InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Gone With the Wind. ❯ What's that buzzing? ( Chapter 16 )

Gone With the Wind

Chapter 16

 

 

`You remind him of the vile wench Kagura!' A toady voice in Keiko's mind echoed as she hesitantly reached out to run a timid finger over the delicate arch of a pointed ear.

 

Her conversation with Jaken had been a little over three days ago, and while it had started out as a casual inquiry into the taiyoukai's likes and dislikes, when pertaining to the opposite sex, it had quickly degenerated into why it might SEEM like Sesshoumaru had feelings for her while he actually found her disgusting and pathetic.

 

`Kami I hate that toad sometimes.' Keiko groaned internally as she casually played with the taiyoukai's ear from her place upon his shoulder.

 

It had been exactly two days, Keiko noted, since the demon lord had sent his amphibious attaché on yet another errand. Something about…. mending Rin's kimono? She hadn't really been paying attention. Whatever the case, the tiny toad had left in a huff, obviously agitated he had been delegated to the role of babysitter yet again, as he and the young child he often looked after headed toward the nearest village.

 

`How long does it take to get a kimono mended?' Keiko questioned silently as her fingers abandoned the strangely delicate skin of the taiyoukai's upper ear to lightly caress his earlobe.

 

Sesshoumaru repressed the urge to growl as the delicate tip of Keiko's finger timidly explored the supple curve of his ear. Ever since he had caught the young woman mumbling his name in her sleep she had been more liberal with the touches she inflicted upon his person. At first he had assumed they were simply accidental, considering the gentle nature of her actions. Now however, it was becoming painfully obvious that she not only understood what she was doing, but that she did such things purposefully. This realization was both terrifying and exciting to the great taiyoukai.

 

A gentle hand moved to caress the soft skin of Sesshoumaru's neck and he flinched. He simply couldn't allow this to go on. As much as it aggravated him to admit, he had all ready waited far too long to address the odd behavior.

 

“Woman,” The taiyoukai grumbled in agitation while grabbing her thin wrist and pulling her free of his shoulder, “Why do you lay your hands on this Sesshoumaru?” He questioned flatly after planting her feet on the ground in front of him and fixing her with a cold glare.

 

“I…uh…” Keiko stared at her hand as if seeing it for the first time before tucking it behind her body. “Y-You don't like it?” She blushed.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyebrow arched as the woman before him didn't seem to deny her actions. `Did I like it?' He questioned himself thoughtfully. `Was that why I hesitated to mention it earlier?' He pondered.

 

“Why would you seek to provoke this Sesshoumaru?” He demanded inquisitively as he tilted his head to the side ever-so-slightly. Hadn't he practically forced himself on this woman a little over a week ago? Shouldn't she be the one to shy away from his touch?

 

“Provoke?” Keiko questioned as she contemplated just how she should translate his inquiry. If he meant `provoke' as in make angry then….she wasn't trying to…if he meant `provoke' as in arouse…

 

`Damn him' She groaned internally. How did he always manage to phrase things in such a confusing way? Would it kill him to talk like a normal person for once?

 

“I wasn't trying to do anything.” Keiko lied, sticking out her tongue as his nostrils flared in a very expected `you liar!' sort of way.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed and her tongue slipped back into her mouth.

 

“Why?” She questioned thoughtfully as she gave the demon lord a calculating look of her own. “Are you feeling……provoked?” She emphasized the last word of her statement by arching an eyebrow.

 

Sesshoumaru snorted at the implication as he turned to face a lazy stream that burbled a few meters away. He nodded once in its direction before speaking again. “We camp here.” He stated simply as he quickly covered the distance to the stream through a few measured paces. He elegantly sat down against the trunk of a large tree as he waited for her to build a fire.

 

Keiko awkwardly went about collecting firewood as she shot the taiyoukai an incredulous look. That was it? That was all she got? He wasn't even going to tell her what he meant by `provoke this Sesshoumaru.' What a rip off!

