InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomaru's Story ❯ Chapter 22

Chapter 21- To all my reviewers- Gomen nasai, but for some odd reason I can't access the reviews and comments for Tomaru's Story on MediaMiner. Feel free to send me your comments via email at vixen3879 at yahoo dot com. Arigatou!

 

(White Luna- you're the best! Thank you for all of your faithful comments!)

 

Oh, and this is a lemon chapter. Just so's ya know…

 

Sesshoumaru slipped into his bedchambers as silently as he had left. Kagome still lay motionless on his bed, in the same position he had left her in- on her right side, facing the window.

 

He moved to her side and carefully lifted her, maneuvering her frail, limp body so she rested underneath the blankets.

 

Moving around to the other side of the bed, he quietly stripped off the remainder of his clothing- Rin hadn't shown up with his haori- and climbed under the covers of the bed, completely nude as was usual. He didn't even give it a second thought, as this was how he always slept.

 

He laid his head on the pillow, facing his miko. Her body was still turned away from him, but he felt closer to her than he had in a very long time.

 

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Kagome snuggled against the warmth pressed against her back. Her dreams, which had been filled with flashes of that single erotic vision with Inuyasha, caused little shivers of desire and need to shoot throughout her body.

 

Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked to focus better as she gradually realized she was not in her own room.

 

She turned her head to look at the source of the warmth snuggled against her.

 

Sesshoumaru lay on his side, facing her, his eyes closed and his breathing even. His new arm was draped casually over her side in a loose embrace, so light she hadn't even noticed it.

 

In sleep, his face was relaxed, even more beautiful than normal, because the cold, expressionless mask wasn't being held in place. Silver hair draped over his pillow and his shoulder, trailing down the hard planes of his chest.

 

His naked chest. He eyes widened slightly to see the smooth expanse of flesh so close to her. She shifted slightly and she could feel alien contours pressing intimately against her bottom, the heat suffusing through the thin silk of her kimono.

 

Holy Kami… he's… completely naked…

 

A blush stole over her face. Did we…? No… I still have my clothes on, and I would've remembered something like that…He must have just stayed with me because… maybe he was worried about me? After all, I did pass out after I restored his arm…

 

Slowly, as not to disturb the sleeping tai-youkai, she rolled over so that she was facing him. He was so breathtakingly beautiful, with his smooth pale skin and extraordinary eyes. Even his pointed ears were compelling, making her want to reach out and trace the edge. Not as cute as Tomaru's ears, but still…

 

She reached up a hand to touch the magenta stripes on his exposed cheek. His skin was like porcelain, cool and flawless to the touch.

 

Abruptly, his magenta-striped eyelids opened and fathomless amber eyes regarded her clearly in the early morning light.

 

Her breath caught in her throat as she froze with her hand still gently touching his cheek.

 

“Good morning,” he murmured, almost like a purr. “Are you feeling restored?”

 

Kagome's cheeks were still flaming. “H-hai… n-never felt b-better…”

 

His arm was still nonchalantly draped over her side, and he itched to pull her closer. “Why were you touching me like that?”

 

She blinked, embarrassed. “I… I just… wondered… if your crests… felt different than the rest of your cheek… that's all…”

 

Still he stared at her, his eyes sparkling strangely. “No other reason?”

 

Her gaze averted. It was time for honesty, or she'd never forgive herself later. “I… I needed… to. I needed to touch you, no matter how little.” It's now or never, girl… “I've… wanted to touch you, be near you… for a very long time.”

 

His youkai howled in victory. Outwardly, the only change was the small smile that tilted his perfect lips. “The feeling is mutual.”

 

His arm tightened around her, pulling him against his nude body. The heat of her flesh could be felt through the pathetically thin material of her kimono, which had opened slightly at her throat when she had rolled over. His lips captured hers in frantic need.

 

She met him with equal fervor. She slid her hands over his arms, his shoulders, up into his hair, soft as silk on her fingers. Arching against him, she offered him everything, asking only for this one experience in return.

 

He had other plans, though. This was it- the time was right. She would finally be his, his true mate, and he could finally claim his son.

 

He rolled her over onto her back and used both of his hands to leisurely open the front of her kimono, leaving her exposed to his molten gaze. Her rose nipples puckered under his scrutiny.

