InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fetch ❯ Divide and Conquer ( Chapter 16 )

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

Disclaimer: No own, no lawsuits. Ugh. There - that should be simple enough for the lawyers to understand.

A/N: Mating chapter! Lemon Alert, Lemon Alert... children should not read. I do not want to be responsible for scaring the next generation. Or scarring them, as the case may be.

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Sesshoumaru sighed, somewhat irritated. The next few hours were going to crawl, and he knew it. It was still, after all, only late afternoon, and as much as he just wanted to throw his miko over his shoulder and haul her off, he knew that wouldn't go over too well.

At the very least, he would have to feed her, since he had no intentions of letting her out of their bed until tomorrow... or the next day. Or... ever - too bad that was not possible. She would very definitely need the energy from the food - in fact, it would probably be a good idea to have some foods brought to their rooms beforehand in case she got hungry during the night. With the things he planned on doing to her, it was most likely that she would indeed need extra food.

Fruits... and maybe some smoked meats. Yes. He would have them on covered platters next to their bed - that way she wouldn't need to leave its confines for any reason.

Their bed. Finally. He'd been waiting for months, but it seemed like years, in truth. It was amazing to him, when he bothered to even think about it anymore, that he felt so much - and for a ningen female, no less. But, while it was sometimes unnerving, it no longer bothered him in any way. He'd admitted his weakness to her so long ago that he'd had a long time to get used to the knowledge, and indeed, no longer even thought of it as a weakness.

She could never be a weakness.

He looked at the pile of scrolls on his desk, and sighed again, his irritation increasing. He'd only come in here because there wasn't much else to do - his onna was bathing, trying to relax after the hectic day they'd had, and then there would be dinner to get through. He'd figured he'd spend a bit of the endless seeming hours 'til he could get his hands on his miko clearing a few of the most important issues. That way, there'd be less for him to bother with, later.

Tossing the scroll still in his hand down in disgust, he glared at his desk for a moment, then stood and headed for the door. He'd managed to waste a bit of time, so he figured now was a good time to head to his own bath - after all, he had no intentions of going to his mating bed without cleansing the dust of that filthy hanyou's death from his body.

There will be no scents on my body or hers save our own - and the scent of our mating.

That thought had his beast purring, and he hurried to the baths.

It was almost time for him to have her.

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In another part of his shiro, Kagome was taking her own bath, and trying desperately to think of anything besides the reason she was here, taking said bath. She was so nervous she could almost throw up.

Mating nerves were nothing to sneeze at, she'd decided.

Nothing in all the years here in this time had prepared her for this, and she didn't know if she ever would be ready.

The truth was, as nervous as she was feeling, it didn't detract from the desire she felt for her male. He'd spent weeks now hyping her up, tormenting her body and soul with his touch and his presence, and now, she was ready to jump his bones - while dying of nerves. Interesting conundrum, really, if she were on the outside looking in, she'd be laughing at herself.

Another thing that had her nerves shot, was the consequences of sex... i.e. children. Would he get her pregnant immediately? She wasn't sure she was ready for that - hell, she wasn't sure she was ready for sex. Her body was, of course, but her mind was still screaming like a timid little virgin. She made a mental note to ask him about the whole knocked up thing - hopefully, he'd take pity on her and give her a bit of time before he demanded an heir from her.

Ducking under the water, she ran her hands through her hair, rinsing the conditioner from it, and combed it back with her fingers as she surfaced, taking in the scent of sandalwood as she did so. She smiled. That was her favorite scent, and all her cleansing products were lightly scented with it - she had them specially made because it wasn't a common scent.

And it was one that drove Sesshoumaru crazy.

At that reminder, she smiled, a smug, feminine smile. That particular smell drove her youkai lover absolutely nuts - and it was a power over him she'd never expected to have.

Shaking those thoughts from her head, she climbed from the spring, and wrapping herself in a huge, fluffy towel that somewhat reminded her of mokomoko, she grabbed her things and hurried across the bathing area and through the door into the room she'd been shown to on their arrival. It seemed that some of the bedchambers here in the shiro had their own hotsprings.

Convenient, that, she thought in passing.

Carefully drying her hair as best she could with her towel, she proceeded to dress. Working quickly, since she knew Sesshoumaru would not tolerate her being late to dinner - or the activities he had planned for afterwards, she blushed again - she twisted her hair into a simple updo, leaving a few damp tendrils to curl around her face, slipped her feet into comfortable indoor slippers that matched her kimono, then stepped out her door into the hall, where she knew she'd find a servant waiting to escort her to the dining hall...

