InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prize ❯ 10. Dessert. ( Chapter 10 )

The Prize [NC-17]

 

A.N. I am happy to report that these last three chapters are beta'ed by Lauren. Thanks so much Lauren for your trouble and for your fantastic work. Thanks so much for all your help, support and friendship. QS.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and give thanks to its creator; it's such a wonderful series.

 

This chapter contains a Lemon, you have been warned.

 

10. Dessert.

 

Once in their bedroom Kagome walked towards the dessert plate. He closed the door, locking it. She heard this and turned to him. With his hand still on the lock their eyes connected.

 

He walked slowly right past her and sat on the floor near the pillows. She kneeled down next to him.

 

“Eat.” He said gesturing towards the large plate of apple and orange slices. There was a saucer with honey in the center of the plate.

 

She shook her head and said, “Last time I tried to eat a fruit I ended up giving it to you instead.”

 

He looked at the fruit plate, then at her and said, “I shall feed you.”

 

She raised her eyebrows in wonder and saw how he set a slice of apple aside. She saw how he scooped some honey with a spoon and let it drip onto the fleshy part of the apple. He approached it to her lips. She accepted the offering. She bit into the sweet combination of honey and apple, smiling in approval when she tasted how the honey accentuated the apple's taste.

 

Acknowledging her response he stood and then sat right behind her. He spread his legs to her sides and pressed his torso intimately against her back. She could smell and feel his breath right next to her. He continued this time dipping apple and orange slices into the honey.

 

Kagome turned to face him while he fed her. He watched with great interest how her delectable mouth opened and bit into the orange slices. He could see some juice spray and drip on her chin. He could not resist. He gave her open mouthed kisses to lick the excess juice off of her. When he did this she leaned against him and smiled. She reveled in his scent and began to breathe deeply with pleasure.

 

She chewed slowly as she watched his neck, chin and beautiful face while he occupied himself with the fruit and honey. He noticed this and purposely stretched the times he spent working on the fruit. He took pleasure in the feeling of her looking at him.

 

By the time she slowly shook her head refusing one other piece he then said, “Now, it's my turn.”

 

She saw him get a spoon full of honey and approached it to her mouth. She shook her head and lifted it saying, “I thought that you said it was your turn.”

 

He gave a devilishly handsome hint of a smile and said, “It is.”

 

He approached the spoon once again and she leaned away from him questioning, “Sesshomaru?!”

 

He then said to her ear, “You are my fruit Kagome.”

 

She blushed furiously.

 

As he approached the spoon to her lips she felt her face flush even more. Nonetheless, she finally opened her mouth. He had her lift her head back against him once again and dripped the honey onto those lips and tongue that had held him captive. He immediately placed the spoon on the honey saucer. He cradled her head against what remained of his upper left arm and leaned them both against the pillows. He licked the sticky substance off her lips and mouth.

 

Once he had his fill of their kiss he moved the plate of fruits and honey closer for easy access. He dipped a finger into the saucer. Some streams of blonde honey fell onto her neck. Chills spread down her spine when he proceeded to taste them away. By now she was lying on his left thigh and his other leg was lying on top of both of hers.

 

He loosened her robe and spread it slightly open. Some more of the sweet substance had poured on to the small patch of skin that he revealed; that is, on her chest and between her breasts. She noticed how he paused to take one look at her from the top of her head down to her chest. He then leaned in to lick the trail of honey from the hollow of her neck down to the valley between her breasts.

 

By now she was leaning completely against the pillows. He had moved down and with both legs straddling her he kneeled in to continue. With his left stub and right hand he pressed her still covered breasts against each other while his face was right in between. He enjoyed the feeling of her slightly uncovered breasts against his cheeks. She enjoyed watching him and the feel of his open mouthed kisses as he licked her.

 

He proceeded to expose her breasts completely. He stilled to observe her curves. There she lay in front of him with her succulent mounds completely uncovered and thus vulnerable to his inspection. His mouth watered for them and for those erect nipples. She could not help but swallow in anticipation.

 

A clawed finger dipped into the honey and he settled one single drop of honey on her left nipple. He licked the drop, barely touching her. She moaned at the sight of his tongue and at the subtle attention that she received.

 

Finally, he dripped a healthy amount of honey and watched how it flowed slowly covering the roundness of that same breast. Sesshomaru opened his mouth and sucked her breast hard with eyes closed. Kagome in turn arched her back to give him as much of her as she could.

 

Some of the golden sauce found its way to her right breast and thus received equal gratification.

 

He did not leave any trace of the honey that had fallen onto her flat belly.

 

She spread her inviting legs when he made trails of honey along her thigh. After carefully dripping a spoonful of honey he dove in to taste her core. He felt his stomach free fall when he took a glance at her. He saw her fondling her own breasts. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and her tongue came out of her succulent mouth tasting her lips generously.

