove into her, and shut his eyes in concentration.

 

"Oh!" The need inside Sango began to become insistent, and she soon came to her peak with a profound gasp of release. He soon followed, giving a few last deep thrusts just before climaxing. Pulling out after a few minutes, he lay down next to her.

 

Several minutes passed before anyone spoke.

 

"Were you pleased?" he finally asked.

 

Sango felt as if she were floating. "More than pleased," she murmured, still dazed. 'I can't believe I just did that. And with him!'

 

"That is satisfactory to me." Sesshomaru lifted on an elbow to kiss her. She smiled at him and kissed back.

 

Whispering hoarsely, she rubbed his shoulder. "Thank you for doing this."

 

"Do not thank me, I have no need of that. I said I would do this and there it is. Let us speak no more for now."

 

Sango quieted, and welcomed his arm as it slid around her. She felt safe and protected close to his body. Content and thoroughly warmed throughout, she soon dropped off to sleep.

 

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