InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Do you know how to dance? ❯ chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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

5

He could feel the possessiveness growing within himself just being in her presence, he knew now that this woman, this angel, this she devil wearing his colors would be the end of him, or possible the best beginning anyone could ask for. Sesshomaru and Kagome spun, their eyes still locked while their bodies were intertwined in the fast rumba, he twisted her left and then right in a fast pace before reversing and then doing it over again, each time her eyes as they came back around to him were always locked on him. He was fighting his inner-self, that animalistic monster that some called a ‘beast‘, they had both heard her words and those words had burned into his soul and his loins, he marveled at how three words could excite him more then hundreds of females had over the hundreds of years of his life, ‘Make me yours.’ she had said. He could see it in her eyes, along with scenting it on her person, she wanted him, desired him, longed for him, to fill her aching core and make that aching stop, he wanted to be the one to do it, there was no other option, no other would or could, she would be his.

Sesshomaru was just vaguely aware that they were in all reality completely strangers, and they had never seen more of the other then just a passing glance before, in fact they had worked in the same building for years now and he had only seen her in common places like the cafeteria where he often got his morning coffee from. She had never looked the type that would spark his interest, dressing like a mouse at work with her silver rimmed thin framed glasses, that she curiously didn’t have on tonight. Her hair, the lengthy mass of onyx wave that fell from the crown of her head dancing in the air as he spun her tonight, was usually always in a bun, tight and common like many Japanese professional females. Her body, the body he wanted to worship with his touch, taste, sight, and any other senses he had, was always hidden under demur librarian like clothing, that he was suddenly fantasizing about her ripping off that taunt body.

He could tell from her back when he’d seen it early this night that her body was a shrine that she worshipped and took great care of, there were no scars that he could see, no blemish, and her skin was a healthy tanned sun kissed color, a sharp contrast to his slightly pale form. And her legs, ‘by the Kami’s‘, he thought as they sauntered between his own, and before one had been lifted up on his hip again while it wrapped around him bringing her heat against close to his own hardening length. Her legs he could lick for days and never get tired of, off handedly he wondered just how long they were, just how much leg he would later have wrapped around his waist, he almost wanted to measure them so he would be able to brag. From her legs his mind went to her scent, it was heavily if he only admitted as much to himself, there were orange blossoms, tea, lunar flowers, and power, but beyond that was innocence. His grandmother, long ago when demons ruled the lands and humans were nothing more then a nuisance, had told him that all female scents had meanings; He had scoffed at the lesson then but now he was more then glad he had sat through a few weeks of leaning what the scent of a female meant.

Orange blossoms meant fertility, for that he was glad, he couldn’t lie to himself and say he would be pleased with a small family, yes having many pups would be tiring but his own family had never had something akin to pack, and he had longed for such things all his life, in his arms dancing was the one who would give him such things, and for that he was grateful. The scent of tea was more peculiar, the scent was laced slightly with plum blossoms, which meant beauty, strength and will power, it was one of the only flowers that could withstand the cold of winter and bloom in the spring, this was good for him as well because she would need all of that to stand by his side. The lunar flowers and the scent of her power were if anything overwhelmingly pure, like her innocence, it was a bright clean taste to his nose, sweet, and yet just the tiniest bit bright, was the only way he could think of it. Locking his eyes with her own again as he pulled her body tightly into his own, he loved the fact that even now he was pressing his scent into her being, if by no other way then by touch. Her innocence would be replaced tonight by his own mixed scent and she would forever be his, again her words played into his fevered touch of her body, ‘Make me yours.’

“Mine.” he whispered in her ear as he held her close feeling her breath fan over his own neck as she breathed in his scent, he could feel her eye lashes fluttering closed on his neck, as she nodded. “Its getting late do you want to go?” he asked her as he pulled her away to look down at her, she smiled a bit and nodded again, knowing there was no way she would get sleep tonight and if she did she knew it would be when night was laced with the pale glow of morning. They finished the dance in a passionate kiss, and returned to the table to say goodnight to her friends. “It was nice meeting you all.” he said as he shook hands with the monk and the Kitsune, while nodding to the females of her group. All the while Kagome was giving Rin and Sango hugs and slight pecks on the cheek. She was about to hug Shippo when he back up and smirked at her, nodding his head to the tall pale youkai behind her when she giggled at them both and just waved at Miroku not wanting to get either of them in trouble with her soon to be mate.

The group watched as Kagome and Sesshomaru left the club, and they all got up as well, though it was Friday and they had no where to be until Monday so it was dancing the rest of the night away or until someone wanted to go home, which ever came first. The rest of them were not near as graceful as Kagome or Sesshomaru, but they enjoyed themselves, and for the most part they could dance fairly well, just not like the soon to be lovers could. They all talked and laughed with one another, speaking about what they all thought over the current situation with their friend and leader, and the tall male.

Elsewhere…

Inuyasha had gotten in Kikyo’s car with her in the passenger seat, she looked rather shaken, emotions playing heavily in her eyes and on her face. He could clearly see that she was upset, but there was also sadness, anger, jealousy, it seemed that the seven deadly sins ran amok in her eyes. Starting the car he didn’t really know what his father would think, surly he too had spoken to Sesshomaru and knew of his ‘chew toy,’ ‘if nothing else they could use something to eat‘, he thought, ‘he was hungry perhaps she was too‘, he thought as he looked at her. She seemed underweight and far to lithe to be healthy, but then he didn’t know her all that well personal, just intimately. He felt bad about that, he didn’t want to just walk away from her after everything they had been through, some part of him was attached to her, possible it was the fact that she looked a little like Kagome, and she had put out for him when Kagome had not, he honestly didn’t know.

Taking a stab into possibility he looked over to the emotional creature sitting next to him and asked as he drove away from the scene of confrontation, “Would you like to get something to eat before we go to my father’s?” Hollowed dull doe brown eyes looked back to him simply nodding and without saying a word in returned went back to looking out the window. The hum of the engine gave off a ambient noise, allowing both male and female parts to become lost in thought, and there was much to think about.

