InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Spark ❯ Just a Taste ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven

 

Just a Taste

 

A/N: Warning! Up until now, I've been mild with the citrus. Now, to ME, this part coming (heh heh) up is fairly mild as well. But then…I'm a completely debauched pervert. The rating is safe at “R” methinks. If anyone disagrees, let me know, I'm happy to change it. That being said, towards the end we're for sure going to hit the NC-17 mark. Proceed with caution. The ENTIRE middle section is naughty.

 

 

Rin wasn't sure what the youkai had done to her, but soon after he'd chased her down and held a rag to her face, everything had gone fuzzy.

 

Now, she was laying on a futon with a terrible headache. The room was dark with not a single window. She wasn't even sure what time it was. She sat up and wiggled her grubby toes. Rin sighed. She wondered how long it would take Sesshomaru-sama to find her. She hoped it wasn't too long…she was hungry.

 

A door behind her slid open, flooding the small bedchamber with bright light that stung her eyes. She threw her arm over her face to shield herself from that light, even though she wanted to see who had opened the door.

 

Rin heard a snort. “You will not bow before your lord, girl?” It was the demon who had taken her, his voice laden with dark amusement.

 

She peeked over her arm. The taiyoukai had removed his black and green armor and now stood in a plain navy kimono. Had he not been sneering and narrowing his eyes at her, Rin thought he would've been handsome…though not anywhere near as handsome as her Sesshomaru-sama. She raised her chin. “You're not my lord. Sesshomaru-sama is.”

 

He kneeled beside her in a rustle of silk and grabbed her face in a bruising grip. Rin bit her lip to keep from crying out. She wasn't afraid, but she didn't want the demon to see her in pain.

 

“You'd do well to forget all about Sesshomaru-sama, girl. I can assure you, I've seen to it that he will be busy for quite some time. In fact, I'd wager your lord has forgotten all about you.” Raiju smiled.

 

Rin jerked her face away, scratching herself on his claws. “Ha! Sesshomaru-sama would never forget about me. Never. He always comes!”

 

Raiju stood and fixed her with a cold stare. “I assure you, he won't this time. By nightfall, he will be lost to you forever.” With that, the taiyoukai stood and walked toward the door. “Food will be brought for you shortly. I suggest you eat every bite. I would hate to have to…hurt you.”

 

The door slammed shut leaving Rin in darkness once again. She knew the demon was just trying to scare her. She'd been kidnapped plenty of times

 

But somehow…it just felt different. Swiping at the tears she promised she wouldn't cry, Rin felt a tiny sliver of doubt pierce her bright heart.

 

#

 

Kagome took a deep breath. Then another. Then another.

 

Then she was hyperventilating. I don't think I can do this! she thought, panic making her heart beat so hard she was sure it was going to burst through her chest.

 

Sesshomaru sat with his eyes half closed leaning against the trunk of a tree, one leg propped up his arm slung over his knee. He looked bored. She kneeled in front of him, fanning her flaming cheeks.

 

“Miko…does the thought of touching this Sesshomaru disgust you that much?” His voice snapped her gaze to his face.

 

Kagome clenched her fists. “Of course not! It isn't that!” She waved her hand. “You're good-looking in that untouchable-I'll-kill-you-if-even-think-about-it way.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “It's just that…I've never done this before…. I don't think I know exactly how to do it.” Kagome wished the earth would swallow her. This had to be the most humiliating experience of her life.

 

There was a rustling of dead leaves, and Sesshomaru was kneeling beside her. He hooked a clawed finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “You find this Sesshomaru desirable, little miko?”

 

Somehow, her voice stopped working. She tried to say, yes, while she found him attractive, she didn't love him so that made doing this sort of thing even more difficult, but all she could do was make a funny squeaky sound in the back of her throat. Kagome settled for nodding.

 

He just stared at her with his burning gaze, the finger under her chin so warm…and rough. She guessed he had to have lots of calluses from all the killing he did on a regular basis. It made her blush for some reason.

 

“Okay…so maybe you're too handsome,” she whispered.

 

He quirked a brow at her, a twitch of his lips the only sign of his amusement. “Too handsome?”

 

Kagome worried a loose string on the hem of her sweater. Her gaze was everywhere but his face. “Yeah…you know…I'm pretty plain in comparison.”

 

“Miko. Look at me.”

 

She obeyed and instantly wished she hadn't. No one had ever looked at her like that, as though she were something delicious…like they wanted to eat her whole.

 

“Even before this curse…this Sesshomaru thought that you were beautiful.”

 

Kagome only shook her head. “You don't know what you're saying. The only time you noticed me…you were trying to kill me. Nobody wants me for me. End of story.” She tried to sound like it was all a big joke, but her voice cracked, and her eyes stung.

 

His fingers brushed errant locks of her hair away from her face. “Perhaps the way this spell works…is that it brings forth the truth. A truth too hard to admit, even to myself.” His lips followed the path of his fingers, just barely touching her skin. Kagome shivered.

