InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Within ❯ chapter 19 ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: DeMoNtAiNtEd 
I think this one is the lemon...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
I think this one is the lemon...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
-I'm sure this has been greatly awaited by many of you...^.^ I hope I don't disappoint...-
Lost Within
Chapter 19: Time to Change
Turning her face up to him, she waited a moment or two until he'd gathered up enough courage to tilt his head downward to face her; pressing her hands upon his sturdy shoulders, Kagome pushed herself upwards, pressing a feather light kiss upon his lips before sinking back down to rest her head back upon his chest,
"Thank you," came the breath of her thanks before silence once again engulfed them.
A feint, pink tinge colored the lord's cheeks; he swallowed, hard.
Upon landing, he handed Kagome over to one of the female servants, then proceeded to take both Rin and the Kitsune to their sleeping quarters; he had informed Kagome he would join her in his room shortly after he'd finished with a few business matters.
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As it turns out, Kagome watched the sky blankly as the sun slipped below the horizon; the stars had already begun to cast their own individual, feint glow of pale starlight...
Hoping against hope that maybe Sesshoumaru forgot about their upcoming...'save-the-world-fuck'. She sighed then, taking a gasping breath to stop the tears she felt gathering, the vague clench in her throat, almost like a thick knot; turning from the darkened sky she slipped from her garments into a long nightshirt and her underwear.
Kagome's gut feeling spoke quite clearly that the great Lord of the Western Lands would not forget such...obligations.
She tugged at her shirt nervously, her eyes going no further than the floor in front of her; a wild blush gracing her once pale cheeks. Kagome didn't know if she could go through with this...
Her heart was racing, she was in disbelief that no one else could hear it. It's steady beating, growing quicker, shorter, faster, harder . . . the strange organ beating inside her chest wildly, screaming to be freed.
Kagome didn't know...what to do, would she react normally? Was she pretty enough to please him? Were her breasts too small for him?
Her worries mounted, she didn't know if she could take his golden eyed scrutiny...it was unnerving.
A whisper of cloth brushed against the floor.
Kagome took an instinctive step back, her fear and worries mounting as she continued to take step after step, placing as much space between him and her as was possible.
When had he entered the room? She had just finished dressing and preparing to drift into the large bed when suddenly thousands of fears drowned her mind upon his entry!
Her eyes widened, her back connecting with the *very* solid wall behind her. Kagome shivered in nervousness, would it hurt . . . a lot? Her friends had said it did . . . making them scream in pain . . . She shuddered.
The room was nearly pitch black but her pale, seemingly glowing form stood out like a blazing white flag against the oncoming darkness . . . She wanted to hide, escape . . . squeezing her eyes tight she clutched her long nightshirt closer about herself; hoping against hope that maybe her brilliantly luminous presance could be overlooked, unseen . . . even invisible so she could hide from the presance she sensed, that drew ever closer.
The meager lighted candles held gently in the small, tarnished gold candleobra did little to ease her fears of the darkness nor the youkai that looked at her so . . . strangely . . . almost as if he were restraining the wild beast within. A shiver crept down her spine at the new sound; she looked to the floor, where Sesshoumaru's kimono now lay . . .
Kagome whimpered as she felt Sesshoumaru's hand trail up from the soft curve of her hip to graze her right breast to finally cup her cheak. She shivered, unusued to his . . . gentle touching of her flesh.
He was smiling she knew, though no one could see it; she knew the ghost of it was still their as he dragged his claws down the front of her nightshirt before bringing his hand to his lips, waiting.
A startled gasp emerged from her throat as the nightshirt fell to the ground; slipping off her slender shoulders to the marble floor below. Her hands flew to cover herself but the sudden closeness of their proximity froze her in place; her blue-green eyes grew wide at her newfound subject of study.
A rather large . . . and . . . a-and a-aroused section of Sesshoumaru's anatomy was her only view save the muscular white legs on either side . . .
Kagome jerked her head up immediately, shocked and embarassed . . . she knew men varied in size . . . large and small . . . but for demons . . . their sizes seemed to be . . . enlarged . . . rather by . . . a lot.
A small 'eep!' came out of her parched throat . . . she was s-supposed to fit that . . . i-inside . . . o-of h-her! But she was so small and he was so...s-so s-so big! Kagome tried to scoot to the right, trying to escape, but all lords and ladies and fates alike seemed to be intent upon him bedding with her . . . for her side struck none other than a wide, and very tall bookcase.