‘She had lost nearly everything but was it a negative?’ Her sister, her twin, one whom she should feel more connected to in the word had just cut her off as though she were nothing. And she knew Kagome… this wasn’t a threat, Kagome didn’t make threats, those were beneath her, no, Kagome made promises that she kept. She wondered how long it would take her to cool off, how many years would it take for her sister to be able to be in the same room again, how many holidays and special occasions would they both avoid each other? Kikyo sighed as she thought more on the events of tonight. She was inwardly pissed, as much as she was loath to admit it, Kagome and Sesshomaru had looked stunning together, their polar opposites were so very attractive to the eye as they danced with one another, they were enchanting. To herself alone she would admit that she had never looked so good with the ‘guard dog,’ sighing again, she felt betrayed, and freed all at once. Kikyo had mixed feelings on this possible blessing or curse that was being freed from Taishou Sesshomaru‘s tight grasp, she wondered if Kagome would feel so chained as she had until this night. She was free to love now, free to live, free to hate, but could she really? Could she hate her sister, live her life as her own, find love? Looking over at the hanyou whose life she had helped to ruin, and yet entwined helplessly with her own if only for a brief while, she wondered what he thought of her.

Inuyasha was getting slowly annoyed, he didn’t like the sound of her sighs, or her mixed flocculating scent, beyond these things he had once thought charming about her, were wearing thin in this late hour, but he did tell himself that it was more then likely the situation they were in, and the lunar calendar making him moody. His human night had always affected him in odd ways in the day before, day of, and after, those three days and nights were often horrible nights for him, often he let his emotions run rampant, and he had remembered most of his and Kagome’s really bad fights had been during these times. He could rely on his demonic senses to tell him if she was lying about something, or if he could smell another male on her during any other time of the month but during those three days it was nearly impossible. Any time she was out, any time she was not at his hip, he thought her to be with another, and thus they had argued most during this time of the month.

He didn’t know how many times she had put him out because of this, oddly it brought a sad smile to his face when he thought about it, those things would probably never happen again. His only hope was that Sesshomaru would grow tired of his Kagome, and be done with her, then he thought, ‘she would come begging for him to take her back, until then though, he could use Kikyo as a bed warmer‘. He liked the idea, granted Kagome had only caught them in the shower, he had actually marked the whole house with ‘lovemaking,’ every room had been christened with the exception of her own, and it was only because he had not wanted Kikyo to leave yet, knowing she would have caught on that he had a girlfriend if they had gone into Kagome‘s room. Again he blamed this line of thought on Kagome, if only she had given in to him, if only she had bent to his will, this would have never happened, but there was some part of him that knew, if she had been so willing, so submissive he would have never wanted her.

He could still remember the day so long ago when he’d met her, she had her stylish glasses on, they sat low on her nose, her hair then had been far shorter, it had been a long bob cut that was slightly shaggy, and layered, but the edges had been crisp. Her bands had always been swept to the side and her crown hung lower in the front so that the bob cut sat just on her shoulders, and then went down in the front as it lengthened. She was in his mathematics course, ‘getting the basics in like himself someone else that was still undecided about their path in life‘, he thought, though later he found that she had simply forgotten to take the course as was already far advance in her studies. It had taken him weeks to finally break her down to go on date one with him, and her friends had questioned him far worse then even her father or mother had done combined.

He grinned again at the long lost memory, he remembered she was stunning as she came down the stairs in her home, she had been wearing a white sundress, with spaghetti straps, and white sandals, and her smile, he had lost himself in her image, in the way she careered herself. He frowned at the memory, he had never told her that day or even later that she had looked beautiful, and he might never get the chance to again. He sighed once for himself as he finally pulled into a place that stood out in all of Harajuku, it was the only ‘normal’ place there was here, or at least what he thought about. It was an American style diner right out of the 50’s, chromed out and neon lights to boot. Stopping, parking, he got out not bothering to get the door for Kikyo, he had never for Kagome, but Kikyo knew this as she got out and slammed the door, being left to followed the white haired male.

Back outside of the Club…

His warm hand was on the small of her back, his long fingers engulfing her clothed flesh still burning his heat into her and embracing her with savage warmth as he walked them back to the car. Kagome wondered ideally how her legs could even work to bring her anywhere with how she felt being so near to him, this demon, this devil, her Sesshomaru, she smirked lazily liking how it sound to call him hers. She wanted him, knew in all her being that she had never wanted anything as much and yet even now she was almost lost in anticipation. Her raven hair tickled his hand as it swayed with the gait of her walk, the motion of her hips, the curve of her form, he hid a smirk from the world for this woman was his. Inside he revealed in the knowledge that they would be one soon, and yet to the world he still looked as cold and calculating as ever, it would unnerve her if she didn’t know him, if she were not aware of who he was beyond himself, and what she was dealing with. This was Sesshomaru, The Killing Perfection, Lord of the west, THE Aristocratic Assassin, the cold hearted bastard -which he was not literally-, that would sooner kill you in annoyance then let you live.

History and life had made him what he was, just as it had formed and made her. His father had reigned over the West for longer then any other cardinal lord there had ever been, including all of Japan . But InuTaishou’s wanton ways had sealed his fate, his second ‘wife’, -or what she later found out by her own natural coarse in research as miko, not to mention her ex-boyfriend telling her-, who was referred to as his ‘second mate‘ was the cause of his fall from grace. In demon law there could only be one mate, and Sesshomaru’s mother, Lady Hatsumomo had never stepped down, she was far too powerful to have been hurt or killed by assassins, and so she had retained her title despite the insult of her mate. But killing wouldn’t have worked either way, if she died then Lord InuTaishou died too. Such were the things of being mated, and so she had left him when he’d brought home the little human woman twenty-five years ago, left him with her head held high, left him with his lust, and wanton ways. Her son, Sesshomaru, had taken the lordship as his father had ‘gracefully’ stepped down from century upon century of reign, all for his human wife, and hanyou son. It had been only Sesshomaru that had stabilized the demon realm when his father had caused such chaos then, the West was the strong hold of all things demon in the south-eastern hemisphere of the world, and InuTaishou had almost lost it all.

