InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion ❯ A Series of Very Fortunate Events (Lemon Version) [Parts 9-12] ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Yabou 
(Lemon Content) And now they're beginning to see how perfect they could be...together.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.04.2006 | Updated On: 01.04.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 8.9K | Status: Work In Progress
(Lemon Content) And now they're beginning to see how perfect they could be...together.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.04.2006 | Updated On: 01.04.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 8.9K | Status: Work In Progress
Alternate Universe/Canon Universe…you’ll understand later. If you don’t like sex…go look for the R version. If you don’t like R…you’re completely screwed.
Rating: NC-17
What for: Dirty words (potty mouths) and delightful lemons (yum)
Pairings: Sesshoumaru/Kagome.
DISCLAIMER: If you are under the age of seventeen and reading this story, the author nor host will be responsible for any of the consequences. It has been noted that this section of “Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion” contains severe sexual content. Thank you.
WARNING: THIS IS THE MA, Y, or NC-17 VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER. FOR THE ‘CLEAN’ ( R ) VERSION, USE THE FOLLOWING LINK:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2718946/3/
- - - -
Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion
Parts 9-12: A Series of Very Fortunate Events (Lemon Version)
Written By: Yabou
Edited By: Swasdiva
- - - -
Part Nine: In Sleep We Do Dream – Bedroom Blue
- - - -
He lay in bed for several hours, unable to fall into the silken arms of a good night’s sleep. ‘Something about that woman…’ Sesshoumaru, as a general rule, was a very structured person, and the mere thought of his interactions with Kagome Higurashi fell so far outside of his normal range that he had to speculate upon the possibility of a lapse in sanity. There was a slight chance that the hours of all work and no play had finally managed to throw him over some proverbial ledge, at the base of which he was forced to act out his buried passions on the first supple body available.
‘How foolish.’ The demon lord sneered at his own attempt to deny the obvious. ‘The illusions were quite authentic.’
And so, Sesshoumaru continued to stare up at his pristine white ceiling until only a two mere hours before dawn when his eyes finally weighed closed with sleep.
- - - -
She gave a happy giggle as he trailed his fingertips along the neckline of her kimono. Blue was always such a stunning color against her ivory skin. It contrasted perfectly with her midnight tresses and veiled her lustful eyes in a dramatic shade of bedroom blue.
He allowed his lips and tongue to follow the caresses of his hands, brushing back the soft fabric to dampen her luscious skin with warm saliva. Her head fell back while a heated moan forced its way out of the depths of her throat, and she eagerly exposed the delicate lines of her neck to his torture.
His hand slid into the folds of her heavy kimono, cupping her full breast under the fabric. The male youkai gave a growl of satisfaction when his mate erotically purred into the hollow of his ear and carefully nipped on its pointed tip. He grasped the rounded flesh in the palm of his hand and ran deadly claws in a slow trail from the hidden base to the hardened peak.
The young miko gasped and arched into his touch with an uncontrollable desire. “Sesshoumaru…” she passionately whispered.
He moved up from her breast, pushing the fabric off of her left shoulder and exposing the skin to the cool night air that filled their private garden. “Yes?” He responded, continuing the pathway of his long fingers to her shoulder blade.
“Ah,” she groaned as his sharp nails found the overly sensitive tissue at the top of her spinal cord. “S-shouldn’t we, um, ah, go to ooour room? Sssomeone could ssseee-ah us.”
“It is our garden.” Sesshoumaru growled. “This Sesshoumaru may do whatever he wishes in his own garden with his own mate.”
“B-But-.”
He silenced her by taking the breast he had finally managed to free into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around its perky tip. “You speak too much.”
Kagome gave a half-giggle and sank her dull nails into his still clothed shoulders.
Sesshoumaru used his free hand to quickly find a pathway through the twelve layers of the kimono and hissed with pleasure when he felt the burning flesh of her upper thigh collide with his cold palm. Slowly, he folded back the silk coverings, creating teasing patterns against the inside of her thigh that left her mewling with delight.