Cornered. Trapped. Like a small, doomed animal . . .
His golden eyes were deeply unsettling as she tried to find a safe place for her eyes to stay. He'd done nothing but unclothe her since he'd entered . . . and if Kagome knew something . . . Sesshoumaru's patience was not limitless . . . especially with her recent view of his lower half . . .
Slowly, cautiously she turned her eyes up to Sesshoumaru's, but he seemed to have a strange sort of look in his eye; a cross between disbelieving fascination and mystified awe. 'But why...?' Kagome wondered as she watched his heated yet studious gaze trail up from her the tips of her toes to the top of her head before trailing back down again.
His posture was straight yet leaning inward slightly, as if he were preparing to embrace her; his nude form was like smooth white marble, soft to the touch, yet hard and muscled in appearance; if one were to trail a hand upon his smoothly muscled chest they would feel the pure, disciplined strength, masculinity, and power practically singing beneath his smooth flesh.
Silver white hair scarcely stirred with his ghostly movements, only the deep rise and fall of his chest, and the slight panting between parted lips was the only sign that this statue of pure beauty and magnificense was truly alive.
The crescent moon seemed to glow while the two red stripes appeared to be black in the dimmed light...
The phantom hand . . . Sesshoumaru's hand glided through the air, cupping her cheek to slide down and rest at her neck, lowering a bit more to the scarred bite mark; the delicate claws traced lazy circles effortlessly. Bringing forth a tsunami of lightning tendrils and thousands of aftershocking delicious trembles to streak through every nerve in her body . . . to finally strikes it's final assault towards a single point that made her stomach clench in anticipation, her legs to tense, for heat to pool between her soft legs . . .
Kagome's knees trembled at the sight of him. Her hands flew to cradle her skull as it became subjected to a multitude of worries, questions, and fears. She felt a brief elation of feeling in her legs before they gave out; everything fading away into darkness, the lazy circles still sending their sexual barrage through her body to attack at the place where her body ached the most; ached, but not with pain . . .
Sesshoumaru smiled as Kagome cameto, her eyes lighted with lustful desires but caged with pure, child-like ignorance of what had yet to come...
She did not know what caused her to faint, or even why; he considered briefly whether or not to tell her, but the painful heat in his pulsing erection swiftly changed his mind. He may not be as gentle as he had planned with this girl of his; for it was nearing his season . . .
No words were exchanged as the two studied each other briefly, just the heated gazes seamed to be enough; he noted her worryied eyes and fearful posture, he waited a moment to see if she would voice her fears as she was aft to when given enough time . . .
A soft growl, he'd waited, now he would move on to something more . . . satisfying.
Kagome's thoughts became scrambled as she tried to think; but such proved difficult with Sesshoumaru licking and nipping at her right breast while his right hand kneaded the other. She bit onto her lip to prevent the gasping moan to escape from her mouth; she didn't particularly think it was-
A sharp nip of teeth bit into her breast; causing her to cry out sharply, both in pleasure and pain; apparently Sesshoumaru had a different opinion on the matter. . .
Low growls rose from the youkai's throat as he trailed his wet mouth up from her breast to her mouth. He snarled against her moistened lips, her fear of the unexpected pleasure was turning her frigid . . . and he would have none of that.
His lips still on her closed mouth he dragged his clawed hand down the side of her hip; following the toned flesh to cup the 'v' of her thighs, her body stiffened, unusued to the sudden attention. Sesshoumaru reveled at her obvious innocence; his silver-white hair fell to either side of his face, creating a delicate, shining curtain to shield them both from the outside world.
He traced a lazy circle over the one spot that would further light the fires behind Kagome's eyes; pressing against the small, yet overly sensitive clitoris with the pad of his thumb.
A yelp like gasp tore from her throat, her body arching forward to graze against the marble-white chest that gleamed so beautifully above her.
Kagome's green-blue eyes blazed with passion, heat, and growing anger. She was angry with him; with his arrogant, all-knowing smiles as he pressed the right buttons to make her react to him, she just wanted this over with, Kagome no longer cared about it being her special first; if all that was needed to save the world was Sesshoumaru pilfering her virginity then he should stop fuckin' around, no pun intended.
But with the fleeting bouts of pleasure that seemed to flip around inside of her; bending her over and back, bowing her spine as he continued to tease her . . . his teasing clawed fingers just tempting her entry and pressing against her more intimately than anything she'd ever comprehended.