 

For a moment, she almost believed him. He sounded so sincere with his rich whispers. And it would be nice if it were true. That something so powerful and beautiful would want plain old her.

 

She clenched her eyes shut. “Just stop saying those things, okay? You'll regret them later.”

 

He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “As you wish.”

 

She nodded. “Right. Well, let's give this a try so we can go back to how things were.”

 

Sesshomaru watched her for a moment, then he nodded as well. He leaned back against the tree again as if to say, “Miko, have at it!” She bit her lip.

 

Suddenly, she was angry with herself. She'd faced Naraku! It had been her power-infused arrow that had killed him. Sure, she'd been scared, but she hadn't backed down. Well, I'm not going to back down this time either!

 

Taking a deep breath, Kagome squared her shoulders.

 

And sat there.

 

Okay, she thought, maybe I should just kiss him first and then work my way…um…down?

 

“Miko.”

 

She jumped. “Huh?”

 

“Would it help if this Sesshomaru showed you what he liked?”

 

A wicked part of her thought this was the best idea in the history of ideas. Despite being innocent, Kagome had a great imagination. She was pretty sure she knew exactly what he was talking about. Her mind's eye supplied her with something so naughty that she let out a shuddering breath, squeezing her legs together. She also knew he could smell her growing…interest. Somehow, he didn't bother her half as much as it should.

 

What could it hurt? Aside from his horror at what he'd done when the spell wore off…. But maybe….

 

Kagome nodded weakly, blood rushing to her cheeks and roaring in her ears.

 

He was taking off his boots. Kagome pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to hide her grin and suppress her giggles. She didn't know why it was funny…but it was. She'd never seen his feet. Much like his hands, they were long and slender, his toes tipped with sharp claws. Must be hell on the sheets, she thought. Unless he sleeps with his boots on. Or up a tree. Or never at all.

 

He had dark magenta stripes on his ankle that disappeared up the legs of his pristine white hakama. Wonder how far those go? she wondered before she could stop herself.

 

With slow precision, he removed the furry pelt he always wore. It was amazing. He looked…smaller…less scary. Who knew that a big boa could be intimidating? His armor came off next. He let it clatter to the ground, making her flinch. Kagome stuck her shaking hands between her knees so he couldn't see how damn nervous she was.

 

He slid a clawed hand between his chest and his inner kimono. Kagome's eyes widened. Was he going to get totally naked? He was moving so slowly. Kagome wondered if he was doing it just to tease her, but then she saw how his hand shook just a little and she felt her heart soften towards him. He must've been nervous too.

 

Sesshomaru slipped off the right side of his kimono only exposing the hard planes of his chest. Kagome sucked in a breath.

 

It wasn't as if she'd never seen a hot guy without a shirt before. InuYasha had been sans shirt around her lots of times. But…Sesshomaru's body was…well, it was just more manly, even if his face was more feminine. His shoulders were broader than she'd thought they'd be.

 

She wished he'd just take the rest of it off. Then she remembered his arm. She imagined he was ashamed of it, and for a moment she felt a terrible stab of guilt. Okay, so she hadn't hacked his arm off, but his right arm was a thing of beauty…she assumed the left one had been just as corded with muscle covered in smooth, smooth skin.

 

It was a damn shame. She briefly thought of slapping InuYasha next time she saw him. Urf, she thought. I really should try NOT thinking about him right now.

 

His hand was trailing down his stomach now, moving towards the waistband of his hakama. Oh shit, she thought. I don't know if I can take this.

 

“Come here, Kagome,” he said, his voice more of a growl than anything else.

 

She hesitated, but only because she thought she should. Kagome sat between his knees, her hands in her lap, her gaze on her fingers. Sesshomaru leaned forward, long strands of his hair falling over her hands. It felt like cool silk. Absently, she ran her knuckles over his hair.

 

His breath was hot on the top of her head. Sesshomaru nudged her face. “Touch me,” he whispered in her ear.

 

Fingers closing over her wrist, Sesshomaru pulled her towards him, until her chest almost brushed his. He placed her palm over his heart.

 

Kagome swallowed hard. He was moving her hand lower. And lower until her index finger dipped into his navel. The hard muscles of his stomach danced under her quivering fingers.

 

He stopped. Her wrist rested against the waistband of his hakama. She guessed he was leaving the rest up to her.

 

But she was wrong.

 

Sesshomaru put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back. With a few deft movements, he divested himself of his hakama, forcing her startled gaze to his face.

 

His hand tugged at her sweater. Kagome shook her head. “Just you,” she managed breathlessly.

 

“I won't touch you. I only wish to see you,” he said.

 

Kagome put her arms over her head. Sesshomaru pulled her sweater and her tee-shirt over her head. The cool spring air felt delicious on her bare chest. That's when she realized in her haste to get to the witch, she'd forgotten her bra.

 

Embarrassed, she looked at him. But he wasn't looking at her. His body gave one long shudder and he closed his eyes. It was as though he could barely contain himself at the mere sight of her breasts.

 

Her gaze traveled over him. She gasped. He was naked. Totally naked. And he had stripes in interesting places. Like his lean muscular thighs…and over his sharp hip bones…they ended in points…right by his groin.

