InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Protector ❯ Passion Play ( Chapter 17 )

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Inuyasha, it's the sole property of Goddess Romiko Takahashi, and I cannot take credit for her genius.

 

Kagome is a college student unaware of the mortal peril she is in. He's a bitter silver - haired Adonis with a checkered past and a vow to protect humans. So when the two meet, it's a given that fireworks follow…

 

Chapter dedicated to Starlight -Wild Koneko for being reviewer number 250! Also, a fervent thanks to those who prayed for the souls of my friends Shanti & Aman. Your good wishes helped me get through this difficult time.

 

 

 

Chapter 17

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Passion Plays!

 

 

Anger and frustration pulsed through him, at the ridiculous situation he found himself in. 

 

Despite being sheathed to the hilt in the warm flesh of a naked temptress, he felt nothing for her, his desire dissipating with each passing second. Even as he stared at her, one hand holding her in place as she moved on him, he realised that he was empty inside, totally hollow of any kind of feelings at all. For her, a girl that he had quite enjoyed being with. A girl who had made his pulse quicken and his shaft harden. A girl who till about five minutes ago, he wanted badly. A girl who now, he couldn't even bear to look at. The sudden change in his desire clearly couldn't be a good sign. And that only fueled his anger, building a slow burn that was making his gut churn.

 

He had been extremely eager when he had taken her to bed, even warning her that this was a night she would never forget. He had been hoping that by his actions he would purge his strange lust into her pliant body. And that he'd be done with it, once and for all. But instead, it had taken just a few minutes for him to realise that he had made a terrible mistake. The lust, the desire, the want had all fled leaving in place a hollow boredom that made him want to scream. He had been desperate to get over it...but not like this. Never like this!

 

Her small moans, her frenzied movements, all indicated that she was enjoying herself and so, feeling guilty at the betrayal that he had committed if only in his mind, he let her use his body. Her head was thrown back as she moved over him, exposing her long, pale neck to him, a sight that never failed to heat him up. Today, however, he could have been looking at a piece of statuary for all that the sight evoked in him. Nothing appealed to him - not the feel of her tight heat gripping his hardness, not her swirling scent, and definitely not the sound of his name on her soft lips.

 

He knew exactly what had gone wrong. One minute he had been pumping into the girl, his heated body slamming into her and making her moan in appreciation, and the next minute, a face had swum across his closed eyelids, making him falter in his rhythm. A face that should not have appeared in his thought at such a time, a face that drew the breath from his chest and left him frozen. Rin's face!

 

And, that had sealed the deal for him. The slight accusatory look in Rin's limpid-pool eyes and the sad smile on her face had made him want to shrivel up. He was not doing anything wrong, as far as she was concerned, but guilt still hit him like a punch to the gut. After that, he could not have continued even if his life depended on it. Neither could he withdraw from the aroused girl since for some reason, his muscles had turned to water. It had taken great willpower for him to just flip their positions, so that she would not notice that he had gone slack-jawed like a village idiot. Of course, it also afforded him with the time to think things through. If she took it as a sign for her to ride him, well, it was no skin off his nose. It was hardly he had been in a female that he felt no desire for. All he wanted was for her to finish her joy-ride and move off him. The only problem was that, going by the small gasps she let slip every now and then, she seemed to enjoy being on him too much to want to leave.

 

Why had Rin's face evoked feelings of disquiet in him? He shouldn't care what she thought since this had nothing to do with her. Of course, he should not have been thinking of Rin at all when he was with someone else. That was just plain wrong. But, even worse was the fact that he had immediately wanted Rin to be the one who was fucking him. For her to be the one moaning, groaning and moving over him. Wrong, wrong, horribly wrong!  

 

Despite knowing that it was despicable, the thought was exciting him. A mixture of desperation and arousal drove him and he squeezed his eyes shut. Moving fast, he flipped them over, once again, covering her flushed, trembling body with his own. Not even pausing to let her catch her breath, he gripped her hips with his clawed hands and began thrusting at a punishing pace, the force of his movements rocking her entire body. He should have been elated that his mysterious ailment had disappeared except for one tiny problem. In his mind, behind closed lids, it was Rin who he was fucking mercilessly. It was her fragile body that he was riding, her soft voice that was asking him to go even faster, her sweet scent that spiked and swirled around him. The power of the illusion was so great that within moments he had pushed her off the edge, following soon after.

 

Even as he landed back to earth in a state of bliss, his body boneless with pleasure, Inuyasha wanted to howl. Rin was Miroku's girl - his best friend's girl - and he had just committed a serious sin, even if it was only in his mind. As if that was not disquieting enough, he realised that he wanted to turn the sick little fantasy into reality. Not only because he had promised to make her submit, though that was a big part of it, but because she had kissed him and run away as if the hounds of hell were after her. That, when he knew that she was a slut who moved from male to male as a bee collecting pollen flitted from flower to flower, was a slap to his ego. She was a challenge, a tease, a mystery...and Kami knew that he loved a mystery.

 

Despite his fascination with her, he had held himself back, not wanting to hurt his friendship with Miroku. He had come close to losing it, when he had seen Rin pinned to the tree by Kouga. Her helplessness had triggered a strong feeling of want in him that he might have succumbed to if Miroku had not made an entry. After the strong bout of jealousy that his normally morally corrupt friend had displayed while beating Kouga, Inuyasha had realised that Rin would have to be off-limits. And so he had sought to sake his lust for Rin in another. He had called Akane, a girl who had not shunned him for his heritage and who was one of the few that he actually liked doing the deed with. He had had a history with the shy beauty who was always willing to oblige him in a romp or two. It had started promisingly enough, making him believe that the episode was behind him but then look how that had turned out. He still burned for Rin, wanting nothing more than to plow into her body and to plunder her soft mouth. How the fates must laugh at him! The poor hanyou lusting for a slut who didn't want him! How low could he fall before he finally crashed!