And into her future. As Sesshoumaru's mate.

Yikes!

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Oh gods, I'm so nervous. What if he changes his mind at the last minute? I'm just a simple ningen - what if I do something stupid that reminds him of that fact and angers him, and he decides to send me away?

She groaned inwardly at her thoughts. This is ridiculous...

"Indeed, mate, your fears and worries are ridiculous. This Sesshoumaru is not likely to 'change his mind'."

Kagome's eyes widened in shock as she whipped around, only to confront a... very... Oh, wow, she thought vaguely, as her mind began to shut down. He'd always looked awe inspiring in his normal attire, but now...

'Oh, wow', was as far as she could get.

Sesshoumaru chuckled at the suddenly dazed look that crossed her face, and she melted even further at the sound, watching him dismiss the servant with alacrity.

The less people around, the better she liked it - her nervous jitters were disappearing fast as her mind dissolved in a warm haze of desire, and all of a sudden, dinner couldn't be over soon enough.

He wasn't wearing his armor, or his swords, and his usual white haori with the sakura blossoms encased in red hexagons was missing. This haori was dark, an almost midnight blue, with the sakura blossom pattern in reverse colors, and with his silver and gold coloring, the darker colors suited him right down to the ground.

Do we really have to wait for dinner? she wondered.

Sesshoumaru grinned inwardly as he picked up on her thoughts - being this close to her and as much as he'd already tied their souls together, her thoughts were fairly clear, and with the direction those thoughts were taking, he decided they'd best get inside and eat - before he ended up taking her right there in the hall.

Almost dragging her inside in his haste, they moved with restrained speed to their places, and sat, waiting impatiently for the servants to begin setting out the meal.

There wasn't much conversation during, neither one thinking all that coherently about anything that could really be spoken of in front of others. They both ate quickly, though neatly, and both took in a bit more than they otherwise would have - it seemed even Kagome's rather innocent mind was aware that she was going to need all the energy she could get.

Sesshoumaru had already ordered the extra platters of food to be delivered to their chambers, and with their stomachs sated, it was finally time to sate... other appetites. With nary a word between them, they both stood at the same time, and taking Kagome's arm in his, he hurried them from the room, leading her towards the chambers they would now share - chambers she had yet to see.

If he had his way, she wouldn't be seeing anything of them save the bed, either. Not for at least a week. For what he had planned, after all, only the bed was really necessary... well, that, and - maybe a wall... or two.

Oh, and possibly the hot spring attached to their chambers... they could prove useful as well.

And my private gardens...

Who am I fooling? I could find a use for just about every surface in the entire shiro, although I don't think my miko would appreciate the audience we would most certainly acquire were I to do so...

Reaching the heavy doors leading into his quarters, he flung them open and led her inside, then turned and closed them. There was a sound of finality in that, as he shut out the outside world. No rice paper sliding doors for his chambers, no, for that, he had huge, heavy wooden doors that locked, and he made sure he did so after confirming that the servants had, indeed, left the food. After they were shut and bolted, he threw up a nice barrier - no sound or scent would escape these rooms 'til he took it down.

After all, his little miko's scent was intoxicating enough under normal circumstances - let alone when she was aroused. He was not about to let any other males catch that scent.

His eyes bled red a bit as he turned slowly, then, to face her, and a feral grin crossed his face, tilting his lips and giving him a decidedly wicked expression that wasn't lost on the female in his sights.

Kagome swallowed hard as Sesshoumaru turned to face her. The look on his face...

Oh, gods... that look is the same one he got when I was playing Master and Servant with him.

I think I'm in trouble...

"Trouble isn't, perhaps, the best description, miko," he purred as he glided towards her, that wicked smile still flickering on his lips. "A better word would be... conquered, as that is what you are about to be." She backed away as he stalked closer to her, until she was pressed against the nearest wall, and he pushed himself close to her once she could not escape.

Lifting a hand to her languidly, he ran the tip of one elegantly clawed finger over her full lower lip. Huskily, he finished, "Yes... conquered is a good word."

Slowly, softly, he let that finger drift down her chin, to her neck, and down, across her chest, and abdomen, until he came to the tops of her thighs... and then he suddenly splayed his hand possessively over her sex, cupping her.

