InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 69
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By: knife thrower 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.04.2012 | Updated On: 10.04.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 372 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.04.2012 | Updated On: 10.04.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 372 | Status: Work In Progress
If you are uncomfortable with explicit sex, this chapter may contain some things you may not like or feel comfortable picturing. If you are squeamish, please just skip this chapter.
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Sesshomaru cut his eyes at Kouga, who understood his silent command, though he didn‘t like it.
“Come on guys, the moon is coming out. It’s going to be a good night for hunting.” Ginta and Hakaku sprang to their feet, glad to be given an excuse to escape Sesshomaru’s overwhelming aura. “You too, Ship. Kagome, don’t worry about your kit, we’ll keep an eye on him. There’s plenty of game in the area, so don’t expect to see us before dawn.”
Kagome was embarrassed and nervous. Embarrassed because Kouga and the others knew what Sesshomaru wanted, and nervous because she knew what he wanted. Even in their young and innocent days, Inuyasha had been very aroused by her time of the month. Kouga was obviously drawn to her during her menses as well. He always seemed to make a point of visiting “his woman” every month like clockwork, resulting in vicious fights and jealous arguments between the wolf and the dog. So she had a pretty good idea what kind of effect her bleeding was having on her new mate. She turned away, looking into Jakotsu’s mirror as she removed the pins and ornaments from her hair. She watched Sesshomaru step up behind her. Reflected in the mirror, his eyes met hers, suddenly narrowing. He reached over her shoulder, running his fingers over the surface of the mirror. “Where did this come from?”
“Jak.”
Sesshomaru was accustomed to being the taciturn one. Kagome’s single-syllable response intrigued him. “Where is Jak?”
“Out with Ah-Uhn. Breaking in his new sword.”
“And the mirror?” He looked around the cave, noting the drift of brightly colored kimonos. He raised an eyebrow.
“I was afraid to ask.”
“Hnn…” He murmured, turning the mirror around so the reflective side faced the wall. There had been so little opportunity for them to be together since their mating, he wasn’t going to waste precious time worrying about what a mirror from the cloud palace was doing in his cave. His cave. Somewhere along the line Kagome’s presence, and strangely enough, Jak’s clutter, had changed the place from a temporary campsite to something very like a home. Even the smell of roasting meat had taken on domestic connotations. It meant his mate was being properly fed and cared for, something he had often worried about when she lived with his brother.
He pulled Kagome back against him, nuzzling her shiny, black hair. So soft, and silky, and clean. Kagome always smelled so fresh, her purity and love of bathing made it hard to believe that her scent was that of mortal flesh. But now, her clean scent was overlaid with the spicy, enticing scent of her heat. On an intellectual level, he knew that a human female’s monthly bleeding was not the same as the spring heat of a demoness, and was not an indicator of fertility. But he could not stop his body’s instinctive reaction to her condition, nor did he want to. “Kagome, you smell so good.” He placed his big hands over her small ones, lacing their fingers together, and resting them against her warm belly. It felt so right just to hold her. Part of him wanted to stay there with her cradled against his chest forever. Another part of him wanted to throw her to the floor of the cave, rip off her clothes, and rut with her over and over until sunrise. He pressed his lips against the slope of her shoulder, pushing the loose kimono down to expose more of her silky skin. He touched his tongue to her flesh. Mmmm… So soft, so sweet. “Kagome, lay with me.”
She turned to face him, looping her arms up around his neck. He was so big and tall and strong. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his scent. Even though she was human, she could smell his arousal. He touched her chin with one slender finger, tilting her face up so she was forced to look into his eyes.
She couldn’t look at him, knowing what he wanted to do with her, without blushing. It made him smile, just a little. He knew what was said about him. That when he smiled, it meant someone was going to die. Before Kagome, what reason had he ever had for happiness? He lowered Kagome down onto the fur cape. Moko moko slithered along with her, twining sensuously around her body. Staring into her eyes, Sesshomaru pulled his swords from his sash, laying them down carefully. He slowly unfastened his armor, and piled it neatly alongside his swords. Next came the ties on his haori.
She lay there, in the pile of soft fox fur, wrapped in moko-moko, and watched him remove his garments and lay them down neatly, almost ritualistically. The firelight played upon his defined muscles, the total perfection of his body, the silky straight sweep of his hair, the perfection of his features. Fearful symmetry. She felt hypnotized by his unearthly beauty.