Sesshomaru had lived for far longer then she, and she imagined if based on yearly count she was still an infant in demon years, but as she was not demon, and so these things did not account for her.. But his longevity was also a curse to his disposition, he hated humans…was well known for it even, ‘but with good reason‘, she mused, they were weak in comparison, and had the potential to destroy the very things that gave them life, turning upon the hands that fed them, cursed, maimed, hurt, killed one another for nothing but greed. As a miko, a being a nature, she could empathize what it might be like to live a life such as his, to know loath those who went against the way of the natural world, to some degree it was her life, and though there would always be differences, times where she would never be able to say ‘that she understood‘, to some valid point she did, and did not, could and could not. This alone made her more like him then many others, for she had not lived lifetimes as he had. She had not killed as he had, she felt as though she could have, she knew deep down that her soul was an old soul, had lived through such things, and though she attempted most times to save lives, she could greatly empathize with wanting to end them. That idea unsettled her though, and a thought like that had become more often then not the norm rather then the minority. Her life had become such a polar duality of existence in the last few months, she hoped that this mating would stabilize her, could ground out what was happening to her, and her soul, she would not allow herself to fret over it though for she would know in the morning.

So lost in her musing she had not noticed that they had walked to the car, where he had opened the door for her, waiting until her long legs had moved inward before closing the door. Nor had she noticed that he was not driving back to the home they had left earlier this night, but towards the penthouse, it was his father’s place to hide from his human wife, Izayoi, when he had done something to upset the small woman that was his, ‘step-mother.’ Sesshomaru knew the old man and his female were at the Yokohama residence near the sea, to him his father was laughable in his older age, still very ripe in demon years, he had allowed himself to be tamed by his wife, where as he had remained wild for Sesshomaru‘s dam, ‘hell, Hatsumomo was still wild to this day‘, he mused, he wondered how she would take it, ‘not being a Lady‘, he would have to keep an eye on Kagome when he allowed them to meet.

His father and the world would not be able to disturb them there until morning, and by then they would just be winding down, she would be exhausted and he, ‘well he’d be ready for another round he was sure‘, though he would allow her rest so that he could bed her soon after she woke again. It would be a proper mating and she would be bedridden when she wasn’t using the restroom or bathing, she’d be on her back, her hands and knees, or in any other position he could have her in without her falling over, and possibly then if she did. Sesshomaru had yet to see her full body, but what Kagome had to offer just on site while dressed was enough to supply his brain imagery that would make a normal male blush, his response was simply to speed up so he could get there sooner. Seemingly no time had passed when he finally pulled up to the valet parking for Taishou Towers, a building that held work offices of many businesses, apartments for the horrendously wealthy, a ballroom, and his fathers personal Tokyo penthouse. He sneered mentally at the name, and the building itself, it was rich and swanky, not that he truly did mind but it was such a true representation of his father in decorated spender. It was a physical representation that he could mold and control, like things he no longer had power over, like his eldest son.

The attendant was a young male, human, who had opened the door to Kagome’s side as Sesshomaru got out as well, the tall silver headed male noticing the spike in the young mans scent, and growled with displeasure. Rushing to her side before the offending male could touch what was his, ‘he had to be new‘, he thought angrily, as he allowed his hand down for Kagome’s delicate appendage, he gracefully pulled her out of the car. A wind picked up her hair a bit as she smiled while looking up to him never noticing the other male, she didn’t mind that they weren’t going back to either of their places, this was closer, and being at her place or his, well there would just be too many reminders of what they did not want to see. He couldn’t help but notice her body again, giving it attention he couldn’t while there were so many watchful pairs of eyes on him. Now though he had her to himself, and it didn’t matter that the world could see there was no one of importance that could see him now. Flashes went off as they neared the building, Tokyo culture was relentless in its search of the newest celebrity, or royal cover story, often times they only got pictures of him, he didn’t mind it so much really if they wanted to take his picture that was fine, tonight though he wanted nothing to do with it.

Noticing his soon to be mates discontent he was about to make them stop when he heard the paparazzi gasping, cursing, and saying many other things that innocent ears should never hear. All around he noticed the cameras were being destroyed, he had to wonder what was happening when he noticed the slightly evil smirk playing on Kagome’s face. “You?” he whispered into her ear, causing her to smile, while he too smirked, he may not love her but he knew he could, and more then likely would if she kept on being so damned perfect. Making their way inside, the mood still wasn’t ruined, as they made it to their private elevator, that only had one stop. It was a glass elevator that allowed one to see all of Tokyo as you rose above the ground, the only one on this side of the building gave one complete and total privacy, added to the fact that the camera only went to a monitor in the penthouse above as well as a recorder that linked back to his own office, and nowhere else, they were alone.

He wasted no time as the door closed, Kagome found herself pressed hotly against the glass window, somewhat feeling sorry for the maid that would have to clean this up later. Hot lips pressed against her throat as she drew her head back only to have it pressed against thick glass, his kisses, nips, and slow tantalizing licks already started what she would later playfully deem as, ‘her downfall,’ she couldn’t help but to moan out in bliss. They were wearing far too many clothes, and yet she knew she didn’t want to undress until they made it inside, or just not in the see through elevator, but that was only because she didn’t want her pumps finding themselves on floor one when she was in the penthouse. His near burning hands had found her legs - her thighs particularly-, the heat coming from them sending waves of pleasure up her body as he fit himself between them, forcing her skirt up to pool around her waist. Still wearing far too many cloths for her liking, and they still weren’t at the top yet, Kagome unbuttoned just a few of the buttons on his shirt loosening his tie along the way. His mouth was doing things to her body and her heated inner workings, by the gods, she didn’t know what she had done in her last life to deserve this pleasure but she knew this time around she was going to do it again, ten times better if she got this again next time around too. The heat he was causing in her body was nearly unbearable, her virgin form reacting beautifully to this sinful creature that held her happily captive.