Suddenly, he realized that she had managed to untie his sash and had worked her way into his hakama. Her hand tightened against his erection as her eyes lit with playful amusement. “Sesshoumaru-sama,” she moaned into him and gently bit the tip of his ear.
He snarled and buried any further words that she might have said by driving his tongue into her mouth and pushing his throbbing length into her hand.
Kagome gasped and gripped his hips with her knees, tilting her body for his entrance even as she pumped him with her delicate hand a few times.
Ripping her hand away, he slammed his body into her fully and began the erotic dance that left them both panting.
His miko’s moans gained volume and pitch as he drove their bodies into a lustful frenzy. One hand slipped between the silk and skin to lift her bottom from the cold ground and pound himself into her at a deeper angle. She cried out in agreement at the change and wrapped her slender legs around his hips, clenching her thighs with each thrust.
His molten eyes caught the way her hair glistened the darkest shade of black as her eyes gained an intensity that no one else would ever be blessed with. A trail of salty sweat tracked through the light powder on her face and disappeared beneath the disheveled hem of her kimono.
The spiral of climax peaked, and he felt her tighten against him, draining his body of the temporary supply of his seed.
Her sigh fanned against his face as she tenderly traced his cheek with a single tantalizing fingertip.
He buried his nose deep into her hair and allowed himself to relish her for the few moments before she drifted off into sleep.
- - - -
Abruptly opening his eyes, he closely examined his hands before shifting and leaving the confines of his tangled sheets. Catching sight of the clock screensaver on his laptop, he almost gave a hearty roar. ‘Five-thirty?’
- - - -
Part Ten: More Than It Seems
- - - -
“Konton-sama?” Kagome nervously knocked on his office door. She really didn’t want to see him at the moment. The night before in the elevator had left her upset and confused. There was no explaining the flashed moment that passed between them.
“Enter.”
She sighed and pushed open the door. ‘No use avoiding the inevitable. I’d have to face him sometime.’ “Good morning, we’ve just finished the placements for the Sengoku Jidai exhibit. You may come see the adaptations any time.”
He gave a curt nod and quickly jotted something down onto one of the thousands of papers stacked on his desk. “Very well.”
Kagome took his gesture as a dismissal and darted out the door. She was impatiently waiting on the elevator before he stepped up beside her.
“You will guide me through your explanations, Higurashi.”
Kagome sighed. “All right.”
The elevator opened, and they both stepped inside.
Kagome audibly gulped. Suddenly, the once spacious lift felt so much smaller and more confining. She glanced awkwardly at the black walls and gripped the railing. “Um…” Anything was better than the suffocating silence. “Did you sleep well?”
Sesshoumaru gave her a bored look. “Fine.”
“Me too.” The woman searched the room for something else to speak of. “How much of the exhibit is up for bid this afternoon?”
“Only the items that I requested to be placed in Rooms One, Two, and Three. The Gathering Room selections are merely for presentation.”
Kagome gave him a slightly shocked look. He had, after all, just ruled out all of the major items they had in the listing. “Where will they go?”
“They are on loan from the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum. They will be returned once the initial viewing is closed.”
“Don’t you own that place too?” Kagome thoughtfully tapped her chin.
He nodded. “Yes.”
She gave a slight giggle and turned to him with gleeful eyes. “Is there anything you don’t own?”
He gave her a slight smirk. “Nothing of value.”
Her black hair fluttered slightly as her body forcefully jolted forward. He grabbed her shoulders to stop her from falling but was lost when her surprised gaze captured his own. “Sesshoumaru…” he heard her whisper.
- - - -
“Isn’t there anything I can give you?” She asked between her soft giggles, attempting to ignore the way his soft hair tickled her bare stomach.
“It matters not. I do not understand your reasoning for fuss.” He sighed and placed his hand on her flat abdomen.
She innocently plucked at his fingertips. “It’s your birthday! Of course it matters.”