"I will divide these thighs, woman, and conquer you - taking everything you have to give... just as you have conquered me. After all," he smirked into her wide, dazed eyes, "it is only fair that we both win this war, is it not?"

She nodded slowly, caught in his red-hued gaze, trapped like an insect in amber, and shivered as his words inflamed her, washing across her nerves and filling her with hunger.

She was enthralled, completely and utterly, and unable to speak - the tension was too much for her - it was a new thing, sexual tension like this. Even during their other forays, when he'd used words and touches to trap her in a heated state of desire, it hadn't been quite like this, because there had always been that knowledge that there were boundaries in place; that those instances would only go so far, and no further.

This time, there was no such safety net.

This time, there was nothing stopping him from taking her fully, and they both knew it - which only heightened the desire she felt past what she'd even known was possible. Every single part of her body was on fire - and he'd barely touched her yet. Most of this reaction was just from his words, and his voice.

That was another thing.

His voice.

He could turn her on just by speaking in that slightly drop-toned, throaty, velvet voice that he seemed to get when he began to feel the effects of desire - it sent a wave of heat through her that culminated in her core - leaving her damp and flushed and swollen in her secret places... and, of course, he was well aware of that fact.

Wow... he's every bit my weakness. I will never be able to deny him anything...

While all those thoughts had been running through her mind, Sesshoumaru hadn't been idle, moving his hand from its place between her thighs, he had quickly decided that the time for clothes was past, and begun to undo her obi, flinging it across the room and then quickly stripping the several-layered kimono off as well... leaving her in only her modern undergarments - which soon went the way of the rest of her clothes.

Not to be outdone, Kagome slid her hands into his haori, pulling it apart along with the undershirt 'til she couldn't get it any further, and huffing impatiently, much to his amusement, she tore at his obi until she managed to get it off, and tossed it away. Before she could get his shirts off, however, he stepped back, and shrugging his shoulders, let them fall to the floor.

Kagome inhaled sharply, eyes glazing as she stared at the male before her. Sure, she'd seen him like this before, but it was just different this time, and she tentatively reached out and touched him, just barely, with the tip of one tiny finger.

He inhaled sharply as that finger traced his markings - they were very sensitive, and he could feel the blood rushing south, it felt like it was burning a path straight to his cock. With a hiss, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into him again, lifting her, he carried her swiftly to the bed, and almost tossed her down on it in his eagerness, ripping his hakama off, he followed her down immediately.

She landed on the bed hard enough to knock the breath from her, but in her impassioned state, she didn't even really feel it, it merely had the effect of sending her heat even higher, and with a moan, she reached for him, once again running her hands over everything she could reach.

Apparently, her touch was all he needed, because he bit back an oath, then a strangled groan, and swooped down on her, demanding her submission to his kiss as he pushed his way in and once again, tasted every part of her mouth, before breaking away and kissing and nipping his way back to her neck.

There was just something about her delicate flesh there, it called to him, and he couldn't stop the desire to leave marks there, so he didn't even try, sucking her flesh into his mouth, he bit down just enough to bruise, and she inhaled on a shriek. He grinned against her neck at that - it seemed as though his little miko liked a tiny bit of pain with her pleasure... and he could accommodate that just fine.

With a final nip at her neck, he decided it was time to move on, and reacting rather strongly to the feel of her hands on his back, he slithered down a bit, taking in the sight of her unbound breasts - and his eyes gained a darker red tint as he stared at them.

"So beautiful," he almost whispered, his voice so deep it barely registered to human hearing. "You think yourself plain, and unworthy... but you are not - oh, you are not, little miko. And you are mine," he rasped, eyeing her flushed features and rosy-nippled breasts, before he bent and sucked a sweet nipple into his mouth.

Kagome arched, hard, eyes widening, and she moaned, long and low, before her eyes slid shut, and she grabbed the flesh of his back, hard, leaving half-moon shaped notches in his skin. He growled at that - it felt so good. She was so responsive to his touch, virgin or not, she was a vixen - and if she was this way now, with no experience...!

"Ohh, oh... Sesshoumaru! Please..." she whimpered, arching again as he switched from one breast to the other, torturing it as much as he had the other.

"Please, what, mate? What is it that you want from this Sesshoumaru?" he asked huskily.

"I... I don't - I don't know!" she cried out, writhing in sweet torment.