 

A few frustrating moments later Keiko found herself crouched over a small pile of wood as she cursed at it loudly. Never did she think she would actually miss Jaken. Annoying as he was, she had to admit, that toad was handy when you needed a fire started.

 

“Are you gonna help me or just sit there laughing?” Keiko shot over her shoulder, wiping at the sweat that beaded against her brow, as she frantically rubbed one wooden surface over another.

 

“I am not laughing.” The taiyoukai pointed out blandly. He had to admit, the scene before him did have a somewhat comical air to it, but even if he did find her crude methods …humorous…he wasn't about to burst into fits of giggles.

 

“You're not helping.” She countered.

 

“Your methods are flawed.” Sesshoumaru offered generously as the corner of his lip twitched despite himself.

 

“Criticism doesn't count as helping.” Keiko grunted as she readjusted the small pile of dry grass she was attempting to burn. She huffed softly as she decided to give her arms a moment to rest before continuing.

 

“Hn.” The taiyoukai remarked indifferently as he rose to his feet, sauntering over to the pile of wood, before lowering himself into crouching position. His eyes seemed to scan the area until they rested upon two grey, drying-looking stones. Holding them up in front of her face, he seemed to silently explain how he felt one went about starting a fire. Placing the stones around the small pile of dry grass she had been attempting to light, he violently struck them together, a shower of sparks landed on the withered foliage beneath as a loud cracking sound echoed through the clearing.

 

To Keiko's utter dismay… the grass ignited instantly.

 

“Oh shut up.” Keiko groaned as the taiyoukai shot her an arrogant look. “You're stronger then I am.” She explained. “You cheated.”

 

Sesshoumaru fought the urge to roll his eyes as he lowered himself beside the rapidly growing fire but remained silent. He supposed it was a little presumptuous to assume she would be grateful….still…

 

“Thanks.” She muttered softly as if she had somehow read his mind.

 

“You're thanks is not necessary.” He pointed out; cringing internally as he realized how fortunate he was she couldn't read his thoughts.

 

“So,” Keiko beamed as she loosened the collar to her kimono and leaned forward, pretending to be oblivious to the amount of cleavage she flashed in the great taiyoukai's direction. “How much longer do you think it will take Jaken and Rin to return from their errand?” She questioned randomly as she attempted to make conversation.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed as he contemplated the absurdity of her question. How the hell should he know how long it would take them to return? It would take… as long as it took.

 

`Why would she even ask such a nonsensical question?' The taiyoukai internalized as he turned to reprimand the female, only to pause when he noticed the scandalous amount of flesh being exposed to him. He was suddenly glad he hadn't had the chance to open his mouth yet, because he had, for the first time, completely forgotten what he was going to say. `Is she attempting to entice me?' The demon lord pondered as he caught the scent of her excitement in the air and fought the urge to groan.

 

Keiko sighed as she felt the demon lord's eyes upon her. `If he's feeling…provoked…he certainly hides it well.' She huffed dejectedly as she rolled on to her knees to throw a distant branch into the campfire.

 

Sesshoumaru eyes quickly closed as he watched the young woman before him reposition herself so that she was on all fours. How the hell could she be so alluring ….without any kind of experience? Perhaps all human females of the future were taught how to entice a youkai male? It would be a shrewd move, the demon lord noted, ensuring your bloodline by teaching your daughters to attract a strong mate. Still, he countered, hadn't Keiko all ready stated she had no family?

 

`None of it explains why her scent is so…' A soft rustle in the grass directly in front of Sesshoumaru suddenly caught his attention as he opened his eyes; leaving his thought unfinished.

 

“So what the hells wrong with me?” Keiko questioned, with her hands on her hips, as she glared at him in frustration and annoyance. It had been a week since their little interaction at the hot spring, and three whole days since she decided she wouldn't mind experiencing such things again. Having him ignore her when she was practically shoving her breasts in his face was doing horrible things to her self-esteem. The least he could do was tell her what he found so unappealing.

 

Sesshoumaru's lip twitched as he contemplated answering her question with the same amount of delicacy in which it had been delivered. He reconsidered, of course, after rationalizing the futility of such things.

