InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Feeling's Mutual ❯ Aftermath: Redemption ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

'A week.'

That was how long it had been since the strange and denied tryst had took place. The days stretched and mourned. The hours steeped and hollowed. The minutes thinned and ticked with an uncharaterist annoyance.

It was all so very tiring, Sesshoumaru thought as he tipped the cup to his black coffee. The hotness grounded him and set his nerves at ease. Setting the cup on the desk he leaned back in his office chair and turned it slowly towards the bright window. The sun shone so joyous, the air seemed so peaceful and it was all sickening.

Gold eyes narrowed at the cropped happiness of outside and felt a chill run up his spine. The cold feeling grabbed hold of his pride and rattled it into a state of confusion.

He was Sesshoumaru was he not. The Sesshoumaru that made bitches world wide pawn and convinne, fall over themselves not caring who they must step over to grace the sheets of his bed. Was he not THAT Sesshoumaru.

Closing his eyes against the glare of the light, he turned back to the oak desk with a single thought; how disgraceful.

The crushing blow to his ego since he was dubbed a hit it and quit it did not ebb in the least. Time was doing nothing to heal his wounds, it only left more opportunities for them to be thrown back in his face.

It was suppose to be him that did the hitting and quitting. That bitch was to be put in her place, to beg him for another chance to be parted by his talented cock.

Sesshoumaru could not help the fact that his eyes strayed down to his own pants. 'It is your fault,' the black slacks that hid his member said nothing.

He must be redeemed.

"Jaken."

It didn't take long for the short older man with a bald head to hurry into his home office. With a dramatic bow that looked as if it belonged to the Warring Eras, Jaken muttered, "Sesshoumaru-sama?"

"Get the whelp on the phone."

While the male made a quick exit to carry out his orders, Sesshoumaru turned back to the window.

A redo was in order. The sequence of time and fate had to be reorganized before the world could turn once more. 'This is not over. Far from it.'

FD~FD~FD

He pushed open the basement door with added force. A tangled knot of eager limbs they some how found their way down the small set of steps without tripping over themselves.

He nipped at the tender flesh that was the underside of her jaw. Moving together with barely enough balance to walk at the same time the male kissed his way back to her swollen lips. His muscled arm flexed as he led up his hand to fondle soft mounds through the barrier of her dress.

The kiss broke as her nipples pebbled, his lips finding their way to her slender neck while she moaned her appreciation. Black hair trembled as the petite female began a slow descent to the floor ready with a burn to be filled. So when her lover wrapped his arm around her waist and stopped, confusion sprouted. Why was she still on her feet when she so desperately wanted to be laid.

The question in her eyes didn't last once the mischievousness in his own nodded to the center of the room. “Pool table,” was all he murmured and it was all that was needed.

A special spice of naughtiness influenced her step. A sly smile graced her perfectly formed lips once the rim grazed the cheeks of her ass. They wasted no time in their stride to mount the pool table. In record speed he was between her legs as the table shook under their added weight.

He moved to grab the remote and as soon as the tv came to life his groin shook in response to the loud moaning of his favorite porn.

The heat of the room got hotter. The lust flowing through the air got thicker. It was almost to much to bare. She spread her legs and gave him an excellent view of her shaven womanhood that dripped in call to the hard bugle in his pants.

A groan slipped pass his lips. It was two of his favorite things under a lady's dress. A shaved clean pussy and no panties. His cock twitched and strained. He wanted to be in her so badly. It seemed that foreplay was a far fetched dream today.

White hair tinkled across broad shoulders as he brought himself up to a kneeling position between those laudably long legs. He leaned down to nuzzle where her dark curls use to be, inhaling the feminine scent of her arousal with a satisfied grunt and fell back to rest comfortably at the apex of her thighs again.

“Moan for me,” he whispered the demand, licking the shell of her ear as he grounded his rigid tent against her wet folds. The damp marks on his jeans went by unnoticed as she let loose a whimper.

"Moan for me louder."

An adventurous hand invaded the space between their bodies to cup the front side of her crotch. He added slight pressure, gripping her more firmly before allowing a single digit to part her slick entrance. Two more fingers fueled her sensation and his desire was coupled as the whimpers she moaned became feisty.

Silk dark hair began to drench as sweat rolled into her hairline. Her head tilted back in bliss as she began to move onto his penetrating fingers.

'More.'

She needed more. Craved the pleasure he denied with his teasing.

“G-give me?” she expressed breathlessly, unable to finish the question. Heavy lids fell as she exhaled loudly. The stirring of a small orgasm was on the brink but was not coming any closer. She needed <b>more</b>.