He growled against her skin his fangs raking the column of her neck, his heavy heated breath fanning out over her ear as he took the lobe in his mouth suckling it, and teasing it with his fangs, he smirked as she shuddered. He briefly wondered if she had claws, as he felt her not so dull nails rake against his jacket and neck pulling him into her as he continued to assault her neck and jaw line, her scent of arousal spiking dramatically driving him recklessly with want. Kissing his way from her ear lobe to her jaw, licking as well he lightly nibbled on her chin before tilting his head a bit to the side to lock her lips in a kiss, there was no need to lick her lips asking to be invited in, this was not a tender first kiss that pubescent youth shared, this kiss was raw, demanding, forceful, the kind of kiss that makes you breath heavily in your nose so you never have to break apart. One clawed hand locked itself in her growing mess of raven hair, his digits getting tangled at the root to hold her in place, he knew he needed to calm a bit but he had been worked up very well all night long and now he wanted her. After all he was a being that worked hard at everything he did, but he played just as hard as well, and they were going to be playing a dangerous game together oh so soon. It was hard not to just take her now, her heat pressed to his as one of her legs founds its happy perch on his hip the other had come off the floor of the elevator and had locked on its glass wall, forcing the taiyoukai to bare her delicate weight, not that he minded at all, she was indeed a delicately small female.

He was about ten seconds away from ripping their cloths off when the elevator finally reached the penthouse suit, greeting by an elder youkai maid that Sesshomaru recognized as Old Tsunade, there were no words needed to be said as he felt the onna in his arms grasp herself around him, his glance told the old maid all she needed to know, ‘leave.’ The old woman wasted no time, Sesshomaru never brought a female here, so if there was one here then she was indeed an important person, as it was the maid was only one that lived here for a staff, her purpose was to make sure the place never got dirty while it was not in constant use. Kagome reluctantly detached herself from the lips of the demon lord, sucking on her own to savor his taste, her face down cast as she shot those dancing eyes up at him before letting her bottom lip pop back out with a tiny sucking noise. Glancing at the maid as the elevator doors closed, her hands found the knot in her jacket’s belt, with a seductive ease she slid the black coat from her body, allowing it to puddle at her feet, she wasn’t going to use it again tonight so it didn’t matter if it had wrinkles, she’d worry about that when it was time to leave.

She walked over to him, a playful smirk on her face, as he hands found his chest, sliding the delicate appendage up his torso, she watched her hand while Sesshomaru studied her face. He was fascinated at the thought she put into her actions, many would just want to strip him and themselves and just get to it, she was teasing him slowly, he had to admit he rather liked the change. His expensive coat fell from his broad shoulders, he made no move to catch it as it went, next were the buttons on his vest, he watched as she took each out and opened it to also have it fall to the floor in the growing puddle of clothing, her poor lower lip being abused by her teeth and constant nibbling. So entranced by the abused surface he leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. His silver locks curtained her body as they fell over his shoulders, and he pulled her flush against him, she moaned into the kiss and he growled, all the while untying the lower knot at the base of her spine from her dress. Kagome broke the kiss for much needed air, still being dominate and some how shy, she could feel the slight loosening of her dress and knew that he had untied it, which she was glad for because he could have just used his claws, but she had heard no fabric ripping or being cut, she was content.

Pulling him down to her level by the tie she pulled it free from his neck but had grabbed a hold of his ear with her mouth, she could feel his claws digging into her body in response, as her heated breath fanned over the shell of his ear, and her hot little tongue grazed his lobe. He grunted in slight pain at his little vixen, yes he could smell her innocence but he was fairly sure at this point that other then the maidenhead for proof she was anything but innocent. He could feel her hand on his chest as her nimble fingers slowly worked the buttons of his crimson shirt off, he found himself untying the knot at the base of her neck now, as she had gotten his shirt unbuttoned, and was sliding it too off his person. He could smell her arousal at the sight of his chest, though it was marred by the material of his a-shift she quickly ripped the cloth down the center of his chest, the ripping sound was pleasurable to his ear, as his inner-self loved to destroy things. He watched as her dress fell to the floor, revealing her bare chest to his heated gaze as she had already done to him, clad in only his pants, shoes, socks, and underwear, he was a match of her. The tiny woman below him was possibly the sexiest thing he had seen in a while, she was wearing high cut thongs that licked her hips, and dipped low towards her sex, but was nothing more then strings in the back. Around her hips again low was a matching short guarder belt holding up what he had thought all night were just regular stockings but had turned out to be nylons reminiscent of the 1940‘s, the sheer fabric which normally went to a females mid-thigh went up to her sex, he couldn’t help but admire a woman that could pull the look off as she did. His hands had been roaming those legs all night and hadn’t felt it in the least, ‘she was so very sexy‘, he thought ready to take her here and now, and she was to be all his. He loved the slight blush on her cheeks, it complimented her slightly hood eyes and lustful gaze well, but defiled her known innocence.

Still clad in far too much clothing for either of their tastes, he pulled her flush to his person, nearly hissing as her cool skin touched his far too heated skin, her round fleshy pert breast mashing into his own chest. Licking his female, he reveled in her spiked arousal, all night it had driven him nearly insane with need, his inner-self nearly murderous to get to his bitch, and yet now he wanted to take things slow so he could savor the pleasurable torture he planned to inflict upon her. His lips captured her ear lobe as her hands wrapped around his shoulders pulling him close, her fingers threaded through his silken silver tresses. He needed to tell her things, he was aware that she was a miko and should know certain bits of knowledge about some things, but he wanted her for his life, not just hers, and these were secrets that only his clan knew, it was information that was not leaked, and was guarded like the next heir. “Kagome,” his deep baritone voice rang in her ears like velvet, her eyes fluttered as his voice made her body react, he grinned arrogantly. “Tonight I will mark you thrice, once on each side of your neck where your shoulder meets the base, and once from behind directly on your neck.” he said between licks and nips on her neck not breaking the skin, but lavishing her all the while he continued to get the information needed out. “The first will be to give you some of my poisons for immunity,” he didn’t mention that it also forced her body into heat, he didn’t need to honestly she would be pupped as soon as he could have it. “The second will be to give you some of my youki, the last will be to give you my life span, as well as completing the bond, and sealing the first two.” he was now behind her, his claws raking the round underside of her breasts, gaining a moan from her. “When I mark you with the last bite, you will need to release all of your power and force it to submit to my own, and then my miko you will be mine forever.” she moaned softly but nodded in understanding, he was pleased.