 

“I'm serious.” Keiko argued, translating the small facial twitch as a suppress smile, before narrowing her eyes at the demon lord again.

 

“What are you blabbering about?” The taiyoukai questioned exasperatedly as he noted asking silly questions would probably make the top of the `what-the-hells-wrong-with-me' list.

 

“I….” Keiko faltered as she nervously fiddled with the sleeve of her kimono, “I thought you liked me.” She quietly admitted as she completely missed the way Sesshoumaru's eyes widened at her admission.

 

“I mean…” She continued as his silence became unnerving, “There was that time…when we were fighting,” she blinked as she noted she hadn't had a cigarette in several weeks and had barely noticed, “I thought you were going to …kiss me...” She explained, “And then there was the time you were in your true form….”

 

`She remembered that?' Sesshoumaru's inner mind questioned, `Damn' He cursed internally. For some reason he had assumed she had been too wracked with terror to remember.

 

“And then the hot springs.” Keiko finished with a blush, looking up at him with large soulful eyes. “So what's wrong with me?” She questioned as she attempted to shake the heavy feeling in her heart.

 

The demon lord sat dumbfounded as he stared down at the dejected young woman in front of him. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her, she was perfect in his eyes, and if anything THAT was the problem. He was certain, had it not been for his concerns over Naraku and his confusion over meeting Kagura's reincarnation so soon, he would have claimed her by now. How could she possibly think…?

 

“It's because I look like Kagura isn't it?” Keiko questioned sadly as she recalled her conversation with a certain tiny toad youkai. Jaken had explained, far too eagerly, that her reincarnation had practically thrown herself at his master, and that his master had repeatedly declined.

 

`I'm so stupid.' Keiko groaned. How stupid was she to assume he would ever want to be with someone whose face constantly reminded him of the annoying tramp her soul previously inhabited? Why hadn't she just listened to Jaken? Had she been so enamored with the taiyoukai that she wasn't willing to listen to reason anymore?

 

“Look,” Keiko offered as she forced a weak smile, “I……forget I said anything.” She sighed as she shifted her weight to her feet, attempting to stand, before a familiar strong arm on her wrist froze her to the spot. Her eyes quickly shifted to the demon lord's as they silently asked what he was doing.

 

Sesshoumaru was at a loss for words as he stared into the glimmering familiar orbs. How in the name of kami had she gotten the facts so messed up? Yes she looked like Kagura, he acknowledged, but that had nothing to do with his reaction towards her. She wasn't Kagura; he was intelligent enough to realize this. Perhaps their similarities had been enough to catch his attention initially but…

 

Apparently he hadn't adequately expressed his opinion on the subject

 

Deciding actions spoke louder then words Sesshoumaru pulled the young woman into his lap as he forcefully pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss full of longing. A part of him understood the jeopardous nature of his actions, considering all of this could somehow be part of Naraku's evil scheme, but a larger part of him simply didn't give a damn any longer. Just how many women would the damn hanyou deny him?

 

Keiko's body stiffened and then went limp as she relaxed into the kiss; wrapping her arms around the taiyoukai's neck. She felt as if she'd been holding her breath for weeks and had finally been allowed to exhale. The sting of tears curiously welled up at the corner of her eyes as she cradled the demon lord's face in her hands and returned the kiss enthusiastically.

 

`Why am I crying?' She pondered internally. Wasn't this what she wanted?

 

`Yes, yes it is!' She practically screamed. Then why was her heart aching like it was? She grimaced, suddenly feeling every bit the `pathetic human' the toad often called her, as she fought against the tears.

 

“Clothes…” Keiko grunted against gently nipping fangs as she lightly tugged at the rough metal armor that annoyingly clung snuggly against the demon lord's chest. “Off.” She whined as she fumbled with the leather straps of his armor while attempting to untie them with trembling fingers.

 

“Mmm.” Sesshoumaru agreed noncommittally, deciding she was a tad overdressed herself, as he easily undid the sash at her middle, before aggressively peeling the fabric of her kimono from her shoulder.