She tried to focus her thoughts, to take control; turn the tables upon him so this could be over and done with; but her laying on the flat of her back with her legs spread made her to appear more overly submissive than anything else.
If only she could-
Kagome moaned aloud as he stopped his tormentations only to start another one as he slipped a finger inside of her, testing her readiness for him; that arrogant smile still on his face . . . the simple knowledge that he'd be the one to be her first, to ruin her for other men . . . to be her first and most likely the last.
Between his slow ministrations of pressing the pad of his thumb against her and plunging his finger inside and out of her only to repeat once again.
Another gasp and then she'd managed to voice her thoughts, "Stop- playing around . . . just get it over with already and stop looking at me like that!"
Golden eyes widened in shock, his hand freezing in place, "What do you mea-?"
The question died on his lips, she could see through his lies, he had thought to make it easier on her; but that had turned into something else, he had . . . more or less disgraced Kagome and himself with his actions.
He bowed his head slightly; he probed her entrance, it was wet, but not relaxed enough; not even worldly youkai had been when dealing with him . . .
Flicking his gaze up to her own, he leaned down until his forehead pressed against her own, their sweat mingling together; a salty, musky scent . . .
"It will hurt more this way . . ." Sesshoumar spoke, his fingers still inside of her, moving in circles in hopes of widening her entrance for him.
"It will hurt anyway, what's the difference of a little more pain...?" Kagome murmured, eyes cast to the side.
He sighed, he couldn't help it nor prevent it . . .
"Are you sure-?"
"I just want it to be over with."
He paused a moment, studying her eyes from so close.
"Your not like the others, nor the ones you've lived with." Sesshoumaru commented, removing his fingers, bringing them to his lips.
The tip of his tongue darted out to taste Kagome's arousal, he smiled then, a true smile as he raised up on his knees, sucking and licking at his fingers; ever aware that the young miko knew nothing of his actions.
"I don't suppose I should be with the things I've endured..." Kagome sighed, closing her eyes, relaxing her muscles; her body tingling with the remnants of heated pleasure that had been denied its peak . . .
"I suppose not . . ." Sesshoumaru trailed off, placing the flat of his hand on the silk matrice, just above Kagome's left shoulder.
Kagome pouted then, an annoyed pout, turning her firey gaze up to the golden eyes," . . ."
Silence was all that left her mouth as she raised her left hand up to entangle in the silken mane of Sesshoumaru's hair; she gripped the nape of his neck tightly and jerked his head down to hover just beneath her lips; her eyes a strange deep, blue-green color with slitted pupils . . .
Kagome smirked at his outrage, smashing her lips down upon his snarling ones, silencing his growl with her tongue as his and hers clashed, warring for dominance and the thirst for the other.
A soft glow began to fill Kagome's nude body, as if liquid moonlight was trapped beneath her flesh; golden eyes burned with trapped heat as he took in her glowing form with hungry eyes.
A moan rose from her lips as she brushed her aching sex against Sesshoumaru's groin; "...Now." Kagome half-growled.
Power erupted between the two of them as Sesshoumaru positioned himself above her entrance; he could see in his perephrieal vision the ghostly aparation of his left arm, it felt as if it were once again there, connected to him.
Crushing his lips against the woman-child beneath him, pressing the tip of himself against her entrance; if he took it slow, he would never make it . . . that left only one option . . .
Kagome's breathing grew rapid and frantic, her mouth wide open and panting heavily, dainty canines growing to fangs, blue strikes materializing on her cheeks . . . curved ears pulling themselves up into points . . . "-Ahh-!" Kagome began to gasp in pain, her blood scarcely lower than that of boiling water as her body changed . . .
Now or never . . .
Miko magic pressed forcfully against his youki, trying to prevent the corruption, trying to purify his pureblood demon DNA . . . With a frustrating growl that tore from his throat into a vicious roar Sesshoumaru ripped through the virgin barrier with ruthless pricision . . .
Kagome's mouth tore open into a scream, h-he...completely . . . pain . . . u-unable t-to...hurts...
With another cry she bucked beneath him, the change accompanied by the sheer size of him too much for her human body to take, she tried to squirm from beneath him, tried to wriggle herself upward, to get him out of her . . .
Sesshoumaru bit down over the scarred mark on Kagome's shoulder to help keep her in place, to say her endless bucking and writhing caused him both pleasure and pain would be a lie . . . His arm wrapped around her slim waist, holding her tightly against him . . .
