InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Sesshoumaru X Kagura (Again) LEMON ( Chapter 48 )

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They drove on hard through the countryside, stopping often to sniff at dirt, trees, broken branches and trampled leaves. Several times they had lost the scent and had to double back to find the scent again and move forward.

 

Dusk was falling and InuYasha climbed up behind Sango on Kirara to steady her tired frame. They would press on through the night never sleeping. Her body was wracked with fatigue. She had not slept well the night before, kept up by the sounds of orgiastic ecstasy in the next room over.

 

Noises she now knew had to do with Miroku. A young girls voice screaming “Fuck me harder” played over and over in her brain.

 

All day she had had a hard time focusing on task and was glad nothing much was demanded of her but to follow along on the cat's back. She would fade out into day dreaming or serious thought, often tears would follow and puddle into the chin of her mask.

 

InuYasha didn't understand what was going on between her and his monk friend, but he knew it had to be something serious and it had to be related to how the monk smelled like horse. Looking over to Hizumeha as he ran along side Sesshoumaru down below in the woods, he was beginning to put two and two together. The staff was outside the women's wing. He never made it to his bed. He stank of horse. He had boned the horse's wives. InuYasha wondered if the stallion knew. Obviously Sango did. He held his dear friend a little tighter. Kagome wouldn't put up with that kind of news very well either.

 

But it made a point of confusion in him. The monk and the slayer weren't married yet. It wasn't like Sango had a leash on the monk. It wasn't like it was a big secret that Miroku liked women. There was that time...and then that other time...and then the time again when they were in that one village...and then that time over last winter when Miroku went to the neighboring village to see that one girl. Didn't Sango know he was a very busy guy? Duh. Everybody else did.

 

Speaking of not having a leash on yet, he could always get himself some before the wedding day. It would be nice not go to his wedding bed a doutei (male virgin). It would be a good idea to know what to do and how to do it. InuYasha blushed to himself then reconsidered his thoughts. No one volunteer to lay a hanyou. He didn't even have enough money to get a prostitute to touch him.

 

And that was why he loved his Kagome. She didn't look on him with disdain. Nope. She loved him just the way he was, ears and all. And she was a virgin too. She wouldn't know if he sucked at love making or not.

 

Maybe that was Sango's problem. She felt she couldn't compete with Miroku's other lovers. He shrugged his shoulders to himself and decided not to think on it too hard. Sango wouldn't confide in him such a thing and he would be of no help to her. The only one she would talk to would be Kagome. Those kinds of discussions were for girls.

 

He was awfully thankful he was not born a girl.

 

The party traveled north towards the buffer lands and when the moon set behind the horizon and it was finally too dark to see much past one's arm the finally stopped for the night. Dawn would come in a few hours and they would start up again. Sango slept curled into Kirara's fur, covered with Sesshoumaru's Moko-moko-sama. She had started shivering on the cold ground and had not protested. It was only when the men had looked in on her had they noticed her discomfort and helped her out.

 

The three men said on the other side of the large cat, leaning up against her spine like a wall. InuYasha had fallen fast asleep with his arms in his sleeves and his head bowed low, his sword propped up on his shoulder. Sesshoumaru sat with his arm over a bent knee, looking out into the darkness and Hizumeha sat lounging, his lazy long arm over the cat.

 

They did not say a single word. Sesshoumaru hated the horse so much it killed him to be next to him like this. The horse had nothing to say either. He still loved Akanesuji and still wanted Sesshoumaru to screw up so bad he could take her away from him. To occupy his time, he thought about the monk instead, imaging his handsomely muscled legs and his crop of short black hair. If he couldn't have her yet, he would focus on the one he could have right now. After all, he was mortal and would be only worthwhile for a short time.

 

Hizumeha wasn't a terribly deep thinker. Loyal above anything, he left long term planning to his mistress Akanesuji. She was the brilliant one and he was her henchman. With a sudden pang of concern, he wondered if his interlude with the monk would mess up her plans any. She had wanted the monk and the demon slayer to marry, and that was not going to happen if the slayer's tears today were any indication. Had he messed up? Surely he hadn't. Men were allowed their dalliances. He knew he certainly was. His dalliances made his life worth living anymore.