 

She'd never seen…one before. Well, she'd changed Souta's diapers a few times, but she didn't think that counted. It was the most intimidating thing she'd ever seen in all her life. Kagome was pretty sure it wouldn't fit in anything she had. If Sesshomaru had brandished his sword in front of her face she would've been less scared.

 

All of her trepidation and shyness fled when his long fingers wrapped around his hard length.

 

“Oh…,” she whispered, tearing her eyes away to look at his face.

 

Sesshomaru was staring at her, his pale cheeks pinked in the barest of blushes. She decided smoldering lust was a good look for him.

 

“Like this,” he said, his hand moving up slowly.

 

Kagome scooted closer to him and reached out a trembling hand. Her fingers brushed the tip of him. He moaned, arching his head back, eyes rolling back into his head.

 

His hand moved aside…which was a shame, she was rather enjoying it, only to close over her own hand and guided her over himself.

 

He growled deep in his throat, his jaw muscles clenching. Kagome let him move her hand, enjoying how soft and hard he felt in her palm, how his back arched and his hips thrust forward. In that moment, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. And she desperately wanted to kiss him.

 

Timidly, Kagome leaned forward and pressed her lips against his parted ones. He stiffened and Kagome moved to pull away. But then his hand left hers to go to the back of her head, and he drew her closer.

 

As his tongue ran over her bottom lip her nipples brushed against the heated skin of his chest. Kagome gasped, and Sesshomaru delved his tongue in her mouth, swirling it around hers.

 

Unconsciously, she began to move her hand faster up and down his length. Doing this to him was addictive. He writhed under her, and when he broke their kiss, tossing his head to the side, Kagome wanted only to taste the skin of his pale throat. Lightly, she ran her tongue over the place where his pulse fluttered just under his skin. Then, she grazed her teeth along his neck.

 

The hand at the back of her head tightened, pulling her hair a little, but the sharp pain in her scalp felt inexplicably good.

 

Kagome ached. Trying to relieve some of the mounting pressure in her body, she pressed herself harder against him, but still kept her hand around his length, never ceasing her movements. She wondered if the skin of his manhood tasted just as salty and sweet as the flesh of his neck.

 

She brought both of her hands up to rest on his chest and slid them slowly down his body. His eyes snapped open, the gold of his irises gone, washed away by the crimson tide of lust. Even the whites of his eyes were red.

 

Kagome thought it should've scared her, but it didn't. It made her bold. She ran her hands up his smooth thighs up to his hips, giving them a light squeeze. With a wicked grin, she kissed his lips.

 

But she didn't linger there. She moved down his neck to his chest. Kagome trailed her tongue down his stomach, into his navel. Looking up at him, she loved the way he was panting and trembling. She wondered what other kind of reactions she could get out of him.

 

Kagome paused to look at the clear liquid that had beaded on the tip of his erection. She took a deep breath and hesitantly licked it off.

 

“Yes,” he hissed between his teeth, his entire body going rigid.

 

Deciding it wasn't as bad as her girlfriend's made it out to be, Kagome took as much of him into her mouth as possible.

 

Something crashed through the underbrush startling her. Kagome pulled away swiftly, ignoring Sesshomaru's snarls of protest. She covered her breasts with her arms and looked in the direction of the noise.

 

InuYasha stood, swaying on his feet, his face a mess of bruises. He was covered in blood and holding something small and black in his arms. The hanyou's eyes widened when he saw her. “K-Kagome?”

 

Before she could scream, make excuses, run away, or die, InuYasha collapsed in a bloody heap.

 

#

 

A servant had brought her food. Cold rice and some bland miso soup. Rin shrugged. It wasn't as good as fresh fish and wild berries, but she was so hungry she didn't care.

 

She gobbled it up without remembering her manners. Then she felt guilty. Master Jaken was always whacking her over the head when she ate too fast…now he was hurt. She couldn't bear to think he might be dead.

 

As Rin was about to stand up to feel and explore with the one candle they'd left her, a sudden terrible pain gripped her belly. She doubled over with a soft cry, eyes watering.

 

Something had been wrong with her food.

 

#

 

Raiju listened impassively to the girl's screams of pain. It was unfortunate she had to suffer so, though there'd be no real lasting damage.

He smiled. Things were falling into place better than he could've imagined. Sesshomaru would know his pain and would pay for the crimes he'd committed.

 

It had taken three long years of planning and scheming, but at last he'd achieved his aim. Sesshomaru was following, albeit unwillingly, in his father's footsteps…by chasing after the woman of his half-brother. Hopefully, it wouldn't be long before the two of them killed each other in a jealous rage.

 

Raiju laughed softly and retired to his bedchamber for the night. He had no wish to see Sesshomaru's ward until the transformation was complete. He'd been told the process could get…messy.

 

 

 

A/N pt. II: I'm humbled by the awesome reviews. They make my day! And swell my ego to horrific proportions! Thank you most kindly. I hope you all enjoy this chapter half was much as I enjoyed writing it. Take care!