“I have had many occasions as such and will experience many more. Thousands. Why do you insist on celebration?”
Kagome sighed and neatly tucked herself into his arms before pulling the coverlet over her exposed flesh. “Because it’s important to me.”
His arms tightened around her. “Very well.”
She smiled and buried her face in his chest. “So, what do you want?”
“I want for nothing.” He responded, placing a goodnight kiss on the top of her head.
“Well, then what do you not own, your Highness?”
He lifted her chin with a fingertip and kissed her deeply. Catching her eyes, he answered. “Nothing of value.”
- - - -
Pictures rushed through her head at the speed of light and flew out the window. Everyone was there. They were all… ‘Fighting?’ Some unspeakable evil rose up against the land, and it was their job to extinguish it. ‘They all belonged… but I didn’t.’
“Kagome?”
Sesshoumaru’s worried inquiry caught her attention. Noticing her position, she blushed and quickly pushed away, but he stopped her and trailed a hand through her hair. The look he gave her nearly knocked her out of her socks. Sesshoumaru looked as if he hadn’t the slightest idea of who he was. “Nothing of value.” He whispered.
She gasped and moved to question him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Inuyasha gave them both a shocked look. “You rememb-?”
“You will show me the setup now, Higurashi.” Sesshoumaru tugged her away from the lobby and into the Exhibition area.
“Right.” She sighed and allowed herself to be man-handled.
- - - -
Part Eleven: Souta, Coming Soon to Devastate a Computer Near You
- - - -
“Souta?” Kagome quirked an eyebrow at her ramen-munching brother. “Come to take up residence on my couch again, I see.”
He gave a rude yawn and ran a hand through his messy, short black hair. “Yeah, I had a late study session, and I’ve got a six a.m. final in the morning.”
Kagome crinkled her nose in disgust. “I’m so glad that part of my life is over.”
Souta laughed and moved into her bedroom to change and grab his sleeping bag. “Well, you are getting pretty old.” He joked. “Can you even remember college?”
“Hey!” Kagome protested, throwing the pillow off of her bed straight at his head. Dead on. ‘Yes!’
He scowled and threw it back, scowling harder when she caught it and did a little victory dance beside the bed.
“Ha!” She exclaimed. “You can never beat me, little brother.”
“Yeah right, Kagome.” Souta stuck out his tongue and began toting a large pile of blankets into the living area. “You haven’t really beaten me in almost four years. Face it. You’re…ancient!”
Kagome huffed, slamming the door in his face and grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank top out of the drawer.
Halfway through her nightly bathroom routine, she heard a small pawing sound coming from the door. “One minute Buyo,” she mumbled, rubbing the soap over her face with a wash cloth.
A few minutes later, she flipped off the light and moved to let her lazy cat in only to find a cute little intruder. “Oh, Shoubi, what are you doing down here again?”
She sighed and contemplated waiting until morning to return the animal, but one thought of Rin’s face in a pitiful frown had her pulling on a pair of flip-flops and leisurely making her way toward the elevator. Souta was already out like a light.
- - - -
Part Twelve: When the Children are Away, the Dog Will Play
- - - -
His body twisted roughly in the sheets, tangling them around his lower limbs. He could literally feel her cool, smooth skin pressing against his overheated flesh. Unconciously, he gave a low growl into the empty bedroom before he drifted back into his dream state.
- - - -
He could smell her arousal filtering through the entire floor. As soon as he had stepped foot on the stairs, he had forced all of the servants on to the lower levels. It was practically unheard of, what she was doing, but there she sat, hair cascading with water that flowed down the length of her revealed chest, in a large wooden tub in the middle of their private chambers.
Steam rose from the heated water, creating a foggy haze around his maiden. She looked absolutely stunning with her eyes closed tightly as she pressed her head against the side of the tub while desperately trying to provide her own release.
His hand slid over the soft skin of her shoulder and down over her breast, gently beginning to knead the sensitive tissue between his fingertips. Her surprised gasp was quickly replaced by a heady moan. Claws traced the delicate curve and drew a slow circular pattern at its base before moving to pass wet fingertips over the peak.
