InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Return Service ❯ Return Service ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the publicly known characters, plot, etc. I'm just renting them from Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, etc. I do own the plot of this story and any original characters I've created. I will make no money from this fic; I write for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of my readers.

 

 

A/N - this is a sequel to my story “Services Rendered,” which I urge you to read first, otherwise you won't totally understand what's going on. I had some major help on this one from my wonderful co-author Harmony Sunsinger (aka sunsingergirl). She approached me about collaborating and introduced me to role playing. We went back and forth through email, each assuming the persona of one of the characters and writing in 1st person format.

 

This story is basically just the cleaned-up version of our correspondence. It is written in dual 1st person format, with myself playing the role of Tomomi and Harmony Sunsinger playing Sesshoumaru. That's right; I was the woman and she was the man. It was a very interesting experience, though it didn't feel that weird since we're both used to writing for the opposite sex.

 

I had an absolute blast. If Sunny—or anyone else, for that matter—ever asks you to team up on something, jump at the chance. Ok, enough of me. Go enjoy the story!

 

Plain Text = Tomomi

Italics = Sesshoumaru

 

 

Return Service

 

 

I have finally found you, Sesshoumaru, and there is no doubt as to your identity. I visited Inuyasha and Kagome the day after our little threesome, and they were kind enough to point me in the direction they had last seen you. That gave me a good starting point, but it still took me a couple days to find you.

I spent all afternoon stalking you, watching the way you move with such regality. Your face is constantly a stoic mask, and I long to see it contort with mind-numbing pleasure. You are beautiful, and I cannot help but hunger for you.

You knew I was there all along, didn't you? Now, at dusk, I am ecstatic to see you ditch the toad and that human girl and wander off into the forest alone. You will at least hear what I have to say. I will just have to be very persuasive.

Finally, when you decide that you are far enough away from your charges, you stop, and I nervously step out of the trees in front of you.

Stopping, I regard you with a cool, even stare, sniffing the air lightly. The wind has recently come to reek of sex, and the fact that the scent grows stronger with your arrival leads me to believe that you are its source. While it is in and of itself a rather sweet perfume, I cannot contain my disdain at another scent that has been mixed and mingled with your own, and my nose wrinkles without my permission.

"Why do you smell of that pest Inuyasha?"

 

I lick my lips, grinning as your eyes hone in on the movement and linger longer than you intended. You can deny it all you want, Sesshoumaru, with your disgusted expression and the bite to your tone. But it is with more than curiosity that you asked that question.

"Because Inuyasha did me a favor, and I did him one in return."

 

 

I cannot help but look you over as the words escape your lips, leaving them parted just barely. Something in me heats up as my eyes sweep delicately over your slim frame, your luscious hips.

Curiosity has overtaken me. "And what favor would that be?"

 

 

My smirk turns sultry now. Gotcha! There will be no escape from me now, my little virgin inu-youkai. Your pure scent calls to me, and I know you will be one of the tastiest meals I have ever had. But I must control myself; I must be coy. I must get you so aroused that you cannot refuse me.

Slowly, I raise my hand, extending one finger. You follow each movement, mesmerized, as I pretend to wipe a food particle off my robe and bring it to my mouth. My lips encircle the digit, working all the way down to the knuckle, and when I pull it out I allow my tongue to trail tantalizingly along the skin. I never take my eyes from yours, and I see the fire slowly building within them.

"The delicious kind."

 

 

My eyes follow your every movement; they cannot help it. There is something about you, little demonness, that calls to me, that beckons to be taken and ravaged and submitted. Such actions, however, have always been beneath me. No youkai thus far has been worthy of my explicit attention.

But your careful ministrations betray your determination, and that alone spurs my imagination onward, into unknown territory. Maybe I could make an exception...

"You are speaking in riddles. This Sesshoumaru does not enjoy riddles."

Holding your gaze, I take two steps forward, and I feel the air between us crackle with our intensity. I smirk haughtily at the way your small body trembles just slightly. "You must speak plainly, woman," I whisper, knowing full well that you can hear me.

 

 

I stumble back a couple steps. I am not used to this; usually I am in control of the situation, and my prey. Men and women alike become putty in my hands before I even touch them. But you, Sesshoumaru, with your hard stare and unflinching demands, are different. You make me almost believe you don't want to throw me to the ground and have your way with me. That thought causes me to shudder again, a warmth welling within me which I have not felt in years. Suddenly food is the farthest thing from my mind.

