InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ever After ❯ Chapter 7

Author Notes: Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I and my sis greatly appreciate them.

Chapter 7

To say that Jaken was disappointed was an understatement. Here he had thought of all the possible ways Sesshoumaru could get rid of the human brat and here he was being carried into the daiyoukai’s own bedroom, in his own arms.

“Damn! Why would lord Sesshomaru dirty his hands with such filth...” he grumbled under his breath, as he stood outside the door leaning against it. His lord hadn’t even allowed him entry. Him, the most loyal, devoted servant in the world. “It’s not fair. He should have… Ack!”

Suddenly the door behind him opened, sending him crashing into the room. Looking up, he gulped as Sesshomaru’s cold eyes stared down at him. “Uh..Uh.. M-my lord, I –I … I was just…”

“Jaken, where is Rin?” Sesshomaru inquired, ignoring the nervous stuttering.

“My lord, Rin is in her room.” He informed, scrambling to get on his feet.

“All right, go and get Shizuka from her chambers. Tell her I shall be in need of her medical assistance.”

“My lord, are you…” Jaken began, but just then a muffled scream sounded from the lord’s bedroom, turning both their attention to it.

“Hurry…” Sesshomaru snapped, before closing the door on his face.

Jaken quickly hurried his steps cursing Miroku’s seven generations to hell, as he made his way to the thunder demoness’ chambers. His lord was going crazy for some reason, he was sure of that.

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Sesshomaru rushed into his bedroom, only to be greeted by a rather awkward sight. Miroku had buried his head under a pillow while his rump was high in air, crying out in obvious agony as his body underwent the changes with the new moon.

If not for the seriousness of the situation, Sesshomaru would have allowed himself to he amused at the cost of the monk. But this was no time for enjoying or leering at the sight before him; Miroku needed assistance, for the youkai blood now running in his vein, was beginning to take over his being, transforming him into a demon, which was proving to be quite painful for the human. This change, Sesshomaru had read, was extremely rare and was only possible, should the human and demon who had formed a bond were extremely powerful, of which he had no doubt. Here, the person would loose his human form for a night, much like a hanyou turning human, taking the form the demon he was bonded to. However no further information was found on it, for it had occurred only once, many eons ago and no records were kept of it except that it was a possible phenomenon. Even Inuyasha’s mother never underwent such changes; therefore, he had no clue what would the result would be.

“Please, stop please,” pleaded a panting Miroku, tears rolling off his tightly shut eyes, before another immense wave shot through his body. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed helplessly into the pillow, his finger digging into the one covering his head, causing a slight tear in the process, as his body arched painfully before falling limply on the bed.

Sesshomaru took a tentative sniff, as his ears flicked to listen to the indistinct sounds emanating from the bed.

“Hnn.”

He could tell by the distinct scent and the almost inaudible growls, exuded with each breath off of the boy, that the transformation was complete. Therefore, curious of the result, he advanced towards him trying to pull the pillow off the newly clawed fingers. However he didn’t quite achieve it, as a growl echoed through the room and the next moment he found himself lying on his back, on the soft cover with a inu hanyou straddling his hips and a pair of red eyes staring down at him.

Miroku closely resembled Inuyasha in his features, yet had his unique differences. The ivory mane which reached down to his waist, were highlighted by thick strands of ebony and black puppy ears with a few spots of white, sat atop his head. The way his eyes glowed with a crimson hue, ragged purple streaks marking his cheeks and large fangs peeking out of his soft red lips, confirmed that he had lost all controls of his coherent and conscious mind and was acting purely on instincts. However, Sesshomaru noticed that there was something different about the boy. He hadn’t gone on a killing frenzy like Inuyasha when he lost control to his youkai, but was quite content with sitting atop Sesshomaru; gazing intently at his features as if trying to determine something. Sesshomaru was a bit surprised by the strange behaviour.

“Release me monk,” he ordered, trying to get the boy off his body.

Soft puppy ears, twitched atop Miroku’s head, his brows wrinkling in confusion as a soft whine fell off his lips. He didn’t want to move, it was comfy and he loved the scent of the person beneath him. Didn’t he like him? He could remedy that.

A fierce warning growl reverberated through his chest, as Sesshomaru felt his arms caught in a tight grip and lifted over his head, while a hand stroked his cheeks softly. A nose buried itself into his neck sniffing lightly, as the body above him began to grind into his. This set the western lord on his nerves.

“Get off me boy!” He roared, struggling with renewed strength. “You’ve surely lost your mind and I do not intend to indulge in your foolish wishes.” However, he soon discovered that he was quite incapable of fighting, as a certain peculiar yet very pleasant scent hit his nose, leaving him dazed. Loosing himself momentarily, the western lord closed his eyes revelling in its unique aroma before they snapped open in realisation, a rather obscene word falling off his lips.

“Shit!”