 

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Alone in her room, Kagome stared at the door in apprehension.

 

Kikyou had left moments ago, still chuckling wildly. Kagome was unsure what about the whole situation the youkai found funny. Was it the fact that Kagome had been lusting after the youkai's acquaintance or was it the fact that Kikyou had been mistaken about Moonie's identity? Whatever it had been, it had left her quivering with mirth. Sure, there had been an edge, a darkness to her merriment that Kagome had not seen earlier. Still, Kikyou had been in too fine a mood for Kagome to question her about it.

 

Now, of course, nerves set in. Kikyou had set off immediately after her proclamation, leaving Kagome perplexed and unsure. She had not even had time to ask the youkai about Moonie's real name since she figured calling him Moonie to his face would not be appreciated.

 

Kagome fidgeted a bit, wondering what she should do. Should she wear something slinky and sexy, or would that smack of desperation? Should she be casual at his appearance as if she was expecting him or should she act surprised? Should she...should she do this, at all? 

 

The thought came to her that she might have dreamt about this moment but now was when it would translate to reality. She was at that crucial crossroad where she had to make a decision, a decision that could have an important impact on her life. Despite her brave words to Sango while defending her actions, if she did this, in essence she would be giving her body, her innocence, her trust to a complete stranger. So far, he had only harmed her pride in their first meeting and robbed her of her good sense at the second. Who knew what else he could take from her besides the status of 'virgin' in this meeting.

 

Then again, he was a handsome devil. Not only could his smoldering golden eyes weaken her knees and set her afire, but he was extremely skilful in making her lose more than her inhibitions and morals, and making her want. His touches, his kisses, his words all had taken her to heights she had not imagined. In addition, he had been compassionate about her fears, taking the time and effort to soothe her and make her feel comfortable with him.

 

She groaned in irritation, her thoughts see-sawing from one extreme to the other. Not being able to come to any decision regarding him, she dropped her head into her arms in dismay.

 

And then nearly jumped out of her skin, when a deep, dark voice whispered into her ear. "Why so sad, Ka-go-me?"

 

Alarmed at how he had managed to get behind her, Kagome leapt up and scrambled away, looking over her shoulder. To her surprise, there was nothing there. Still, she was sure she had not imagined Moonie's sexy voice in her ear. She sat on her bed and stared at the corner as if hoping to find him in some crease of her bedcover. Finding nothing, her eyes roved the room to finally land on him. He was standing against the far window, his arms crossed against his chest, staring at her with that expressionless face. 

 

A delightful shiver trickled up her spine, as she beheld the gorgeous creature in front of her. Framed as he was against the window, the twilight reflected a myriad shades against his silver locks. Even though he was dressed in a plain white shirt and blue jeans, he looked better than any runway model. His face was as placid as a mill pool, but his eyes...his eyes scorched her with their sensual heat. A small smirk grew on his face at her unabashed perusal, a smile that only drew attention to those soft lips that had introduced her to a sort of pleasure she had not imagined possible. He was only standing in one corner of the room and still his quiet strength and magnetic charm was playing havoc with her senses. Equal parts of anxiety and anticipation drove her heart, till it was ready to gallop out of her chest. And still, he made no move towards her.

 

"I believe we were quite rudely interrupted. Should we resume from where we left off?"

 

Kagome gasped as the words were again whispered directly in her ear. Since she was looking extremely intently at her gorgeous youkai, she knew for a fact that he had not spoken the words aloud. Marveling at his talents, she wet her lips to reply in the affirmative. Then not trusting her voice, she simply nodded knowing that the youkai's piercing gaze would not miss the slight movement. There was no apparent change in him, but his gaze grew sharper and Kagome could read his intent as clearly as if he had shouted it aloud. Today, there would be no submission on his part. No longer would he hold himself back to pander to her. Today was all about dominating and taking for him. He wanted her and nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted.

 

She should have been alarmed at that knowledge. After all, knowing that a fierce youkai was intent on bedding you was not something that you could be easy about, especially if you were a protected girl whose biggest adventure with the opposite sex had been stolen kisses at the doorstep to her house. Instead, for some reason, the certainty of his intention and the strength of his want melted her fear and apprehension away. Knowing that he would not falter or be diverted from his objective - from her - gave her an odd sense of confidence. In addition, she trusted him enough to know that he would never intentionally harm her and that she would enjoy whatever he would offer to her. Her mind made up, she nodded, again, to let him know that she understood what he was telling her.

 

Seconds turned into minutes. Kagome remained frozen, waiting for the youkai to cross the room to her. Dark anticipation flickered in her stomach, and it was almost too much for her to bear when he remained immobile, staring at her with those blazing, soul scorching eyes. Impatient with this waiting game, she opened her mouth to speak, when the velvety voice in her ear blew all thoughts away from her. "Tell me, Kagome, what do you want?"

 

She licked her lips, and noticed his eyes drop to her lips before meeting her eyes again. Her stomach lurched pleasantly and she felt almost breathless at the expression on his face. Even with a hundred words at her disposal she would not have been able to describe the magic that the youkai was weaving in her. And, he had not even laid a finger on her. She wondered whether she would combust once he touched her. Melting in the molten lava of his bottomless eyes, she whispered breathlessly. “You!” 