 

He loved Kuza. She was a lot like him. Loyal, steadfast, obedient. She would do anything he asked at any time. His other wives he loved too. They adored him, and if they didn't, they were good at faking it. But his deepest heart still belonged to Akanesuji, the one he could never have. She was so above him, untouchable.

 

Then there was Miroku. He was untouchable too. A naughty, dirty little secret that he could keep to himself. The girls would never tell. Miroku could never belong to him. There was no such thing as marriage between men. He was off limits. Hizumeha started giggling to himself like a little girl. It was all so exciting!

 

Sesshoumaru looked over to his neighbor with an arched eyebrow, and the horse smiled at him like he knew something Sesshoumaru didn't. The inu went back to his blank face and started staring into the darkness again. Baka uma (horse). When the horse started snickering again, he had enough. He walked into the woods to be alone.

 

The wind picked up and a female voice called out to him. It was Kagura, walking through the dark using her wind to find her way, figuring out where the trees and their branches were. Pulling out his whip, the green glow lit the area around him and it lay on the ground and she found him with ease. “What is it you want?” he asked her, noting her panic on her face.

 

“Oh Gods, I am so glad I found you. Cut the light.” He did so and she threw herself around his neck and he only stood like he was made of concrete.

 

“Get yourself off me woman. I am not pleased with you.”

 

She let go of him and backed up a foot. “Why? What's wrong?” she asked, her face full of sadness and confusion. It was her voice that betrayed her feelings the most in the dark though.

 

“You tricked me, keeping me in the buffer lands while Naraku attacked my estate. He nearly killed my family.” He put his hand around her neck and started to squeeze. “Where is he?”

 

“I was ordered to kill the horse, blame his death on you. But you were already there. I didn't have to do it,” she confessed in a panic. Her hands grabbed at his wrist and tried to pull him off, but his superior strength did not allow it.

 

“I see.” He dropped her hard. She had saved his honor and reputation. “What else should I know?”

 

“Kanna has betrayed me. She showed us together to Naraku in her mirror. He has ordered me to kill you, and in the morning when the light comes and she can see us in the mirror, I will have to fight you before him.”

 

“Can she see us now?”

 

“It is hard in the dark.”

 

“Where is he?”

 

“I don't know. He no longer tells me where to go home to. He's on the run. He speaks in my mind and gives me orders, but he won't let me go home.”

 

“One of us will have to die.”

 

“I know.” She bowed her head and started to walk away, but Sesshoumaru grabbed her by the wrist and brought her back to him. “If I beat you throughly, will he kill you?”

 

“No. He will let me live and then send me after you again.”

 

“Do you wish to die?” Kagura tried to walk away again, to snatch her arm away and escape, but he still held her tight. “Answer me.”

 

“I can die in peace. You gave me what I always wanted, to feel loved.”

 

The answer was true and soulful and Sesshoumaru pitied her once again. Pulling her into him he kissed her and held her tight to him. He had only had her a few days before, but he wanted her again, even if she were frail. He unfastened her hair as he kissed her, the softness crashing against his cheeks and smelling so lovely. “Would you like to feel loved again?” he asked her, kissing across her tender cheek and to he ear, her body like putty against him.

 

“I can't. I have to leave. Naraku will find out somehow. I can't do that to you.”

 

“You did it to me once before.” She may have been talking about leaving, but her body and little hands weren't saying what her mouth was. She was quickly pulling lacings open, taking off his armor, dropping swords to the forest floor.

 

“I know,” she said in between deep pants. “I'm so sorry.”

 

“I'm not sorry.” Sesshoumaru nibbled on her collarbone, pushing his hand in between the folds of her kimono front to find a nipple.

 

Kagura pushed his hand away. “We don't have a lot of time.” She dropped to her knees and untied his hakama pants, pulling them down in a rush. Sesshoumaru felt a hard wave of excitement over him. She locked her mouth over him and started sucking him hard, her little human mouth followed by tightened hands stroking up and down over him.