I gulp audibly, and I know you enjoy the sight of my discomfiture. But I am strong; I will not become putty in your hands. I will not surrender to your overwhelming aura of power and masculinity so easily. So, straightening my back and hardening my visage, I proudly tell you what you want to know.

"I sucked his scrumptious seed out of him and gave him more pleasure than he could imagine."

 

 

Your gall amuses me, woman. Mere seconds ago, you seemed to be backtracking, but your confidence has returned full-force. This variance in your reaction both entices me and threatens me, forcing some of my more primal urges to surface. I want to dominate you. I want you beneath me, on your knees, crying out my name and my name only.

I step toward you once again. "This Sesshoumaru still does not understand. He must be shown."

 

 

I chuckle inwardly but it does not show on my face. It figures that you would not understand; no mortal being has touched you in the manner I want to. And yet, my eyes are telling me that you really do understand. You are not the typical nervous, blushing virgin like Kagome was. You are confident, even arrogant. How many beautiful demonness's have you turned away in your life, Sesshoumaru? It humbles and entices me that you have allowed this to go so far; I have probably already gone beyond any of them.

You must be shown, huh? For the first time in performing this particular act, I am uncertain. You have told me exactly what I want to hear, but still I hesitate. Perhaps it is because I am not sure what I want anymore. But I cannot stand there in silence any longer. So I begin walking toward you, slowly, allowing a little extra swing to flow into my hips. I move around your right side, running my hand along your robes at shoulder height. I notice the void where your left arm should be and avoid it. My eyes drink up your form as I work my way back to your front.

 

 

As you circle me, the increased sway of your hips does not go unnoticed. It is slightly intoxicating, the movement in and of itself, and I cannot seem to look away from them. My eyes travel upward, lingering along the swell of your breasts, admiring the gentle and subtle curves of your frame.

The feeling of your hand against my clothing forces my head to clear a little; I am unused to brazen people such as yourself, who think themselves worthy to touch my person without permission.

Before I can react instinctually, I stifle the growl rising from my chest. The weight of your hand disappears about the same time you reappear at my front. Your lips catch my eyes; they are full, lush, and light pink. Something in me urges me to lean forward and take them with my own.

Instead, I lean forward and whisper in a husky tone, "Might this Sesshoumaru know your name?"

 

 

I cannot completely stifle my gasp of surprise at your question. No one asks for my name! With my method of feeding, I find it best to maintain a level of aloofness, a sort of detachment between myself and the people I service. I made an exception with Inuyasha and Kagome because of the novelty of the situation, but even then Kagome only requested my name because I inquired about hers first. And I certainly didn't desire her nearly as much as I now hunger for you, a craving which has nothing to do with my stomach.

So why do I hesitate to give you my name? I never realized how much that simple act can mean until just now. Perhaps it is because I fear my hunger, what I truly want to do to you. Suddenly I realize that I have been silent for far too long. So, stifling my anxiety, I raise my eyes to yours, meeting your seemingly neutral stare. But buried close to the surface, probably much closer than you intended, I see raw passion burning, and it gives me courage enough to accept my desires and let this encounter take us where it may.

"Tomomi."

 

 

I must say that I am surprised you forfeited such precious information so easily. Either you are unused to the stark, cold world of demonic nobility, or you are very, very trusting. My eyes narrow; you are too trusting, I have decided. A beauty such as yourself would not have survived this long without being noticed by someone of more power and authority.

"Tomomi..." I murmur your name, trying it on for size. It feels good on my lips, which is strange. No one else's name has ever felt so right resting inside my mind, other than my own. "It suits you."

Try as you might, you cannot hold back the blush that spreads along your cheeks, speckling the bridge of your nose with its reddened beauty. "There is a reason you are here, Tomomi," I say quietly - meaningfully. "This Sesshoumaru desires to know it."

 

 

I feel my brow twitch in exasperation. You still insist on playing this game, Sesshoumaru? You know exactly why I'm here. And now I find myself blushing just because of a small compliment. I'm the one acting like a virgin! Well, no longer. No more games; it is time to make my intentions abundantly clear.

Standing on my tiptoes, I place both my hands on the back of your neck and pull you down to meet me. I feel a jolt run through me as our lips touch for the first time, and I know you feel it too.