 

Immediately, a triumphant smile warmed his face. Even as she gaped at the intolerable beauty that the smile unleashed, a phantom hand touched her face. The invisible hand stroked along her jaw and neck, before trailing ever so lightly across her collarbone. She shivered at the light caresses, goosebumps trailing the hand's path. How just a few minute touches could make her body hum in this manner, could make her crave so much was beyond her. She longed for more than those minute touches but remembering that good things come to those who wait, she focused on enjoying his exploration of her body.

 

From her collarbone, a single warm finger moved down the vale of her clothed breasts, even as she moaned in disappointment. She had been anticipating the teasing touches on her breasts, and her plump mounds throbbed with displeasure as the youkai cruelly took the middle path. She wanted more, needed more, and knew that he was deliberately teasing her. She squirmed in protest but the finger moved relentlessly down her body till it reached her waist where the robe's belt was tied. Within seconds, the robe was spread open, revealing her lace-clad body to his ravenous eyes. She knew that the skimpy black lace bra and matching panties would remain intact only for mere seconds once they came in contact with his claws, and yet could not find it in her to interrupt his intense perusal even to remove them. His keen interest was betrayed by the sudden tension in the muscles of his chest and arms, reminding her of a predator getting ready to spring on his prey. Despite the evident interest he made no move to come closer, instead upping his stroking and teasing of her body with those phantom hands. Lower and lower, they moved, unerringly pulled down by the gravity of her rampant arousal.

 

She took a deep breath when the hands began tracing the outlines of her panties. She threw her head back, her body supported by her hands, her legs opening ever so slightly to allow the hands better access. Even though the fingers never strayed close to where she was desperate to have them, the sheer eroticism of it, made her blood sing. She had no idea where the next touch would land on her body, where he would apply his skills to torment and tease her, and the anticipation of it all drove her higher. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, as his unabashed gratification of her continued and she fisted the sheets, arching, seeking some sort of relief from the intense flood of feeling. 

 

Heavy, pleasure-laden eyes rolled helplessly towards the youkai who was pleasuring her, and then she froze. The stoic expression and casual pose he effected from across the room, even as he played her body in such an intimate manner, snapped something in her. The lack of control for her in this endeavour added with the disinterested look on his face, was enough to rile her up. She instinctively knew that she was being toyed with and did not appreciate the feeling. Running on unadulterated desire, she had accepted her stoic youkai's silent offer, but this was not satisfying her need to touch him and to feel him against her, to feel him in her. A soft, yet authoritative voice piped up from some oft-neglected area of her mind to tell her that she deserved more than this. That she was not to be trifled with. That if she wanted to get some satisfaction for the delicious hunger in her stomach, she should take matters into her own hands.

 

Without thought or understanding, Kagome threw out a hand to summon the motionless youkai. But, to her shock, immediately felt his hot, sculpted chest under her fingertips, even though he was across the room. Wondering at the unique experience, she moved her hand cautiously and was immensely satisfied to see him flinch, even as she felt his muscles quiver under her finger. Obviously, she was not hallucinating, since he had felt her caress and she had felt him feel it. A small grin broke out at the look of horror on his face, as she let her hands move over him.

 

Sesshomaru cursed vilely under his breath. By all the ancestors, he could not understand how Kagome could be so stupid as to try to needle his already fragile control. From the moment he had entered the room in his true form, his only thought had been of entering her body. But he also knew that in his current sexual frenzy he would take her without finesse and care, like a rutting animal. So, he had deliberately kept his distance from her, trying to repair his tattered control and reign in his agitated youkai. Then again, she had looked so delectable and so inviting in that twice-cursed robe that he could not help not doing something. He had tried, Kami knows he had tried, to keep it simple. To caress her body with his youki in the least desirable ways, so that he would get time and opportunity to relax. However, he had not calculated on the feel of her silken skin stimulating his already raging desire and of her soft gasps spiking his need to hear his name from those velvety lips. Or of her scent drugging him more potently than any contraband could ever hope of doing.

 

And then, she had turned the tables on him. Somehow, she had been able to direct her ki in the same way as he did his youki, to touch him. If he was earlier only aroused, then now he was boiling with need. Her soft lips parted as she rolled over to her side, propping her head in one hand, as she used the other to guide her ki over his jaw and lips, before tracing his markings. Despite his determination to not let her know of his inner turmoil, he could not help a gasp escape his lips at the much too pleasurable tingle caused by her ki coming in contact with his markings. The curving of her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes, told him that it was vain to hope that she had missed his moment of weakness. It seemed that while the holy power did not harm him, every time it came in contact with his skin it gave him minute shocks, shocks that were more pleasurable than harmful. His knees wobbled as her ki dipped across the flat planes of his stomach, moving past his navel. The sensation was so debilitating that it was a wonder that he could stand much less think of moving to her. A soft groan, which for him was akin to a scream, betrayed his pleasure at her manipulations. 

 

Kagome was entranced. It seemed that Moonie was no less affected by her than she was of him. Seeing him come undone by whatever she was doing, was intensely satisfying and quite erotic. For she could feel every tremor, every shiver that he desperately tried to hide. Knowing that she was the one to bring the proud youkai to that state gave her odd thrills. She redoubled her efforts, her `hands' mapping his entire body with impunity. Bright eyes watched his silent struggle in a thrall. Finally, having had enough of the barriers posed by his clothes and wanting to feel his skin, she attempted to divest him of his shirt. Even though she bungled in the efforts, since she was still not sure exactly how she was doing this, he got the hint and removed the offensive piece of clothing. And, rapidly moved towards her, his darkened honey eyes promising her a world of pleasure.