“Give you what?” His thumb rolled along her hardened pink pearl, caressing the pleasure spot that made her moan so beautifully. He rubbed her fast and stopped before doing it over.

It was torture.

An idle thought of him punishing her made a fleeting pass through her mind but her view was hazy and she didn't think much of it. All that mattered was that she got more.

Groaning in frustration, she exclaimed her irritation with a mad pout and pathetic mewl. And the legs of the pool table shook.

The silent beg ended the game.

He stopped the flow of his fingers in favor of toying with the latch and zipper of his pants. Reaching inside he gripped his pulsing flesh, as it eagerly appeared from the confines of his jeans, ready.

The table shook with their movements- the flick continued its erotic motions- and he leaned down to taste her lips once more, lining the head of his hardness with her slickness.

The table whined as he moved in for the final act of enlightment and the only warning for what happened next was the table shook before the legs crumpled and gave out.

The two fell with the game field in shocked silence, a minor thread of pain from the impact stilling them in confusion before it went away quickly.

The mood was drastically shifted. The legs from the pool table looked as if they were trying despretely to crawl from under its top parts and the two beings added weight.

It was too sudden. Too soon to think.

“"Damn, Kikyo! What have you been eating?”" Inuyasha glared down to the woman beneath him. It was too rare of an occasion that he thought before he spoke.

Kikyo stared back blankly. Did she hear him correctly? There was no way he could accuse her of breaking his precious pool table. It was equally impossible that he did so by implying that she was fat.

“"Dammit! Look at this shit. Look at my baby--all broke. Damn, damn, damn, damn.”"

Was he unaware of his trending on a thin line- hell- jumping on said line. It was becoming dangerously close, this bitch fit.

“"You better fix this! I love this damn pool table. And I take that crap back about you not needing to go on a diet...”"

The complaint was never fully issued as he felt pain course through him in waves. His deviously handsome face contorted in horror as he clutched tightly at his exposed member with both hands. Any stiffness that might have occupied the now burning length-for different reasons- fled with a moments notice when KikyoÂ’s well aimed knee made contact with his sensitive area.

With haughty, impatience hands she pushed Inuyasha off of her. He rolled off the flattened pool table helplessly. His hands still held their place over his aching, flaccid abused partner as tears welled in the corners of his eyes.

Lifting gracefully to her feet, Kikyo straightened her dress while brushing particulars of dust and whatnot from her attire. Brown eyes zeroed down to the curled up figure. Pity flickered in those dark depths momentarily before the feeling passed.

She stepped over him, gliding on hot air to the small flight of stairs. Before disappearing up them she glanced back to her still gasping boyfriend. With a stern and cold voice she gave him a heads up, "“I suggest you become fond of that hand of yours. You two will be spending much time together. Have fun getting acquainted."”

And she left him there. It must have run in the family. The small tune she whistled faded into the backdrop. Inuyasha stayed folded in on himself until the pain ebbed. And as soon as he climbed to his feet the sound of his cell from its discarded position on the couch gave him pause.

What now? Unless it was someone that could provide him a new pool table he was not interested. Walking over he picked up and answered without looking at the caller id.

FD~FD~FD

'A week and two days.'

That's how long the ache had settled into the pits of her stomach. It whispered fantasies and erotic dreams to her. Murmuring sweet and deep ended positions while she bathed. It weaved a spell of carnal desires in her sleep.

She felt stilled.

It was as if she could not move, the wetness that would gather in her panties for minor things such as thoughts anchored her body. It chained the very essence of her breath until she panted with a temporary release of her own doing. But it wasn't enough, the ache would creep back up her back when she wasn't looking and massaged her muscles into spamming with heat.

Sighing, she contemplated when she had become so wanton.

Kagome hung upside down from the edge of her bed. Her inky black tresses flowed to the floor as if it were a midnight touched waterfall. The blood rushed to the bottom of her head as she hoped it'll be enough to drain her mind of such thoughts.

Everything was so wrong. Her world had been turned upside down, she was not behaving as the Kagome she was suppose to be. Kagome was not adventurous. Kagome was not a whore. Kagome did not have one night stands.

'Kagome should stop referring to herself in third person' she mused with a shake of her head.

She let her hands drop to the floor and stared at the upside down wall, trying to look at things from a different angle.

No matter how long and hard she stared understanding didn't come and the ache didn't leave. Even now she felt it, hot and deadly caressing the insides of her thighs and spreading them to--

She lifted herself, climbing back to normal and cuddled with a pillow. It didn't hug her back but that was okay.