He had recognised the scent perfectly. It was a scent of first heat, the one used to lure a potential coupling partner and to intoxicate them with its unique aroma, to make them more compliant to…. mate with. Sesshomaru knew he was in deep trouble. His body had began to react to the scent, his muscle going slack against his will and his youkai wanting nothing more than to relax and enjoy himself. He had gone too long without taking a mate or to sate his sexual urges, and this formed his bane.

A lovely smile spread across Miroku’s lips, as felt the youkai beneath him relax. Yes, he would please his mate, he would love him and care for him. But there was bond to be taken care off first, wasn’t there? A pleased whine sounded through his lips, as he moved up to lick the shell of the inuyoukai ears, his tongue tracing the contours gently before it dipped in to lathe the hollow, tugging on the lobes occasionally.

“Hah…” came a breathy whisper.

A shudder ran down the daiyoukai’s spine, as he felt himself arch into the form above him, seeking more contact. Any rational thought he had, was lost under the affect of the heat scent and the jolts of liquid pleasure that travelled down his veins, making it’s way to the one part anatomy of his body. The only thing that mattered now was to quell the urge to mate, to give himself completely. Clawed fingers ran up and down the monk’s kimono covered body, before pulling the form above him closer, bringing the growing erections together.

“Uhhh…”

Miroku groaned in appreciation at the action, as he proceeded to nibble and kiss on the prone flesh on the youkai’s neck. A slight frown crossed his face, as he met with the vile obstruction of Sesshomaru’s kimono.

Another growl emanated from the form above him before Sesshomaru felt his kimono and the one underneath it being ripped off his body; leaving him bare except for his loincloth, which was soon done away with in the same way.

Miroku worked quickly, tearing off his own garments, his lust filled mind wanted nothing but to feel the contact of his skin against the others. Happy to do away with the cumbersome clothing, he lowered himself on his possible mate, delighting at the feel of the softness of his skin.

Eyes flared red, as Sesshomaru purred softly pleased with the hanyou’s actions. He spread his legs, allowing Miroku to be nestled between his thighs, groaning when the action brought their naked, dripping erections together, yet again.

“Umm…”

Miroku mewled at the pleasure, grinding into the inuyoukai, as his lips sought out the inu youkai’s, engaging in an eternal battle of dominance, which he intended to win.

Sesshomaru fought vehemently against the tongue that invaded his mouth. To give in would be to surrender completely and he was definitely against loosing.

Miroku smirked inwardly, guessing the inu’s intent and spiked his scent even more, his hands caressing ihe inu’s sides, feeling the muscles ripple under his finger.

“Uhn…”

Sesshomaru was left helpless yet again. He felt himself loosing the battle, letting the wet appendage explore and discover the hidden corners of his mouth. However his youkai, for some reason, was not all displeased of loosing, in fact it was happy to lie back and let the other take charge. Sesshomaru didn’t like that but didn’t complain, as he moved his hands on the muscled back of the monk, squeezing and caressing the taught muscles.

Hips ground against one another more frantically, muffled groans of sheer ecstasy were exchanged in the heated atmosphere before Miroku reluctantly seized his invasion to trail down wet kiss along the path of his jaws, sucking lightly on them. No matter how much his youkai urged him to take the one beneath him hard and fast, Miroku wasn’t keen on hurting his mate, all will come in due time. Journeying further down, he licked and sucked on the throat, before moving to the slight indentation between the muscled pectoral, letting his tongue travel up and down, listening to the sudden gasp followed by a pleasurable moan from his partner.

“Ah!…umm”

Breath caught in Sesshomaru’s throat, moans falling freely of his lips to encourage his partner, as lips enclosed on a pink nub, teasing it with a rough tongue before sucking on it hard. He bucked, the molten currents running rampant through his body, fingers tangling in the ebony-highlighted mane, to pull the head closer to his body, crying out as it left his hard nub to attack the other.

Miroku preened at succeeding to please his mate, as he travelled lower and lower, licking and sucking; leaving reddish marks on the pale flesh.

The daiyoukai thrashed violently under his mate, feeling the wet appendage tracing the edge of his navel before dipping in and of out, swirling and sucking with renewed ardour. However, he wasn’t satisfied with what he was receiving, he wanted more.

Red eyes observed the reactions that played on his inu’s face, and decided it was time to move for the gold. Travelling lower, to the hard, dripping shaft, he clutched at the base, mindful of his claws and gave a tentative lick at the thick nerve on the base.

A growl escaped his parted lips, as the inuyoukai shuddered, arching yet again in the delicious mouth, his hands tightening on the Miroku’s hair. Yes, he needed it, he yearned for it.

Miroku concluded that he liked the taste of his mate and proceeded to acquire more. Flicking his tongue around the head, he licked teasingly at the slit.