 

Within moments he had joined her on the bed, shredding her bra and panties with impatient flicks of his claws. The feral light in his eyes intensified before he dipped his head and kissed her forcefully. He burned with an unholy need for her and the intensity of the emotion left him breathless. Sesshomaru Taisho, the pinnacle of discipline and decorum, was unraveling even as he plundered Kagome's willing mouth, his entire body pressed against her soft curves.

 

Not that Kagome was any more in control. The feel of his hard body molded against her own, even as he fused her to him in a soul-searing kiss, had left her pretty much sapped her of all ability to think. All she could think was 'Finally!' and revel in the flood of feeling. Her hands tangled in his long locks, and then began tracing the hard contours of his fascinating body. Suddenly he wrenched his mouth away, holding his body away from hers on unsteady hands. She noticed that his eyes were closed, his face screwed up in intense concentration. Alarmed, she stroked his arms, "What's the matter?"

 

His arms trembled at her touch, his voice hoarse and low with need. "Give me a minute. I must control myself. I have to!"

 

Even though the words gave Kagome an odd sense of pride, she thought he was talking himself out of being with her. A little panicky, she tried to draw him down to her. "Why? Just let your self go." She reached down and tentatively rubbed his hard length through his jeans. "I know you want to."

 

Sesshomaru growled softly, pleasantly surprised by her bold move. "I can't lose control. If I did, my youkai would take you without finesse, like an animal, and that is unacceptable to this Sess...to me. You are yet untried, and I won't have your first time be so harsh."

 

Kagome froze at the slip-up, her wandering hand stilling. "Sess...Is that your name?"

 

Now that the contact was broken, he felt worse that before. Shaking his head minutely to dispel the red haze of lust from his head, he answered brokenly. "Yes…Sessy...that's my name." 

 

A small impish smile bloomed on her face, as her hands swept across the quivering marble chest held above her. "Pleased to meet you, Sessy. Now would you mind fucking me good and proper?" She leaned up and bit him on his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, to punctuate her demand.

 

The youkai's eyes blazed red for a second as her primitive move momentarily dissolved his rigid control. In less than a flash, he ripped off his trousers and wedged himself between her legs, pinning her arms to the side. He panted at the effort of keeping his youkai at bay even as he nuzzled and nipped at her neck. Evidence of her delicious arousal swirled around his head, intoxicating him, drawing him in and he could not help but grind his pelvis against hers. Her ragged moan tugged at him and he took a deep breath to clear his mind. Though his eyes were back to that mesmerizing dark honey, there was an edge of desperation to his movements that made Kagome feel even more wanton than before. He rested his forehead against hers, taking deep breaths. "It would be my pleasure! But...Just slow down, we have all the time in the world. Let's go slowly. You would enjoy it more."

 

He didn't know why he felt so strongly about this but he wanted her to remember the time with him fondly. And taking her like a crazed animal would only end up hurting her. Being considerate had not been in his plan when he had stepped into the room but between that time and now, he had changed his intentions. Now he wanted to savour her, slowly, like a rare, fine brandy. But it seemed that Kagome had no intention of cooperating. If only she knew what she risked unleashing on herself if he lost control.

 

Making a concerted effort to slow things down, he began raining small kisses down her chest and then hungrily nibbled on her sensitive breasts. She gasped as he carefully grazed her tender peaks with his sharp fangs, the exquisiteness of it making the already wound coil in her belly tense exponentially. She was so close, that she did not want him...Sessy...to go slow. It was as if she had been taken over by someone else, a someone who was more demanding and wanton, a someone who was extremely impatient with the slow pace that the youkai was setting. She pulled his head up by his hair, and holding his head between her hands, kissed him passionately. Opening her mouth, she thrust her tongue into him, acting the aggressor, a low animal growl coming deep from her chest. "No! I want...you...now! Take me!" She moved her lower body against him sinuously, enjoying the feel of his hardness against her heat. 

 

Shuddering, he dueled with her tongue, her words and actions almost driving him off the edge. Almost. It was only the legendary control that had been built into him over the years that stopped him from obeying her. Then again, his control had already given way once. Swiftly, he smoothed his hands over her body, reaching between her legs to ready her. She gave a sigh as he touched her moist folds and bucked into his hand. "Yes!"  

 

Within moments, his finger had slid into her, caressing her as deeply as was possible. Another finger joined the other, stretching her, filling her, till her body was just a font of never-ending bliss. She arched, gasping, any residual discomfort melting away as passion built and she inched higher towards the blazing sun. 

 

Kagome blazed, but despite the wonder of it all there was a certain...gap. As if it was still not enough. As if she was still incomplete. And, then she knew. Pulling at his locks, she lifted him up from his task to meet her desperate eyes, even as her other hand trailed across his body. "Please, Sessy! I want you inside me!"

 

Sesshomaru's hand stilled. The words had roused his youkai again and he needed a moment to regain the reigns of control. His youkai wanted to take her hard and fast, and he warred with his instincts to be considerate and gentle. Even as his body rebelled against his plan, demanding her wet, delicious heat, he froze. His teeth gritted, he tried to ignore the feather-light brushes of her hand on his body.