Sesshomaru knelt between her legs, bracing his body above her. His hair draped around them like a curtain of opalescent white silk. Kagome reached up and touched it, winding a strand in between her fingers. He smiled down at her, and she used the strand to slowly pull his face down to hers, welcoming his lips in a tender kiss. She parted her lips for him, and allowed him to kiss her deeply. He took the time to kiss her thoroughly, lips softly rubbing against hers, tongue stroking the roof of her mouth. Kagome had never imagined that kissing could be like this, so deep and intimate and reciprocal. She welcomed his tongue with her own. Slowly withdrawing his tongue, he gently kissed her lips one more time. Easing back on his knees, Sesshomaru parted her kimono, revealing her bare, unbound breasts. They were the most lovely, vulnerable things he had ever seen. So round and soft and perfect, and beautifully, innocently pale, they seemed to be begging him to take them into his mouth. He kissed one little pink nipple gently and chastely, then moved his mouth to the second, which he kissed in the same manner. Kagome gasped as she felt her nipples harden into tight buds under the soft attention of his lips.
Looming over her, Sesshomaru began to nibble at one hardened nipple. The neglected one felt so lonely that Kagome could not help but cover it with her hand, pressing it tight. Distracted by the sight, Sesshomaru grasped the hand that she had used to cover her breast, and moved it to her side, holding it down forcibly as he bit down on the entire breast, taking the greater part of it into his mouth and sucking hard. Kagome gasped. The slight pain of being bitten, combined with the sensation of being restrained by his great strength, was exciting in a way she had never experienced before. She became acutely aware of how hot and hard he felt pressed against her. She was no longer reluctant to lay with him because of her bleeding, but rather looked forward to the roughness it seemed to be bringing out in him. She tugged at his hair with her free hand, rubbing her pelvis against him to show how eager she was to go all the way.
Releasing her breast from his mouth, Sesshomaru began to kiss his way down the centerline of her chest, toward her belly button. He had never been very close to Kagome when she was in season before, and it was affecting him more than he would ever have imagined. He knew he should draw back to avoid the danger of Kagome being ravaged by his beast, but the smell of her blood was going to his head, making him feel overheated and out of control. There was no way he could stop now. He ground his nose into the spot where her hip became her belly, knowing from before that it was very sensitive. When she moaned in response, he gave the area a long, slow lick. He was rewarded with a gasp and a shudder, and an increase in her scent. She began moaning steadily, tossing her head from side to side, and her hips were twitching desperately. He was feeling much the same, his rod hard as iron and aching to be buried inside her.
Sesshomaru let his fangs sink into his own lower lip, in an attempt to remain control. With shaking hands, he began to unwind the binding she had used to absorb the flow of blood from her womb. Finally, her private parts were exposed to his sight, bright pink and achingly tender. His heart thundering in his chest, he lowered his mouth to her clit, kissing it reverently. Kagome responded by pressing herself against him. He held her hips down with both hands, and began to lave her clit roughly with his tongue, causing her to cry out and try to squirm from his grasp. Releasing his hold on her for a moment, he gave her a sharp slap to the curve of her hip, then held her down again, and moved his attentions away from her clit, to the swollen lips below. Kagome sobbed as he ran his tongue down the length of her pink, swollen valley. Sesshomaru licked and sucked at the soft flesh between Kagome’s legs, delving his long, rough tongue as deep inside her as it would go, tasting and breathing in the scent of his mate. He was totally involved in tasting and smelling her flesh and menstrual blood, barely even registering the fact that Kagome’s fingernails were digging deep gouges into the flesh of his shoulders, as she twisted and moaned in desperation.
Feeling his cock throbbing against her leg, Kagome could not stand to wait any longer. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled with all her might, dragging him up her body. Jerked away from servicing her with his mouth and tongue, Sesshomaru felt the pain of having his hair practically ripped from his scalp, coupled with the indescribably exciting and frustrating sensation of having his cock dragged, one sun at a time, up the long smooth curve of her thigh. He grabbed her wrists and slammed them to the ground, stretching her arms out to the sides, forcing her to intertwine her fingers with his own. He centered himself over her, seeking out her hot, wet center with the head of his cock, and plunging as far as he could get inside her with one long, hard stroke.
Kagome shrieked as he filled her, still not quite used to his size and shocked by the suddenness of his invasion. Feeling that she had not taken in all of his length, she put all of her strength into pressing against the floor with the heels of her feet, grinding hard against him in an effort to take him all the way in.