“I told you, I want to be yours. And I meant it, make me yours, now.” she demanded, and he didn’t need to be told twice, looping his arm below her knees, he scooped her up bridal style and made for his bedroom. Later in life she would think those few moments were almost as if he were gliding, she would be sure of it, but for the moment she was lost in the amber pools of want and need, lust and adoration. The length of his silver mane and her onyx tress billowing out behind them in the wake he had created, the color and lack there of mixing and tangling, while flowing like water. She had expected him to lay her down she was not on the other hand prepared to have him set her on her knees on the bed facing away from him though. She wanted to look back but didn’t as she felt his clawed finger taper down her back, and over her fleshy end, drawing dangerously light in almost a tickle as he continued his path down her body, over the backs of her thighs and down her calve until her left shoe was removed. She had unconsciously leaned her head back, baring her neck to him as she moaned out at his caress, for the moment he almost wished she hadn’t done that, his inner-self was now trying to doubles its efforts to get out and have their female, but he wouldn’t have it, for what he was going to do, his inner-self could not be a part of it, it would hurt her more then he wanted to do so, and he didn’t want to hurt her at all.

He began to kiss her neck, loving how her scent of arousal surrounded him as he did so. Her hands had found their way behind her to his belt, and had worked it off and open the zipper on his pants had been taken care of as well, when she felt him remove himself from her. She whimpered at the loss, he chuckled at her distress, but quickly removed what was left of his cloths, she had turned to see why he had left her waiting, and was memorized at the sight of him in all his glory, her arousal only grew as the sent of her excitement hit his nose as well. Returning to her neck his body pressed into her own, her round ass pressing into his already growing member, his fingers made their way below the straps on her thongs as he flicked them out cutting the strings. She knew instantly that her lingerie would forever more have a short life expectancy, but for the life of her she could care less, his mouth was paying homage to her neck, her back and her shoulders, so lovingly slow that it was nearly impossible for her to stand the delicious torture. His thick member began to probe her folds, no he wasn’t going right for the kill but more so to make her even wetter, which he thought might be impossible considering his member became soaked by just rubbing against it. This though was what he needed, sure there were lubrications but they had always had a silicone scent and he preferred the real lubrication always.

He was making love to her neck and she was lost in the sensations, his hands around her breasts kneading them, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, she could do nothing as his thick member rubbed against her dripping folds from behind, salivating his shaft for what she knew not was about to occur. Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, his body behind her allowed her to arch into him, giving him more of her neck to take to his mouth, her body was relaxing under his ministrations. So relaxed that he knew it was time, with one quick thrust he’d entered her from behind, her cry of pain not because of the lower intrusion though had he not bitten her at the same time it would have been. His fangs were thrust into her shoulder at the base of her neck on their left, his poison flowing into her as he himself was buried to the hilt anally. Her hooded eyes had shot open from the pain in her shoulder, it burned, she hadn’t even realized where his member was buried yet, her nails sunk painfully and yet pleasurably into his neck as well, her mouth hung open in a silent cry as she allowed the pain to sweep her. She wasn’t fighting it, ‘Good girl‘, he thought as he began to move within her, his fangs were sunk deep into her, his member pushed in low and slow before pulling out in the same rhythm, a clawed hand massages her breast playing with her nipple as the other found its way to the bud of instrument of desire that he was planning to ply all night long.

The pain began to recede and she could feel his poison flowing through her, she pulled her own powers back knowing it was needed at the moment, for him to control, before she realized where he was, her body was beginning to tingle with heated pleasure as he pushed slowly in and out of her. She had never felt this before in her life, she had in fact been adamant that this she would never try and here she was, her first true sexual experience and she was getting fucked anally, she loved it. He was growling low, the reverberation from his chest sending shivers down her spine, his finger, clawed and all, gently but slowly rubbing against her clit. She moaned at the low tightening of her still unused sheath, she could feel the contractions of her body trying to grab the phantom length she could feel was not there, and yet was so close, her spine tingled low as his other hand began to press harder on her lower abdomen, the pressure increased and she moaned out in a near growl.

He was so turned on by her moans, and the fact that she had just growled out was so very addictive, he wondered what other inu sounds she would make before the night was over. He needed her to cum for him, needed her blood to flow his poison through her, needed to have her energy spent before the final mark so that the three mating marks would be final, and his domination would be complete. Adding the pressure to her stomach had forced her to arch more into him, ever so slowly he increased the rhythm of his finger at her clit, it was soaking wet and he wanted so very badly to taste her. The firm hold he had pressed into her had forced her body to feel the pleasure he was inflicting upon her. He knew that playing with her clit would stimulate her but he didn’t want her to climax too quickly, so he kept her just at the edge of ultimate pleasure. He knew for a matter of fact that she would be walking incorrectly tomorrow, he was large, and he was sure she wouldn’t be too pleased with him in the morning, which was why he planned to fuck her until she passed out for a day at least.

The only problem was that he could feel his own release coming, his shaft was hard, solid and nearly petrified within her, though her walls bent him and curved sending pleasure beyond the near godly tightness of this part of her, it was hard to hold back. Though he didn’t know why he was, he had done this on purpose, the fertile essence hadn’t been used in such a long time, there was no sense even trying to use it, for he had never used it with a female, only releasing it regularly alone so as not to end up with his ‘chew toy’ with pup. Protection was one thing but if his beast ever acted up it was just safer not to have any potential available so he regularly indulged in self pleasure. Sesshomaru had once thought it below him but had come to the conclusion that it was worth it not to pup that whore. All in all he needed to be rid of it, and he just couldn’t allow her to swallow it, he wanted to be within her when he released, and so he was. Switching his finger for his thumb he slid his long finger into his bitch’s core, immediately he was assaulted with her tightness, and knew he would have to work her so as not to rip her apart. She came on his fingers the suction nearly painful to his digits her hot liquid flowing like honey over his hand, her blood flowing heavily against his fangs as she panted and tried her to not pull away as her body stiffened, his own released forced as well, as he jutted his hips painfully into her, his release coating her innards.