--press against her heat. Tempting fingers slid--

Kagome opened her eyes, not sure when she closed them. A groan of unfullfillment escaped her. Why was this so hard? Wasn't the purpose for her having sex with that jerk to get rid of the ache? Figures he'd make it worst. Assholes did not help ease pain, they stroked it to full heights, she should have known that.

She hated him so much. Reaching down a hand she coaxed two fingers into her weeping folds and with an unfortunate imagination scenes from the best sex she'd ever had played vividly behind her eyes.

FD~FD~FD

'A week and three days.'

One night stands never had a solid concept she was well informed of. The few snippets of memories from college life about one night stands were not her own.

She had lived her wild days through the pictures Kikyo, Sango, and other friends painted for her. Not the most exciting college experience but it got her through without a single night of no strings attached sex. And by senior year Kouga was in her life and there were plenty of strings. Strings like him never leaving her side for her to even attempt such things college girls did so freely.

Kikyo told her it would bite her in the ass. Sango said she should live out some fantasies. They both were sure that it would back up and one day she wouldn't be able to control her urges.

Kagome never thought they'd be right or at least close. She should have done 'something.' Now she was utterly clueless. The raven haired female was not sure if one night stands came with some kind of manual. She did not know the guidelines but as oblivious as she was, she was quite sure that after a night of no strings fun they were not to meet again.

Kagome's brow furrowered, 'this can't be right.' She pondered the sheer irony of her delicate situation. How ironic that she would be staring into cold gold eyes in her doorway, a week and four days after she'd left him. Wasn't he supposed to be saved as a memory passed out on his brother's pool table?

It made no sense. His scene had reached its conclusion, the curtains were closed on the chapter and yet he reached forward with a arrogant stubbornness and slid his fingers into the cracks of the lock she thought she'd tied shut. The colorful ribbon restraining the pages of her book had a loose string, it caught on a hook and slowly unraveled the secrets so elgently designed to be kept forever.

Kagome blinked.

She was sure none of the stories she had heard non-concluded like this. The man was proving to be impossible, he stared as if she was in the way, blocking the end of their story. Unwavering in their sun kissed stead, they looked beyond her and as if it were part of the norm, he moved her aside and invited himself in.

Didn't he know his role?

Kagome gapped openly, still by the door, hand still on the knob and face still on the floor. These were times that defined the creation of words. So maybe she should say something...anything, "Huh?"

Honey hued orbs locked on her's with an air of sumpremcy. Sesshoumaru walked to her couch, spying it suspiciously. It took a whole minute of inspecting the furniture before he deemed it worthy to be sat on. The cushion whined a bit under his weight as he made himself comfortable with a disheartened expression before looking back to her. "You should close the door."

And surprisingly she did. Rather forceful the door slammed with a loud thud, the noise awakening her voice and before she could stop herself she was already yelling. "What the hell are you doing here!"

There was a man in her home, in her sanctuary and he was neither friend or guest. Her finger accused him of the impossible, jabbing in his direction. Kagome stuttered over herself, "How did you find me?"

The man in question rose a hand to his ear. "Must you be so talkative? Quiet."

"How DID you find me?" she repeated with added emphasis, giving him a pointed glare that he brushed off entirely to easy.

His response was both slow and disinterested as though only to shut her up. Most likely, too. "Apparently your worth is a new pool table for the idiot."

"Idiot?"

Sesshoumaru considered her with a raise brow, "Isn't it obivous?" She rose a brow of her own and he lamented, "Inuyasha."

Of course he and she broke the pool table to begin with so in actually he was clearing a debt without ever being charged. The boy would never know.

Kagome wondered over his answer before a hot blush rose on her cheeks and the ache rubbed her back suggestively. Pool table--Inuyasha? Oh, shit they broke his pool table. It didn't take a genius to figure it out and by the small rise of his lip she'd say he was reading her blush too clearly.

The raven beauty looked away. There was something quite interesting on that plain bland white wall that called for her attention. And with the rise of her awareness so was the rise of her ache that made looking anywhere but at him seem like a fantastic option.

Everything was growing hot to quick. Pool table coming from his lips rocketed her memories to the front line. It was with a desperet battle she did not shake and waver on her now not so sure feet.

Unaware of her dilemma, the male in question observed his surroundings. There was a fat cat that had approached him to sniff his shoes and Sesshoumaru nearly kicked it but settled for leaning back on the detestable lumpy brown sofa. He waited, turning his head back in her direction, he wondered how long it would be until she stop standing over there like a deer caught in headlights but refusing to look upon her predator.