Sesshomaru gasped, feeling her flesh give way as she drove herself upon him, his rock-hard length clenched in her tender and swollen sheath. With a groan, he withdrew just a bit, then worked his way back into her, as far as he cold go. He felt her fingers clasping his tight, and lowered his lips to caress her throat, venturing to one side in search of the mating mark he had placed there. As soon as his mouth made contact with the mark, Kagome shrieked out and thrashed beneath him, causing him both agony and overwhelming pleasure. She was just so tight. Suckling on the mark, which caused Kagome to continue to writhe beneath him, he tightened his hold on her hands and began to move cautiously within her, unwilling to let things come to a premature end.
Kagome seemed determined to thwart his efforts to hold back. Now that he was inside her, she discovered that she missed the action of his tongue on her clit. In her single-minded attempts to rub her aching clit against his hard pelvis, she was making it practically impossible for him to keep from coming inside her much sooner than he had planned. Sesshomaru abandoned the mating mark, and shifted to one side, lifting a leg over her hip and continuing to thrust as forcefully as he could without losing his load. Kagome immediately lost her mind, as the new position allowed her to rub her clit against his hipbone every time he thrust. With his mate distracted, Sess concentrated on the sensation of his aching cock as he buried it over and over in her sheath. It felt both hotter and softer than it had the other times he had taken her, and his head was still spinning with the scent of her menstrual blood. Several more strokes, and he knew he wasn’t gong to last much longer. When he resumed sucking on the mating mark on Kagome’s neck, she began crying out as if in pain, begging him to come. He obliged, gasping as he pumped into her, feeling like the hot stream of cum was never going to end. His poor little mate was a sobbing heap of jelly beneath him. Finally, he was done, soaked in sweat and shaking with exertion. He replaced the linen between her legs, cuddling her trembling body against him and stroking her back.
“Hmmm, Sess?” She asked weakly.
“What is it mate?”
“I’m so glad you came back. I missed you so much.”
“And I, you, mate.”
“Take me with you when you go.” Kagome was getting teary.
Sesshomaru slapped her hip with the flat of his hand. “Hush. Sleep. We will discuss this in the morning.”
‘Typical male.’ Kagome thought, but snuggled as close as she could, wrapped in his arms and moko-moko. It felt so good to be held against his strong chest. She fell asleep to the sound of his deep, even purring. &nb sp;
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Sesshomaru cut his eyes at Kouga, who understood his silent command, though he didn‘t like it.
“Come on guys, the moon is coming out. It’s going to be a good night for hunting.” Ginta and Hakaku sprang to their feet, glad to be given an excuse to escape Sesshomaru’s overwhelming aura. “You too, Ship. Kagome, don’t worry about your kit, we’ll keep an eye on him. There’s plenty of game in the area, so don’t expect to see us before dawn.”
Kagome was embarrassed and nervous. Embarrassed because Kouga and the others knew what Sesshomaru wanted, and nervous because she knew what he wanted. Even in their young and innocent days, Inuyasha had been very aroused by her time of the month. Kouga was obviously drawn to her during her menses as well. He always seemed to make a point of visiting “his woman” every month like clockwork, resulting in vicious fights and jealous arguments between the wolf and the dog. So she had a pretty good idea what kind of effect her bleeding was having on her new mate. She turned away, looking into Jakotsu’s mirror as she removed the pins and ornaments from her hair. She watched Sesshomaru step up behind her. Reflected in the mirror, his eyes met hers, suddenly narrowing. He reached over her shoulder, running his fingers over the surface of the mirror. “Where did this come from?”
“Jak.”
Sesshomaru was accustomed to being the taciturn one. Kagome’s single-syllable response intrigued him. “Where is Jak?”
“Out with Ah-Uhn. Breaking in his new sword.”
“And the mirror?” He looked around the cave, noting the drift of brightly colored kimonos. He raised an eyebrow.
“I was afraid to ask.”
“Hnn…” He murmured, turning the mirror around so the reflective side faced the wall. There had been so little opportunity for them to be together since their mating, he wasn’t going to waste precious time worrying about what a mirror from the cloud palace was doing in his cave. His cave. Somewhere along the line Kagome’s presence, and strangely enough, Jak’s clutter, had changed the place from a temporary campsite to something very like a home. Even the smell of roasting meat had taken on domestic connotations. It meant his mate was being properly fed and cared for, something he had often worried about when she lived with his brother.
