InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate - ON HOLD ❯ PART SIX ( Chapter 6 )

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Part Six - This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate

 

The kiss wasn't meant to elicit passion. Instead, it was intended to punish, to subjugate, and to affirm the miko's lust, thereby gaining the onna's utter humiliation.

 

The best laid plans of Miko and Taiyoukai do not always run smooth, as they both were to find.

 

The priestess' words had landed a telling blow to his exaggerated sense of self.

 

His desire to penalize the miko for her transgression had been transformed by the subtle melody of animalistic instinct that lay just below the surface - that of his lusting beast.

 

The kiss had been brutal and yet the miko ground her hips into his now-hardening length, instinctively responding to his beast's call. She groaned in frustration as she reached up and pulled his head closer to intensify the moist, warm contact of their lips. The Taiyoukai was losing control he realized helplessly, as a soft pink haze enveloped them both. Shockwaves traveled up his spine and he shuddered; she was pulling him within her unknowingly.

 

He did not care or, more accurately, his beast didn't. The youkai moaned as her lips parted granting him access to her soft depths. Their tongues dueled in a sensual dance exploring one another, while they sank slowly to the ground.

 

The Taiyoukai made short work of ripping her odd upper-garment down the center revealing smooth, delicate, sun-kissed skin. The priestess hissed in pleasure and arched into his wet caress, her nails biting into the lord's now-taut back muscles.

 

In response, the beast bit down gently on her hard tip, as her nails dug into the pale flesh of his master's shoulders and back. It licked the sting away as she writhed under the Taiyoukai, head lolling in blissful surrender to the wants of her body. He coaxed her legs apart by degree with strong thighs, as his painfully rigid member ground rhythmically into her heated center in acknowledgment of their mutual carnal need, foreshadowing things to come.

 

The scent of her sex was driving the beast near madness as it grew impatient with the Taiyoukai, who still tried to maintain a level of control for some, as yet, unclear reason.

 

“Sessssssssssshooooouuu…” came a soft querulous moan beneath him.

 

The clawed hand that wasn't holding him up glided over her other breast, down her flat firm stomach to the waistband of her jeans, inching closer to her core. She bucked into his hand instinctively, closing her eyes and turning her head away in sudden humiliation at her own brazenness, liquid heat pooling between her thighs in anticipation.

 

Kagome had never imagined she would even allow this - FEEL this, even. She should, she told herself, feel dirty, yet she did not - she wanted him.

 

Her tentative petting with Houjo, casual flirtation with Kouga, and shy glances at Inuyasha had never once elicited these feelings. Her body was aflame and she could feel the blood coursing through her loins. Damp fragrant hair and a masculine scent, like clean linen, pervaded all her senses.

 

She didn't care about tomorrow. Right now, she realized, for the first time in her nearly eighteen years, she felt the smoldering fires of passion, something she had only read about.

 

Sesshoumaru raised his head sensing her body's sudden tension as his sensual ruby gaze sought hers. She had turned from him and was panting, her cheeks flushed. Her bruised, cherry-red lips were open in an effort to breathe, her eyes firmly closed with the remains of unshed tears on her lashes.

 

His hand retreated reluctantly from the fragrant, moist warmth of her sex.

 

“Miko?” queried the seductively husky baritone.

 

She turned her face to him, looking up through wet lashes with a mixture of shyness, passion, and embarrassment. Quickly averting her gaze, she chose instead to focus her attention on his markings, which appeared more pronounced on his cheeks. She lowered one arm from his shoulder to softly stroke them. In response, he bent his head towards her caress and closed his eyes, relishing her gentle touch.

 

“Kami… how could anything in existence be so beautiful?” she heard herself whisper in wonder.

 

He opened his scarlet-hued eyes and smiled seductively, leaning forward to caress her bottom lip with a single clawed digit. The miko opened her mouth and suckled the digit suggestively between her full lips, tasting herself for the very first time. He removed his slick finger with a pop as his eyes became feral, almost lethal.

 

The beast had become tired of the teasing.

 

`What was wrong with his master?'