He chuckled at her. "You do not know, little miko, but I do," he said suggestively, a spark lighting his now crimson gaze. "I know what your body craves, and I will give it to you, do not fear."

She swept her hands down his back, suddenly clenching his ass as she felt his tongue dip into her belly button, then move further down, and she let him grab her arms with no fight as he grasped her wrists in one hand, pulling them above her head.

"Do not move them, mate," he rumbled warningly.

She whimpered again, and then all thought left her mind as she felt him lick his way along her private flesh - coming up hard off the bed, she screamed, it was too much, and she sobbed out at him, almost desperate for release... any release.

Sesshoumaru smirked as she reacted - she was so passionate - it was more than he could have ever hoped for, and he was beginning to understand what his father had seen in Izayoi. Had she been as passionate, as responsive to his father, as his little miko was to him?

He thrust those thoughts away for later... now it was all about his miko, his ningen, and as he lapped at her sweet flesh, he could feel the burgeoning tension in her body preparing to snap... and suddenly, with a single flick of his clawed finger against her highly sensitive flesh, she came, inhaling so hard she almost took in too much air, and as she came back down, she almost lost consciousness.

At the moment of her peak, Sesshoumaru moved up her body faster than a viper's strike, and thrust into her tightness, breaching her barrier while she was still cresting the wave of pleasure - the sting of the pain sending her right back up and over, again, and she came, this time so hard she couldn't even make a sound, and he almost passed out himself from the clenching of her newly breached passage.

"Gods! Kagome... so tight, so good!"

Kagome slumped beneath him, desperately trying to catch her breath as he pulled back and began to move, setting a heavy, deep rhythm that soon had her seeing stars - if this was what being with Sesshoumaru was like, pleasure and possession like this, she knew she would be on her knees before the kami every day in gratitude. She had to be the luckiest female, youkai or ningen, that had ever existed.

She finally pulled her hands down from above her where he'd placed them and grabbed at his ass again, trying desperately to hold him hard within her. Crying, still sobbing in pleasure, she moved her hips, and feeling him hit something deep inside for just a moment, she decided that maybe... if she moved her legs... she wrapped them around his hips and began moving in concert with him - and that was all she needed, as he began stroking over that spot inside her, over and over and over, until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

It didn't take long, as he bent his head and once again suckled from her nipples, moving back and forth between them, along with his heavy, inflamed strokes, before she was cresting again, and as she tightened up along his length, he threw back his head and roared, silver cascading around them both as his orgasm overwhelmed him, and the feel of his hot seed infused with a touch of his youki suddenly coating her womb, immediately sent her over again, this time causing her to lose consciousness for a few seconds as she finally came to understand just what was meant by the term 'the little death'.

Panting, barely able to draw breath, she shivered as she could feel a slight burn from the inside out, as his youki-infused seed made its presence known. Sesshoumaru, who was still buried within her snug depths, levered himself up to see if her reiki had been sufficiently lowered enough to take his seed and his mark...

And his eyes lit with triumph as a crescent moon the exact shade of his slowly took shape around her belly-button. Infused with his youki, and his scent, the mark itself would never be seen by any but him - but any youkai worth the name would immediately know who this woman belonged to.

"What...?" Kagome looked at her new mate, a little confused at what he was staring at - although it seemed he was staring at the place that she could feel that slight burn from inside. It didn't hurt, it just felt warm, so she wasn't worried.

Sesshoumaru looked up, then, and said, "Your mate mark - your reiki was low enough that you accepted the mark, and my seed. You are now mine, Kagome - forever," he purred, and then thrust into her a little, enjoying it as her eyes widened when she realized that he was still hard within her.

Her eyes closed on a low moan, and with an impassioned chuckle, he began to move again.

"This night has just begun, koi - you will still be awake to greet the morning, I promise you that."

Yes... there will be very little sleep for you, my miko, my mate - for many, many nights to come.

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A/N: I am soooo sorry to all the readers that this chapter took so long to get out - my muse was being a bitch, and refused to work on anything but In Death, Trust Me as You Didn't in Life until today. Damn, I hate it when she gets bossy, and single-minded, but anyway - we finally got here, LoL! I know the lemon was not all that great, and I apologize. Truth is, I'm not very good at them, those and battle scenes are soo hard to write. That was actually why I started this little fic - for practice. Look how that turned out, lol.

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