 

And, that was the last straw as far as Kagome was concerned. She rose up, rubbing every inch of herself against him, and whispered in his ear. "Perhaps, if you really are not interested, I should go find another who-"

 

His vaulted control smashed to smithereens by her taunting, he pushed her down on the bed, lifting himself above her. His eyes shone red, his markings even more stark against his pale skin. A growl rumbled from deep within his chest. "You! Now you've done it!" Managing to position himself between her legs without any resistance, he pushed her legs wider. Determination and desire shone in his eyes, the muscles in his back bunching as he prepared to take her. Slowly but without hesitation, his hard length pushed into her slick heat. She was a tight fit, despite his having worked her with his fingers. He could see her biting her lip and fisting the sheets as he worked to penetrate her fully, moving in small increments so that she could get used to his size. And, then he was fully in her, surrounded by her slick heat.

 

She had initially felt some discomfort at his invasion of her body, but he was so careful and slow, that it was soon washed away in the surge of feeling. The feeling of being filled, of being totally joined with another…with him in the most intimate of positions, and oh, ...the strong, hard feeling of him! It felt as if there had been a hole in her that he had filled, making her whole again.

 

She could feel his body almost trembling with need and effort, as he held himself stiff and unmoving, one hand gliding over her body in wide sweeps. The red had receded somewhat from his eyes, as he peered into her face, trying to gauge his reception. Recognizing his consideration for her inexperience, and yet impatient with it, she rotated her hips slightly to get him to move. A swift indrawn breath later, a smirk painted his face. With no great hurry, as if she was not all but combusting with need, he withdrew from her. She grasped his hips and pulled him and he moved willingly on to her. Then he withdrew just as slowly, as she once again pulled him back to her. In and out, they built a strong rhythm, gasps and wordless mutterings punctuating their powerful mating. 

 

Sesshomaru was in bliss. Being in her was much better than any of his most lurid fantasies. She was hot, wet and Kami, so fucking snug. It was amazing how at home he felt in her. Even though she was inexperienced, she knew what she wanted and was single minded in getting it. And, for that he was thankful. He could not help the slow rumbling from deep in his chest that betrayed his inner beast's pleasure, as he thrust into her tight core. He could tell that she was enjoying the vibrations that the deep growls produced, as she moaned in delight at the sensations, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his pulsating chest.

 

He stared at the flushed face of the girl beneath him and wondered if he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. Half-lidded eyes drunk on desire stared back into his pink eyes, even as one hand rubbed his markings, while the other hand was wound around his shoulder, bracing her against the relentless pounding.

 

Kagome could not believe the sensations that being with Sessy was awakening in her. All that troublesome longing in her belly was being satisfied by the smooth, even thrusts of her own personal six foot pleasure package. Never had she imagined, it would be so...so... so heady, so perfect. It was frightening to see how vulnerable she was with him but at the same time, she knew that he would catch her if she fell, that she was safe with him. She held onto him, her only anchor in this world of pleasure. 

 

His hand crept across her collarbone, then down to her right breast and began kneading it gently, his lethal claws scratching the pebbled nipple. She gasped again and then moaned, when he began thrusting at a faster pace. The coil in her belly had been wound to an impossible level and she felt herself walking a thin edge, when Sesshy swooped down to claim her lips in a dominating kiss, his tongue thrusting in her possessively. Immediately, her world shattered, throwing her of the edge into an inescapable abyss. She arched even as she fell from the heights, screaming his name to the heavens, before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed, her limbs quivering from the after-effects of that much pleasure. 

 

Sesshomaru had known that she was close and had kissed her with the full intention of pushing her over the edge. He almost howled when she orgasmed, for her walls clamped on him, squeezing him till it was a hair's breadth away from being painful. Then again, hearing his name from her lips in that husky tone, almost undid him. But, he was taiyoukai. He clenched his fangs, refusing to let Kagome, sexy siren that she was, direct his actions. Plus, he wanted her first time to be memorable, for his pride would not let it be anything but superlative for her. So, no, he was not finished with his little roommate. He would make her regret teasing him with that cursed robe and for rushing him when he wanted to ease into her. With that thought in his mind, he continued to thrust gently into her, wanting to prolong it for her as long as possible, even as she shuddered while coming down from her high. At that moment had she seen his face, she would have been a little afraid, for a devilish smirk shone on his handsome face. But pleasantly satisfied with the youkai's playing of her body, her eyes were shut, as she drifted towards sleep.

 

Sesshomaru stopped his slow movements, leaning down and whispering in her ear. "Kagome..."

 

The girl fought the lassitude that had seeped though her very bones, and tried to open her eyes. "Hmmm..." His soft voice had skimmed her senses, triggering something warm in her. Her eyes fluttered open to see his serious golden eyes scanning her face intently. When he remained quiet, she prodded him. "What is it, Sessy?"

 

A light roared to life in his eyes but he moved not a muscle, his broad arms holding his torso above her. "Tell me, Kagome, truthfully, did...did you enjoy it? Were you...satisfied?"

 

She flushed, her entire body pinking at the memories of just how much she had enjoyed it. It wasn't just that she still felt overwhelmed with what she had done with the unbelievable god towering over her. It was more than just sex with a stranger. It was the way he had gazed at her with unbridled desire, how he had tried to be gentle for her sake, how he had driven her wild with his expertise, how he had made her first time a special event...it was all him. And to top it all, that hesitant question betraying his concern for her pleasure. Her heart twitched as she all but melted. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled him down for a deep kiss. As their tongues tangled, she felt his hunger for her and felt herself soar. Whispering against him, she tried to pour out what she felt in the form of words, her hands roaming across his body, trying to memorise the strong shape of his body. "It was better than anything I could imagine. I have craved this intimacy for such a long time, but I was glad that I waited all this time. For my patience paid off in you. Satisfied? I was blown away by you, Sessy. Thank you for making this a most memorable night."