 

He began to purr and with a growl he continued to attend her most intimate set of nerves, enjoying the urgency of her mewls. She moved her head from side to side. While her left hand fondled her left breast the other hand grabbed fistfuls of her robe and pillows. He continued the tortured friction without mercy. Her actions silently told him what she needed, what she wanted. That was when his agonizingly slow tempo began to accelerate.

 

He proceeded to insert his fingers deep inside her. Immediately, she opened her eyes and saw the elegantly painted ceiling. A deep inhale contributed to wind her up tighter than she thought possible. All she could focus on was the feel of him where she needed him most. She heard nothing and saw black when the tension had reached its peak. She unwound into a rush of impulses that made her body shake involuntarily. As she gave into the release he licked her clean. He in turn replayed in his mind how she had cried out his name in a hoarse pleasure filled voice.

 

As he climbed to lie right next to her, he observed her panting, her messy hair and the back of her hand against her forehead. She was trying to get a hold of herself. Only she could tell his satisfied smile.

 

As soon as she was back to earth he kissed her on the lips. She then caressed his cheek and he leaned against her hand silently. She went up on her elbow and observed him. His lips were red and his eyes were full of want. She then looked down. She noticed that his loose robe did not cover his condition.

 

She looked up at him and said, “Sesshomaru.”

 

He then growled, “Yes?”

 

“I am not done with dessert,” she stated haughtily. He saw her bring the saucer next to her.

 

With her finger she dabbed honey onto his lips, making them shiny. Delicately, she licked the honey off of them and he licked her in return. She could taste and smell her very own musky pubic scent.

 

She dipped three of her fingers in the honey and brought the dripping substance to his mouth. She opened her mouth silently asking him to open his. He complied and sucked her fingers.

 

Slowly she removed her fingers and replaced them with her lips and tongue. Their kiss was hungry, deep and passionate. By now he was seated yet leaning against his arm while she began to spread his robe open.

 

He wanted to close his eyes but he would not. He wanted to burn this image of her in his brain. There she was with her open robe, her soft curves against him and using her soft tongue.

 

She could taste the honey combined with his spicy and musky taste. She tasted this combination on his neck, his collar bone and his nipples. Each was given extra and undivided attention. She tasted his ribs, his stomach and his belly button. He observed as her pink tongue tortured his skin, in circles, rough licks and soft ones.

 

His heavy breathing stopped when she finally poured honey onto his member. She gave him a seductive look. As they were engaged in their heated gaze she lowered herself while her right hand held him steady. He started breathing again but very slowly.

 

She took one look at the head of his penis to measure the distance and quickly held his gaze again. She kissed the head first. Straight away, he inhaled air between his teeth reacting to the feeling and sight.

 

He was in trance as he watched her lick the sticky substance off her shiny lower and upper lips.

 

She proceeded to lick the head of his member; his breath intake was sudden and hard. He could feel himself starting to shake. After that once over she gave it another, followed by a third. Then she continued licking it as though she was trying to lick up a melting ice cream.

 

His hips began moving at her rhythm and his erratic breathing matched the same beat. She decided that she wanted all of him in her mouth and ventured to do so. His eyes flashed opened to this and this time he leaned back onto the pillows when the sensation assaulted him.

 

He never believed this to be possible with her. But she did it and she was sucking him as best she could in her relatively small hot cavern. Her tongue was still active and gave him sensations that ran from the tip of his toes to his head.

 

He had been breathing deeply in pleasure for a long time as Kagome marveled at his stamina. She remembered how much pleasure she felt whenever his fangs touched her in the throes of passion. She experimented with a slight graze of her teeth.

 

Sesshomaru bolted up and looked at her. She froze in the act. His breathing was erratic and he held her chin making her move up and away from his penis. She looked at him a bit disappointed and confused.

 

He said with an even tone yet you could sense a slight tremble in his voice, “Woman, you will pay for that.”

 

She smiled acknowledging his tease. He lowered his hand and touched her core and found it inundated in her juices. She was so turned on by his reaction to her pleasuring that she was ready as well.

 

He made her lean back and lay on top of her. Both of them were still wearing their robes yet they were open in the front. He kissed her lips urgently, seeking that mouth and tongue that had taken him to heights he had not reached with her before. He could taste a bit of his pre-cum combined with honey in her mouth.

 

Their kiss was wild, it was hard, it was demanding. He licked her neck just as hard and bit it slightly causing her to moan. His right hand was playing with her clitoris and reveled in her juices. Then he moved to indulge in sucking the mounds of flesh on her chest.

 

He removed his hand from her and held his penis aiming it to her core. He entered her swiftly all the way. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks giving him new sensations.

 

He continued the in and out motions at a fast and steady rhythm. Both were almost there, yet they resisted and opted to extend the build up as long as possible. She was so slick, tight and warm; he loved the feel of himself within her.

