InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Third Rate Romance ❯ In the Warring States Era - Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: RebaJean 
Kagome and Sesshoumaru find themselves in an embarassing predicament.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.16.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 932 | Status: Completed
Kagome and Sesshoumaru find themselves in an embarassing predicament.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.16.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 932 | Status: Completed
Third Rate Romance - Part 3
Reba Jean 11/15/03
mail to: rebajean@writing.com
Category: Parody/Humor/Romance Rating: R/NC
Third Rate Romance, the bawdy tail of how Kagome got stuck on Fluffy, a Sesshoumaru/Kagome lemon romantic parody.
Disclaimer: Characters based on "Inuyasha" ( 1997 by Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan, Inc. Song lyrics quoted or adapted from "Third Rate Romance" by Sammy Kershaw and "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritchie.
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. . . last time
Sesshoumaru rolled forward and gathered Kagome into his arms, pulling her tightly against his chest. As he sank back down on the pallet, he gently stroked her hair and back as he would to comfort a fearful Rin. "Shh, it will be all right. Don't cry." Unless she calmed down, who knew how long they would be trapped in such an embarrassing and undignified condition. Of course, her obvious pain and tears had absolutely no effect on him.
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Kagome's sharp adrenaline-laden alarmed stench dissipated and her frantically beating heart slowed to match his own. The woman within his arms was warm and seemed to melt against him as her rigid muscles began to relax. Rin liked to prattle incessantly; perhaps this female would calm more quickly if she talked. He questioned the thing that had surprised him most, "You were untouched. I assumed that you were Inuyasha's woman."
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She kept sayin',
"I've never done this kind of thing before, have you"
Third rate romance, high rent rendezvous
And he said, "Yes I have,
but only a time or two"
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Kagome sniffled once more and brushed away the remnant of her tears. She barked a short, bitter laugh, "That's what everyone thinks, except Kouga, who insists that I belong to him, or maybe Hojo. Inuyasha chose Kikyo over two years ago. I have learned to accept his choice." She continued in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Now it seems that he still wants to have both of us after all this time. He claimed that after we defeat Naraku, the Shikon no Tama is restored, and he becomes a full youkai, he will force Kikyo to submit to his wishes. He offered to accept me as a secondary concubine while she remains first wife. As if I want to share him with that bitch," she finished angrily.
Irritated at the mention of these rivals, Sesshoumaru peered at Kagome's neck and the portions of her shoulders that were visible. Flexing his claws, he reduced her kimono to tatters in a single swipe. He pushed the remains down off her shoulders and tossed the rags to the floor. Clinically examining her back by scent as well as sight and touch, he turned his attention to her front. Lazily trailing the backs of his claws across the top of one breast and down her arm, he noted her responsive shiver. Sesshoumaru commented speculatively, "Untouched and unmarked. The wolf is not as quick at everything as he boasts. And my erstwhile half-brother only further proves himself to be the fool."
Sesshoumaru carefully rolled the two of them over until Kagome lay beneath him. Propping himself on one elbow, he nuzzled the hollow of her neck, nipping lightly. Kagome moaned in response, arching against him. He smirked and lightly cupping her face, moved in to kiss her. Kagome deepened the kiss, pulling Sesshoumaru even closer, twining her fingers in his hair. Breaking away after a few moments, he traced the outline of her lips with one claw. "You have proven to be a valiant foe, a loyal comrade-in-arms to my idiot half-brother, and a wielder of powerful magic; one who is perhaps worthy. This Sesshoumaru shall grant you favor shown to no other human female. I, Sesshoumaru shall make love to you."
Kagome's eyes flashed angrily at his conceit. "Don't flatter yourself, Fluffy. If I weren't stuck on you, I would be so out of here!"
Sesshoumaru half smiled and taunted Kagome, "You entered these chambers uninvited, dared to touch the person of this Sesshoumaru, and violently forced yourself upon him. Your scent does not lie; from the moment you entered this room, your desire for this Sesshoumaru has been apparent." He raised one eyebrow and silently invited her to refute his conclusions.
Kagome glared at him a moment and began giggling nervously. "I guess we're kind of half way there already, joined at the hip." She turned her face into his chest trying to muffle her laughter.
Sesshoumaru cupped her chin and raised her eyes to meet his own. His eyes sparkled with humor, "An occasion of joy, as it should be," he commented and resumed his assault. Touching and caressing every part of one another's bodies, exchanging lingering kisses, their movements still hampered by the tight connection, they rocked and thrust against each other. The heat grew from within until Kagome felt a shattering release. As the rhythm of her muscles pulsing around Sesshoumaru gradually faded, he slowly withdrew.
A frown crossed his face, as he felt liquid rushing out of Kagome's opening and soaking the blanket beneath them. The sharp coppery tang of blood filled the air. Sesshoumaru quickly grabbed the torn kimono and wadded it tightly against her torn and bleeding flesh. "Kagome, put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding," he ordered, "while I get my other sword." Kagome rolled her eyes at his attempt at humor to distract her.