"-Wait it out! Lie still!-" Sesshoumaru hissed into her ear, clamping down upon the torn flesh once more.
"-it- . . . it . . . h-hurts . . ." Kagome gasped between spasms as she tried to still her body beneath the unmoving youkai.
The pain seemed to grow before it receeded once more, a small, feint tingling sensation begginning to spill from her loins; the man above her began to shake, but not with the much discussed movements of pleasure her friends had bragged about . . .
"Sesshou-?" Kagome broke off as a ragged gasp emitted from him, Sesshoumaru turned almost opaque, golden eyes to her newly evovled, dark, blue-green ones.
He ground his hips against hers; she groaned.
That seemed to be all he needed to further continue his ministrations . . . he partially withdrew from her tight sheath; -Kagome panicked, wrapping her arms tightly around Sesshoumaru, suddenly feeling more empty than anything else.
A small chuckle resonated from above her; he pressed her deep into the bed, pushing himself back inside of her; She gasped at the stranged feeling; then it was gone. Kagome ground her hips against his experimentally, trying to regain some of the lost, tingling, frictiony-pleasure...
Sesshoumaru took the hint, pressing his lips against hers softly, he withdrew as far as he dared before pushing back into her; she was so tight around him, but it felt so . . . good . . . almost . . . a silly as t sounded, it was almost like she'd been molded from the finest silken skin to fit him, both inside and out . . .
Repeating his actions, amongst the soft moans and mewling cries of Kagome. Her kitten like mewls turned into pleas of need as her hips and sweat-drenched body urged him on, faster and faster.
Magic grew thicker in thr room until it was all the two ever breathed in and out, glowing blue against startling, filmy-blood-like red. The powers of miko and youkai swirled inside the room, weaving and mingling with each other and the two bodies in the center of the source . . .
He felt the power of the miko and the youki coil up his spine in a devistating, spine-tingling sensation as his climax over-powered him; with a roar of pleasure and release he clamped his fangs upon the still-open flesh-wound upon Kagome's shoulder.
Just as Sesshoumaru's cry erupted from him, as he made his final thrusts. Kagome cried out, the building pleasure having reached it's own, startling climax as it rolled within her body, pain lanced through the pleasure, swiftly mixing into one, terrifyingly sweet combination. out of unconscious instinct Kagome cocked her head to the side just the slightest, leaning forward to bite down on the pale, unmarked flesh presented so enticingly before her ruby-red lips; bucking against the moonlit flesh in a last, dying attempt to keep the fading explosion wightly within her body.
The glowing blood-red and deep-blue energy began to disipitate at an alarming rate, the only audible sound in the room being the joint panting of both the young woman-child and man.
Both retracted their mouths, pantingly loudly.
Sesshoumaru slumped against Kagome, knowing full-well that his weight could have crushed an ordinary human woman . . . but Kagome was no longer human . . . Kagome was . . . his.
With that thought in mind, ignorant of the pain radiating in his shoulder, he fell into a dreamless sleep . . .
Kagome fell not long after.
*
"YAY!" the young child cheered, dancing aroung the large crystal sphere.
"Young lady, what have I told you about watching the mortals when they are . . . *hugging*?" intoned a large, burly, greek-like man.
"Um..." she trailed off sheepishly. ^.^; "-I forgot...?"
*
"Took them long enough...yeeeuch...I dearly hope Sesshoumaru-sama washes himself thoroughly befor-" Jaken mumbled to himself, thoroughly discusted with the task that he had accomplished, but not altogether displeased.
-Urgh...it's iffy and I decided to post it here anyway, I don't care anymore... =.= too tired.... r/r and I may be starting a H/D harry potter fanfiction soon...I've been reading quite a few lately, but none with my particular...tastes one might say...
(meaning I've seen none with descriptions of Harry Potter's summers with the Dursley's suddenly becoming abusive, even rape **I know rape is a serious subject and that there is truly nothing...er...attractive about it, but I can't help myself liking it when it's written in stories, don't know why...I'm just warped that way*** then having the fanfiction dubbed 'Sex God' Draco Malfoy be tossed into the mix, arrogance, betrayal, lustiness, cuddli-ness, blood, scars, cuts, near-rape, discovered abuse and the like...I think you get where I'm going with this.