He did not come to watch a bad impressions show, he came to watch something more on the explicit side. And maybe his appearance had something to do with his pride not being able to rest with an unsettled score.

' Hn. No one abandons this Sesshoumaru on the crusts of a pool table.' How dare she, in exchange for his troubles she owed him a great deal...preferably without clothes.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

The scream caught his attention but the words failed to have the same succession.

"Did you say something?"

Have you ever had one of those "moments", where with one look you could tell exactly what someone was thinking. Her face twisted, lips drying into a crude grimace, eyes closing with wrinkles scrunching the skin due to the excessive effort.

With one look, Sesshoumaru concluded that maybe she was mad. At what he couldn't be sure, but his powers of deduction reasoning and observation said she was mad. But just to be clear as he never enjoyed trying to figure out female emotions, he decided to ask, "Are you upset?"

Kagome opened her eyes then, disbelief coloring her a different shade of emotion and spoke as if it were new to her, "I think I am."

The male rolled her response around in his head before deciding it was none of his concern, "Hn." He nudged the cat with the tip of his shoes but that only seemed to entice the furry beast to continue its molestation of his person.

So busy with glaring at the cat he didn't notice when she walked away from the door. Petite feet and feminme hands cut into his line of vision as she cupped the feline off the floor and into a protective chest.

"Don't be rude to Buyo. You are a visitor in his house after all." Leaving, she walked around the small corner and placed the cat in the bathroom, second guessing herself the entire time.

A heat that had spark confusion in her. A heat with a ache that told her exactly what she wanted to do but something more logical sang a different story. It said to make him leave, that he was unwanted here and to never think on him again.

But as she made her way back into the living room something more primitive whispered things that were so sickly sweet with want it made her flush.

With delicate patient, Kagome seated herself in her lazyboy to the side of the sofa and decided to address the situation in a different manner, speaking calmly, "What are you doing here-?"

Asshole was at the tip of her lips. It took great effort not to call him by the name she remembered him. Watching him watch her watch him, Kagome waited for him to speak. Memories flooded into her, flesh and still new. Her legs clenched instinctively, she remembered that long silver hair matted with sweat. She remembered those perfect lips contorted into a inhuman sneer. She remembered that body, drench and dripping, dipping into her fast and hard.

It took effort not to fall back into the recesses of her own mind. Kagome shocked herself with the excitement she attempted to quell. Since that day she was allowed no forgetfulness as she'd hoped.

"To close loose strings on a debt." His answer confused her, she waited for him to elaborate but it remained a non-sequitur.

She wanted to move. She needed fiction, and it was becoming painfully clear that she would not be able to choke the awkward silence that moved so freely between them. With no other resources she did the only thing she could think of, "Tea?"

Golden eyes hypnotized her for two strained minutes before he consented with a slow nod of his head.

Kagome rushed to the kitchen, angry once more at him and more at herself. No wonder she never did one night stands in college, she really sucked at them.

Setting the kettle of water over the heating stove, she reminded herself how much contempt she held for him. How dare he stroll into her home, sit on her couch and make ~her~ uncomfortable. He was so inconsiderate and there was nothing she hated more. No matter how much dislike she piled over his head, an underlying desire still stirred and the more it tossed and turned the more anger built in her.

She was behaving disgustingly.

The steam whistled from the pot. It shocked her into awareness to the fact she was mumbling to herself.

"Damnit..." she whispered, gritting her teeth and pulling her hand from the metal handled that she'd forgotten to release once she put it on the stove. Biting the inside of her cheek, she restrained the string of curses for which her mother would be ashamed.

He was corrupting everything, she concluded, running her hand under the cold water her sink so wonderfully supplied.

"You should be careful. Hot things tend to burn," Sesshoumaru leaned against the wall of the kitchen opening. Managing to watch her with veiled amusement and appearing bored at the same time.

How did he do that?

Kagome's head jerked towards him, his voice sending a jolt of surprise crashing into the most basics of her nerves.

'This man had been inside of me,' oddly enough that was her first thought, her second was more reasonable, 'how long has he been there'.

"What are you doing-" she began.

"Do you not tire of asking that?" He interrupted, provoking something he knew lay dormant, "For I tire of hearing it."

It took a moment before she narrowed her eyes, something about him and today and her desires slowed her reactions, "You..you jerk."

"Familiarity breeds contempt. I am joyous you are finally coming back to yourself." This hesitation would not do, he wanted that spitfire. The woman that he pounded into and bent over to reveal something beautiful before him.

