InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Kagura's Lemon ( Chapter 36 )

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Sesshoumaru began to feel pity for her with every caress of her hair. He had never thought much about dying. He knew sooner or later he would, likely later. Everything that had a beginning eventually had an end. Immortals really weren't immortals, but beings who could live a very long time if their safety was secure. This poor creature on the other hand, knew she was doomed to a short life.

 

She would never grow old. She would never experience the joys of living. In fact, she might not even make it until the next year or the year after. There would be no lover or husband for her, no children, no close companions, no family or friends. It was no wonder she was always so cold and bitter in her dealings with others. There was no point in being warm.

 

And Naraku was obviously no friend to her either. He did not appreciate her in anyway. He sent her off on errands that would likely get her killed. If he didn't take her life away, then some other monster would.

 

He kissed her then, a loving kiss returned. Her lips almost trembled under his, his tongue reaching out for hers slowly, warmly. His hand continued to play in her hair, drawing her head comfortably to him so that she relaxed into him. Her hands snaked into the hair at the back of his head, an equal pull for balance.

 

Kagura felt like the world was spinning away from her, but in a way that was so good and pure. She had never been held so carefully, only pushed around and prodded, told what to do and when to do it. The choices were hers and she would not let them go by. Removing her right hand from his strong neck, she began untying her clothes and then his until the only thing that separated their two chests were a few electric inches.

 

The Mokomoko-sama pulled her in tight, flattening her breasts against him and she melted at the combined warmth of skin to skin. She would have melted against him more had his growing erection not separated them. Tugging at his hakama pants ties, she pulled the front panel open. He was unwrapped like a present before her.

 

Kagura on jellied legs moved from her position on his lap to one in which she straddled him. Her obi and been thrown away somewhere, her kimonos flying open too. Setting her weight on the tops of his thighs she kissed him more and more until he returned her kisses with abandon. Her soft belly sandwiched his member between them and she snuck her hands between him and his clothes at the shoulders. She didn't need to look down to figure out that he was ready enough for her. It was pretty obvious.

 

She nibbled on his lip, one last little teasing thing before she pulled away and looked down to study the gift more throughly. Her eyes went wide for just a small moment and then she let a grin cover her face. She was relieved to see a rather nice, plain boring penis and not that twisted, mangled thing that her master had. With just her index finger and thumb she touched it from the base to the top, watching it twitch underneath her hand. Sesshoumaru let out a breath he had not realized he was holding since she had stopped kissing him.

 

“Do not tease this Sesshoumaru,” he growled, anxious to do something, anything. Holding her female frame for the last hour had finally taken it's toll. He decided in his mind that she was beautiful and that was all it took for his other brain to decide it wanted that beauty wrapped over him and moaning. Mokomoko-sama again pulled her ass up tight until her curls met his, a slow embrace around her she was happy to yield to.

 

She flexed her legs, raising her rear end high enough into the air to guide him to the entrance of her core and sat their for a moment, enjoying the small change in his facial expression. His hardness pressed against her and with a gentle thrust of his hips he tried to gain entrance. She only raised herself to match so that nothing was accomplished but to tease him more.

 

Sesshoumaru grabbed at her hair and planted new kisses on her, drawing her down, inch by slow inch with each thrust of his tongue into her warm, wet mouth. Kagura let out a throaty humm as her tongue lashed against his, the slide down over him filling her with such warmth that her nipples tingled and throbbed. She pressed those nipples into him and he left her lips to catch a breast into his mouth.

 

Again she thought about not wanting to leave this fragile truce and refused to move up and down to satisfy. The sweet tension thrummed through her abdomen and into her limbs as he first licked the round ariola, then kissed on the button in the center. With his hand he massaged the other, making matching movement like his tongue. All she could feel was his thickness in her and the prickling in her breasts. That was all she needed to feel, wanted to feel. She wanted nothing else.

 

He wanted her to move, to elicit that delicious withdraw only to push in again. Squeezing his ass cheeks together he pressed up, lifting her and he an inch off the forest floor. It only pressed him in to the hilt and when he relaxed again he withdrew that same small inch. Kagura kept her ground. “I said woman, do not tease me.”