Simply, I like things written like that, don't know why, and don't really know what particular child-hood trauma caused it, so tough cookies, go suck on an egg if you're disgusted or think I'm mean or sick, **Because I'm called mean, cruel, and a downright cynical bitch at least fourteen times a day, I'm used to it and generaly expect it.***)
Lost Within
Chapter 19: Time to Change
Turning her face up to him, she waited a moment or two until he'd gathered up enough courage to tilt his head downward to face her; pressing her hands upon his sturdy shoulders, Kagome pushed herself upwards, pressing a feather light kiss upon his lips before sinking back down to rest her head back upon his chest,
"Thank you," came the breath of her thanks before silence once again engulfed them.
A feint, pink tinge colored the lord's cheeks; he swallowed, hard.
Upon landing, he handed Kagome over to one of the female servants, then proceeded to take both Rin and the Kitsune to their sleeping quarters; he had informed Kagome he would join her in his room shortly after he'd finished with a few business matters.
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As it turns out, Kagome watched the sky blankly as the sun slipped below the horizon; the stars had already begun to cast their own individual, feint glow of pale starlight...
Hoping against hope that maybe Sesshoumaru forgot about their upcoming...'save-the-world-fuck'. She sighed then, taking a gasping breath to stop the tears she felt gathering, the vague clench in her throat, almost like a thick knot; turning from the darkened sky she slipped from her garments into a long nightshirt and her underwear.
Kagome's gut feeling spoke quite clearly that the great Lord of the Western Lands would not forget such...obligations.
She tugged at her shirt nervously, her eyes going no further than the floor in front of her; a wild blush gracing her once pale cheeks. Kagome didn't know if she could go through with this...
Her heart was racing, she was in disbelief that no one else could hear it. It's steady beating, growing quicker, shorter, faster, harder . . . the strange organ beating inside her chest wildly, screaming to be freed.
Kagome didn't know...what to do, would she react normally? Was she pretty enough to please him? Were her breasts too small for him?
Her worries mounted, she didn't know if she could take his golden eyed scrutiny...it was unnerving.
A whisper of cloth brushed against the floor.
Kagome took an instinctive step back, her fear and worries mounting as she continued to take step after step, placing as much space between him and her as was possible.
When had he entered the room? She had just finished dressing and preparing to drift into the large bed when suddenly thousands of fears drowned her mind upon his entry!
Her eyes widened, her back connecting with the *very* solid wall behind her. Kagome shivered in nervousness, would it hurt . . . a lot? Her friends had said it did . . . making them scream in pain . . . She shuddered.
The room was nearly pitch black but her pale, seemingly glowing form stood out like a blazing white flag against the oncoming darkness . . . She wanted to hide, escape . . . squeezing her eyes tight she clutched her long nightshirt closer about herself; hoping against hope that maybe her brilliantly luminous presance could be overlooked, unseen . . . even invisible so she could hide from the presance she sensed, that drew ever closer.
The meager lighted candles held gently in the small, tarnished gold candleobra did little to ease her fears of the darkness nor the youkai that looked at her so . . . strangely . . . almost as if he were restraining the wild beast within. A shiver crept down her spine at the new sound; she looked to the floor, where Sesshoumaru's kimono now lay . . .
Kagome whimpered as she felt Sesshoumaru's hand trail up from the soft curve of her hip to graze her right breast to finally cup her cheak. She shivered, unusued to his . . . gentle touching of her flesh.
He was smiling she knew, though no one could see it; she knew the ghost of it was still their as he dragged his claws down the front of her nightshirt before bringing his hand to his lips, waiting.
A startled gasp emerged from her throat as the nightshirt fell to the ground; slipping off her slender shoulders to the marble floor below. Her hands flew to cover herself but the sudden closeness of their proximity froze her in place; her blue-green eyes grew wide at her newfound subject of study.
A rather large . . . and . . . a-and a-aroused section of Sesshoumaru's anatomy was her only view save the muscular white legs on either side . . .
Kagome jerked her head up immediately, shocked and embarassed . . . she knew men varied in size . . . large and small . . . but for demons . . . their sizes seemed to be . . . enlarged . . . rather by . . . a lot.
A small 'eep!' came out of her parched throat . . . she was s-supposed to fit that . . . i-inside . . . o-of h-her! But she was so small and he was so...s-so s-so big! Kagome tried to scoot to the right, trying to escape, but all lords and ladies and fates alike seemed to be intent upon him bedding with her . . . for her side struck none other than a wide, and very tall bookcase.
Cornered. Trapped. Like a small, doomed animal . . .