 

 

I feel almost helpless as my body reacts without my mind's permission; I press against you, moving my lips against yours eagerly. I grab you roughly by your upper arm, and a fang grazes your bottom lip as the kiss deepens and the lust burning in the air intensifies. You are no ordinary female...

And yet you are. As I sink lower into myself, allowing my base instincts to capture my consciousness, I cannot help but muse that you are the most perfect sort of contradiction.

Such a demonness must belong to this Sesshoumaru.

 

 

In an instant I am engulfed by your presence. The heat of your body surrounds me, overwhelms my senses. Raw passion throbs between us, rapidly becoming a separate entity beyond our control. Your aggressiveness surprises and thrills me, as does the taste of my own blood from the small cut inflicted by your fang. I want to taste yours as well; I want to savor all of you. I want to make you mine.

My arms circle around your neck as I pull you closer still, shoving my tongue inside your searing mouth. Your chest rumbles as my sopping appendage presses against yours, though I can't tell whether from annoyance or pleasure. It doesn't matter; I am not like other females, content to lie back and meekly take what the man gives them. I am out for plunder, and my lips and tongue fully partake.

 

 

My handmoves downward, palmroughly dragging across your meager clothing. With a single, extended claw and a flick of my wrist, the thin fabric is split in two, and it falls away. Your bare bosom presses against me as you deepen the kiss, your tongue twisting and dancing with my own. A slight growl escapes me at your boldness, and it amuses me. You are impressive so far; such wondrous skill, such an exotic taste!

It seems that we both desire to dominate the other, and I have never been met by such a foe. Eagerly, I rise to your challenge, removing my breastplate and haori while never removing my lips from yours. They are soft and sweet and especially delicious against my own, and I nip the bottom one lightly, purposefully, when I feel your fingertips and knuckles graze my lower stomach.

Breaking contact for only a moment, I whisper sternly against your mouth, "Do not think to disrobe this Sesshoumaru, woman."

 

 

It is exceedingly difficult to pull away from your lips, but I manage somehow. My hackles rise slightly against the censure in your tone. I hope you do not expect me to back down, to accept your dominance, Sesshoumaru. I will not cow to your will; you are not better than me. Boldly I lean forward and nip your nose in my own form of reprimand, my hands still ghosting over the muscles of your stomach.

"Did I give you permission to disrobe me?"

 

 

I do not know whether to snarl at you for your disobedience or laugh. You are an amusing one, and I find your surplus of dominant independence exceedingly arousing. It is a strange realization, but one that, being the honorable male that I am, I must adhere to.

The pause in your ministrations does not last long enough for me to decide, however, as your slim fingers find the tie of my hakama; without uttering a sound, I simply watch as you undo them, sliding them down my legs. Normally a servant would be the one to undress me, but not in so intimate a manner. Never so intimate...

"You must curb that attitude, woman," I say, my tone rising a bit as I watch your knees settle onto the ground.

 

 

"Perhaps that is something both of us should work on," I reply softly, not meeting your eyes. I recognize that I am on perilous ground with you; I doubt any other woman has stood up to you before. But I don't want to dominate you, Sesshoumaru; I merely desire to be equals. Despite your words, your actions and acquiescence to my touch show me that you are willing to give me that. It brings a bright smile to my face. Licking my lips only once, I reach for your fundoshi and begin slowly unwrapping my prize.

When the cloth is gone, I take a moment to study the object of my fascination. I have seen cocks of all shape and size in my lifetime, but yours has to be among the hardest. So rigid, straining for release in a desperation produced by years of neglect. It almost seems like one caress from me would cause you to explode, bathing the canopy above us in your seed.

You say nothing for the duration of my perusal of your form, but I see your fingers twitching by your side. Your pride won't allow you to say it, but you want my lips and tongue on you more than anything in this world right now, don't you, Sesshoumaru? I find that I am loath to deny you--us, any longer. Leaning forward, I languidly lick the sensitive underside from base to tip.

 

 

It is impossible to contain my reaction; your tongue is hot and moist against my most tender flesh. Shivers overwhelm me from head to toe as you continue to bathe the sensitive skin. The appendage in question throbs between your lips, and I lick my own in an effort to cool the growing fires of my attraction.

Indeed, we should work on that attitude, I think as I watch, enraptured by the movements of your tongue. I have just the thing to break you of your domineering habits - but it can wait. Releasing my head back, this Sesshoumaru is content to allow you to continue the act with which you have become so obviously skilled.