 

“Your clothes.” Keiko grunted with frustration as she frantically shrugged off the restrictive clothing so that her hands could once again struggle with the ties to his armor.

 

“Patience.” The taiyoukai teased in a husky tone as he gently grasped her palm in his, easily undoing the bindings to his armor, before shrugging them carelessly to the ground. An uneven smirk lightly curled against the demon lord's mouth as he pressed his lips to hers again, slowly tasting the delicate petals of flesh, before gently lowering the impatient and trembling female to the ground.

 

“I…I've never.” Keiko faltered as she suddenly felt very exposed in just her bra and panties. She had been so sure up until now, and while watching Sesshoumaru shed his clothing as he knelt over her half nude body was probably the most erotic thing she had ever seen, the realization of what came next was quickly shattering her resolve.

 

“Shhhhh.” Sesshoumaru consoled seductively as he seemed to pick up on her insecurities. “Your first time….. will be….memorable.” He promised softly as he lightly nipped at her chin until she tilted her head back enough for him to reclaim her lips. The tip of his tongue lightly caressed the smooth skin of her mouth as he silently demanded entrance. Her lips shyly parted and he grunted his approval before deepening the kiss as he tasted the soft flesh that awaited him.

 

Keiko moaned against the demon lord's lips as his insistent yet tender tongue thoroughly explored the crevices of her mouth. The nervous pains in her stomach quickly melted into an almost primal lust as Sesshoumaru's gentle and demanding caresses both comforted and excited her at the same time. Timidly her tongue pressed against his as she mirrored his motions to taste the inside of his mouth. Her clumsy tongue met the tip of a pointed fang and she grimaced as the faint metallically flavor of blood deluded the sweetness she had previous discovered.

 

A low menacing growl, sounding more appreciative then scolding, rumbled through the demon lord's chest as he pressed their lips together violently and lightly suckled on the recently injured appendage.

 

`Everything about this woman drives me mad.' Sesshoumaru surrendered passionately as he tenderly massaged the now closed wound with his tongue. `Her blood, her scent, the feel of her skin against mine…' He hissed; breaking the kiss to stare over Keiko's flushed features, as her hands lightly explored his bare chest. `There is no way I could ever let her be with another.' He admitted solemnly as he lightly caressed the skin of her cheek with a gentle clawed thumb. `I must claim her.' He decided internally as he pulled the small strap of fabric, which seemed to hold the contraption around her breasts up, down her arm with a serious expression.

 

“Are…Are you all right?” Keiko questioned in concern as she noted the strange change in his demeanor. Had she done something wrong? Had she upset him in some way?

 

“I am… fine.” The taiyoukai replied softly as he leaned forward to press the softest of kisses against the bare skin of her collar bone. A frustrated grunt, followed by a sharp tug caused an annoyed growl to rumble free of the demon lord's chest. “Woman,” He bit out sharply, “What is this…thing?” He demanded.

 

“Huh?” Keiko questioned as she looked down to find Sesshoumaru glaring openly at her chest. “Oh!...Sorry.” She muttered as she twisted her arms behind her back, arching her breasts in the demon lord's direction, as she easily undid the clasp to her bra. “I forgo…” She offered apologetically, her words disintegrating into tiny gasps, as he nudged the now loose fabric aside to hastily wrap his lips around an erect nipple.

 

“Oh …Kami.” Keiko groaned as her entire body, from the waist down, seemed to melt into a tingly puddle. Another soft moan escaped her more-then-willing body, causing her to arch her back, as she buried her hands in the hair at the base of the taiyoukai's neck. “Sesshoumaru…” She whimpered, her hands quickly finding their way to the ties of his hamaka, as an aggressive tongue gently, lovingly laved at the first tortured peak before moving on to the second.