 

His somber demeanor melted leaving in its place a devilish smirk. He licked a blaze down the pale column of her neck, before nipping at her skin there. "Who says I'm through with you?" To emphasize his point he moved in her, still hard as a rock.

 

Kagome gaped at him, even as a soft moan slipped from her. She had not even realised that he was still inside her, it had felt so comfortable and natural for him to be there. She flushed, again, her entire upper body pinking at his close scrutiny. "I...thought you...I didn't realise..."

 

He was enjoying her embarrassment. He chuckled softly, and moved again, causing her eyes to roll back. "Kagome, Kagome, I warned you not to push me. But, you were too eager to listen to me. Now, I'm still hungry and guess what I want?"

 

His claws had been scratching her sides lightly, raising goosebumps across her skin, and absolutely muddling her ability to think. All she knew was that he was hungry for her and that knowledge started a little fire in her belly that spread across her body. The heat of the moment left her a little breathless and she stared into his blazing eyes. "Then what are you waiting for?" She rotated her hips, a shy smile on her face.  

 

The youkai's smirk grew. He rubbed his hands slowly down her sweaty body, taking care to stimulate her with each circular sweep that his hands made, his gaze following his hands' path intently. On arriving at waist, he reached behind him to raise her legs and place them over his broad, strong shoulders, opening her even wider. He heard Kagome's gasp but ignored it as he caressed her satin thighs and lightly nipped both her calves. Then he leant forward to kiss her soft lips. "This may be a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll enjoy it. Trust me!"

 

His prophecy had increased her ardour as she all but clawed at his back when he began moving. While the position was not the most comfortable one, it paid off, since in this way he was reaching deep into her, deeper than she thought was possible. Her cries of pleasure were unending, as he rammed into her with increasing urgency. His hands kept her steady as he plumbed her hot, tight depths. The force of his thrusts shook her entire body pushing her back slowly but steadily, and despite his efforts to hold her steady, he could not keep her locked in position, losing the much needed traction. 

 

A soft growl later, he pulled out of her, removing her legs from his shoulders and sitting back on his haunches. A befuddled Kagome, already half-way to her second peak, rose on her elbows to regard him carefully. "Sessy...?"

 

Pink with pleasure, with her hair flowing freely around her, and her lust-glazed eyes, Kagome looked so utterly fuckable that he could honestly say that she never looked better to him. Ignoring his raging hardness, he leant forward and wrapping his hands in her wild tresses, roughly pulled her to him for a fierce kiss. Not that she seemed to mind. In fact, she eagerly accepted his rough kisses, kissing him back with a remarkable ardour. It seemed as if their entire world had collapsed to only focus only on the other's mouth. He trailed his claws lightly across her body, making sure to hit all her sensitive spots so that she was suitably mellow for what he proposed next.

 

Carefully, he partially unleashed his inner beast, his eyes turning blood-red while his markings grew more prominent. Letting his canine instincts guide him, he broke away from her and flipped her over to her stomach, placing a hand on the small of her back to keep her immobile. Kagome made a sound of surprise and a feeble attempt to right herself, before relaxing suddenly, a soft "You are such a dog!" and a giggle conveying her understanding of the situation. She looked back over her shoulder, unvarnished desire painted on her face. He began to pant softly, as he took in her submissive posture which excited him to the greatest exponential. To his beast, it was a most erotic sight, the way her spine curved delicately down to her plump, perfect bottom. The way her flawless skin shone, rippling with goosebumps induced by his stare.

 

Sesshomaru had thought that his over-amorous beast would try to assume control in a frenzy to sheath himself in Kagome's flesh, and so was pleasantly surprised when the beast restrained himself. He leaned forward to kiss Kagome softly, before raining small kisses down her spinal column, one vertebra at a time. He knew from his experience as Kikyou, that this was guaranteed to make her squirm with pleasure, and he was right. Each press of his lips was followed by a moan from her, her body all but undulating because of the stimulation.

 

Kagome knew what the deal was as soon as soon as she had seen his eyes change colour. Knowing that the inuyoukai was following his Inu instincts, she had expected and even anticipated a rough ride. So the shower of kisses on her heated skin was an unexpected bonus that made her body tingle most pleasantly and make her belly flutter and clench.

 

Relentlessly, he made his way lower, before nipping one plump cheek and growling softly. He then similarly marked its twin, taking care that his razor sharp fangs did not harm her in any way. He then spread her legs wider, and slightly lifted her lower half, bending to sniff her core. He rubbed his nose against her clit, stimulating it unmercifully even as he inhaled and exhaled against her sensitive lips. Her pulse, immediately, went haywire, her desire soaring through the roof. She cried out and moved restlessly, eager to get him to place his mouth on the part of her that burned for his touch.