“Oh, Sesshoumaru,” she moaned, reaching out with one hand to grasp his forearm.
The words of his excited mate drove him over the edge. Grasping her beneath the arms, he lifted her out of the steaming water and laid her on the bed, allowing his body to cover her.
She smiled up at him in between nips and kisses. “Good afternoon, koibito.”
His tongue lapped at the sweat gathering in the valley between her breasts. “If this Sesshoumaru had known how you occupied your afternoons, I would have made it a point to be here with you.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.” She mumbled, working on the tie in his sash.
He gave her a light growl and slipped his hand up her inner thigh. “You shall begin disturbing me more often.”
“Ah,” she whimpered, pressing into his hand. “I will! I will!”
“Indeed, you will.” Fangs delicately raked over the skin behind her ear causing a violent shiver to race down her spine.
Her hands tugged at the loose sash and tossed it to the floor.
He closed his eyes as he pleasured her, allowing his body to simply feel the erotic way her tiny fingers brushed against his burning flesh. He was on fire, and she was the only way to quench it. Each time they combined, he feared that the effect she had on him would diminish, but the longer they were together, and grew to know each others bodies in the most intimate of ways, the brighter the fire burned. The stronger their passion became.
The cool silk of his yukata and hakama were finally released, freeing him to join his mate in her undying desire. “Kagome,” he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead.
She gave him a tender smile and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Sessh-OOOOh my gods!” Her body violently convulsed at his quick and deep entrance - already having been brought near her peak by the steady massages of his hand.
He waited a few moments, brushing the hair out of her euphoric face, before he began to move again. She moaned and mewled against him - always a most attentive and responsive mate.
- - - -
Knock Knock Knock.
He nearly jumped out of the bed.
Knock Knock Knock.
‘Rin?’
Knock Knock Kno-.
“Oh.” Kagome’s eyes widened in surprise at the disheveled appearance of her boss. You remember, the one she had been making out with only days before. Yes, he’s the one. “Um,” she worried on her lower lip. “Is Rin here?”
“No.” He growled - terribly perturbed about the fact that he had been awakened in the middle of such an…intriguing dream. ‘And of you no less. Damn all women.’
“Oh,” she mumbled again. “Well, um, I found Shoubi in my bedroom again.”
He glared at her with slightly lust-glazed eyes. The only word he caught being ‘bedroom.’
“Konton-sama?” Kagome waved her hand in front of his face.
His hand snapped out and grabbed her wrist. “Sesshoumaru.”
“W-what?” She gasped as he tugged her into the room and pressed her into the closed door.
“My name,” he responded. “Is Sesshoumaru.”
“But you said-.”
“We are not at work,” he paused, savoring her name inside of his mouth. “Kagome.”
A burning rush of tingling heat shot up through her toes and pooled between her thighs. “O-okay,” she squeaked.
His face buried into the side of her neck. “You smell,” he pulled as much of her heady scent in as he could. “So good.”
Kagome ‘hmmmed’ in response. Her brain refused to function. The only thing it actively chose to recognize was the feel of his breath stretching against her vulnerable neck.
He drug his retracted nails against the hemline of her tank top and down the length of her arms. Kagome groaned slightly in response, and one of her feet lifted to press against the door giving her a little more leverage. She nudged against him, pushing her bent knee between his legs and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Sesshoumaru growled deeply as her fingers began to make random patterns on his neck as she captured his lips in a deep kiss, forcing himself not to lose hold over his binding spell.
Her lips moved to touch the bottom of his chin, and he nearly lost it.
‘I submit!’ Her body cried out to him.
A deep growl escaped his throat. He stiffened, waiting for her to pull away in fright.
The shiver that rushed through her was expected, however, the strong wave of arousal that followed was not. “Sesshoumaru.” She nuzzled his chest.
His eyes snapped open, realizing the seriousness of their situation. “Higurashi?”