"What the hell do you want from me?" He was messing with her and she knew it. She was not so clueless as to not deduce his reasoning for being here tonight. She was however clueless on how she wanted to response.

He did not answer, she did not need one. He reached out his hand and heat settled in her stomach. The ache spiked. It urged her to abandon herself, to be lost in him and allow him escape into her. She had been craving it, although she still disliked him she held no ill will toward the magnificent wonder he called his body.

Kagome cracked. She really did suck at one night stands, she mused as she took his hand and led the way into sweet abandon.

******

"Have you noticed Kagome's been acting a bit weird since we left Inuyasha's last week?" Sango fell to the bed, a contemplating stare in her eyes as she gazed up at the ceiling.

Miroku crawled after her, his attention more on her heaving mound rather than her words. He let a hand inch up to grab one, giving a gentle squeeze and resting his head in the crook of her neck as he settled besides her.

"Hmm.." was all he would utter, taking the shell of her ear between his teeth.

"Mi-Miroku," she shoved him aside much to his displeasure. "I'm serious. She's been all stiff and outta whack. Maybe I should call her."

Sango reached for her cell phone on the floor by the bed in her purse. She would have been successful if it hadn't been for the strong arm that wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his finely shaped body.

"Let her be. Who knows maybe all she needs is a man. She could be with one right now."

"Miroku!" Sango swatted at his arm to no avail, and he nibbled the back of her neck where her pleasure spot resided. Her struggles creased to exist. The pressure in her back relaxed with his minisation...maybe he was right.

******

Gravity forced them to the bed as a pile of tangled limbs and shattered clothes. Her pajama's were divested to the floor as was his shirt, pants and shoes. After the attack of greedy fingers he remained cloth in only boxers and she scantily in a pair of cotton panties and a mismatched bra.

Lips locked with a pull on the universe, circling all things that ever held any significance around the heat of their bodies and the desires of their most primitive urges.

He touched her all over, kneading her soft skin with powerful strokes as he pushed further in her mouth for dominance. And she pushed back. The ache that settled permentantly at the base of her belly thriving for this moment. It yearns for touch- strokes, licks, nips, and all things gifted to the art of sex. It moved her forward with a wanton haste, soaking her panties in a drop of a dime while fueling her hands to take in every bulging tendon.

She scraped her nails across his back, signing her name and provoking involuntary gasps from his lips.

Sesshoumaru leaned up from the feeling loving the pain but glaring just because. She spread her legs wider for him and panted from a lack of breath. Bucking her hips forward she gave less than subtle hints as he kneeled up between those dangerously curvy legs.

With reckless care he grasped both of the females knees and parted them as far as possible. Gold eyes locked on the wet cotton that sheiled her from his view. Kagome thrust her hips up once more.

"Patience is a virtue." He hadn't wavered in his stare once as his deep baritone snaked up the curves of her body. Her hips bucked again in response, a heady moan following the gesture as her walls quaked and tried to suck him in.

Not deterred or uncaring of her need, Sesshoumaru just held steady her knees while fire piled behind his eyes at the sight of her wetting even more. That cotton was drenched.

"A far cry from the silk..." he murmured.

That caught her attention. "Screw you."

"In do time." He released her right knee, his hand curving downward and a stray finger touched her through her panties. It traced down the covered slit and back slowly with delicate care. "It would seem my pussy missed me."

Her back arched at his voice.

"Look how even as you are still clothed, your walls tries to clutch this lonely finger through it."

The teasing finger dragged harder against the material, stopping over the hot opening to press the cloth as far as it could strain into it. It wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. Kagome shivered, she didn't need to look down to see, she could feel the quake in her dripping cunt trying to entice that wicked finger.

Blue flashed as she let loose a growl. The woman wasn't too sure on whether she wanted to smack him or pull his face down between her thighs and lock him their. The choice seemed tough until he fell back into her and the stiffness of his cock brushed that agonizing ache. Thoughts fled. Heat corrupted the air of the room leaving anything that wasn't wet and hard in a fog of things better left forgotten.

The crevice of her legs molded perfectly to narrow hips. She crossed her ankles around him, he pushed more into her and she felt him.

Hot and heavy. A blissful moan ran past her lips and fell to his engorged member. The head of his hardened dick slipped past the slit of his boxers and responded to her moan with a drip of pre cum.

"No more teasing," her words were husky, using the back of her knees she nudged him forward. Even through her underwear she could feel the veins of his cock. He was so hard it was a wonder how it stood up with all that weight. Womanly legs tightened at the thought of that hardness filling a place so achingly empty right now.