 

He, however, could no longer ignore his body's needs. Withdrawing from her, he sat up, gently pushing her hips till she was on all fours. He smirked at her eagerness, and kneaded her ass before sweeping his hands across her back, till he reached her shoulders. He pressed down on them, and once again, she understood his intentions, lowering her upper body till the weight of her body rested on her forearm. That left her backside raised in the air, and it looked so tempting that he nipped it again. His anticipation increased ten-fold, his shaft pulsating with a savage need to bury itself in her. Equal parts of excitement and need drove him, as he slowly pushed into her warm, wet channel. She was still a snug fit, but he was able to slip into her with greater ease. Growling slowly, he began a slow and steady rhythm, every now and then alternating it by rolling his hips and spine before ramming into her for short bursts.

 

The variation in the youkai's movement was driving Kagome nuts. Perhaps it was the position or perhaps it was Sessy's erratic movements, but she was delighted with the new sensations that were awakening in her body. She felt the world almost recede as all her attention was focused on the youkai behind her and what he was doing to her body. Soon, it was all too much for her to bear and she pushed back against her, a broken cry spilling from her lips.

 

The youkai felt a surge of pleasure at seeing her need for him. He had been afraid that she would reject this position, in effect rejecting his youkai side, but going by the moans and pants she seemed to enjoy it almost as much as his primal side did. Even as he thrust with greater urgency into her, she began meeting his every thrust with equal force, giving vent to her approval in breathless pants. "Yes, please...harder!"

 

Her demand made his beast crow in delight and immediately set out to satisfy her. He covered her back with his body, thrusting manically against her, even as he placed soft kisses at the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. With his new position, he was hitting somewhere deep inside her, raising a flood of bliss that she had not experienced till now. His pace had surpassed what she could match, and she settled down to enjoy the ride, even as he rammed against her in great urgency. Even as she moaned his name aloud, he upped the stakes again. While one hand gripped her hip in a vice, his other hand reached around to her breasts, kneading and tweaking as he toyed with her twin peaks. The triple assault on her body was driving her higher and higher and she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

 

Sesshomaru was thankful that she was close to her end, for he was sure that he could no longer hold his own orgasm back. The sound of his name from her lips had been the like a splash of oil on an already raging fire. His entire body seemed to tighten as he fought the powerful eruption that seemed to beckon to him. His every stroke, every thrust took him closer to the edge but his beast and his own pride demanded that he not leave Kagome unsatisfied. He nipped her shoulder, holding her in place, as he activated his youki to caress her breasts, placing his free hand between her legs to lightly press the bundle of nerves there. The sensory overload proved too much for Kagome and immediately, she wailed his name, her body shuddering with ecstasy as she orgasmed with all the force of a tsunami. The world turned white and she felt as if she was flying, sure that she had died, for surely there could be no such pleasure on earth. Her every muscle and bone turned to water, she would have collapsed if the youkai, her only anchor to the world of the living, had not held her in his iron arms.

 

Feeling her body shuddering and trembling beneath him, as she almost collapsed with unadulterated bliss, made Sesshomaru's beast growl in approval and pride. The incomparable feel of her clamping over him like a vice, was the straw that broke the youkai's last vestiges of restraint and he began thrusting at a punishing pace, his movements both short and uneven as he tipped over the edge. Only a few of those powerful thrusts later, a loud guttural howl, both triumphant and yet, despairing, marked his powerful climax.

 

Pleasantly tired, he shifted to lay on his side, drawing her limp form against him, her bottom snug against his groin, his member still in her. He kissed the drowsy girl's shoulder and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer. The scent of their combined essence was immensely soothing to the youkai, and he rumbled softly. Mumbling, she shifted to press herself even closer to his quivering chest, her hands rubbing his arms lazily. "Sessy..." She broke off whatever she was to say, to cough and work some moisture to her raw throat. She had been screaming her head off with pleasure most of the night, so it was no wonder that her throat was sore. The youkai was impatient to hear her, but held himself very still to ensure he did not miss a single word. She snuggled some more and yawned loudly, before continuing. "That was intense! Thank you for a most enjoyable night!"

 

It was the barest whisper from a satisfied and tired girl, but it made Sesshomaru want to pound his chest in triumph. His beast capered about in happiness, its ego boosted by those few words, and the youkai felt fit to explode with happiness. He could have gone another round with Kagome at that moment since the simple statement was arousing him rapidly. Still he kept his body still, recognising that the girl was spent and allowing her rest. He kissed her temple softly. “Sleep, Kagome, you need your rest!”

 

Half-asleep, Kagome mumbled something, and shifting again, drifted to sleep. Doing a quick scan of the surroundings, Sesshomaru was amused to find some curious and aroused youki probing the barrier he had unconsciously set up. A smirk later, he was satisfied that no threats lingered in the vicinity. Finally tired, his youki and stamina spent, he closed his eyes. Sleep beckoned to him with her hypnotic ways and he succumbed, his arms tightening protectively around his principal. Even as his drifted to sleep, a thought came to him bringing a smirk to his face - Kagome might have thanked him for the night, but the night was far from over!

 

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Rin stood in the hallway looking at the scratched wooden door as if it was her personal doorway to hell. She knew what she had to do, but like it she did not have to.

 

It was late at night, but Rin could no longer put this off. She knew that if she did not do this now, she would perhaps never be able to build her courage up to attempt it again. As it is, it had taken her a long enough time to arrive at this decision. She would have done it today in the afternoon, but was thwarted by Kouga's nefarious actions.

 

It had taken her time to put herself together and recover from that recent trauma. Despite her apparent composure, she had been in shock and Miroku had understood, taking her back to her dorm room. He had coaxed her to drink an energy drink and had then rocked her to sleep, her head resting against his shoulder. Despite everything that had happened to her, she had no fear of having Miroku in her bed, especially when she was so vulnerable. She would have called it a recipe for disaster with any other boy, but she trusted Miroku to a surprising degree.

