InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ I Enjoyed You Emmencely: LEMON ( Chapter 7 )

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Akanesuji stood at the foot of a large padded futon bed anxious for him to return to her. Rapidly she dropped the fur stole and began to pull knives out of hidden folds and pockets. They made dull thuds as they hit her carpet. Sesshoumaru stepped up to her in quick even strides, wrapping his arm around her waist and forcefully kissing her again. Akanesuji's nimble hands ran through his hair, trailing down his neck and started untying his clothes. He cursed having only one hand to meekly undress her with in return.

 

To make things go faster, he decided to hold still and just let her undress him. Roughly she did it, yanking and pulling in a mad frenzy. Having just a stump of an arm began to embarrass him, made him feel incomplete and incapable. He wanted to be whole, not just for himself, but for her.

 

Akanesuji ran rough claws down the hard planes of his pecks, snagging excited nipples along the way and ending at the tuft of fur below his belly. Now was the time to be more gentle, a harsh hand would injure delicate flesh. She dropped to her knees and faced his hardening member, taking in the deep warm scent of his perspiration and body odor. Her neck craned forward but paused for just a moment. She wanted to do it, she had dreamed of doing it, but was still unsure if she would be good enough.

 

The youkai first touched the top of her head softly, enjoying the texture of her hair. Soon he was grabbing a large fist full savagely and pulling her towards him. With a hand she had to bend his member down to her waiting kiss. Looking down, the scene excited him greatly. He anticipated her warm wet mouth covering him and his back tensed. Time seemed to stand still as he waited and waited for that first contact. It seemed like forever before her outstretched tongue tasted the salty clear fluid that had collected on the end. Lips parted, teeth opened and her willing warmth engulfed him.

 

She kissed across the front first and then around the edge of the head. A snap of his jaw rang through the room as his bottom and top teeth collided in an effort to make a moan a more respectable humming sound. Licks were applied up and down, from top to base, from base to base. Growing impatient, the demon lord pushed her head harder and she fully understood. Opening her mouth wider, she took him fully in. This was the kind of present he had been hoping for.

 

It was difficult for him not to start pounding at her tender mouth. Instincts told him to just go wild and find release in a fury of pounding and pushing. Akanesuji felt gaged at first, but as she adjusted her breathing and tightened her jaw back down around him, she discovered a commanding power over him. He swayed as she swayed, sighed at what ever new move she made, stiffened when she clamped on him.

 

The sensations were intense and amplified every time he looked down to see her pulling and sucking, pushing and swallowing. Sensations were dropping him quickly into a sea of fiery pleasure. Pressure built in his limbs, from the hollows of his bones to the ripples of his muscles. Everything sang the song of cascading waves and sexual release. His everyday concerns disappeared and in this moment, Akanesuji making love to him with her mouth was the relief his soul craved.

 

Akanesuji stroked his balls with her second hand and they shrunk tight to him. He felt like he was losing his feet. “Yes, yes,” he cried and burst into the back of her mouth, holding her head in a slower movement back and forth, but never off him. After shocks continued to pump her throat full. He couldn't hear her choke on it. White froth was forced out her nose.

 

Looking down, he watched her wipe her nose and try to sniff it all back in. Tears came to her eyes and she covered her face to hide her self disgust. Feelings of being a small, snot nosed brat came back to her and him standing over her, teasing her mercilessly. This time though, there was no place to run and hide. The only thing to do was to act as dignified as possible. She sniffled again hard and straighted up, wiping her wet hands over her beautiful red robes.

 

Sesshoumaru knelt before her and inspected her pretty flushed mouth. “You please me. Don't think otherwise.”

 

“But I don't please myself.” Clearly she was unhappy with her performance.

 

“You are new at this, and I gave you little guidance.” He folded her up in his arm. “You should not be harsh on yourself.”

 

“Just can't say 'I'm sorry', huh?”