Silver strands trickled down in a rain of moon spun magic past his shoulder -beautifully fit shoulders at that-. Sesshoumaru tangled his hand in the nest of her raven crown, fisting a handful before yanking her head back. Taking little notice to the yelp she released, he bared her creamy throat to him, licking from her shoulder to her jaw line. Turning her whine of protest to a whimper for more.

Sucking in the shell of her ear, he thrust his length against the barrier of her panties. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." He intoned while mimicking what he intended to do to her tight sheath by rolling his hips and thrusting once more.

A mewl broke free. Her eyes rolled behind her lids and she refused to open them.

His strokes were deadly. Long and hard. Just like she liked all things on men. He wouldn't relent, her panties were soaked through and despratation was crawling at her modest pride.

'More', her mind supplied but her mouth did not receive the memo. Her hands found a home on his back, grasping the muscles she felt bunching underneath her dainty fingertips.

"Do you want to be fucked?"

"Y-y-yess." The timid response she gave was hissed and yet still shy.

"Say it."

He was torturing her. This was cresting the verge of bondage in her book. At that moment she was cursing who ever thought of the use for panties because if not for them a tilt of the hips would be effective in drawing that hard cock in.

The long and hard strokes watered down to short and soft. It was so painful. She defineitly wanted to hit him now-if only she didn't want it soooo bad.

Kagome swallowed her pride with surprising ease. With her eyes still closed she whispered, "Fuck me?"

"Did you say something?"

Her fist balled to the side, anger open her blues to the amused amber. "Fuck me!"

There was something about the way the corner on his lips twisted that didn't sit right with her. In a second his handsome face lost all it's sadistic mirth as he leaned down sensually to the shell of her ear.

Taking the tender flesh between his teeth and nibbling on it gently before releasing. The seductive sway in his voice could've been legal as he murmured, "You did not say please."

Kagome blinked.

Damn him! Her head hit the back on her pillow, her ego taking such a big beating tonight, she mustered her courage and worded her request carefully. "Fuck.Me.Please"

Sesshoumaru smirked down at her and very curtly replied, "I will think on it."

Quickly his hand left her hair and he abandoned the attention of her ear in favor of kissing down to her chest. Pushing the pink bra over her breast with one hand, he latched his mouth to a mound with out thought and allowed the other hand to descend to the covered southern mound.

The heat that met his wandering hand was scorching. A quirk of apperication touched his lips. How indeed his pussy missed him, he thought longingly as a lone finger hooked the line of underwear to the side and slid into that heat that called him so.

Kagome creamed at the contact. It wasn't enough but it was something. The sensation of something to clutch erupted pleasure in her most darkest places. Fresh air was quickly depleting, the female panted with anxiety as he thumbed her clit while adding two more fingers into her suckling folds.

A fluent motion steadied the continuous penetration on his fingers. Encouraged greatly by her moans of bliss, Sesshoumaru curved his hand upwards to the massage the rippling mouth of her inner walls while tweaking a hard nipple in his mouth.

Relentlessly he drove her over the edge without pause as she tightened around his now three digits. The cry of rapture parted her lips in a O of contentment. Damp bangs clung to her sweat layered forehead, wrinkling as he pulled his hand and mouth from her insatiable body reluctantly.

Kagome kept her eyes closed, hoping the feelings would return, and when they didn't she looked up to see Sesshoumaru back on his knees and feet, kneeling before her but something was different.

The amber of his eyes seemed to flare. As the night steadily overcame the brightness of day, his golden stare brightened ironically in the dark. Almost eire with its intensity the bold color seemed to darken brilliantly around the edges. The stare was too piercing, too hot with want. Kagome nearly melted into the sheets, puddling with the efforts it took to hold his gaze.

Th demand was trapped in the base of her throat. The requirements for speech all quickly fled somewhere remote and for which couldn't be reached. The female shuddered in her skin, an ache so unlike the others blossoming so deep she felt it in her toes and they curled from the impact. This ache was hotter, it stirred longings into an unfamtonable level. Words couldn't describe the want, the need to be taken higher than ever before.

She wondered when her muscles began to relax while straining at the same time. The first glance at his eyes was like looking directly at the sun, feral and stinging. How long did she gaze up into those burning orbs so that it wasn't so frightfully blazing anymore.

Instead of sinking into the folds of the covers, she began to yearn for something she was, just minutes before, afraid to touch. Silently and almost without truly moving, Kagome's thighs slid further apart by only a centimeter. The movement was almost lost to the naked eye but he caught the subtle gesture.

