InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Snow Angel ❯ The Fantasy ( Chapter 107 )

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Chapter 107 - The Fantasy *Chaos* (Stella's Soundtrack Challenge)

Kagome waited for several long moments, watching as Sesshoumaru floundered for an answer before moving on. "I'm curious," she said just before she leaned in and kissed his navel. The taiyoukai released a gasp and she smiled, allowing her tongue to slip out and trace the dips of muscle definition on his lower abdomen. "What do you wear under these hakama?"

Sesshoumaru's shock at her boldness was apparent, but he quickly moved past that rather stunning question. He thought for a moment, wondering why she would ask such a thing, before replying honestly. "Nothing."

The miko grinned. "That's too bad. I was going to suggest you take them off, get more comfortable, but not if you're naked under there. I don't think I'm quite ready to see that." The way she crinkled her nose as she spoke was adorable, and Sesshoumaru couldn't help but lean down and kiss the tip of her nose.

He was mentally cursing himself. Why didn't he wear underwear?! He absolutely detested the undergarments of the era, finding them hot and unnecessarily constraining. He enjoyed the way the cool silk would slip along his bare skin, loved the freedom of movement, but none of it was worth missing out on dropping his pants before climbing into bed with Kagome. If he could go back in time just long enough to redress himself that morning at the fortress, he would definitely have worn a fundoshi, no matter how much he hated the things.

Kagome laughed softly at his rapidly changing facial expressions. She scooted up into the bed, tossing her book aside, and slid under the covers on the far side of the mattress. Hoping to drag him out of his mind, she patted the bed beside her. "Wanna lie down anyway?"

The taiyoukai released a sigh of relief and sat down beside her, arranging himself in a semi-reclined position to match her own. He cursed his moko-moko as he sat on the end of the thing and had to lift his rear to pull it loose. Otherwise, he risked strangling himself with his own fluff. Not quite what he was going for.

He was stunned when the miko leaned close again and pressed her lips to his chest while one hand ran teasingly over his skin, drawing an involuntary moan. Her touch felt like heaven, and he wished that it would never end. He was definitely enjoying this confident, adventurous Kagome. He just wondered what had caused the change in her. The night before she had been hesitant, and she certainly hadn't attacked him with her tongue as she was now, which was something she was more than welcome to do to him whenever she pleased.

Her small hand found the little trail of soft, white fur that led from just under his navel and continued lower, leading into his hakama. At the same time, her tongue returned to his abdominal muscles, and Sesshoumaru's mind was thrown into chaos. He was standing at attention, and she was so close to touching him. He decided there was no way to hide his fierce erection because she had to already know it was there. She hadn't reacted badly to his being aroused the previous evening, either, so he pushed that thought from his mind.  

There were other thoughts that proved a little harder to vanquish, however. The way she stroked his furry treasure trail had him biting his bottom lip to keep from releasing a pitiful, begging whine. Her hot breath washed over his flesh, and he shivered.

He had heard of the oral pleasure human women sometimes gave their males, something that demon females were never allowed to do because of their very dangerous fangs, and he wondered if Kagome would ever consider such a thing. He quickly cast the thought away. His miko was sweet and innocent, and to even think to ask her to perform such an act was wrong. Still, he couldn't keep from picturing it anyway, her lips stretched tightly around his cock, her tongue flicking over it as she sucked. It was definitely an alluring mental image, and he finally lost the battle to hold back his whimper.

Kagome froze at the sound he released. It felt as if an arrow had pierced her heart at his whimper. It sounded so much like Prince when she had caused him pain while treating his wounds. Instantly, she wondered how she had managed to hurt Sesshoumaru while marveling at the fact that he sounded the same, no matter his form.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up to look into his eyes.

"Nothing," he murmured, fighting to control his breathing, not wanting to be caught panting in front of the miko. "I just... You can't... I need..." Sesshoumaru sighed in frustration, and Kagome smiled.

"What do you need, Sesshoumaru?"

Oh, that was such a loaded question! The things that he would say if he had less self-control, the vulgar things that would come out of his mouth would have embarrassed her to the point that her blush would never fade again. 'I need you to touch me. I want you to wrap your hand around my dick. I wish you'd put it in your mouth. I ache to be inside you. I want to rip these little scraps you call pajamas off and taste every inch of you. I want to hear you come. I want to nail you until dawn and make you scream all night long.'

"Gods, Kagome, I fucking need you."

His eyes widened as he realized that last thought had actually been voiced aloud.