 

The miko shuddered in expectation as his lips descended; his kiss was feather light. The youkai's hair cascaded about her face like a silken canopy, effectively blocking her senses to anything beyond his heat and scent, while he nuzzled her neck.

 

He nipped the tip of her ear and her breath caught as she tangled her hands in his silky, almost-dry mane, nuzzling his neck, breathing in his distinctive scent.

 

“Your scent is intoxicating priestess… do you like your taste?” came a husky, seductive whisper, sending goose bumps down her spine.

 

With infinite care, he moved down her now-trembling body, his glowing eyes watching her reactions intently as his hands deftly opened her jeans and pulled them down her hips.

 

Kagome tensed, closing her eyes, self-consciously aware of how much she wanted his every touch.

 

The Taiyoukai stilled once more.

 

When nothing further happened, one tentative, shy, brown orb opened to peek at Sesshoumaru, who was doing something Kagome never thought she would ever see - he was smiling. With that, her jeans went sailing over his shoulder, landing ignominiously behind a nearby bush.

 

At another time, on another day - sans slow seduction going wrong - she would have seen the humor in this situation. She would have more fully appreciated the near-cosmic incongruity of Sesshoumaru smiling; not because he had just removed a vocally challenged avian from this mortal coil, but genuinely smiling, with mischief and triumph in his deeply pink-rimmed eyes.

 

She neglected to note that most of their redness had faded, signaling his beast's retreat.

 

She resolutely attempted to close her thighs, the youkai having left his perch between them, only to be met by firm strong fingers prying her knees apart suggestively as he looked at her with a self-satisfied smirk.

 

“Well not today puppy… easy access to the miko's girlie bits is over,” she said decisively.

 

The priestess - always quick to anger - frowned at him and pushed herself up on her elbows glaring daggers at the still-smiling Taiyoukai who, to her mind, was now laughing at her inexperience. Apparently, he wanted to intern as a gynecologist, with her as his first patient.

 

Kagome could not have been more wrong.

 

The demon, a consummate tactician, had made a careful study of the miko over the years and noted that, whenever she faced a new situation, though filled with trepidation - if challenged - she always came out swinging.

 

She did not disappoint.

 

Sesshoumaru was back in control of his beast, however tentatively, the scent of her readiness still causing him to wage an internal war. He kept his beast at bay, though, as he finally got proof of something he had begun to suspect earlier in her scent. She was unclaimed, chaste… one would never have been able to tell by her previous actions.

 

`Intriguing, this priestess,' he mused.

 

“Sesshoumaru… are we done playing doctor? Had a good enough whiff to last you?” she intoned mockingly. Her embarrassment was now gone, having been replaced by false bravada.

 

`Why bother, he knows every vital part of my body by now anyway and somehow that was rather freeing,' she noted. It also occurred to her that throughout the entire proceeding of `coitus severely interruptus' his haori, obi and hakama were still on, albeit grass stained and disheveled.

 

`The baka! Serves him right! I hope grass stains don't come out of silk in the Feudal Era,' she thought vindictively, her lips pursed.

 

The priestess had expected an instant return to playfully aggressive prying. Instead, he rose and proffered an elegantly striped wrist to help her up. The miko furrowed her brows, looking up at him suspiciously, before taking his calloused palm.

 

That had been the mistake.

 

He swept her to his chest, bent her chin up with two fingers, and proceeded to kissed her with unbridled, passionate need.

 

`Oh Kami... that mouth is truly evil.' She moaned as her toes curled and her knees were once again on the verge of buckling. Her hands, of their own volition, reached for the mass of fragrant silk he called hair - it was dry, soft, and cool to the touch.

 

“Not nearly enough… priestess,” he whispered against her lips.

 

Before she could register his movements, he had grasped her firm, round butt-cheeks with both hands and lowered himself to face her still-moist sex, inhaling deeply.

 

Without the Taiyoukai's firm grip, Kagome would have been lost to the sensory overload of Sesshoumaru's eyelids, closed in sensual bliss as he embraced her pubis with nose and cheek, scenting her renewed arousal.

 

The youkai lord's eyes had regained their red tint. He watched her reactions through his lashes as he caressed her intimately with his soft, pliant lips. She braced herself against him, with none-too-steady hands, in an attempt to remain upright as his mouth opened and he slowly extended his hot tongue to swipe at her now-engorged clit.