 

“I'm not sorry. I enjoyed you immensely.” When he smiled, she smiled back.

 

It was her turn to be pleasured and Sesshoumaru pushed her carefully onto the futon bed. He spread her clothes open, but out of impatience never took them off of her. Soft firm breasts were exposed and her furry mound. Starting at her left ankle he kissed her luminous white skin, moving to her firm calves and knees. When he found her thigh, he pushed it outward, making a space between for him to set on his stomach and elbow. Facing her most private area, he noticed how nervous she was. Even though they had been together once already, she was still so inexperienced. He relished the thought of having a virgin all to himself that he could train in what he liked.

 

Laying kisses and licks to the meat of her thigh, he came up to the seam between groin and leg. A heady scent of spices waited for him and he could almost taste her wetness. This was where he wanted to be, always. His sex was already growing hard again and it had a new kind of ache. Was this love? Or was it just a bad case of lust? It was so confusing. He dragged his nose into her thick bush of fur and breathed in deeply. Voices in his head were telling him that this body was his to own, to take...to cherish. Cherish? No, that wasn't what he meant.

 

He meant enjoy, like any other mistress or concubine. Enjoy was a good word for what he saw before him. Akanesuji squirmed a few inches towards the head of the bed and with a push he moved her knee so far out that she would not be able to squirm again. A quick lick on her outermost flesh brought a low squeal.

 

He kissed her. Really kissed her. It wasn't a nibble or a lick, but a loving kiss. The pressure of his lips made her bite on her curled up knuckle. She could feel his hot breath over her. She thought she was going to die.

 

Lick. Lick. Lick. The licking never seemed to stop. A deep aching filled her belly. She needed something to fill her, make her whole. “Please,” she moaned. “I need you.” She thrashed her head side to side in wanting. “I need you now.”

 

Sesshoumaru only laughed, making sure it was loud enough for her to hear through her fretting.

 

A finger pushed in and held still, waiting to see her squirm. He was being so delightfully cruel. Slowly he pulled it out and pushed again, her body rocking to meet him and starting to shiver. Akanesuji's legs were starting to quake and he knew she would break soon. A second finger and a light nibble on her nub and the poor woman was pushed over the edge. Mixed up in the delight of her thrashing, he bit her leg as it clamped around his head to suffocate him.

 

That was a problem. A big problem. He had marked his territory and he had never logically considered her something or someone he wanted to possess. Rejection was what he had given her, freedom too. Now she had a big purple bruise with teeth marks deep across the thin skin over her veins and arteries. That tender place would not heal up like all the others. His handy work would leave a noticeable pattern.

 

Akanesuji felt it happen and it pushed some ancient, primordial button in her. Confusion set in. She wanted him again, all of him, in her, pumping her full. Her lips started to curl, exposing small but dangerous fangs. Sitting up with supernatural speed, she bit him back, right over his naked shoulder. Blood was her aphrodisiac and her slit started to dampen again, calling for more.

 

At first it was in defense, he pushed her back hard with his arm and body weight. He found himself directly on top of her, his hardness against her soft belly teasing him, touching him. He closed his eyes to make the smells go away but they just wouldn't. Her hard breathing chest was pushing at him, her breasts rubbing against his own nipples. It hurt. His body actually hurt with the want of her. It needed what she was willing to give him. He needed to be inside her, to cover her, to claim her.

 

It happed without rational thought. Like magnets being pulled together, he slipped inside her without hesitation. There she was, like a drug, making him feel things he had not felt before with any woman or man. Everything else slipped away but this feeling of her and him, and him and her and this magical area created around them, urging them on. He pushed. She accepted. He drove deep and she reached for him.

 

He wanted her like an animal. A dog to be exact. Turning her over and entering her from behind, a flood tide came from deep within him and she quaked like a mighty mountain. He bit her neck to hold her still. It was so different than before. It was more than just getting physical release, it was the wild places calling them and for once, they both listened.