 

“I do not wish to tease you,” she said. “I only wish to enjoy this for as long as I can, for I don't know when I shall ever get such a thing again.”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded in understanding, but he still flexed again, trying to make her move. He bit his lower lip and pulled Mokomoko-sama up to her waist, letting it snake around her front until it bound her like a lasso. It pulled her downwards and he could feel her ass on his balls. Kagura closed her eyes and reveled in the play at her breasts, her wetness starting to escape their joining. With an inhale she finally lifted, making the dog demon take a deep breath as well, and she tortuously slow came down to feel his head push apart every fold, nook and cranny.

 

Three more strokes like this and he couldn't take much more waiting around. Her little body, made weak and frail like a humans was forcing him to pump and lift with no effect. Every thrust she countered, every dip she rode tight in the saddle. It was getting to be much too much to bear. “I demand you stop this teasing Kagura. I am in need.”

 

Kagura warmed at his confession. Coming from him, that meant a lot. Raising her self high, she plunged on him, beginning a steadier stroke, slow and languid but much faster than what she had done before. Sesshoumaru used his mantle to encourage her, pushing and pulling her into a rhythm that made his heart want to skip, a familiar ache want to be extinguished. She started to writhe on him, grinding after the down stroke so that her clitoris touched his patch of hair. With his thumb he started to push on it until she made harsh panting noises.

 

No wonder she had wanted to draw this out, he thought to himself. She would come at any moment, not having the stamina and wear withal of a full fledged demon. For him to be satisfied, he would have to make her do it again or force himself in her mouth. Kagura was tightening up like a spring over him, her back arching back and her legs hardening in tightness. He recognized the signs. She would burst without him even getting three quarters the way there.

 

Kagara had never felt anything like this before, a testimony to the harsh treatment she endured at home. Sesshoumaru's body was like heaven itself, causing her to climb higher and higher into the clouds where she might fall down without the safety of her feather. A spiraling fall, an uncontrolled, life threatening fall.

 

With her arms gripping his shoulders tight, she lifted her weight and released it at an ever faster rate until her legs could not do the bouncing and Sesshoumaru did it for them both. He thrust upwards into the heavens with her madly screaming delightful peals of ecstasy. Her tight hole clamped down in one wave and then another to elicit the same response in him, but it did not come. He was no where near completion when she crumpled up against him exhausted like a thrown blanket.

 

He pushed her off him then, letting her fall to the side and grabbed the uppermost leg. Lifting it high to the sky he swiftly set himself atop her, pushing him into her as she laid on her side. She started to fuss and complain, but the forceful pumping into her made her unable to develop them into complete sentences. All that escaped her lips were grunts in time with his attacks.

 

This still did not satisfy him and he pulled her rump up so that her weight was on her knees. He entered her from behind and began slapping at her voraciously. Kagura was being taken by force, but she did not tell him no or attempt to push him away. The pain she was feeling made her close her eyes tight and lock her jaws together. She felt like her lungs were being pushed up and into her throat, causing her to loose control of her breath and voice. Miscellaneous sounds were all she could manage.

 

Sesshoumaru felt her tighten, not because she was climaxing again, but because he had worn her out to a state of swelling. It made his hard rod feel good though and he doubled the effort, soon pulling out to spill come all over her bare ass with a few added strokes from his tightly grasped hand.

 

Kagura only curled her head down and rested, drawing ragged breaths into her small lungs. Sesshoumaru wiped his dick on her her kimono and stood, fastening his clothes around him before picking up his armor to put it back on. “Does this please you?” he asked a final time, watching her move to her side and cover herself up with her kimono.

 

“Hai.” she whispered. “I am just sorry that I did not please you.”

 

Sesshoumaru bent over and kissed her very deeply, his lips and tongue saying the things he would never voice out loud. She had pleased him in the end, suffering through what was only natural for his kind. It was not his fault he was youkai and had a youkai's endurances. It was not her fault she was made to quiver too quickly under Naraku's impatient hands. Digging into his sleeve, he found the jewel shard and dropped it into her resting hand.

 

The jewel shard glittered when she looked down to it. She knew it was her key to living and he had given it to her freely. As long as Naraku and Kagome never got it, she would see another day. Kagura lifted her head and reached out for him to thank him, but he was gone. A tear ran down her face and she wiped at it in wonder. She had never cried before.

 

Someone had cared for her.