InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ Not Yet ( Chapter 3 )

<u>Not Yet</u>

 

Forbidden, he had called it, and she knew why. To touch his skin was like playing with fire, its deceptive beauty pulling her in even though she knew she would get burned. His lips tasted of poison, sweet merciful death, and yet she was an addict for it, hungry for the euphoria it spread through her veins on wakes of crimson fire. But it was his touch that would condemn her; hungry, controlling, possessive, so sinful it might have been the very hand of the devil.

 

There wasn't a part of her that couldn't feel him, that didn't know the wild burn of the dark fires. His hunger and need fueled her own, drove her onwards, made her ache in an even deeper place for more. Without even realizing it, she had wound her arms around his neck to draw closer to him, to increase the contact between them, to feel more of what she knew she shouldn't. And he had responded just as greedily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her so strongly against the solid planes of his body that her feet left the ground.

 

Kagome gasped and tried to pull back from him, a protest screaming in her mind for her to heed its warning.

 

But Sesshomaru tightened his hold on her to prevent her movement. “Hold on.”

 

“What…?” Kagome question was cut off with a startled squeak when she experienced a sudden rush of movement.

 

Reflexively, her arms tightened around his neck, and Sesshomaru growled deeply in appreciation when her legs too wound around him, entwining around his waist and pulling her centre so close to him that he could feel the radiating heat of her womanhood pressing against his throbbing cock even through the thin garment that shielded her from him. He smirked wickedly, knowing it was only a matter of time before all of her barriers were overtaken. Shifting his hold on her, he grasped firmly onto her tight little ass and pulled her even closer.

 

Of course, it was only after Sesshomaru had made use of her reaction and pressed himself firmly against her groin that Kagome realized the provocative position she had landed herself in; but that still didn't stop the soft moan of pleasure spilling from her lips because of the pressure against her aching centre. Wanting more, she loosened her tight hold, sliding her legs down his so she could gain enough support to lift her hips and grind against him. He pressed back against her so firmly it was almost painful; but filled with the pulsing ache of need, she could not feel it.

 

Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling with demanding force for him to take her lips again. And so long as she continued pressing against him with her sinful heat, he would not, could not, deny her. Their mouths clashed with hungry abandon, no careful motions or gentle coaxing as their tongues battled past one another to seek out the forbidden spices of the other.

 

Possessed by the hunger of the flames, their bodies moved of their own accord, pressing and rubbing against each other, moving in accordance with instinct and primal desires. The heat between them continued building; nearly unbearable in its intensity, but so consuming they both yearned for more.

 

To force himself away from her lips, to deny himself her heavenly taste, was like forcing himself away from air. Truly, she had been blessed by the gods. Everything about her, from her pure heart to her radiant light, to her divine scent and her angel eyes; everything that he knew he could never have, should never even touch. Her body burned against his, electric power coursing just beneath her skin and searing him with every arch and every straining pulse. To fight against it was ecstasy and beyond, and still he hadn't even breached the surface.

 

But he had to pull away. He had to focus again, had to wash the fires from his eyes to see something more than that envisioned in the eyes of lust. He had taken her away from the field of battle, from the scent of blood that corrupted the rich flavor of her own. For her, because she was worthy of ritual, worthy of respect that he would give a mate…Even if such a thing could never be.

 

Taking the moment to pull some much needed air into her straining lungs, Kagome leaned her head against his shoulder to brace against his landing. He shifted, the motion strangely unsteady, before he quickly pulled her legs tightly over his right hip. His landing was fluid, the transition from the air to the ground seemingly as easy as taking a step; but she could feel the settling of her weight in his arm, and knew that it had been easier for him to carry her in the air.

 

It was understanding he saw in her eyes when she looked at him then; that, and sorrow. And he couldn't bear that she would look at him like that. “I would not have your pity, miko,” he bit out, his teeth biting down hard on each other to prevent himself from snarling. Releasing her abruptly, he stepped back. He reached around his neck to pull his long hair away from his left side, leaving nothing hindering her view of his terrible battle scar.

 

“I lost an arm because I was overconfident and because I underestimated my opponent. I would be shamed only to not recognize this. In time, this wound will heal, but never will I forget its lesson. So of your pity, give me none. I have no want nor need for it.”

 

“You're wrong, Sesshomaru,” Kagome said quietly as she stepped towards him. ”It is not my pity that you see…” She reached up slowly to brush her fingers against what remained of his severed arm. “…It is my shame. Because I wanted this.” Closing her eyes tightly, she bit her trembling lip. “Because I wanted you to suffer,” she whispered it like a confession, and like a confession, it lifted the burden of past wrongs. When she opened her eyes again, they were clear of dark remembrances. “But now…” She leaned closer, pressing her lips to his skin tenderly. “…Now I would simply have you.”

 

Her fingers slid across his skin, and she watched raptly the shifting of his muscles under the soft caress and the lifting of his chest under her hands as she continued to trace his form. Across his broad shoulder, over the thick muscles of his chest, and down still to track through the rippling rises and falls of his sculpted core. With her hands and her eyes, she took him in; every part of his body. And with teasingly slow progression, she finally allowed herself to touch the smooth hardness of his arousal.

 

Hesitantly at first, but with building confidence with every hitch in his breath and low groan of pleasure, she pulled her hands along his length. To watch him pleasure himself in such a way had entranced her, but to feel his pleasure in the strong pulses under her touch and to watch as her hand controlled the actions of his body, made her feel empowered, and made her want for more.

 

Kagome was broken from her trance when Sesshomaru pulled himself away from her touch. “There will be time for that later, miko. Come, let us to the shelter.”