 

With his hand he traced the outline of her figure, starting with her still-swollen breasts, trailing down and over her very slightly rounded stomach, and finally to cup her generous hips. Her eyes blazed up at him with a fire that had nothing to do with anger.

 

“I want you, Sesshoumaru,” she whispered, barely loud enough for even his keen youkai hearing to pick up. “Onegai…”

 

“Kagome,” he murmured, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck. He squeezed a breast gently, earning him a soft moan.

 

It shook him- how much he wanted her, needed her. This went beyond simple physical mating, beyond satiation of the body.

 

He let his hand drift lower, to the sanctuary he had possessed once before, and caressed her softly through her black curls. She whimpered, lifting her hips slightly against his hand.

 

Using the pad of his thumb, he found her hard little nubbin hidden so carefully inside her moist folds and rubbed tenderly, brushing her opening with his knuckles.

 

This time her barely-restrained cry was his reward. His fingers grew damp with the proof of her arousal.

 

Her scent nearly overpowered his self-control as he pulled back. Kagome whimpered and opened her eyes, confused. “Wh-what's wrong? Why did you stop?”

 

His eyes shifted colors like molten lava, ranging from golden orange to light amber yellow and back again. He locked his gaze on hers and refused to release her.

 

“There is something this Sesshoumaru has been… wanting to ask you. It needs to be asked before we go further.”

 

Immediately she froze. Kami… he's not going to ask me about my dream with Inuyasha or something, is he?

 

“This Sesshoumaru… I… would ask you to be… the Lady of the Western Lands. …My formal mate.”

 

Kagome blinked as his words registered on her passion-dazed brain. “Your… mate?”

 

“I believe the ningen term is `wife.'”

 

“You're serious?”

 

“This Sesshoumaru does not joke.”

 

Tears filled her eyes as she lifted her arms to embrace him. “Hai!” she cried, holding him tightly. “I'd do anything to be with you!”

 

The tai-youkai pulled away from her slightly. “Does that include the formal ceremony?”

 

“Like a wedding?”

 

He shook his head. “The formal mating ceremony. It is just between you and I, but it marks you as my mate and as Lady of the Western Lands.”

 

Her eyebrow rose shakily. Marking… “A-and what does this… ceremony… include?”

 

The pad of his thumb rubbed against her bud again, reminding her of their previous activity. “A mating… just that.”

 

He had her panting and writhing for more by the time he finally relented and released her. Carefully he turned her over onto her stomach and brought her up into a hands-and-knees position.

 

Kagome glanced back at him through desire-darkened eyes. “Wha…?” she murmured, unable to complete the entire word, let alone a coherent thought.

 

Sesshoumaru brought his extremely aroused body up behind her, nudging the tip of his erection against the warm wetness of her opening. Her head fell back as he began to push into her.

 

Grasping her hips for leverage, he slowly slid into her until he was fully inside her, her lush buttocks pressed against his groin.

 

Kagome moaned, digging her nails into the pillow.

 

He began to move against her, sliding in and out on her slippery arousal.

 

She whimpered.

 

He leaned forward and nudged her hair off her neck, revealing the green crescent just below the nape of her neck. It called to him, luring him, beckoning him to complete the mating, to take her as his own, forever. All the while, he continued to move in and out of her, building up the intense pleasure deep in her womb.

 

She cried out his name as he licked her satiny skin, right where the crescent was. Her body tightened and imploded around him as her breathtaking climax racked her body and fractured her senses.

 

Sesshoumaru bit down, hard, on the nape of her neck, his lower fangs puncturing the skin bearing the green crescent mark. Holding her in that primitive, dominant position he thrust against her, harder and faster until he came, spilling his seed inside her after so long an abstinence.

 

He released his grip on her neck and the two of them collapsed, exhausted and utterly spent, amid the tumbled bed sheets.

 

Opening his eyes, Sesshoumaru regarded the crescent on Kagome's back. Two tiny drops of blood barely hinted at where he had bit her. His saliva was now mixed with her blood via the two puncture marks on the crescent, and the green color shimmered, shifting to lavender, to match the one on his forehead. It was done. She was his, by every law of the land.

 

Kagome gave a well-satisfied sigh, staring through heavy-lidded eyes at the star-lit sky through the window.

 

“That… was beyond incredible…”