His golden eyes were deeply unsettling as she tried to find a safe place for her eyes to stay. He'd done nothing but unclothe her since he'd entered . . . and if Kagome knew something . . . Sesshoumaru's patience was not limitless . . . especially with her recent view of his lower half . . .
Slowly, cautiously she turned her eyes up to Sesshoumaru's, but he seemed to have a strange sort of look in his eye; a cross between disbelieving fascination and mystified awe. 'But why...?' Kagome wondered as she watched his heated yet studious gaze trail up from her the tips of her toes to the top of her head before trailing back down again.
His posture was straight yet leaning inward slightly, as if he were preparing to embrace her; his nude form was like smooth white marble, soft to the touch, yet hard and muscled in appearance; if one were to trail a hand upon his smoothly muscled chest they would feel the pure, disciplined strength, masculinity, and power practically singing beneath his smooth flesh.
Silver white hair scarcely stirred with his ghostly movements, only the deep rise and fall of his chest, and the slight panting between parted lips was the only sign that this statue of pure beauty and magnificense was truly alive.
The crescent moon seemed to glow while the two red stripes appeared to be black in the dimmed light...
The phantom hand . . . Sesshoumaru's hand glided through the air, cupping her cheek to slide down and rest at her neck, lowering a bit more to the scarred bite mark; the delicate claws traced lazy circles effortlessly. Bringing forth a tsunami of lightning tendrils and thousands of aftershocking delicious trembles to streak through every nerve in her body . . . to finally strikes it's final assault towards a single point that made her stomach clench in anticipation, her legs to tense, for heat to pool between her soft legs . . .
Kagome's knees trembled at the sight of him. Her hands flew to cradle her skull as it became subjected to a multitude of worries, questions, and fears. She felt a brief elation of feeling in her legs before they gave out; everything fading away into darkness, the lazy circles still sending their sexual barrage through her body to attack at the place where her body ached the most; ached, but not with pain . . .
Sesshoumaru smiled as Kagome cameto, her eyes lighted with lustful desires but caged with pure, child-like ignorance of what had yet to come...
She did not know what caused her to faint, or even why; he considered briefly whether or not to tell her, but the painful heat in his pulsing erection swiftly changed his mind. He may not be as gentle as he had planned with this girl of his; for it was nearing his season . . .
No words were exchanged as the two studied each other briefly, just the heated gazes seamed to be enough; he noted her worryied eyes and fearful posture, he waited a moment to see if she would voice her fears as she was aft to when given enough time . . .
A soft growl, he'd waited, now he would move on to something more . . . satisfying.
Kagome's thoughts became scrambled as she tried to think; but such proved difficult with Sesshoumaru licking and nipping at her right breast while his right hand kneaded the other. She bit onto her lip to prevent the gasping moan to escape from her mouth; she didn't particularly think it was-
A sharp nip of teeth bit into her breast; causing her to cry out sharply, both in pleasure and pain; apparently Sesshoumaru had a different opinion on the matter. . .
Low growls rose from the youkai's throat as he trailed his wet mouth up from her breast to her mouth. He snarled against her moistened lips, her fear of the unexpected pleasure was turning her frigid . . . and he would have none of that.
His lips still on her closed mouth he dragged his clawed hand down the side of her hip; following the toned flesh to cup the 'v' of her thighs, her body stiffened, unusued to the sudden attention. Sesshoumaru reveled at her obvious innocence; his silver-white hair fell to either side of his face, creating a delicate, shining curtain to shield them both from the outside world.
He traced a lazy circle over the one spot that would further light the fires behind Kagome's eyes; pressing against the small, yet overly sensitive clitoris with the pad of his thumb.
A yelp like gasp tore from her throat, her body arching forward to graze against the marble-white chest that gleamed so beautifully above her.
Kagome's green-blue eyes blazed with passion, heat, and growing anger. She was angry with him; with his arrogant, all-knowing smiles as he pressed the right buttons to make her react to him, she just wanted this over with, Kagome no longer cared about it being her special first; if all that was needed to save the world was Sesshoumaru pilfering her virginity then he should stop fuckin' around, no pun intended.
But with the fleeting bouts of pleasure that seemed to flip around inside of her; bending her over and back, bowing her spine as he continued to tease her . . . his teasing clawed fingers just tempting her entry and pressing against her more intimately than anything she'd ever comprehended.
She tried to focus her thoughts, to take control; turn the tables upon him so this could be over and done with; but her laying on the flat of her back with her legs spread made her to appear more overly submissive than anything else.