 

Sesshoumaru's claws hastily sliced through the fabric of the enthralled young woman's panties as he silently noted women of the future wore the strangest undergarments he had ever seen. A low, almost vicious snarl escaped his ancient lips as a soft, once timid, hand brazenly squeezed at the throbbing, taut skin of his shaft; almost causing him to peak in his hamaka as he screwed his eyes shut tightly. A sharp whine, sounding close to a whimper, rattled from his throat as the gentle explorer relented, its owner obviously unsure and concerned.

 

“Do not stop unless I tell you to.” The demon lord commanded; his tone authoritative and unapologetic as the more dominating side of his personality took over.

 

“I didn't want to hurt you.” Keiko argued as she took offense to his less then romantic orders. She had all ready stipulated this was her first time. If she was doing something wrong couldn't he just tell her without getting all….snippy?

 

“That,” Sesshoumaru argued as he glared at her with red tinted eyes, the tip of his nose lightly brushing her own, “Is impossible.” He growled as he bared his fangs menacingly at her in sickly sadistic grin.

 

Keiko's eyes narrowed as lust quickly became overshadowed by anger. It was funny, she supposed, how easily the two seemingly conflicting emotions could replace each other. A second ago all she wanted was to hear him scream in pleasure, and now, all she wanted was to see him grimace in pain. Without a second thought her hand wrapped itself more firmly around the demon lord's shaft as she attempted to crush it with all her might.

 

To Keiko's utter disbelief, Sesshoumaru's eyes rolled back in his head as he lovingly nibbled on the tender skin of her neck and growled in pleasure.

 

Another soft growl rumbled free of the demon lord's chest as his hips began to undulate against her unyielding grip. `No more waiting!' His beast snarled. `Claim her!' It insisted.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyelids fluttered momentarily as he eyed the now reddish patch of flesh while fighting for control of his body. If he was going to claim her now, he decided, he would do so while inside her. There was simply no reason to drag things out any longer.

 

“Release me.” Sesshoumaru commanded, his tone once again gentle and reassuring, as he gently nipped at the skin of the young woman's shoulder.

 

“But…” Keiko began to argue, her grip quickly relenting as a gentle clawed finger found its way to the glistening folds of her sex; the demon lord apparently anxious to move on to …other things.

 

“Oh …Sesshoumaru…” She moaned as a large foreign finger easily slipped between her folds to embed itself in her warm, welcoming body.

 

“Oh……Oh kami.” Keiko faltered as the prodding digit carefully explored regions of her body she had no clue even existed. “Oh ….yes.” She exclaimed again, arching her back and tossing her head to the other side, as the finger brushed against a spot that drove her absolutely insane.

 

Keiko's fuzzy eyes opened as she frantically panted for breath. The pleasure coursing through her system was gathering in the pit of her stomach, gifting her with a brief moment of clarity, before her mind quickly became muddled by the sensuous fog again.

 

“What?” She questioned breathlessly, locking eyes with the demon above her, as he stared at her with the most peculiar of expressions.

 

Sesshoumaru continued to stare; apparently refusing to answer her question, as his finger lightly stroked the sensitive spot again, causing Keiko's eyes to roll back in her head.

 

“Oh gods!” Keiko whimpered, her face contorting into a mask of pure bliss, as she quickly forgot her question and buried her fingers into the demon lord's shoulders. A talented finger sensuously caressed the spot again and again, its rhythm increasing, until all she could do was tremble as she clung to her silent tormentor as if her life depended on it.

 

“Oh…my…..” She moaned loudly, the world suddenly melting away, as the sound of her own screams became muffled by the rush of pleasure that permeated every inch of her body. Her mouth worked silently, she shivered, and colors flashing before her closed eyes as her climax overtook her with staggering ferocity. Her legs clamped down around the demon lord's hand as if she was afraid he would suddenly withdraw it and leave her whimpering and alone.

 

“That was…” Keiko moaned, slowly catching her breath, as her orgasm receded. Slowly she released the hold her thighs held on his hand as he gently pulled the digit free of her body before bringing it to his lips. She shivered as he withdrew and shivered again as she watched him suck the forgotten finger into his mouth.