She gasped. “Oh my god.”
Her hand fumbled with the door knob, and like a lightning bolt she was out in the hall and racing for the elevator.
He slowly shut the door and leaned against the frame. ‘What have I done?’
- - - -
A/N: I just couldn’t help myself…I already had this chapter done, so I wanted to post it.
Rating: NC-17
What for: Dirty words (potty mouths) and delightful lemons (yum)
Pairings: Sesshoumaru/Kagome.
DISCLAIMER: If you are under the age of seventeen and reading this story, the author nor host will be responsible for any of the consequences. It has been noted that this section of “Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion” contains severe sexual content. Thank you.
WARNING: THIS IS THE MA, Y, or NC-17 VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER. FOR THE ‘CLEAN’ ( R ) VERSION, USE THE FOLLOWING LINK:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2718946/3/
- - - -
Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion
Parts 9-12: A Series of Very Fortunate Events (Lemon Version)
Written By: Yabou
Edited By: Swasdiva
- - - -
Part Nine: In Sleep We Do Dream – Bedroom Blue
- - - -
He lay in bed for several hours, unable to fall into the silken arms of a good night’s sleep. ‘Something about that woman…’ Sesshoumaru, as a general rule, was a very structured person, and the mere thought of his interactions with Kagome Higurashi fell so far outside of his normal range that he had to speculate upon the possibility of a lapse in sanity. There was a slight chance that the hours of all work and no play had finally managed to throw him over some proverbial ledge, at the base of which he was forced to act out his buried passions on the first supple body available.
‘How foolish.’ The demon lord sneered at his own attempt to deny the obvious. ‘The illusions were quite authentic.’
And so, Sesshoumaru continued to stare up at his pristine white ceiling until only a two mere hours before dawn when his eyes finally weighed closed with sleep.
- - - -
She gave a happy giggle as he trailed his fingertips along the neckline of her kimono. Blue was always such a stunning color against her ivory skin. It contrasted perfectly with her midnight tresses and veiled her lustful eyes in a dramatic shade of bedroom blue.
He allowed his lips and tongue to follow the caresses of his hands, brushing back the soft fabric to dampen her luscious skin with warm saliva. Her head fell back while a heated moan forced its way out of the depths of her throat, and she eagerly exposed the delicate lines of her neck to his torture.
His hand slid into the folds of her heavy kimono, cupping her full breast under the fabric. The male youkai gave a growl of satisfaction when his mate erotically purred into the hollow of his ear and carefully nipped on its pointed tip. He grasped the rounded flesh in the palm of his hand and ran deadly claws in a slow trail from the hidden base to the hardened peak.
The young miko gasped and arched into his touch with an uncontrollable desire. “Sesshoumaru…” she passionately whispered.
He moved up from her breast, pushing the fabric off of her left shoulder and exposing the skin to the cool night air that filled their private garden. “Yes?” He responded, continuing the pathway of his long fingers to her shoulder blade.
“Ah,” she groaned as his sharp nails found the overly sensitive tissue at the top of her spinal cord. “S-shouldn’t we, um, ah, go to ooour room? Sssomeone could ssseee-ah us.”
“It is our garden.” Sesshoumaru growled. “This Sesshoumaru may do whatever he wishes in his own garden with his own mate.”
“B-But-.”
He silenced her by taking the breast he had finally managed to free into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around its perky tip. “You speak too much.”
Kagome gave a half-giggle and sank her dull nails into his still clothed shoulders.
Sesshoumaru used his free hand to quickly find a pathway through the twelve layers of the kimono and hissed with pleasure when he felt the burning flesh of her upper thigh collide with his cold palm. Slowly, he folded back the silk coverings, creating teasing patterns against the inside of her thigh that left her mewling with delight.
Suddenly, he realized that she had managed to untie his sash and had worked her way into his hakama. Her hand tightened against his erection as her eyes lit with playful amusement. “Sesshoumaru-sama,” she moaned into him and gently bit the tip of his ear.