He was not flaccid to say the least, but he wasn’t as stiff which was good, pulling from her tight body he licked the blood from her shoulder, as she panted, allowing her to gently fall on the bed, she was panting so very hard, the force of their release nearly as painful as it was pleasurable, he grinned like a hound at his bitch. Her eyes were nearly closed but he could see that she was watching him, her arousal and excitement still heavy in the air he could see that she was thinking of something, her lower lip held dangerously between her teeth. She was panting still, her body glistening as the lights in the room hit her beautiful skin, The air conditioner came on sending chills down her body, and he himself couldn’t resist slapping her oh so exposed ass, she moaned as the pop of skin called out to the air. His member twitched in response, as he nearly took her again, he needed the poison to flow through her whole being, it was almost done and he could take her again in a few moments. That being in mind he went into the bathroom and gathered a wash cloth to clean them with, making sure he was clean he came over to her and cleaned her, the cloth was warm and she made a nose that was more of a “mm.” then a moan. He could tell sleep was trying to claim her and he would have none of it, he needed to get her still dripping sheath to stretch out for him, and his member, he had a girth to him and if he wasn’t keeping her, if he didn’t want her, he would have treated her like any other female he had, even the last ‘chew toy’ had never gotten such privileges.

She had wondered why he had cleaned her up but had thought nothing of it really, it could have been for health reasons, which showed he cared, or for the fact of scent, but then dogs loved the scent of their own sex, they reveled in it; that might have been the answer too, but probably not, either way the cloth was warm and felt good against her already slightly sore body. She watched through heavily hooded lids as he walked back to the room she had now assumed was a washroom, and he came back, she couldn’t help but take him in full now, his body was gorgeous, like a piece of living marble touched and created by Michelangelo himself, he was a deadly work of art, and Kagome loved him for it. She had seen his crest marks on his cheek before he was nude to her hungry eyes, and had wondered where and how many more he had on his person, ad now she could clearly see. There were crest marks on his palm across his wrist that flowed up his forearm and back, and another set of similar though slightly thicker on his hips that flow to the very tips of his silver lower tuft of hair. Following those beautiful crest she couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous of him for being so beautifully marked, she didn’t know that her mate was watching her every glace, tasting her feelings in the air, or that she was now hungrily staring at his twitching member. Sesshomaru wanted to laugh when he made it jump for her, her eyes had been hooded with tiredness and lust, were now wide with slight shy embarrassment, those cool eyes looked so very innocent in that moment, that a dark part of him just couldn’t wait to taint her purity.

As the air kicked on harder to meet the demands pressed upon it, Kagome was flipped over by her demon lover, her eyes opening to see just what he had in mind. She watched as Sesshomaru climbed up her body kissing her long legs as he came up, though she furrowed her brows together when he settled between her legs. He couldn’t help be chuckle darkly at her naiveté, she didn’t seem to have any idea what he was about to do to her, which he was fine with because she would know shortly. He watched in morbid fascination as her nipples reacted to the cool air now circulating the room, the harden nubs gaining his attention but not stealing it from the prize with the heady aroma of sex coming forth. Her legs were already parted to accommodate him between her thighs but he wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t be able to get away from him. He could only assume that the nerve bundle was just as sensitive or more so then the male sex, because the few females he had ever done this for had always seemed to want to get away from him. It was exciting to a point, but annoying to another, pulling her to him so that the backs of her thighs brush his shoulders, he was easily able to wrap his arms around her legs and keep her steady in place. Looping his left arm around her thigh, holding her weight down by her hips, his right hand splitting her still wet folds before he attacked her with his tongue. A long slow probing lick brought out a near strangled cry from his bitch, a deadly shudder from her body and a grin on his face as her head shot up, he watched as she held her upper body up to watch him. Their eyes locked as he took on a more predator thought process to bring his bitch to new heights of pleasure.

Sesshomaru watched as her breast heaved with her deep breath, she was crying out here and there throwing her head back with a force that would be dangerous if she were to add just a bit more speed to the backwards thrusts. Her neck was exposed to him, the whites of his eyes bleeding a bit crimson in the edges as he took her in such a way. His bitch was not a skinny thing, little and tiny, yes, but not skinny, her body held a healthy weight, a good weightt to get pupped at, a good weight to add to with the girth of a round belly full with pup. Her stomach now though was slightly concaved as her rib caged jutted out while she arched her back on one particularly hard moan, throwing back of her head, his name had spilled in delightful bliss from her lips..



His name was like a prayer to her, the only thing keeping her sane from this lovely torture was his name, she had never felt anything like this before. Oh yes she had toys at home, what girl in Tokyo didn’t? but this was like nothing before like no toy could ever be. She could hardly believe the feelings he could invoke in her being. Before she had only had heavy petting, it was nothing like this, nothing could compare to the delicious torture that Taishou Sesshomaru was inflecting upon her person, it was sinful, shameful that he should have so much power over her being, but she couldn’t bring himself to care because she loved it so. He was stretching her with his fingers, she could feel that, loved it, his tongue was working her, making her cry for him, beg him, and she didn’t care that she was like a wanton bitch in heat, he was making her scream, making her need, making her voice sore from moaning and he hadn’t even entered her yet.

Kagome could feel her next release coming, her body nearly ached when she cried out low and long in exhilaration, her body sobbing in pleasure. Her back was arched high, her head thrown back, some of her hair clung to the sweet sheen on her body as she panted from exhaustion, she wanted to sleep, needed to rest but she could see from the gleam in his eye that he was not nearly done with her. He wanted to lap up every bit of essence from her being, everything she had offered him but there was no way that he could do that, she would need every bit of it to allow his entrance into her body. The broad round mushroomed tip head of his now aching and throbbing member rubbed dubiously between her folds, the silk heat of her orgasm slowly moving from heated flesh to heated flesh.

His tip probed her, he was a master, he knew how to play the instrument that was the female body better then most males, it was only a matter of tuning it to perfection, and he was everything, especially perfection. Sesshomaru had never known if it was instincts or that he had just learned it off handedly somewhere along the way in his long life but he knew that the keys to a females pleasure were in three places, the sing of her clit, that ridiculously pleasure spot on every female that could make them crazy and forget anything you had done to wrong them if played correctly. The thick bunching of nerves at the base of her tight narrow entrance was the next melody to play her with, rubbing himself there he was sure he could keep her moaning his name all night, needing only to rotate of his hips to do so, and that other bunch of nerves the elusive ‘g-spot,’ made the last of the harmonic pleasure points. This was how he planed to play tonight, he would string his body and hers into a blend of music for his ears only, so blissful that he’d have to play her again and again just so he could play her melodic body in a different order and hear her melody in a different tune, he did so love music.