 

But Kagome would have none of it. She reached out quickly and took a firm hold of his heavy cock, squeezing it in a long, hard draw along the length. Her eyes were dark when they locked onto his, the crystal blue deep with desire but hardened by determination. “You wanted me to unleash my desires. Perhaps you should let me do so…” She pulled against him again, even harder than before. “…Unless you wish to find yourself missing something much more important than your arm.”

 

He would have said something, done something, to have retribution for such a blatant threat; but Kagome dropped to her knees before him so quickly that he hardly had time to realize what she was doing before he was overcome with the feeling of her hot mouth wrapping around him and drawing in strong motions against his oversensitive flesh.

 

The first time she rolled her tongue to sweep around the entire head of his length, he experienced such a wave of heat that he was left gasping for breath. But when her hand started moving as well, pulling more and more of him into the slick heat of her mouth; he was fighting so desperately with himself to hold back the need to thrust forwards against her that his muscles were left trembling.

 

She felt him lean over her, his hand tangling in her hair to keep her close. Every draw against him and she could feel the tremble in his muscles as her left hand pulled against his thigh, and hear the long groans and muffled growls that told her of his pleasure. And she could taste him, a hot spice made even hotter by the burning of his skin and the heat of her mouth.

 

If his control had been any less than what it was, he might not have been able to resist her. Even as it was, it was beyond difficult to pull away. “You must…stop.” He was panting, and with every heavy breath the rush of his blood pounded through his ears. Still, he managed to bring his hand to her shoulder and gently ease her back.

 

She was reluctant to pull away, and only did so after taking him deep into her mouth and pulling back again in a long, sinful pull that was nearly enough to make his knees buckle. When she finally released him, he dropped to his knees to pull her into a kiss so deep with passionate fire that she whimpered against his lips. But what she felt in his kiss was only a fraction of the appreciation he would give her.

 

Soon, so very soon, and the burn of the fires would take over everything. And she would feel it. He would have her riding a wave of ecstasy that she would never come down from.

 

He was practically purring with anticipation as he gathered her petite frame tightly to himself and began lifting her from the ground. And seeing her flushed skin and the soft parting of her lips as she drew in long breaths to feed her racing blood, only convinced him further that he must know the sight of her when wild with passion.

 

Not being able to stop himself, he leaned into her again to take from her lips their sweet offering. It was almost his undoing when she pulled herself closer and lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. When she pressed against him, he could feel the hot moisture gathered between her legs. She was dripping with need, and he aching to fill her.

 

But he wouldn't. Not yet.

 

“Soon, little miko,” he promised her as he pulled away from her lips. His hand slipped over the smooth curve of her thigh, wrapping around it to tease lightly across her dripping centre through the barrier of her clothing. She gasped and shifted in uncertainty; but her reaction only made him smile. No matter how bold she seemed at times, she was untouched, her innocence unclaimed.

 

How much a fool that hanyou must have been to allow this treasure to escape him. But he wouldn't. No, the miko would be his. She was already.

 

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Shadow: “Wa…Water!!” *-Crawls desperately to the freezer for some icecubes-* “Need…water!!” *- Gasp. Pant. Drool-*…*-Faints away to wild dreams of writhing bodies and heated flesh-*

 

Chaos: “Wake up, you lazy wench!” *-Pours a bucket of ice-water over Shadow's head-*

 

Shadow: “KIYAAA!!” *Jolts upright, shivering uncontrollably-* “That wasn't necessary, Chaos!....Chaos?...” *-Follows Chaos' line of sight down, down, down…until she realized her white cotton top is completely see-through-* “OMG!!! You HENTAI!!!”

 

Chaos: *-Blushes madly and covers eyes-* “It's not my fault! You were slacking! Besides, why aren't you wearing a bra?”

 

Shadow: *-Huffs indignantly and crosses her arms stiffly over her chest-* “It was freaking hot in here, okay? I was thinking…of…things...”

 

Chaos: “I know! And I'm very proud of you!” *-Beams…and then grins maniacally-* “Now, back to work!”

 

Shadow: *-Squeaks in outrage-* “You're going to make me work while you get to wander off to dreamland with Sesshomaru??!! Some Hentai muse you are!!”

 

Chaos: “Now, now, Shadow. You know that Sesshomaru is more than enough for the two of us!” *-Grins and leers at Sesshomaru-*

 

Shadow: *-Sighs and shakes her head-* “Oh, dear Lord, she's at it again.” *-Grabs Chaos by her wing-* “Come on, dragon girl. We need to wrap this up. You'll have time for more hentai goodness tomorrow.”

 

Chaos: *-Whines and stares longingly at the pristine figure of Sesshomaru-* “But, Shadow! Just a few minutes! *-Grins wickedly-* “I want him to screw me into oblivion.”

 

Shadow: “Hey! No stealing my lines!” *Whacks Chaos with a rolled up newspaper-*

 

Chaos: *-Steals paper and whacks her back-* “I've given you enough of my own!...Ummm…Hey, Shadow?”

 

Shadow: *-Sighs-* “Yes, kitten?”

 

Chaos: *-Whispers-* “Who are all those people staring at us?”

 

Shadow: “Those,” *-points at readers-* “Are the nice people who read and review my stories…who you are currently making me look crazy in front of. So!” *-Smiles disarmingly-* “Let's wish them all a good night!” … *-Mutters under her breath-* … “and lots of cold showers.”

 

Chaos: “Yes! A marvelous night to you all! Or…day…or evening…or morning. OH! And I think popsicles work better than cold showers! *-Winks saucily-*

 

Shadow: *-Groans-* “You really are incorrigible.” *-Turns to readers-* “Well, later all. And pleasant dreams.”

 

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The dialogue above is my thanks to ChaosWingDragon (yes, she really is a real person, not a figment of my imagination) for always finding a way to inspire me…even if it is only to throw my mind into the gutter ;P