If only she could-
Kagome moaned aloud as he stopped his tormentations only to start another one as he slipped a finger inside of her, testing her readiness for him; that arrogant smile still on his face . . . the simple knowledge that he'd be the one to be her first, to ruin her for other men . . . to be her first and most likely the last.
Between his slow ministrations of pressing the pad of his thumb against her and plunging his finger inside and out of her only to repeat once again.
Another gasp and then she'd managed to voice her thoughts, "Stop- playing around . . . just get it over with already and stop looking at me like that!"
Golden eyes widened in shock, his hand freezing in place, "What do you mea-?"
The question died on his lips, she could see through his lies, he had thought to make it easier on her; but that had turned into something else, he had . . . more or less disgraced Kagome and himself with his actions.
He bowed his head slightly; he probed her entrance, it was wet, but not relaxed enough; not even worldly youkai had been when dealing with him . . .
Flicking his gaze up to her own, he leaned down until his forehead pressed against her own, their sweat mingling together; a salty, musky scent . . .
"It will hurt more this way . . ." Sesshoumar spoke, his fingers still inside of her, moving in circles in hopes of widening her entrance for him.
"It will hurt anyway, what's the difference of a little more pain...?" Kagome murmured, eyes cast to the side.
He sighed, he couldn't help it nor prevent it . . .
"Are you sure-?"
"I just want it to be over with."
He paused a moment, studying her eyes from so close.
"Your not like the others, nor the ones you've lived with." Sesshoumaru commented, removing his fingers, bringing them to his lips.
The tip of his tongue darted out to taste Kagome's arousal, he smiled then, a true smile as he raised up on his knees, sucking and licking at his fingers; ever aware that the young miko knew nothing of his actions.
"I don't suppose I should be with the things I've endured..." Kagome sighed, closing her eyes, relaxing her muscles; her body tingling with the remnants of heated pleasure that had been denied its peak . . .
"I suppose not . . ." Sesshoumaru trailed off, placing the flat of his hand on the silk matrice, just above Kagome's left shoulder.
Kagome pouted then, an annoyed pout, turning her firey gaze up to the golden eyes," . . ."
Silence was all that left her mouth as she raised her left hand up to entangle in the silken mane of Sesshoumaru's hair; she gripped the nape of his neck tightly and jerked his head down to hover just beneath her lips; her eyes a strange deep, blue-green color with slitted pupils . . .
Kagome smirked at his outrage, smashing her lips down upon his snarling ones, silencing his growl with her tongue as his and hers clashed, warring for dominance and the thirst for the other.
A soft glow began to fill Kagome's nude body, as if liquid moonlight was trapped beneath her flesh; golden eyes burned with trapped heat as he took in her glowing form with hungry eyes.
A moan rose from her lips as she brushed her aching sex against Sesshoumaru's groin; "...Now." Kagome half-growled.
Power erupted between the two of them as Sesshoumaru positioned himself above her entrance; he could see in his perephrieal vision the ghostly aparation of his left arm, it felt as if it were once again there, connected to him.
Crushing his lips against the woman-child beneath him, pressing the tip of himself against her entrance; if he took it slow, he would never make it . . . that left only one option . . .
Kagome's breathing grew rapid and frantic, her mouth wide open and panting heavily, dainty canines growing to fangs, blue strikes materializing on her cheeks . . . curved ears pulling themselves up into points . . . "-Ahh-!" Kagome began to gasp in pain, her blood scarcely lower than that of boiling water as her body changed . . .
Now or never . . .
Miko magic pressed forcfully against his youki, trying to prevent the corruption, trying to purify his pureblood demon DNA . . . With a frustrating growl that tore from his throat into a vicious roar Sesshoumaru ripped through the virgin barrier with ruthless pricision . . .
Kagome's mouth tore open into a scream, h-he...completely . . . pain . . . u-unable t-to...hurts...
With another cry she bucked beneath him, the change accompanied by the sheer size of him too much for her human body to take, she tried to squirm from beneath him, tried to wriggle herself upward, to get him out of her . . .
Sesshoumaru bit down over the scarred mark on Kagome's shoulder to help keep her in place, to say her endless bucking and writhing caused him both pleasure and pain would be a lie . . . His arm wrapped around her slim waist, holding her tightly against him . . .
"-Wait it out! Lie still!-" Sesshoumaru hissed into her ear, clamping down upon the torn flesh once more.