 

“The first of many.” Sesshoumaru promised seductively as he rolled over so that his knees were between her thighs, the tip of his manhood lightly prodding at her entrance.

 

“Sesshoumaru…” Keiko moaned; the tip of his manhood teasing her clit, as her seemingly boneless body lay against the forest floor. “Oh… gods.” She practically whimpered, her once limp body suddenly springing to life, as, after coating himself in her juices, the demon slowly impaled her with a long tempered sigh.

 

“Keiko,” The taiyoukai whispered gruffly, enjoying the way her name sounded on his lips, as he paused at the barrier of her maidenhead to affectionately nuzzle the side of her face. “There will be pain.” He warned apologetically as he silently cursed his missing limb for the first time.

 

Keiko nodded in response, her arms wrapping around his neck, as she pressed her lips against his in silent consent.

 

Not wanting to draw things out any further, Sesshoumaru buried himself inside her body, flinching slightly as their once tender kiss was interrupted by her quiet cry of pain. His chest rumbled, in a comforting sort of way, as he lightly licked the side of his lover's lips in an apologetic fashion. He closed his eyes as he tried not to focus on how tight her body was, or how warm and wet she felt around him. He fought against the urge to growl as he silently waited for some sign from the woman beneath him to continue.

 

Sesshoumaru's senses were so alert, so attune for anything that might let him lose himself in her presence that he nearly thrust into her with reckless abandon when a distant buzzing noise suddenly registered to his ears.

 

A loud, vicious, feral, and disturbing snarl escaped the demon lord's mouth causing Keiko's eyes to shoot open in terror. “What's wrong?” She questioned timidly as she wondered if the demon above her had suddenly changed his mind and was now going to kill her.

 

“Get dressed.” Sesshoumaru commanded, quickly throwing her kimono over her naked body, as he severed their connection with inhuman grace and speed.

 

He dressed so quickly Keiko made herself dizzy trying to watch him. “Wh---Why?” She faltered as she held the piece of silk to her chest, “What did I…” She paused as the faint sound of bees caused him to look off into the distance. “What's that noise?” She questioned quietly as she wrapped her kimono around her body before hastily tying the sash.

 

“Naraku.” Sesshoumaru stated ominously, pulling tojin free of his waist, as he tentatively sniffed the air.

 

The bottom suddenly dropped out of Keiko's stomach as the dizzy feeling quickly returned.

 

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“Inu Yasha…” Kagome chastised quietly from her place against the hanyou's back. “You're going to drop me.” She predicted distressfully as the placement of her friend's hands caused her to squirm.

 

“Will ….not.” Inu Yasha grunted as he struggled to maintain his pace through the forest while surreptitiously twisting an arm at an odd angle behind him. She hadn't let him help her since the incident with the monk, the horny hanyou rationalized, and beating the lecherous twit was no longer alleviating his frustrations. If they couldn't find some privacy he would just have to settle for the next best thing.

 

“You're going to pull something.” Kagome scolded, wrapping her arm more firmly around his neck, as the gentle prick of claws against the edge of her panties caused her to gasp.

 

“Feh.” He argued unintelligibly.

 

“The others will hear.” Kagome hissed as she felt a slender finger slip under the fabric covering her center.

 

“Then…..be….quiet.” Inu Yasha groused as he silently wondered how noticeable it would be if he just carried the young miko in front of him.

 

“Inu Yasha?” Kagome whispered, a strange buzzing noise suddenly catching her attention, despite the fact that the slender digit was slowly working its way between her folds.

 

“Kagome…” Inu Yasha purred, obviously more then a little distracted, as Kagome suddenly yanked on his ear.

 

“No….not,” She squirmed away from the finger, ignoring the way her puppy companion whined. “Don't you hear that?” She questioned.

 

“Bees!” Inu Yasha exclaimed as his hand instantly locked on to the back of her knee. `How the hell had I missed that?' He silently questioned as he quickly trotted after the source of the sound.

 

“Hold on tight Kagome!” Inu Yasha bellowed as he effortlessly bounded into the trees.