He pulled Kagome back against him, nuzzling her shiny, black hair. So soft, and silky, and clean. Kagome always smelled so fresh, her purity and love of bathing made it hard to believe that her scent was that of mortal flesh. But now, her clean scent was overlaid with the spicy, enticing scent of her heat. On an intellectual level, he knew that a human female’s monthly bleeding was not the same as the spring heat of a demoness, and was not an indicator of fertility. But he could not stop his body’s instinctive reaction to her condition, nor did he want to. “Kagome, you smell so good.” He placed his big hands over her small ones, lacing their fingers together, and resting them against her warm belly. It felt so right just to hold her. Part of him wanted to stay there with her cradled against his chest forever. Another part of him wanted to throw her to the floor of the cave, rip off her clothes, and rut with her over and over until sunrise. He pressed his lips against the slope of her shoulder, pushing the loose kimono down to expose more of her silky skin. He touched his tongue to her flesh. Mmmm… So soft, so sweet. “Kagome, lay with me.”
She turned to face him, looping her arms up around his neck. He was so big and tall and strong. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his scent. Even though she was human, she could smell his arousal. He touched her chin with one slender finger, tilting her face up so she was forced to look into his eyes.
She couldn’t look at him, knowing what he wanted to do with her, without blushing. It made him smile, just a little. He knew what was said about him. That when he smiled, it meant someone was going to die. Before Kagome, what reason had he ever had for happiness? He lowered Kagome down onto the fur cape. Moko moko slithered along with her, twining sensuously around her body. Staring into her eyes, Sesshomaru pulled his swords from his sash, laying them down carefully. He slowly unfastened his armor, and piled it neatly alongside his swords. Next came the ties on his haori.
She lay there, in the pile of soft fox fur, wrapped in moko-moko, and watched him remove his garments and lay them down neatly, almost ritualistically. The firelight played upon his defined muscles, the total perfection of his body, the silky straight sweep of his hair, the perfection of his features. Fearful symmetry. She felt hypnotized by his unearthly beauty.
Sesshomaru knelt between her legs, bracing his body above her. His hair draped around them like a curtain of opalescent white silk. Kagome reached up and touched it, winding a strand in between her fingers. He smiled down at her, and she used the strand to slowly pull his face down to hers, welcoming his lips in a tender kiss. She parted her lips for him, and allowed him to kiss her deeply. He took the time to kiss her thoroughly, lips softly rubbing against hers, tongue stroking the roof of her mouth. Kagome had never imagined that kissing could be like this, so deep and intimate and reciprocal. She welcomed his tongue with her own. Slowly withdrawing his tongue, he gently kissed her lips one more time. Easing back on his knees, Sesshomaru parted her kimono, revealing her bare, unbound breasts. They were the most lovely, vulnerable things he had ever seen. So round and soft and perfect, and beautifully, innocently pale, they seemed to be begging him to take them into his mouth. He kissed one little pink nipple gently and chastely, then moved his mouth to the second, which he kissed in the same manner. Kagome gasped as she felt her nipples harden into tight buds under the soft attention of his lips.
Looming over her, Sesshomaru began to nibble at one hardened nipple. The neglected one felt so lonely that Kagome could not help but cover it with her hand, pressing it tight. Distracted by the sight, Sesshomaru grasped the hand that she had used to cover her breast, and moved it to her side, holding it down forcibly as he bit down on the entire breast, taking the greater part of it into his mouth and sucking hard. Kagome gasped. The slight pain of being bitten, combined with the sensation of being restrained by his great strength, was exciting in a way she had never experienced before. She became acutely aware of how hot and hard he felt pressed against her. She was no longer reluctant to lay with him because of her bleeding, but rather looked forward to the roughness it seemed to be bringing out in him. She tugged at his hair with her free hand, rubbing her pelvis against him to show how eager she was to go all the way.
Releasing her breast from his mouth, Sesshomaru began to kiss his way down the centerline of her chest, toward her belly button. He had never been very close to Kagome when she was in season before, and it was affecting him more than he would ever have imagined. He knew he should draw back to avoid the danger of Kagome being ravaged by his beast, but the smell of her blood was going to his head, making him feel overheated and out of control. There was no way he could stop now. He ground his nose into the spot where her hip became her belly, knowing from before that it was very sensitive. When she moaned in response, he gave the area a long, slow lick. He was rewarded with a gasp and a shudder, and an increase in her scent. She began moaning steadily, tossing her head from side to side, and her hips were twitching desperately. He was feeling much the same, his rod hard as iron and aching to be buried inside her.