 

“Ooooooooooh… ooooh… oh gods, yes…” she groaned, closing her eyes tightly as multi-colored sparks flashed beneath her lids. She opened her legs wider and placed her hands on both sides of his silky head caressing his ears.

 

With her scent permeating all the Taiyoukai's senses, his beast once again regained control. Her essence now covered his chin and cheeks as he lapped.

 

“Seeesssssssssssshooomaruuuu… yes, yes… oh… gods … yes, I want… please…” she mewled in delirious frustration, not being able to put words to her need.

 

The Taiyoukai understood.

 

Tentatively, his tongue began to prod her tight entrance, gaining deeper access with each stroke. Her tightness caused his now painfully rigid member to twitch in anticipation of conquest.

 

“Delicious… warm… spicy,” he moaned. The hold she had on his ears was almost painful and, if he wasn't careful, she might suffocate him as she ground her wetness firmly into his face and nose, needing deeper penetration.

 

“Oh Kami, oh gods, Sesshou… oooh… yes…” she groaned in heady, mindless bliss.

 

Sesshoumaru smirked with male pride, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. She was close, as was evident by the near strangulation of his tongue with each moist retreat.

 

“Sesshou…” she said rasping, “stop teasing me… I need you… please… all of you… take me, damn it! Or… or… I will pull your ears off!” she suddenly growled in wanton frustration.

 

`Ayumi was sooooooo very right, a girl could get very used to this.'

 

He groaned at her words and quickly attempted to comply, disengaging one happy butt-clenching hand from her soft backside to release his weeping length, which needed desperately to fill the miko's depths.

 

A sudden menacing roar vibrated Sesshoumaru's chest and he ceased all movement.

 

As though a switch was turned off, he abruptly removed her hands from his ears, tugging slightly, and gently removed his hold on her. Kagome stumbled, caught by a reassuring hand on her damp hip.

 

Once again his cold mask settled firmly into place, but for a flurry of unspoken emotions as he looked into her lust-addled, confused pools. He rose gracefully to tower above her.

 

“Miko… get back in the spring… NOW!” he commanded in his resonant baritone, no longer looking at her. His eyes were trained, instead, in the direction of the campsite.

 

Something told Kagome not to argue. Obeying that instinct, she retrieved her torn shirt to wipe his chin with an apologetic smile. He stilled her hand with his, electing to lick his chin and cheeks with a deft swipe of his agile tongue, his eyes closed.

 

`Oooooh Kami.' Kagome clenched, doing her very first subconscious kegel exercise.

 

Just then, still some distance away, she heard the familiar bellowing of the hanyou.

 

“Kaaaaaaaa-gooo-maaaaa!”

 

`Inuyasha is getting closer; any moment now he'll be in view,' she thought nervously. She carefully washed away the remnants of their shared indulgence; being cautious, as her nerve endings remained somewhat sensitive to the touch.

 

`Damn, he's good,' she thought with a wicked, secretive grin.

 

“Kaaaaaaaa-goooo-maaaa where the #$# are you?! Oh, there you are. Why didn't you answer me? I just found that dumb-ass dragon, Ah-Un, grazing. That bastard must be around here somewhere, come to pick up his brat no doubt. That kid's givin' me the creeps by the way,” he said conversationally, standing behind her.

 

Kagome decided to take the bull by the horns - Sesshoumaru and his armor had disappeared.

 

`Typical.' She ground her teeth in anger.

 

As life had taught her, the best line of defense was always a good offence.

 

“Inuyasha? What are you doing here? As you can see, I am still taking my bath,” she said icily, hoping he would leave and she could find Sesshoumaru. They had to talk before he left with Rin.

 

“What the hell could you be washing? There isn't enough of you to take this long, woman!” He sniffed the air and furrowed his brows, then stooped and attempted to sniff her neck. She moved away slapping at his invasion of her space.

 

A low rumble grew into a fierce snarl of partial understanding.

 

They had been together.

 

Author's Note

 

Oh dear… wicked, wicked grin. What a predicament. Where is the Western Lord anyway?

 

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