Sesshoumaru retrieved Tenseiga and executed a sweeping shallow cut across Kagome's abdomen. The healing magic succeeded and she ceased bleeding. Sesshoumaru wrinkled his nose in distaste at the bloodied bedding and the blood spill staining his tail. Kagome flushed and muttered, "Sorry." She pulled the blanket away and wadded it against her. She looked questioningly at Sesshoumaru, "I'd like to get cleaned up if you don't mind."
"Of course. There are cloths and water for cleansing next to the latrine through that doorway," Sesshoumaru answered, gesturing toward the shoji screen in the corner of the room.
While he awaited her return, Sesshoumaru idly licked the bloodstains from his tail and groomed the matted spots with his teeth. Hearing a giggle from across the room, he looked up, the end of his tail stuffed in his mouth. Growling mockingly, he teased, "You dare laugh at the Lord of the Western Lands?"
Kagome had donned his gold silk sleeping kimono in the dressing room. She carried several dampened towels and offered them to him, glancing at the blood splashed across his body. Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow and commanded, "You may proceed." Kagome looked at him questioningly but began to wipe away the bloodstains from his body. His eyes darkened and he met her smoldering gaze as she ran the dampened cloth slowly across his body, paying special attention to his most sensitive areas. She dropped the cloth to the ground and started to back away, as his erection had returned to its full size.
"I guess I should be leaving. I'm sorry I bothered you tonight," she questioned hesitantly. Now completely sober, she recalled the whole embarrassing incident in excruciating detail. There was no way he could want her; it was just a reaction to being touched.
Sesshoumaru moved quickly, a blurred fog, suddenly standing between
Kagome and the door. He clasped her wrist, pulling her close, and entreated her, "Stay."
Kagome protested weakly, "But you can't want, I mean . . ."
"Your first experience with this Sesshoumaru should not be remembered only for pain and embarrassment. Think you that I am one of those loathsome creatures that derives his pleasure from damaging and degrading females? This night shall be pleasurable for us both, only the first of many to come," Sesshoumaru stated baldly.
"You are wearing too many clothes," he snapped and sliced through the belt tying shut her kimono. "Much better," he growled as he slid off the robe, which pooled in a golden heap around her feet. Picking her up, he carried her back over to his bed and lowered her to all fours straddling his lap. Brushing the midnight hair obscuring her form to one side, he lightly traced the outline of her spine with the claws of one hand. Kagome tilted her head and looked back questioningly. Sesshoumaru lowered himself, covering her body with his warmth, his hardness teasing the folds between her legs. His tongue tracing the line of her shoulder up the side of her neck, his hot breath huffed away the tendrils of hair from her ear. He teasingly whispered, "Am I not inu-youkai, my dear?"
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Reba Jean 11/15/03
mail to: rebajean@writing.com
Category: Parody/Humor/Romance Rating: R/NC
Third Rate Romance, the bawdy tail of how Kagome got stuck on Fluffy, a Sesshoumaru/Kagome lemon romantic parody.
Disclaimer: Characters based on "Inuyasha" ( 1997 by Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan, Inc. Song lyrics quoted or adapted from "Third Rate Romance" by Sammy Kershaw and "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritchie.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
. . . last time
Sesshoumaru rolled forward and gathered Kagome into his arms, pulling her tightly against his chest. As he sank back down on the pallet, he gently stroked her hair and back as he would to comfort a fearful Rin. "Shh, it will be all right. Don't cry." Unless she calmed down, who knew how long they would be trapped in such an embarrassing and undignified condition. Of course, her obvious pain and tears had absolutely no effect on him.
* * * * *
Kagome's sharp adrenaline-laden alarmed stench dissipated and her frantically beating heart slowed to match his own. The woman within his arms was warm and seemed to melt against him as her rigid muscles began to relax. Rin liked to prattle incessantly; perhaps this female would calm more quickly if she talked. He questioned the thing that had surprised him most, "You were untouched. I assumed that you were Inuyasha's woman."
~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
She kept sayin',
"I've never done this kind of thing before, have you"
Third rate romance, high rent rendezvous
And he said, "Yes I have,
but only a time or two"
~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Kagome sniffled once more and brushed away the remnant of her tears. She barked a short, bitter laugh, "That's what everyone thinks, except Kouga, who insists that I belong to him, or maybe Hojo. Inuyasha chose Kikyo over two years ago. I have learned to accept his choice." She continued in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Now it seems that he still wants to have both of us after all this time. He claimed that after we defeat Naraku, the Shikon no Tama is restored, and he becomes a full youkai, he will force Kikyo to submit to his wishes. He offered to accept me as a secondary concubine while she remains first wife. As if I want to share him with that bitch," she finished angrily.
Irritated at the mention of these rivals, Sesshoumaru peered at Kagome's neck and the portions of her shoulders that were visible. Flexing his claws, he reduced her kimono to tatters in a single swipe. He pushed the remains down off her shoulders and tossed the rags to the floor. Clinically examining her back by scent as well as sight and touch, he turned his attention to her front. Lazily trailing the backs of his claws across the top of one breast and down her arm, he noted her responsive shiver. Sesshoumaru commented speculatively, "Untouched and unmarked. The wolf is not as quick at everything as he boasts. And my erstwhile half-brother only further proves himself to be the fool."