Sesshomaru let his fangs sink into his own lower lip, in an attempt to remain control. With shaking hands, he began to unwind the binding she had used to absorb the flow of blood from her womb. Finally, her private parts were exposed to his sight, bright pink and achingly tender. His heart thundering in his chest, he lowered his mouth to her clit, kissing it reverently. Kagome responded by pressing herself against him. He held her hips down with both hands, and began to lave her clit roughly with his tongue, causing her to cry out and try to squirm from his grasp. Releasing his hold on her for a moment, he gave her a sharp slap to the curve of her hip, then held her down again, and moved his attentions away from her clit, to the swollen lips below. Kagome sobbed as he ran his tongue down the length of her pink, swollen valley. Sesshomaru licked and sucked at the soft flesh between Kagome’s legs, delving his long, rough tongue as deep inside her as it would go, tasting and breathing in the scent of his mate. He was totally involved in tasting and smelling her flesh and menstrual blood, barely even registering the fact that Kagome’s fingernails were digging deep gouges into the flesh of his shoulders, as she twisted and moaned in desperation.
Feeling his cock throbbing against her leg, Kagome could not stand to wait any longer. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled with all her might, dragging him up her body. Jerked away from servicing her with his mouth and tongue, Sesshomaru felt the pain of having his hair practically ripped from his scalp, coupled with the indescribably exciting and frustrating sensation of having his cock dragged, one sun at a time, up the long smooth curve of her thigh. He grabbed her wrists and slammed them to the ground, stretching her arms out to the sides, forcing her to intertwine her fingers with his own. He centered himself over her, seeking out her hot, wet center with the head of his cock, and plunging as far as he could get inside her with one long, hard stroke.
Kagome shrieked as he filled her, still not quite used to his size and shocked by the suddenness of his invasion. Feeling that she had not taken in all of his length, she put all of her strength into pressing against the floor with the heels of her feet, grinding hard against him in an effort to take him all the way in.
Sesshomaru gasped, feeling her flesh give way as she drove herself upon him, his rock-hard length clenched in her tender and swollen sheath. With a groan, he withdrew just a bit, then worked his way back into her, as far as he cold go. He felt her fingers clasping his tight, and lowered his lips to caress her throat, venturing to one side in search of the mating mark he had placed there. As soon as his mouth made contact with the mark, Kagome shrieked out and thrashed beneath him, causing him both agony and overwhelming pleasure. She was just so tight. Suckling on the mark, which caused Kagome to continue to writhe beneath him, he tightened his hold on her hands and began to move cautiously within her, unwilling to let things come to a premature end.
Kagome seemed determined to thwart his efforts to hold back. Now that he was inside her, she discovered that she missed the action of his tongue on her clit. In her single-minded attempts to rub her aching clit against his hard pelvis, she was making it practically impossible for him to keep from coming inside her much sooner than he had planned. Sesshomaru abandoned the mating mark, and shifted to one side, lifting a leg over her hip and continuing to thrust as forcefully as he could without losing his load. Kagome immediately lost her mind, as the new position allowed her to rub her clit against his hipbone every time he thrust. With his mate distracted, Sess concentrated on the sensation of his aching cock as he buried it over and over in her sheath. It felt both hotter and softer than it had the other times he had taken her, and his head was still spinning with the scent of her menstrual blood. Several more strokes, and he knew he wasn’t gong to last much longer. When he resumed sucking on the mating mark on Kagome’s neck, she began crying out as if in pain, begging him to come. He obliged, gasping as he pumped into her, feeling like the hot stream of cum was never going to end. His poor little mate was a sobbing heap of jelly beneath him. Finally, he was done, soaked in sweat and shaking with exertion. He replaced the linen between her legs, cuddling her trembling body against him and stroking her back.
“Hmmm, Sess?” She asked weakly.
“What is it mate?”
“I’m so glad you came back. I missed you so much.”
“And I, you, mate.”
“Take me with you when you go.” Kagome was getting teary.
Sesshomaru slapped her hip with the flat of his hand. “Hush. Sleep. We will discuss this in the morning.”
‘Typical male.’ Kagome thought, but snuggled as close as she could, wrapped in his arms and moko-moko. It felt so good to be held against his strong chest. She fell asleep to the sound of his deep, even purring. &nb sp;
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