Hands fell off the mane, clutching the white sheets, as hips bucked in desperation, to feel more of the delightful sensations. Sesshomaru was lost in an abyss of blinding lust, ensnared by the lingering touches and warmth of togetherness, reduced to a mush, as the hanyou continued his journey of possession.

Miroku swallowed more of the length, caressing the sensitive skin of the head with his muscles. His tongue swirled around the hardened flesh, tasting and pleasuring, as he carefully played with the bulges beneath. He then travelled a bit further, letting his tongue lick the swollen sacs, before sucking on them gently.

Sesshomaru writhed in pleasure, as Miroku bobbed his head up and down, taking him higher and higher, with each lick and stroke. Shivers of delightful ecstasy ran down his spine and he suddenly buckled, as Miroku’s tongue slid off his member, to pay homage to the twin sacks beneath before it found the tight ring of his guarded entrance. Legs tried to close instinctively, not ready to give him entrance yet but a growl silenced him.

Legs were pulled further apart, moving them over the monk’s shoulders, as Miroku continued to tease and probe against the tiny pucker, to ready him from the coming intrusion.

Sesshomaru was more than apprehensive about the matter and was about to protest, when he felt something push past his entrance and his shaft being engulfed by the wet heat.

“Ahh…”

A keening sound met his ears, as Miroku added a second finger, driving in and out of the tight hole; watching and delighting at the moans and mewls that were gratefully uttered. Soon a third was added and Sesshomaru cried out, feeling the monk hit a spot inside his body, sending swarms of molten flames through his veins. Wanting to acquire more of the exotic touch, Sesshomaru thrust himself, moving on the triple digits with ease.

Miroku could sense the rise in his mate’s arousal, as the air around them became thick with lust. Crimson orbs blazed with yearning, and he withdrew his fingers ignoring the growl of displeasure arising from the daiyoukai. He sat up on his knees and using his demonic strength flipped the inuyoukai before pulling him back to hands and knees. Lips lowered on the soft skin, stretching over the lord’s shoulders, sucking and kissing as he placed his awakened and dripping shaft near the tiny hole.

Sesshomaru tensed in impending anticipation as Miroku began to push past the barriers, gaining entry in the forbidden corridors of his body. A hand snaked around his waist to grasp his unsated erection, stroking and massaging while the Miroku used all his will to slowly enter him, never going beyond that which would cause the inuyoukai unwanted pain.

Soon fully sheathed within the daiyoukai, Miroku pulled him onto his lap. Gathering the inu’s silver mane in his hands, he let them fall in front of his chest and leaned forward to attack the back on his neck, licking and grazing his teeth ever so softly, to stimulate the sensitive area.

The twin ministration sent shudders down lord’s body, making him moan out his partner’s name, reducing the sharp sting of penetration to a dull throb and consciousness of fulfilment. A slight thrust downwards indicated that he was ready and eager for more and Miroku complied with a mewl and a pleased lick on his neck. He returned the youkai on his hands and knees again as he began a slow movement in and out of his mate.


“Ungh….”

Sesshoumaru cried out, as he felt his hips clutched in clawed fingers the hanyou’s length working inside and out his passage in lengthy motions, pleasuring him.

Bodies moved against one another in carnal lust as breathy whispers of urgency were uttered. Miroku complied to the wishes of his mate, plundering the tight hole with demonic speed, growling and grunting as the sensitised flesh of his shaft was gripped by the wet, hot muscles of his mate’s inner passage.

A keening sound emanated from the depth of Sesshomaru’s throat, as he moved along with Miroku, his white hair falling around him like a snowy curtain, concealing his pleasure filled features from the outside world. The forceful thrusts coupled with the constant stroking of his hard erection, took him closer and closer to his pinnacle, rendering his body into a blazing inferno.

Sweat gleamed on the flushed bodies, as movements became frenzied, each striving to achieve the peak of ecstasy. Sesshomaru was the first to reach his climax. With a ferocious growl he exploded in the monk’s hand, coating it with thick whitish liquid. Miroku cried out with the daiyoukai’s release, attempting a few more powerful thrusts, before he toppled over the precipice, pulling the limp youkai onto his lap yet again, as he sunk his fangs into the junction of his neck and shoulder, while coating his mate’s insides with his seed.

Pulling out of the youkai, Miroku and Sesshomaru collapsed beside one another in boneless heap, chests heaving as they rode the after effects of their orgasms. Neither cared about the stunned white faced of the toad servant and a thunder demoness, standing wide eyes at the door, as they succumbed to the call of peaceful slumber; with Miroku pulling Sesshomaru into his arms.

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Author notes: Finally they mated, but not the way you thought it would be, now was it? Hehehe, I like having unexpected twists in my stories and remember, since the bond is not complete; Miroku still can’t hear Sesshy’s thoughts. Anyway, the next chapter will still be surprising and oh yeah, the demon lord’s daughter arrives the next day…. *snickers*.