With a swift grab of the waistband and a tug, he dragged the drenched panties of sweat and wetness down the smooth expanses of her legs. Without looking the unwanted hindrance was thrown over a broad shoulder without even a front of care.

"Turn." His voice was dry with the command but she turned without hesitations as if it contained all the power in the world. When on her belly Kagome positioned a pillow underneath her with a single thought, ~Damn him~. Her knees bent intinstively, spreading her long legs and glistening slit to to his viewing pleasure. Damn him for making her want him so much, for making the stems of her soul catch fire with those stupid pretty eye. Damn him, damn him, damn him, Kagome repeated in a mental rant. She had never felt so wanton and so desired stimutanously. With a slant narrowing of her blue eyes, Kagome decided to hate him for it. For making her feel things she thought unworthy for someone like him.

Even now her well rounded derriere posed in the air while her knees quaked with anticipation. The burn of memory made her bite her lips, anxiously awaiting the thrashing her ass received last time. So when the warm feel of his tongue caressed the folds of her pussy, she jumped. By reflex her walls constricted beautifully, whistling her desire as a gush of wetness and heat escaped the tightly confinements of her sex. It flowed freely and landed on the tip of his tongue as he licked her swollen lips with pleasure.

Gently he swept across the swell of her sex, brushing the enlarged clit with a teasing touch before using two fingers to part her. The pinkness and freshness of her small hole entranced him, taunting his tongue with hidden sweetness before he buried it within her slick passage.

He dropped both hands to hold the back of her bent knees to the bed and spread them further, while continuing the game of hide and poke with her clenching folds.

"Ahh-hhh naaa hummmm..."

A blush rose to her cheeks at the loudly escaped moan. It was hard not to make noise but every once in a while she would lapse and her pleasure would become audible. The blush darkened, she had neighbors.

"Ahmmmm--"

She couldn't fight the purr in her chest. So very close was she to reaching a blissful peak, Kagome mewled out her sensation, eyes drawn closed in preparation before snapping open with gripping alertness as she was denied the release at the tip of her consciousness.

Whimpering pathetically, eager hips pushed back on nothing. Sesshoumaru reeled in her need. Holding back the promise of his tongue and fingers and watching her wet slit close around nothing. It was too endearing. Moving closer, he ran that devious tongue down the inside of her thighs and back. He sucked at random spots, the most aching was the place just above her needy center.

Kagome whined into the pillow, pushing back with a tilt to her hips, trying to trick him to lick where she wanted to be licked. Frustration was building rapidly, why he always had to be so infuriating was beyond her caring nature. Her hands balled into the fluffiness while he held her steady.

Golden eyes filled with twisted mirth at the desperation at which she moved. He nearly laughed while nosing the patch of curly black hairs and blowing cool air on her peeking clit.

"Why don't you cool down," he rumbled suggestively.

The tension in her stomach doubled over. A grimace was hidden in the soft solace of the pillow. Kagome refused to be seen until her face straightened. Once as successful as possible she threw a sneer over her shoulder and bit out a response. "W-Why...Don't.You.Lick.Me."

The laugh did escape then. He caved and let it rumble onto her clit with a ticklish sensation as he closed his mouth around it and brought her to climax with a laugh in his chest.

The raven haired beauty mewled throughout her release. Panting and tired already from straining to keep a upright position. However weariness did not deter her from pushing her ass back in the air, ready for something longer and thicker.

"Turn." he rasped out again. Kagome obliged without protest, although she were a bit confused. On her back, she was able to see him once more. His mouth wet with her signature essence turned her on to no end. She bucked once a new wave of heat caught her, turning her attention to the hardness with pre-ejaculation wetting the mushroom tip. In response long legs opened as far as flexibility would allow them.

"Where are your toys?"

It took a minute to realize he spoke again. Her comprehension was muddled with wanton greed.

"Huh?" she asked, face dropping into a confused gesture.

The smirk that lit his handsome visage was mischievous and deadly in its beauty, "Every lonely woman has toys. Now tell me where you keep the items you play with while alone."

Once the insult sunk in, Kagome lifted a leg and kicked him square in the chest. He didn't stumble, bend or anything in the least that showed any sign he was aware she had assaulted his person.

"Toys?" He asked once more.

"I don't have any." Crossing her arms over her chest, she eyed him defiantly.

He lifted a silver brow daring her to oppose him.

"I do NOT ha-"

That devious brow was joined by its twin. The glint of those golden eyes tinted a shade darker, demanding the truth.

Crimson scarlet colored already rosemary cheeks. The blush struck deep, lighting her face the color of a ripe tomato as she stammered over her tongue.