 

When she awoke, late in the evening, she felt better but still had to battle her doubts again on the wisdom of disclosing all to Miroku - right down to the last detail. The frank thing was that she was tired of living her life like this - of always being scared, of always looking over her shoulder at each bump, of always viewing everything through the lens of suspicion. She wanted to unburden herself, to feel lighter…finally reveal everything to the one person besides Sesshomaru who mattered to her. After all, there were some things that she could not even tell the proud youkai, for fear of hurting him.

 

One part of her was surprised at the speed with which she had made up her mind regarding Miroku, but then the other part of her countered that if there was someone to whom she owed the truth, it was to her saviour, to her partner in crime, to her confidante....to her friend. She knew that he would understand her, that he would not judge her for the choices she had made and the horrible mess she now found herself in. At least that was the theory but still...a small kernel of doubt still existed, burrowing deep into her. And now that she was standing in front of his door, her courage seemed to desert her.

 

It was now or never! A deep breath later, she knocked; sure that Miroku would be in his room given the late hour. She heard a grunt as the lock on the door clicked open and grinned at his disgruntled tone. Her smile died an abrupt death at seeing just who opened the door. A bare-chested Inuyasha lounged against the door-frame, an intense look on his face. It could have been the devil himself for the sudden apprehension that gripped her. Her resolve faltered and she nearly ran with her tail between her feet, before straightening her spine. Her voice admirably cool and composed, given the turmoil that she was feeling, she asked. "Hi, is Miroku in?"

 

He stared at her, his eyes fit to bore holes in wood. He seemed not to have heard her question, as he said softly. "Look who's here....It's Rin!"

 

Something about the way he said her name, almost like a caress sent a shiver down her spine and she stepped back, confused by his demeanour. The movement caught his attention and he stood up straight, his expression blanking. He stepped back, his voice dry. "Just give me a moment."

 

Rin was surprised when he shut the door. She almost turned away before the thought came to her that maybe he had gone to call Miroku. She heard him say something and then someone replied angrily. Within moments, the door opened and a half-dressed girl stumbled out, giving a dark look over her shoulder. She then whipped her head around to give her an once-over, a formidable glare on her face. Sniffing disdainfully, she shrugged and then sauntered away gracefully, or at least as gracefully as a girl dressed in just her underwear could be, her clothes a small heap in her arms.

 

Rin stared at the retreating girl's back and then apprehensively at the lounging Inuyasha, who had thrown on a black wife-beater. Her cheeks were pink as she realised what the girl had been doing in the room. She wondered how as Miroku's girlfriend, she was supposed to react to catching him with a girl. Her eyebrow raised, she asked Inuyasha mildly. “Is this a bad time for Miroku?”

 

The hanyou stared at her, before smirking. “Miroku…Oh! You think that only he can get a girl?”

 

The blush grew more pronounced. She wanted to bite her tongue. Obviously given that he had been half-naked, it would make more sense that the girl had been with him. After all even a hentai like Miroku would draw a line at having a spectator present while he had sex…at least she hoped he would. She shook her head, trying to clear her head of the range of nasty images that little thought prompted.

 

Noticing Inuyasha's bitter smile, she responded softly. “No, of course not, I…I didn't mean anything…I didn't think…uh…I'm sorry for disturbing you.” She turned on her heel to leave when he stopped her.

 

“Rin, wait! He's on his way back. I'm guessing that since you're here at this hour, the matter is of some importance. Why don't you wait for him?”

 

The girl froze, indecision wracking her. She knew that if she left, her determination to speak to Miroku would fizzle out. And that was something that she wanted to avoid at all costs. She had to tell him…she owed it to him. On the other hand, she was nervous about entering the room. The thought of being along with the sexy hanyou was both scary and thrilling, and it was more the fact that she thought it thrilling that made her hesitate. She refused to put herself in any situation which might end up harming or hurting her. Funny how things worked out. Just this morning, she had been easy about letting Miroku lie with her on her bed, but now refused to even be alone in a room with the hanyou.

 

As she pondered the matter, she chewed on her lower lip, her eyes staring into the distance. So she missed how preoccupied Inuyasha was with her action, his eyes fixed on her pink lip. If she had caught the expression of pure lust on his face, she would have run away as fast as she could. Inuyasha smoothed his face just in time, though his eyes would stray to the plump appendage every now and then.

 

Rin glanced at Inuyasha, fully intent on refusing his offer, when she caught sight of his eyes. His bright golden eyes, which brought to mind similar golden suns and a sincere plea for help. She had promised Sesshomaru that she would try to get to know Inuyasha better and now seemed like a good enough time. Her lips formed the words before she could stop them. “Sure, thanks!”

 

Slowly, nervously, she walked into the room, almost jumping when Inuyasha shut the door. Swallowing, she moved to the far end of the room trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of them.

 

Inuyasha watched her, bemused at her nervousness. As right, she should be, for unknowingly she had let him off the hook. The Kami knew he had decided to let her be, but then she had walked right to him, herself. Looking at the uncomfortable girl, he smirked. `And, so the fly walked into the spider's parlour!'

 

 

TBC….

 

A/N: It's great to be alive!

 

What would be greater is if you would review. I had imagined a SIZZLING scene for Sess/Kag…and though this does not quite match up to what I wanted (somehow it's always better in the head), and which is why it took so much time, I think that I have done well. :D

 

Please review and lemme know what you think!