Merciful inch by inch he slid into her wet tight core, he watched in pleasurable amusement as her brows furrowed together, to look upon her he could see pain, and pleasure. His own brow knotted together as his teeth clenched, he knew her to be tight beyond reason, but to have pleasure so tightly knitted with pain was not something he was accustom to. As he sank into his soon to be mate, he realized that he had hit her maidenhead, and his miko was not breathing properly, he noted, though at the same time he could feel her walls shuddering around him and she looked to be in a mixture of delight despite the lax in oxygen. Drawing himself nearly out of the welcoming heat in full, he leaned in so his warm breath fanned her neck as he sighed out still trying desperately not to harm her, “Breath.” he commanded. He heard her staggering intake of breath as he sank fully within her, the rip of her innocence allowed him to sink to the hilt within her, she nearly growled as the pain hit her, but did not cry out or tear up, it had felt like a pinch to her, a snap to him as he rested and allowed himself time to adjust to her impossibly tight wet core. His head leaned into her own, his brow touching her own as her heaving breath came under control, his eyes closed like her own, there was just a moment, a moment to feel and be felt that was gone with the tickle of her flesh as she gingerly moved herself beneath him. Sesshomaru’s eyes snapped open, the crimson seeping deeply towards the darkening gold of his eyes, he growled in pleasure as he began to rock within her. Kagome’s legs latched around his hips at first the pace both sore and tight to her body, yet the pleasure undeniable.

Holding his weight upon his arms which were securely placed on both sides of her head, Sesshomaru rocked himself steadily back and forth, the pace was agonizingly slow for him but he felt nothing but elated joy from the action.. His bitch was tight, wet, and wrapped so thoroughly around him that he was in heaven. He could feel himself stiffer then he’d been in ages, he took her slowly, building up the pressure within them both. He was enjoying the sounds of their dance, the slight sheen of sweat around her, her body giving off an ethereal glow from the light of the city around them. The quiet of their surrounding, save their mutual grunts and moans, allowed the slight slap of his hips and balls against her heated flesh to sound like music to his ears. Her gasps so innocent, and completely real, not that they would ever be fake, were perfect, he regarded her as he pressed in extra deep on this thrust, and she moaned low and deep, husky for his passion. He decided then and there he wouldn’t ever be tired of her, at least in their bed. Taking the time to think more then he really wanted to he knew he needed to explain the rest of the mating in a little more detail, for a female to make a life bond she had to be powerful to begin with, but usually this bond was never made with such opposing energies, though he suspected that her energy wouldn’t fight him as it has caressed him all evening long.

“Kagome.” he grounded out as he thrust again. Her eyes focused more on him then they had been previously, his words settling her with a thrust into her tight core as he spoke. “I need…Gods…..” he panted straining to speak but needing to say it, “Youki,” he started with another grunt. “You can’t fight… fuck….Must accept it.” he finally growled out as he began to pick up pace. She nodded slowly as she moaned out throwing her head back as his pace quickened. He pulled her leg up allowing him to thrust in deeper then before, leaning in his fangs again lengthened as they sank into her right should the opposite side of the other mark. He held on as he began to allow his flow of youki into her open mark, his pace becoming faster with each harsh thrust into her, Kagome’s nail raked down his back leaving angry red whelps, nearly drawing blood. Faster and faster he went thrusting deeper hitting depths and heights of passion.. He could feel her powers coming out, they were not fighting, he was glad to his amazement though they embraced him, allowing more crimson to bleed into his sights, nearly complete with pleasure as the taste of her coppery blood clashed against his tongue, he fucked his bitch. Kagome began to chant his name like a prayer, she was going to cum, and he didn’t seem to look like he was going to stop, not allowing thought to ruin the moment, she came. Her walls crashed into him as she came, breathing erratically, hot, sweaty, needy, elation swimming from her center, he kept going, completing himself and the flow of youki as he came.

Leaning his forehead into her shoulder as he stilled his arms nearly quivered from the force of his climax, he reveled in her now mixing scent. Kagome clung to her lover, her soon to be mate, words couldn’t express how she felt, shuddering as she felt the aftershock of this newest coupling, her walls still clenching him, his own body still shuddering from their still joined bodies. She licked her lips, her breath fanning his neck, he was still not done with her, she was exhausted yet she knew there was at least one more before rest could claim her. Long minutes passed while neither said a word, he was still seated deep within her, still hard and firm ready to finish, she was tired. Doing what any girl would do while still being invaded, she gave a hard tight hug of his member, ‘Kegels were nice‘, she thought evilly as his deep groan was heard, she could feel his heart beat in her neither regions, the feel of it turned her on. Sensing his bitch would only make it worse if he didn’t move soon, he reluctantly pulled from her tight wet core, only to pull himself to his knees and then Kagome up as well. Positioning her in the perfect pose that he planned on having her commit to memory, he would have her ass up and naked bared flesh for his sight right before dinner every night if possible. He re-sheathed himself just as quickly as he’d been forced to remove from, she gasped, he smirked devilishly, he knew all too well that short of bending her in half, which he was tempted to do, he would not be able to dive deeper into his precious bitch.

She was tired, he could tell, but he would have his mate, his hand gripped her hips pulling her into him hard, she moaned out hard, low, and deep for him. Kagome was in heaven, no matter how tired she was she wanted this, needed this, him, all of him, she listened as he began again to speak, a word or hard syllable with each harder more pleasurable thrust. “Now. My. Bitch. We. Take. You.“ He grunted hard as he thrust harder, “Sub. ..Mmit. To. Us. All. Of. You. Re. Lease. Your. Powers!” By now she was coming and doing just as he said, her powers all of them unlocked and unleashed like a tidal wave of energy and aura, the bright pink so pale and yet dark, harsh and soft lashed out against his now risen youki. Both fought for dominance as she came harder, her orgasm being forced to keep going as he refused to stop for her, she was at this point sputtering nonsensical gibberish as his fangs latched heavily into her neck. Her scream was a happy mix of pleasure and pain, tears wept down her face as she professed to him that he was in fact a kami, his roared into her neck shaking her being, while his final thrusts he too found his climax and with it, their auras were one, the blinding green of his own, and the pale pink of her own mixing into a solid white so blinding it hurt both their eyes.