"It amazes me that someone bare and spread open can find the strength of modesty," the words flowed from his lips like wine, breaking any lie she could conjure up.

Swallowing her pride, Kagome conceded, "Bottom draw, back of the night stand. Under the stacks of papers.

The weight of the bed shifted as he left it. Walking to said nightstand, Sesshoumaru indeed found a clear purple vibrator in the back of the nightstand.

"Now that was not so bad."

'Easy for him to say,' Kagome could have hid under a rock for an entire month. Food and drinks not even required for her to stay put.

He clicked it on and the sound echoed in the room, vibrating off the walls and each wave deepening her embarrassment. Sesshoumaru came back to the edge of the bed, placing the squirming toy on the sheets and grabbing each of her ankles.

Pulling her along the covers, he placed her feet as far as they could go on ends of the bed.

"What're you-" the question fled her mind once the vibrating penis was circling her peeking pearl.

"Hold your thighs apart," he said and with hips bucking, Kagome fought to do so. Grasping each thigh, she held them while he played ring around the rosery with her swollen clit.

"Ahhh.."

The purple vibrator swindled into her, being pushed in and
out by a eager hand. Hands that were her own shook around her thighs, fighting to keep a grip on the sweaty flesh.

He pulled it all the way out, before rotating it all the way back in. He held it at the tip of her womb, burying it deep within her and watching with eager pleasure as her walls rippled around it.

Kagome felt sparks of envy blossom behind her closed lids. She had never been so creative with it, never taken herself to such a height, those thoughts pushed her over the edge and without further ado Sesshoumaru placed the toy aside. His cock had gone rigid with painful need and jealousy. There would be no more teasing, he wanted to fill her.

Still standing at the edge of the bed, he placed her legs over his shoulders and not waiting for her to come down, slid into her clenching sheath with a grunt of pleasure.

He leaned down, picking her ass a little off the bed as he dipped further into her.

Kagome's thighs touched her stomach and although the position wasn't the most comfortable, the angle gave her something to shout about.

"Yes! Yes!" Discretion be damned, she didn't care at the moment that her apartment had paper thinned walls. He was buried so deep into her.

He ran his hands up and down her thighs, keeping them as open as possible, grounding into her, against her and inside her tight pussy without restraint. Their bodies became so slick with sweat that heat fogged all around them. Her wetness pulled him in deeper while her heat made him regret to leave.

The headbroad of the bed rocked against the wall. The sound bounced with every hard pull and thrust, and vibrated with every strained and taunt muscle that was pushed passed limitations.

How could a being be so hot? So filled with deliciously consuming fire that stroked every hard pressed vein in his thick length.

Sesshoumaru leaned down and bit her neck while pulling her hair back. It was all she could take as the coils in her stomach bunched and jumped. Contratation after contratation shook the walls of her sex, sucking him greedily into her, coaxing him to follow.

Sesshoumaru stood. The tightening of his balls had him pulling out as he could fight her tightness no more. His hand fisted his cock and he breath deeply, letting out a grunt of contentment when his shaft was milked of all its contents and his seeds painted her stomach.

Kagome scooted back up at bit on the bed, Sesshoumaru walked over and crawled on her side. A quite whisper stole into the night, leaving his lips and falling to her's. "I hate you, you know."

She looked into the gold of his eyes before nodding silently with understanding. "I hate you, too." And then those blue eyes were closed, and they both became dead to the world.

******

Sparkling blue opened to greet the world groggily. Kagome stretched with sheepish care while rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, Buyo."

Buyo didn't meow back.

"Buyo?"

Memories flowed to her then.

'Last night.' 'Sex.' 'Asshole.'

"Oh yeah..." she drawled out sleepily, eyes shutting on their own accord, "Good morning, asshole."

Asshole didn't answer back.

"Asshole?"

What was with everybody this morning?

Throwing her arm on the side of the bed, she couldn't help but notice how empty it was. There was a certain lack of body that made her get up. Sure enough there was no sexy man to greet her this morning, but a single piece of paper was left in his place.

'Do bathe. Now we are even.'

Do bathe? Kagome stared at the note. She looked down on herself feeling sticky to see the crusted white of semen all over her stomach.

"Eww!"

Anger grabbed her, shook her and let her walk around dizzy. Kagome gritted her teeth, tore up the note and threw the pieces.

"Asshole!"

******

OK... I know, finally. I'm so glad to have that done but I'm not done with you all yet! I will be adding to this collection whenever I feel like it or need to release some smut. I've already thought of more ideas and even started a few. Some dead end, some still going, you never know.

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