He snarled and buried any further words that she might have said by driving his tongue into her mouth and pushing his throbbing length into her hand.
Kagome gasped and gripped his hips with her knees, tilting her body for his entrance even as she pumped him with her delicate hand a few times.
Ripping her hand away, he slammed his body into her fully and began the erotic dance that left them both panting.
His miko’s moans gained volume and pitch as he drove their bodies into a lustful frenzy. One hand slipped between the silk and skin to lift her bottom from the cold ground and pound himself into her at a deeper angle. She cried out in agreement at the change and wrapped her slender legs around his hips, clenching her thighs with each thrust.
His molten eyes caught the way her hair glistened the darkest shade of black as her eyes gained an intensity that no one else would ever be blessed with. A trail of salty sweat tracked through the light powder on her face and disappeared beneath the disheveled hem of her kimono.
The spiral of climax peaked, and he felt her tighten against him, draining his body of the temporary supply of his seed.
Her sigh fanned against his face as she tenderly traced his cheek with a single tantalizing fingertip.
He buried his nose deep into her hair and allowed himself to relish her for the few moments before she drifted off into sleep.
- - - -
Abruptly opening his eyes, he closely examined his hands before shifting and leaving the confines of his tangled sheets. Catching sight of the clock screensaver on his laptop, he almost gave a hearty roar. ‘Five-thirty?’
- - - -
Part Ten: More Than It Seems
- - - -
“Konton-sama?” Kagome nervously knocked on his office door. She really didn’t want to see him at the moment. The night before in the elevator had left her upset and confused. There was no explaining the flashed moment that passed between them.
“Enter.”
She sighed and pushed open the door. ‘No use avoiding the inevitable. I’d have to face him sometime.’ “Good morning, we’ve just finished the placements for the Sengoku Jidai exhibit. You may come see the adaptations any time.”
He gave a curt nod and quickly jotted something down onto one of the thousands of papers stacked on his desk. “Very well.”
Kagome took his gesture as a dismissal and darted out the door. She was impatiently waiting on the elevator before he stepped up beside her.
“You will guide me through your explanations, Higurashi.”
Kagome sighed. “All right.”
The elevator opened, and they both stepped inside.
Kagome audibly gulped. Suddenly, the once spacious lift felt so much smaller and more confining. She glanced awkwardly at the black walls and gripped the railing. “Um…” Anything was better than the suffocating silence. “Did you sleep well?”
Sesshoumaru gave her a bored look. “Fine.”
“Me too.” The woman searched the room for something else to speak of. “How much of the exhibit is up for bid this afternoon?”
“Only the items that I requested to be placed in Rooms One, Two, and Three. The Gathering Room selections are merely for presentation.”
Kagome gave him a slightly shocked look. He had, after all, just ruled out all of the major items they had in the listing. “Where will they go?”
“They are on loan from the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum. They will be returned once the initial viewing is closed.”
“Don’t you own that place too?” Kagome thoughtfully tapped her chin.
He nodded. “Yes.”
She gave a slight giggle and turned to him with gleeful eyes. “Is there anything you don’t own?”
He gave her a slight smirk. “Nothing of value.”
Her black hair fluttered slightly as her body forcefully jolted forward. He grabbed her shoulders to stop her from falling but was lost when her surprised gaze captured his own. “Sesshoumaru…” he heard her whisper.
- - - -
“Isn’t there anything I can give you?” She asked between her soft giggles, attempting to ignore the way his soft hair tickled her bare stomach.
“It matters not. I do not understand your reasoning for fuss.” He sighed and placed his hand on her flat abdomen.
She innocently plucked at his fingertips. “It’s your birthday! Of course it matters.”
“I have had many occasions as such and will experience many more. Thousands. Why do you insist on celebration?”
Kagome sighed and neatly tucked herself into his arms before pulling the coverlet over her exposed flesh. “Because it’s important to me.”
His arms tightened around her. “Very well.”
She smiled and buried her face in his chest. “So, what do you want?”