From the street level and other towers one could look upon their room, the curtains had not been drawn back in their hurry to the bed, the light was so bright that it was seen for miles, felt the same distance.. Here and there cars stopped, people gawked at the sight, in a world of demons and powerful humans, they knew someone powerful had just mated, considering the building and the height of the floor level it had to be a Taishou. Newspapers, market rags, and many other publications would get a middle of the night call to be on the look out for the next Mrs. Taishou, already the internet was beginning to wake to the noise that a Taishou had mated. In the room though the new Mrs. Taishou was breathing heavily from their shockwave of a climax, she looked lazily over at her new mate, her eyes hooded, as her body slid to the bed, unable to hold herself or him up. Sesshomaru was knotted in his bitch, her core plugged with his girth so that nothing could escape, she would be pupped. Pulling them both to the side she didn’t complain once about the swelled girth within her, only murmuring something about, ‘sex gods,’ before she curled into his chest and promptly passed out with a smile on her face. Sesshomaru had just finished licking her mating marks, fascinated with the new sheen they all held, the first was silver, it stood out so much against her sun kissed skin, the next on her other shoulder was the same gold as his eyes, making it harder to see but still there. The last and largest was the one on her spine and the back of her neck, the same color blue as his own, he smirked as the bond began to grow. He marveled at his ability to already be able to feel his mate, her body and its workings slowly becoming mapped in his brain as he scented her. He would be knotted for a while, more then likely until morning, but he was in no hurry to leave the hot peace of his mates body. With male pride he couldn’t help but smile to himself, he wouldn’t be able to take her again until tomorrow afternoon, there was no way she would be having restful sleep tonight and she would be far too tired and sore in the morning, either way he had all the time in the world, and now, so did she.

At the Yokohama Residence near the Sea….

The phone rang with unparalleled enthusiasm, and as much as Toga longed to ignore it, he could not, sitting up in bed his wife sliding from his chest he reached for his private line. This line was for family and only his most trusted advisors in the business world, it was the ‘use this at you own peril’ line, meaning that if it wasn’t worth Toga’s time, then you were probably only going to be living for another twenty-four hours. Groaning deep and raspy as he noted the caller id, he answered when the caller called back for the third time now, ‘he really was getting slow to answer in his old age‘, he thought as he pushed the ‘talk’ key. “What?” he growled out, causing Izayoi to groan into the waking world.

“Don’t bark at me you old dog!” screamed the other side of the line.

“Hatsumomo. What. Do. You. Want?” growled Toga.

“Did you not feel it?” harped his mate.

“What?!?” growled the old dog harder then meant to causing his wife to wake fully into consciousness.

“Dear Kamis, your absolutely useless. Our son has taken a mate you old fool. Why was I not informed of any female that he was seeing?” growled the female.

“What are you barking about, Sesshomaru is seeing no female that he would mate, I would know if he were planning to take a mate.” growled Toga. Izayoi, having gotten up already to get him a drink. She was not the same innocent girl that fell in love with him twenty-five years ago, any time Hatsumomo called Toga was never in a good mood afterwards. She listened as she came back with a low filled bottle of whiskey, his favorite, a low glass tumbler with a few rocks of ice, opening the door to her bedroom, she looked at her husband. Their life had not been the easiest, he had in effect given up everything to be with her, and though she did not like that she was only wife, and he still had a Mate, she loved him so, all the more for the man that he was. Sighing again she listened as the arguing grew stronger, louder, and angrier with far more growling then actual words at this point. She watched helplessly as the phone was slammed down and then thrown, lodging itself into their bedroom wall. Sadly not an extraordinarily rare event around the house, giving him a sad smile, she made her way over offering him the whiskey and noticing the time. Four AM was awfully late, or early to be making calls, and by the sounds of things it had not been too extraordinary of a reason to be waking people, she huffed a bit knowing no matter what she would always be second, second to his work, his loves, and even her son was not first. Giving him a sad smile she got back in bed and began to rub his shoulders. He sighed and leaned into her touch, yes no matter what fiddle she had to play in his life she was glad that she was in it, that he loved her, and always would.

“Rough call?” her soft voice asked.

“Hn.” he grunted with mote flavor. He was aggravated, from what Hatsumomo had told him she had felt the powers of the land leaving her, meaning that their son had taken a mate, he himself had been without them for twenty-five years having given up the title when he had taken Izayoi as a wife, he knew the feeling all too well. He was disturbed, the only female he was aware that his eldest was seeing was that poor excuse for a ‘chew toy,’ Kikyo. He seriously hoped his new daughter in law was not that bitch, the West would fall if it was, sighing dejectedly he remembered his wife had asked him something, turning his dark golden orbs to her she offered her a small fanged grin. He really did love Izayoi, in truth, she reminded him of Hatsumomo when they were young, before the world changed so, before the age of swords ended, before so many things. He marveled at how his Iza looked at life, she was fearless to the world and tamed a great beast that was himself, she could do so much, and yet she couldn’t stop the ravage of time. He had met her when she was merely seventeen, so young and innocent to all things of the world, men, life, everything, she had fallen for him so hard and pulled him right along with her, looking at her now as she sat her silk robe revealing the body of a thirty year old even though she herself was forty two, he sighed. Eventually time would catch up with her, and she would be gone from this world, and he would be left alone to some degree. He could not make a life bond on her, and so her life would end easily, he could do nothing about it. He looked at her sleepy worried eyes and leaned in to kiss her, such morbid thoughts were unwanted, and by sheer unconscious will to prove how alive they were, how youthful she was still, he began to kiss her, the opening grounds for his own dance of passion this night. He would deal with Sesshomaru, mates, and the aftershock there if this were true, in the morning, Toga only hoped that it was not that woman, Kikyo that was now part of his line, thinking about what kind of woman his eldest had matted his last coherent thoughts were ‘Why couldn’t he find a girl like Inuyasha‘, as he pulled his wife from her silken attire.