 

 

I see you throw your head back, Sesshoumaru. It makes me feel powerful, to have you at my mercy like this. Yet I know that I only have as much power as you grant to me; we both know that you are far more formidable than I am. But physical strength is not the only strength, and I fully intend to reduce you to a quivering mass of man-shaped jelly by the time we are through.

To that end, I decide to dispense with the simple licking and sucking I have engaged in so far. Pulling away briefly, I take a deep breath before taking you fully in my mouth. I relax my throat muscles, stifling my gag reflex and swallowing you as deeply as I can. Only when my nose is nestled against your small patch of pubic hair do I stop. I hold that position for a moment and then pull back and release you with a great exhale. Strings of saliva trail from my lips to your cock, and I raise my eyes to gauge your reaction.

 

 

You are pleased by my smallest reaction; I had no idea there could exist so simple yet so confounding a creature. My head snaps back downward when I feel the hot wetness of your mouth leave my cock without permission, and a displeased growl is poised and ready at my lips. However, when my eyes find yours, so full of haughtiness and celebratory amusement, I cannot help but notice the thin line of fluid hung in the air between your lips and the tip of my still throbbing member.

Dare I say that it is the single most seductive sight I have ever beheld.

My eyelids flutter, and I bite back a snarl at the realization that I have just given you exactly what you want. Your smirk is almost too much for this Sesshoumaru's pride to bear, and I reach down, grasping you harshly by your upper arm and hauling you back up to your feet, crushing your lips to mine. The bittersweet taste of what little of my seed has stained your tongue remains, assaulting me and enticing my further.

 

 

I barely have time to savor your reaction before you are kissing me again. I am surprised that you stopped me in the middle of my ministrations, but elated as well. I have already decided that you are no normal meal; I want far more from you than a taste of your essence.

Your tongue invades my mouth insistently, your fangs roughly grazing my lips, your actions driven by what feels to me like wounded pride. For once, Sesshoumaru, I will give you what you want, the sense of domination your ego demands. I go pliant in your embrace, accepting your caresses as the kiss becomes less aggressive, more tender. A low growl rumbles in your chest, tickling my bare breasts as they press against you. A small moan escapes me as my body reacts to your heated assault.

 

 

Upon hearing your throaty moan, my beast calms for a moment, relishing your submission. My mouth leaves yours, desperate for newer territory; my lips find their way down her chin, down your slim, seductively exposed throat, down your superbly sculpted collar. Growls escape me here and there, and I realize faintly that there is more to inu instincts than I had once thought.

You are not a normal bitch, but for a noble warrior such as myself, the battle is half the fun.

My fangs nip at your perky breasts, my tongue flicking along the pert nipples; they are perfect specimens, flawlessly round, not too large and not too small. Perfect - a word that seems to describe every aspect of you.

My hand settles eagerly upon your hip as you press closer against me; it curls into a fist, and your small gasp brings me back to myself. Looking down, I can see the spot where my claws cut into your perfect skin - the marks are jagged and harsh, puckering with thick, red blood. It is a most unbecoming sight, and it should be remedied quickly. Unable to look away, I slowly settle onto my knees, the palm of my hand carefully gripping your thigh. I lean forward, feeling the heat of your eyes on me, and my tongue brushes the smooth skin of your hip, moving upward along the scratch. I feel you shiver beneath my palm, possibly at the intimate contact, but I continue to lap up the thin river of blood that should not have stained you.

 

 

The small wound produced by your claws stings, but you more than make up for it in the next few moments. I cannot help but stare as you kneel before me and begin lapping at the blood. The tenderness you are showing me brings tears to my eyes, but I blink them back as the heat of your caress and the feel of your hand against my thigh have an entirely different effect on me. I shiver, and my knees start to shake. I have never allowed anyone to perform upon me the act at which I am most proficient, and most have not wanted to. Now I long for nothing more than your lips and tongue against my most sensitive flesh. The scent of my own arousal spikes in the air, and I spread my legs slightly, hoping you will get the message.

 

 

A highly uncharacteristic smirk sneaks its way onto my lips as I finish cleaning the wound; it should heal within a few hours. Satisfied with my work, I lean back onto my haunches, finally noticing the way your hips are spread ever so slightly. My dick twitches with uncontrollable arousal as I lightly sniff the air; it is filled with your heavy, intoxicating scent.