“I want for nothing.” He responded, placing a goodnight kiss on the top of her head.
“Well, then what do you not own, your Highness?”
He lifted her chin with a fingertip and kissed her deeply. Catching her eyes, he answered. “Nothing of value.”
- - - -
Pictures rushed through her head at the speed of light and flew out the window. Everyone was there. They were all… ‘Fighting?’ Some unspeakable evil rose up against the land, and it was their job to extinguish it. ‘They all belonged… but I didn’t.’
“Kagome?”
Sesshoumaru’s worried inquiry caught her attention. Noticing her position, she blushed and quickly pushed away, but he stopped her and trailed a hand through her hair. The look he gave her nearly knocked her out of her socks. Sesshoumaru looked as if he hadn’t the slightest idea of who he was. “Nothing of value.” He whispered.
She gasped and moved to question him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Inuyasha gave them both a shocked look. “You rememb-?”
“You will show me the setup now, Higurashi.” Sesshoumaru tugged her away from the lobby and into the Exhibition area.
“Right.” She sighed and allowed herself to be man-handled.
- - - -
Part Eleven: Souta, Coming Soon to Devastate a Computer Near You
- - - -
“Souta?” Kagome quirked an eyebrow at her ramen-munching brother. “Come to take up residence on my couch again, I see.”
He gave a rude yawn and ran a hand through his messy, short black hair. “Yeah, I had a late study session, and I’ve got a six a.m. final in the morning.”
Kagome crinkled her nose in disgust. “I’m so glad that part of my life is over.”
Souta laughed and moved into her bedroom to change and grab his sleeping bag. “Well, you are getting pretty old.” He joked. “Can you even remember college?”
“Hey!” Kagome protested, throwing the pillow off of her bed straight at his head. Dead on. ‘Yes!’
He scowled and threw it back, scowling harder when she caught it and did a little victory dance beside the bed.
“Ha!” She exclaimed. “You can never beat me, little brother.”
“Yeah right, Kagome.” Souta stuck out his tongue and began toting a large pile of blankets into the living area. “You haven’t really beaten me in almost four years. Face it. You’re…ancient!”
Kagome huffed, slamming the door in his face and grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank top out of the drawer.
Halfway through her nightly bathroom routine, she heard a small pawing sound coming from the door. “One minute Buyo,” she mumbled, rubbing the soap over her face with a wash cloth.
A few minutes later, she flipped off the light and moved to let her lazy cat in only to find a cute little intruder. “Oh, Shoubi, what are you doing down here again?”
She sighed and contemplated waiting until morning to return the animal, but one thought of Rin’s face in a pitiful frown had her pulling on a pair of flip-flops and leisurely making her way toward the elevator. Souta was already out like a light.
- - - -
Part Twelve: When the Children are Away, the Dog Will Play
- - - -
His body twisted roughly in the sheets, tangling them around his lower limbs. He could literally feel her cool, smooth skin pressing against his overheated flesh. Unconciously, he gave a low growl into the empty bedroom before he drifted back into his dream state.
- - - -
He could smell her arousal filtering through the entire floor. As soon as he had stepped foot on the stairs, he had forced all of the servants on to the lower levels. It was practically unheard of, what she was doing, but there she sat, hair cascading with water that flowed down the length of her revealed chest, in a large wooden tub in the middle of their private chambers.
Steam rose from the heated water, creating a foggy haze around his maiden. She looked absolutely stunning with her eyes closed tightly as she pressed her head against the side of the tub while desperately trying to provide her own release.
His hand slid over the soft skin of her shoulder and down over her breast, gently beginning to knead the sensitive tissue between his fingertips. Her surprised gasp was quickly replaced by a heady moan. Claws traced the delicate curve and drew a slow circular pattern at its base before moving to pass wet fingertips over the peak.
“Oh, Sesshoumaru,” she moaned, reaching out with one hand to grasp his forearm.
The words of his excited mate drove him over the edge. Grasping her beneath the arms, he lifted her out of the steaming water and laid her on the bed, allowing his body to cover her.