"-it- . . . it . . . h-hurts . . ." Kagome gasped between spasms as she tried to still her body beneath the unmoving youkai.
The pain seemed to grow before it receeded once more, a small, feint tingling sensation begginning to spill from her loins; the man above her began to shake, but not with the much discussed movements of pleasure her friends had bragged about . . .
"Sesshou-?" Kagome broke off as a ragged gasp emitted from him, Sesshoumaru turned almost opaque, golden eyes to her newly evovled, dark, blue-green ones.
He ground his hips against hers; she groaned.
That seemed to be all he needed to further continue his ministrations . . . he partially withdrew from her tight sheath; -Kagome panicked, wrapping her arms tightly around Sesshoumaru, suddenly feeling more empty than anything else.
A small chuckle resonated from above her; he pressed her deep into the bed, pushing himself back inside of her; She gasped at the stranged feeling; then it was gone. Kagome ground her hips against his experimentally, trying to regain some of the lost, tingling, frictiony-pleasure...
Sesshoumaru took the hint, pressing his lips against hers softly, he withdrew as far as he dared before pushing back into her; she was so tight around him, but it felt so . . . good . . . almost . . . a silly as t sounded, it was almost like she'd been molded from the finest silken skin to fit him, both inside and out . . .
Repeating his actions, amongst the soft moans and mewling cries of Kagome. Her kitten like mewls turned into pleas of need as her hips and sweat-drenched body urged him on, faster and faster.
Magic grew thicker in thr room until it was all the two ever breathed in and out, glowing blue against startling, filmy-blood-like red. The powers of miko and youkai swirled inside the room, weaving and mingling with each other and the two bodies in the center of the source . . .
He felt the power of the miko and the youki coil up his spine in a devistating, spine-tingling sensation as his climax over-powered him; with a roar of pleasure and release he clamped his fangs upon the still-open flesh-wound upon Kagome's shoulder.
Just as Sesshoumaru's cry erupted from him, as he made his final thrusts. Kagome cried out, the building pleasure having reached it's own, startling climax as it rolled within her body, pain lanced through the pleasure, swiftly mixing into one, terrifyingly sweet combination. out of unconscious instinct Kagome cocked her head to the side just the slightest, leaning forward to bite down on the pale, unmarked flesh presented so enticingly before her ruby-red lips; bucking against the moonlit flesh in a last, dying attempt to keep the fading explosion wightly within her body.
The glowing blood-red and deep-blue energy began to disipitate at an alarming rate, the only audible sound in the room being the joint panting of both the young woman-child and man.
Both retracted their mouths, pantingly loudly.
Sesshoumaru slumped against Kagome, knowing full-well that his weight could have crushed an ordinary human woman . . . but Kagome was no longer human . . . Kagome was . . . his.
With that thought in mind, ignorant of the pain radiating in his shoulder, he fell into a dreamless sleep . . .
Kagome fell not long after.
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"YAY!" the young child cheered, dancing aroung the large crystal sphere.
"Young lady, what have I told you about watching the mortals when they are . . . *hugging*?" intoned a large, burly, greek-like man.
"Um..." she trailed off sheepishly. ^.^; "-I forgot...?"
*
"Took them long enough...yeeeuch...I dearly hope Sesshoumaru-sama washes himself thoroughly befor-" Jaken mumbled to himself, thoroughly discusted with the task that he had accomplished, but not altogether displeased.
-Urgh...it's iffy and I decided to post it here anyway, I don't care anymore... =.= too tired.... r/r and I may be starting a H/D harry potter fanfiction soon...I've been reading quite a few lately, but none with my particular...tastes one might say...
(meaning I've seen none with descriptions of Harry Potter's summers with the Dursley's suddenly becoming abusive, even rape **I know rape is a serious subject and that there is truly nothing...er...attractive about it, but I can't help myself liking it when it's written in stories, don't know why...I'm just warped that way*** then having the fanfiction dubbed 'Sex God' Draco Malfoy be tossed into the mix, arrogance, betrayal, lustiness, cuddli-ness, blood, scars, cuts, near-rape, discovered abuse and the like...I think you get where I'm going with this.
Simply, I like things written like that, don't know why, and don't really know what particular child-hood trauma caused it, so tough cookies, go suck on an egg if you're disgusted or think I'm mean or sick, **Because I'm called mean, cruel, and a downright cynical bitch at least fourteen times a day, I'm used to it and generaly expect it.***)