My hand moves across your naked skin, running along the side of your thigh to the back of your knee. My eyes wander upward slowly, drinking in the sight of your lithe, nude form, lingering once more at the swell of your breasts before finally reaching your eyes. They are hazy with lust as you gaze down at me, and with our gazes remaining locked, I lean forward, gently brushing my nose against the dark curls gathered at the apex of your slim thighs. The scent grows stronger, and it thrills me and relaxes me simultaneously. You are dripping wet, I know.

"Lie down," I command quietly.

 

 

I feel your eyes on me, Sesshoumaru, my skin heating wherever your gaze passes. Then you look directly into my eyes, and I know that mine reflect just as much pure lust as yours do. The sight of you teasing me with your nose, your golden orbs craned up towards mine, is quite possibly the most erotic sight I have ever beheld. My body is incredibly hot, the sensation almost foreign enough to make it feel like it is no longer my own. My hand itches to reach down and rub myself to a quick orgasm, but I know it will be much better if I wait. Especially after my ears detect your soft-spoken order.

It is exactly what I want to hear, but I am still nervous as I lie down on the grass. I have never presented myself to a man in this way before, and I cannot bring myself to spread my legs just yet. They remain closed as I study you, warily waiting for your next move.

 

 

I am well aware of your anxiety as I lick my lips, my hand gripping your kneecap. Leaning forward, you spread your slightly shaking legs more, and my nose leads me in the right direction. I become entranced so easily by your erotic scent, and I cannot handle containing my lust for you any longer - in a way, you have won the battle.

But this Sesshoumaru will win the war. I shall bring you to your figurative knees, onna, and you shall scream my name louder than any man has ever screamed yours.

My tongue darts out quickly, teasingly, sampling the thick, sweet juices coating your nether lips. As I observe your most private area, I can see that you are a light, succulent pink color; your pussy may not be the first that this Sesshoumaru has seen, but it is by far the most beautiful.

I can feel you shudder beneath my tongue as I press onward with it, licking up and down the lips of your core, from the bottom up to your engorged clit. It throbs against my hot tongue, and your juices drip down lips, covering my chin with their sweetness. Your moans barely reach my ears as I continue to bring you closer to a climax, and it pleases this Sesshoumaru to know that he may be the first to taste this delicate flower.

My lips gather around your clit, suckling tenderly on the sensitive nub of flesh and nerves as another idea hits me. Removing my hand from your knee, my index finger sneaks its way along your nether lips, sinking slowly into the folds of your pussy.

 

 

My nerves melt away as you lick me, and suddenly I can think of nothing beyond the riotous sensations coursing through my lower body. Oh, Kami...your tongue is nothing like anything that has ever touched me before. So soft, yet powerful as it manipulates my most tender flesh. I can feel my own moisture dripping down my skin and onto the grass. Then your lips latch onto my clit, and I swear I see stars. My back arches, my head rolling back as a breathless cry escapes me. I hear myself moaning even though I cannot remember giving my body orders to do so. I can't think anymore; I can only feel.

You continue to suckle my pleasure nub as your fingers find their way into my folds. Oh, Kami, keep doing that. Desperately my hands reach down and wind into your hair, holding you in place. PLEASE don't stop. I'm so close...

 

 

I can feel your fingers through my hair, woman, and for some reason it pleases this Sesshoumaru. Your entire body is slowly tensing beneath my ministrations, and your moans are increasing in both intensity and frequency. I speed up the movements of my tongue as my fingers work their magic; adding a finger only adds to your pleasure, I soon find out. I know that you are close to your climax, so close that I can taste it in your juice...

Suddenly, it happens; all in a rush, your body winds up tight and then releases unto itself with a loud, satisfying shriek. Your sweet nectar floods against my lips and I remove my fingers. I drink it all in, licking and sucking along the length of your soft, burning hot core.

Pulling my face away, I slither up your body, staining my lower middle and my hips with your essence as I rub along your thighs. Settling the front of my torso against yours, my lips find yours once more, sharing with you the taste of your own beautiful essence.

 

 

I shudder uncontrollably now, my body drawing tight as a bowstring. I hold you close, clinging to you like a lifeline as you drive me toward the completion I so desperately desire. I can feel the approach of something mind-blowing, so intense that it almost frightens me.

Finally I explode, my eyes slamming shut as whiteness sweeps across my vision. For what seems like hours I ride out the waves of my climax, quivering with the aftershocks. When at last my eyelids flutter open, it is the moonlit canopy I see, the branches seeming to wave at me in slow motion. My lips quirk in a contented grin; for a moment I am completely satiated. Then I feel you shifting, your body rubbing against mine as you move atop me, and the cooling embers in my belly begin to glow once more.