She smiled up at him in between nips and kisses. “Good afternoon, koibito.”
His tongue lapped at the sweat gathering in the valley between her breasts. “If this Sesshoumaru had known how you occupied your afternoons, I would have made it a point to be here with you.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.” She mumbled, working on the tie in his sash.
He gave her a light growl and slipped his hand up her inner thigh. “You shall begin disturbing me more often.”
“Ah,” she whimpered, pressing into his hand. “I will! I will!”
“Indeed, you will.” Fangs delicately raked over the skin behind her ear causing a violent shiver to race down her spine.
Her hands tugged at the loose sash and tossed it to the floor.
He closed his eyes as he pleasured her, allowing his body to simply feel the erotic way her tiny fingers brushed against his burning flesh. He was on fire, and she was the only way to quench it. Each time they combined, he feared that the effect she had on him would diminish, but the longer they were together, and grew to know each others bodies in the most intimate of ways, the brighter the fire burned. The stronger their passion became.
The cool silk of his yukata and hakama were finally released, freeing him to join his mate in her undying desire. “Kagome,” he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead.
She gave him a tender smile and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Sessh-OOOOh my gods!” Her body violently convulsed at his quick and deep entrance - already having been brought near her peak by the steady massages of his hand.
He waited a few moments, brushing the hair out of her euphoric face, before he began to move again. She moaned and mewled against him - always a most attentive and responsive mate.
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Knock Knock Knock.
He nearly jumped out of the bed.
Knock Knock Knock.
‘Rin?’
Knock Knock Kno-.
“Oh.” Kagome’s eyes widened in surprise at the disheveled appearance of her boss. You remember, the one she had been making out with only days before. Yes, he’s the one. “Um,” she worried on her lower lip. “Is Rin here?”
“No.” He growled - terribly perturbed about the fact that he had been awakened in the middle of such an…intriguing dream. ‘And of you no less. Damn all women.’
“Oh,” she mumbled again. “Well, um, I found Shoubi in my bedroom again.”
He glared at her with slightly lust-glazed eyes. The only word he caught being ‘bedroom.’
“Konton-sama?” Kagome waved her hand in front of his face.
His hand snapped out and grabbed her wrist. “Sesshoumaru.”
“W-what?” She gasped as he tugged her into the room and pressed her into the closed door.
“My name,” he responded. “Is Sesshoumaru.”
“But you said-.”
“We are not at work,” he paused, savoring her name inside of his mouth. “Kagome.”
A burning rush of tingling heat shot up through her toes and pooled between her thighs. “O-okay,” she squeaked.
His face buried into the side of her neck. “You smell,” he pulled as much of her heady scent in as he could. “So good.”
Kagome ‘hmmmed’ in response. Her brain refused to function. The only thing it actively chose to recognize was the feel of his breath stretching against her vulnerable neck.
He drug his retracted nails against the hemline of her tank top and down the length of her arms. Kagome groaned slightly in response, and one of her feet lifted to press against the door giving her a little more leverage. She nudged against him, pushing her bent knee between his legs and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Sesshoumaru growled deeply as her fingers began to make random patterns on his neck as she captured his lips in a deep kiss, forcing himself not to lose hold over his binding spell.
Her lips moved to touch the bottom of his chin, and he nearly lost it.
‘I submit!’ Her body cried out to him.
A deep growl escaped his throat. He stiffened, waiting for her to pull away in fright.
The shiver that rushed through her was expected, however, the strong wave of arousal that followed was not. “Sesshoumaru.” She nuzzled his chest.
His eyes snapped open, realizing the seriousness of their situation. “Higurashi?”
She gasped. “Oh my god.”
Her hand fumbled with the door knob, and like a lightning bolt she was out in the hall and racing for the elevator.
He slowly shut the door and leaned against the frame. ‘What have I done?’
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A/N: I just couldn’t help myself…I already had this chapter done, so I wanted to post it.