 

He put his hands into that lovely hair that smelled all the world like dandelions and warm summer winds and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of it between his fingers. It was like nothing else in the world, softer than his silk sheets.

 

She felt him playing in her hair, the harness of him in her mouth, the smell of his warm body and the sudden sweat overcoming him. His thighs and stomach were firm under her arms, flexing in time with the strokes of her mouth. When he started pushing her harder, using her hair as a handle, she knew it was time to drop him on the ground and get what she wanted. He wouldn't out last her this time. She was going to make sure of it.

 

Pulling off him, she reached up and grabbed his open shirt fronts and pulled him down to her level. Sesshoumaru complied, but was completely surprised when she pushed him backwards on to his ass and jumped him, coving his hard dick again with her mouth and sucking some more. He laid back, his white clothes getting dirty and his head in the grass. He could see the stars but didn't care about them. The only thing he cared about was the little tongue licking over him, teasing him, making him want to hold her head and rape her face. He growled when she scratched the nails of one hand down his thigh and pushed his legs farther apart, settling herself to kneel between them and position her mouth more over him.

 

When she clawed his sack, he thrust up into her face and she purred. She continued to claw at him until he thrust in time with her. Now was the time, now she would mount him. He was easily half way there. She lifted her kimono and crawled over him, settling down over him in a slow penetration. Stroke after stroke she slowly took him and he began to thrash his head back and forth. “Why do you tease this Sesshoumaru so?”

 

She never answered him, but started moaning at how good he felt. It didn't take him long to figure out that she was using his body, loosing all care about how he felt or what his needs were. Fuck it. He wasn't going to worry about her tender body any more. He put his hand over her thigh and pushed her into harder rhythm. Kagura's moans came louder and louder until he had let go of her thigh and shut her up by holding his hand over her mouth.

 

Kagura leaned into his hand to steady herself as she took her hands from his chest and started playing with her own breasts under her silks. She was going to achieve that blissful state any moment now. Her mind was clouding over with only a few thoughts reaching the surface. Hot waves were burning her up, originating in the nerves around the daiyoukai's hard shaft within her. When ever she looked down, he was turning her on even more, his beautiful face snarling, his hair messed up and his eyes smoldering. He was certainly the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen and his pale white flesh was all hers for the moment. He was giving it to her, and oh how it felt.

 

His body was wound up and ready to spring, her little body bouncing over him as he tried and tried to control her through the jutting of his hips. Once again, as was often the case, he wished he had his second hand. One hand over her mouth was not enough. He wanted to grab her and just fuck the hell out of her but he couldn't without that second hand. He was impatient because he wanted to come. He was impatient because she was so close to getting him there. He was impatient because she was more in control of the strokes than he was.

 

When he felt her body start to contort, she forced herself to hover and he watched her quake. She was forcing the orgasm to eek out slowly and the pressing of her walls against him made him all the more impatient. He couldn't take it any more. He let go of her mouth and grabbed on to her shoulder, forcing her down as he came up, slamming her so hard that their bodies made a slapping sound. She made a squeal, a cry of pleasure from a second orgasmic wave set and he came into her with an explosion. She would not control their pleasure, he would.

 

Kagura slumped over him and he pulled her face up to him for a kiss by her hair. She complied though she was exhausted, his tongue smaller than his dick, but a lot more wiggly. He could hear her moaning and humming as she threw herself into the kisses, touching his chest, rubbing his nipples, grinding her pelvis over his softened member. She was coming again, her clitoris rubbed over his hard pubic bone. With his thumb he pressed it, helping her along. He swallowed her cries into her mouth as he could feel her body twitch again and again.

 

Sesshoumaru rolled his head to the side to see a pair of black boots. Following the line of them upwards, Hizumeha was standing over them with his arms folded. Swiftly he put his hand over Kagura's mouth again. Looking to the other side was InuYasha's bare feet. He closed his eyes and hit his head back on the dirt. He hit it over and over and over again.