I catch a fleeting glimpse of gold before your lips are once more upon mine. I find that I like my own taste, especially when it is so expertly delivered to me. Your lips are aflame with the fruits of our passion, and the fire quickly spreads to my body as well when I feel the evidence of your arousal pressing against my inner thigh. Pushing forward with my tongue to do battle with yours, I stealthily reach between us and grasp your length firmly in one hand, stroking teasingly.

 

 

This time, I do not stifle my reaction; a lustful snarl escapesmy chest, and I let it settle against your pert breasts, rumbling tenderly. Your hands on my cock feel better than anything else, and it urges me to take you, hard and rough.

Pulling back, I capture your wrist in my own hand and bring it up to my lips; lightly nipping the smooth flesh between your thumb and index finger, I position my rock hard cock at your dripping entrance. Catching your eyes with my own, I hold your gaze as I sink slowly into you.

 

 

That growl of yours again, vibrating against my chest and sending tremors through my frame. I squeeze you harder, wordlessly encouraging you to give us what we both want. You get the message, nipping my brazen hand in what I think is affection mixed with mild reprimand.

My head wants to fall back as you fill me, but somehow I keep my eyes locked with yours. It has been so long since I shared relations with a man, but I am so wet that you slide easily inside me with little discomfort. A pleased sigh escapes me as you come to a stop, fully sheathed within my body. I see your lips drawn into a thin line as you try to keep from groaning. It feels just as good for you, doesn't it, Sesshoumaru? Smiling, I roll my hips, eliciting a small gasp from you despite your best efforts. That is all the encouragement you need, as you begin pumping in and out of me at a slow but rapidly increasing pace. Now my head does fall back, my body gyrating in time with your movements, meeting every thrust with fervor. I cross my ankles behind your back and sink my claws into your hips, urging you to let loose and assault me with the full strength of your passion.

 

 

I force down the grunts and moans threatening to break through; gnashing my teeth together, I barely keep myself from locking your tender throat within the grasps of my jaw. You are the first onna that I have been so blatantly intimate with, and my instincts are overwhelming as they urge me so viciously to take you for my own. I thrust into you harder, eliciting some of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard. You are the most brilliant foe I have ever come across, and I know that I have risen victorious. This shared celebration in the forest underbrush is all I require, however.

I feel as though I am lost in my own mind; shivers erupt along your limbs as my rough tongue moves across your smooth skin, and I cannot help myself - you taste sweeter than honey, more natural than rain. Grasping your hip with my hand, I pull you closer, pushing you gently until you are leaning into me at an angle. Your moans become surprised shrieks, and I cannot contain my own noises any longer. A loud, long growl escapes me as the passion and the pleasure between us intensifies, and this Sesshoumaru feels as though he has known you his entire life.

 

 

Your reluctant noises excite me further, Sesshoumaru, as the small clearing fills with the sounds of our lovemaking. The caress of your tongue sets my nerves aflame and threatens to overwhelm my senses. Now you draw my hips up, driving me into the ground with each thrust. And with each thrust you hit something deep within me, producing sensations so powerful that I cannot contain my shrill cries of pleasure. Another orgasm is rapidly approaching, and I briefly wonder how I ever lived without this.

Finally my climax engulfs me, my body shuddering with rolling convulsions that threaten to turn my mind to jelly. You were close as well, and the feeling of my body squeezing you sends you falling into your own completion. I feel the rush of your hot seed as you stiffen against me, grunting and growling like the true inu you are. We come down as one, each panting heavily. You pull out of me and collapse to the side, and I find myself once again staring at the canopy, completely satisfied.

After a few moments of silence I roll over to face you, to find you staring at me with those solid but expressive golden orbs of yours. I smile at you, and I don't miss the tiny upturn at the corner of your lips. Your eyes grin back at me, and you cannot hide anything from me, my Sesshoumaru. I decide in that moment that I am yours, for as long as you want me. Then another thought occurs to me, and my lips quirk in a mischievous smirk as I sit up and crawl toward you.

 

 

My eyes narrow inquisitively as you crawl across the grass, still dewy with our sweat and juices. You catch my eyes and offer a meaningful smile.

 

 

"I have not had my meal yet, Sesshoumaru."

 

 

The End