Sesshoumaru carefully rolled the two of them over until Kagome lay beneath him. Propping himself on one elbow, he nuzzled the hollow of her neck, nipping lightly. Kagome moaned in response, arching against him. He smirked and lightly cupping her face, moved in to kiss her. Kagome deepened the kiss, pulling Sesshoumaru even closer, twining her fingers in his hair. Breaking away after a few moments, he traced the outline of her lips with one claw. "You have proven to be a valiant foe, a loyal comrade-in-arms to my idiot half-brother, and a wielder of powerful magic; one who is perhaps worthy. This Sesshoumaru shall grant you favor shown to no other human female. I, Sesshoumaru shall make love to you."
Kagome's eyes flashed angrily at his conceit. "Don't flatter yourself, Fluffy. If I weren't stuck on you, I would be so out of here!"
Sesshoumaru half smiled and taunted Kagome, "You entered these chambers uninvited, dared to touch the person of this Sesshoumaru, and violently forced yourself upon him. Your scent does not lie; from the moment you entered this room, your desire for this Sesshoumaru has been apparent." He raised one eyebrow and silently invited her to refute his conclusions.
Kagome glared at him a moment and began giggling nervously. "I guess we're kind of half way there already, joined at the hip." She turned her face into his chest trying to muffle her laughter.
Sesshoumaru cupped her chin and raised her eyes to meet his own. His eyes sparkled with humor, "An occasion of joy, as it should be," he commented and resumed his assault. Touching and caressing every part of one another's bodies, exchanging lingering kisses, their movements still hampered by the tight connection, they rocked and thrust against each other. The heat grew from within until Kagome felt a shattering release. As the rhythm of her muscles pulsing around Sesshoumaru gradually faded, he slowly withdrew.
A frown crossed his face, as he felt liquid rushing out of Kagome's opening and soaking the blanket beneath them. The sharp coppery tang of blood filled the air. Sesshoumaru quickly grabbed the torn kimono and wadded it tightly against her torn and bleeding flesh. "Kagome, put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding," he ordered, "while I get my other sword." Kagome rolled her eyes at his attempt at humor to distract her.
Sesshoumaru retrieved Tenseiga and executed a sweeping shallow cut across Kagome's abdomen. The healing magic succeeded and she ceased bleeding. Sesshoumaru wrinkled his nose in distaste at the bloodied bedding and the blood spill staining his tail. Kagome flushed and muttered, "Sorry." She pulled the blanket away and wadded it against her. She looked questioningly at Sesshoumaru, "I'd like to get cleaned up if you don't mind."
"Of course. There are cloths and water for cleansing next to the latrine through that doorway," Sesshoumaru answered, gesturing toward the shoji screen in the corner of the room.
While he awaited her return, Sesshoumaru idly licked the bloodstains from his tail and groomed the matted spots with his teeth. Hearing a giggle from across the room, he looked up, the end of his tail stuffed in his mouth. Growling mockingly, he teased, "You dare laugh at the Lord of the Western Lands?"
Kagome had donned his gold silk sleeping kimono in the dressing room. She carried several dampened towels and offered them to him, glancing at the blood splashed across his body. Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow and commanded, "You may proceed." Kagome looked at him questioningly but began to wipe away the bloodstains from his body. His eyes darkened and he met her smoldering gaze as she ran the dampened cloth slowly across his body, paying special attention to his most sensitive areas. She dropped the cloth to the ground and started to back away, as his erection had returned to its full size.
"I guess I should be leaving. I'm sorry I bothered you tonight," she questioned hesitantly. Now completely sober, she recalled the whole embarrassing incident in excruciating detail. There was no way he could want her; it was just a reaction to being touched.
Sesshoumaru moved quickly, a blurred fog, suddenly standing between
Kagome and the door. He clasped her wrist, pulling her close, and entreated her, "Stay."
Kagome protested weakly, "But you can't want, I mean . . ."
"Your first experience with this Sesshoumaru should not be remembered only for pain and embarrassment. Think you that I am one of those loathsome creatures that derives his pleasure from damaging and degrading females? This night shall be pleasurable for us both, only the first of many to come," Sesshoumaru stated baldly.
"You are wearing too many clothes," he snapped and sliced through the belt tying shut her kimono. "Much better," he growled as he slid off the robe, which pooled in a golden heap around her feet. Picking her up, he carried her back over to his bed and lowered her to all fours straddling his lap. Brushing the midnight hair obscuring her form to one side, he lightly traced the outline of her spine with the claws of one hand. Kagome tilted her head and looked back questioningly. Sesshoumaru lowered himself, covering her body with his warmth, his hardness teasing the folds between her legs. His tongue tracing the line of her shoulder up the side of her neck, his hot breath huffed away the tendrils of hair from her ear. He teasingly whispered, "Am I not inu-youkai, my dear?"
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