 

For a split moment he closed his eyes to focus on that feeling alone. But being visual, he needed to see her face. Her face was glowing and expressed the aching that she felt from the love making as she was being rubbed against, teased with by him inside her.

 

She opened her eyes. In her delirium she had a moment of consciousness and noticed how beautiful he truly was. His face was flushed; his silver, silky hair was cascading over her. The sunlight streaming through the window made his white robe shine in a brighter light making him look heavenly.

 

She observed the markings on his forehead, lids, cheeks, on his torso, a little on his arm as the robe slightly slid down his right shoulder. She felt cocooned by him as his hair, robe and himself enveloped around her. She observed his full lips and how the warmth of his breath seethed out through his fangs and teeth. His eyes were intently observing her, ravenously.

 

He noticed this. He noticed this moment of clarity within her. She was finally taking one good look at him. She was looking at him, Sesshomaru, and only him. He was finally getting through to her. The thought alone of her awareness of him and only him rubbed his male ego favorably. It was like a mental ministration that was escalating to a mental masturbation.

 

“Kagome,” he said.

 

Hypnotized by the intensity of his gaze she did not respond.

 

“Talk to me,” he said.

 

“T-talk?” she questioned.

 

“Say what you are thinking,” he said while he continued the slow and delicious friction between them.

 

“I, uhm,” she hesitated.

 

“Talk to me,” he insisted.

 

She bit her lip not sure if she should reveal her thoughts.

 

“I was thinking that uhmmm, that I don't think that I could ever….,”

 

Talking was not easy so near completion; she corrected herself saying, “I could never tire from watching you. You're…you are truly alluring,” she said seductively but she blushed at her confession.

 

He smiled ever so slightly to this and sustained the soft and irresistible motions between them.

 

As they continued their love making in silence he whispered, “Tell me more.”

 

She sighed in delight from his insistence to know what her thoughts were and closed her eyes smiling. She was enjoying the feel of him inside her body and now her mind.

 

“I was also wondering,” she inhaled and exhaled softly as a stream of electricity flowed when he ministered her breasts with his tongue.

 

“I was also wondering, how is it that you make me feel so wanted, so desirable, so…hmmm…. so good. It's as if you knew exactly what my most secret desires were.”

 

She gave a mewling sigh before she continued, “Secrets that even I never knew about. You touch me, you feel me in just the right places, just the right way.”

 

Self-doubt began to rear its ugly head once again as she began to kick herself mentally. How could I reveal so much to him? I have not admitted these things even to myself!

 

For a moment she wanted the earth to open and swallow her whole. For a moment she regretted being so open until… “More,” he insisted.

 

By now she brought her bent arm to cover her eyes trying to hide. She was already losing her control over herself physically, and she was barely controlling herself mentally.

 

It was then that she realized that there was just one thing left to say. It was that thought once again. The one thought that had taken origin at the hot springs and had been growing ever since. But, could she say it? Did she really feel it or was it lust clouded passion talking? Could she admit it to him? Could she admit it to herself?

 

She looked at him and with her eyes she implored him to give it up. She wished that he would take the hint and drop it. But the heavens were not on her side.

 

“What else,” he said softly yet this time with a hint of determination.

 

He was luring her most precious thought to come out. “Tell me more Kagome,” he insisted. “Don't stop now,” he was relentless.

 

“I think…” her eyes widened as she realized that she was about to say it. He noticed her faltering. He gave her a determined look and kissed her passionately, coaxing her.

 

His face was slightly above hers, eyes locked to each other.

 

“You think…” he said as the exhale of his breath followed continuing the more potent rhythm that came with the approaching climax.

 

Her build up began its inevitable effervescence. Unable to deny him what he wanted, she yielded whispering in every exhale the words, “I think….I think that I am ….falling,” she swallowed nervously, “falling in love with you.”

 

The moment those sweet words dripped into his ears, his penetration slowed agonizingly and purposely. He allowed his entire body to meld against hers and he seared her lips, mouth and tongue to a languid kiss.

 

This kiss released a million butterflies in her stomach. This kiss had his soul written all over it. Dizzy from the whiplash change from horrifying anxiety to delightful exhilaration she drank it for all its worth. They hugged each other desperately in the spasms of their sexual pleasure and in the admission of her love for him.

 

There were mental explosions, white light, and dark light. No sound came from either one of them except for the indelible expression on their faces from their climax crashing. Finally, they moaned in unison as their bodies gave into the most intimate possible moment between them.

 

Both succumbed to the shakes and sharp tingles that came after such powerful climax. Both panted. They tried to recover from the unrelenting tremors with soft, short and meaningful kisses.

 

He leaned onto his left side facing her. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. Their embrace was loose but still strong. It was as though they did not want to allow anything or anyone to ever separate them. They laid there until their breathing evened into sleep.