InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ Passion's Fire ( Chapter 8 )

Passion's Fire

 

 

Breathlessly, she pulled back from his lips, her eyes fluttering open as she relaxed into the soft bedding beneath her. She smiled dreamily when she was met with the intensity of his gaze, becoming lost in the endless burn that she could both see and feel. The heat of the fire had wrapped around her; soothing, comforting, but hungry as well.

 

It was his need she felt in the burn that danced across her senses, something wild and reckless, driven by primal urges and carnal needs. But still he was holding back, the wild burn of the fires tamed by his hold over their fury. To feel his restraint was like being brushed by ice; cold and sharp, it was like a breath taken in the chill of winter, only settling in her veins to cool the molten flow of passion's fire.

 

But that she knew he was holding back for her sake, cooling the burn of his desires to keep his mind clear and focused so that he wouldn't loose control, wouldn't push her too far too fast; she couldn't help but be enamored with him for it. All she had ever known of him was in battle. The Killing Blade, the Ruthless One, an enemy to be feared but who commanded respect. But with him now, she saw him softer; saw what lie beneath the hardness of battle, the impenetrable layers of ice that served as his armor. But that was the greatest fallacy of all, the image of ice just another mask that he wore to conceal the fire beneath, the passions that burned with such incredible intensity. To be able to see it, feel it, know it; was beyond ecstasy.

 

And still he would give her more.

 

Reaching out to him, she splayed her hands across his stomach, following the rippling planes of muscle until she could take hold of his sides and draw him closer. He followed her gentle coaxing, but slowly, careful of his weight as he settled it down on her lighter frame.

 

A soft gasp left her lips when she felt the tip of his hardness brush against her heat for the first time, not for fear or hesitation, only at the finality of the gesture, the knowledge that there truly was no barriers left between them and that all were about to be breached. But while in her mind she knew these things, her body only knew of its desire, of the painful longing within her that begged to be filled. Her hips lifted to him, an unconscious gesture to bring him closer still, and she gasped again when she felt him slide against the slick moisture settled around her nether regions and come to rest directly outside of her opening.

 

Her hands trembled where they held him, but though he understood why, such thoughts were distant when feeling the slick heat of her pulsing core teasing against his throbbing cock. It was taking every ounce of restraint he had not to simply tear into her and immerse himself in her glorious heat. With painful slowness, he began applying careful pressure against her.

 

Every shift of her body beneath his, every tiny gasp and whimper of uncertainty, every tremor that ran through her petite frame, every time her muscles would tense, her breath hitch, or her features contort in discomfort or unease; he watched and listened for all of it. He read her body like words on paper, knowing what every movement meant, every sound, and every shift in her scent.

 

But while in those moments of her uncertainty he would hold back, pull away from the gradually increasing pressure he was creating against her centre; in those times when she would relax, when her need overwhelmed her hesitations, when her breath would leave her in trembling sighs of yearning, and her scent would pulse so strongly with the hot waves of her desire, he would given in to a small measure of his own, allow himself to press forward, slipping inch by inch deeper into her slick folds.

 

All it had taken was one brief moment, and yet it had seemed like an eternity of denial. So close and yet so far. But then, only a moment more, and he had pushed past the outer limits of her core. She instantly went rigid beneath him, her inner muscles clamping down around him so tightly he was left breathless, his head swimming in a sea of mindless pleasure. Her heat was magnified a hundred fold when combined with the white burn of her powers. Dancing across her skin, they were like lances of white lightning; but within her, where no barriers existed to tame the wild flow, they washed over him in searing waves, each more incredible than the last.

 

His restraint buckled when a pulsing tremor shook through her straining muscles. Too much pressure, too much heat; and he needed more, couldn't hold back from it any longer. He pressed forwards, but only slipped and inch before she had clamped down around him again to still his movement. The beast growled lowly, its voice ripping away from leaden restraints, set free by the wild burn that had taken over his senses. He was loosing control of it, unable to hold back from what it wanted. But she was struggling, her fragile body needing time to adjust to his size and the new sensations as she was stretched from within.

 

Just a moment of distraction, something to calm the beast and relax her enough to take more; he leaned into her and covered her mouth with his own.

 

She whimpered against his lips, so lost in sensation she could do nothing more. But to taste him again, to be given another dose of his potent poison, his lips on hers, soothing, distracting, filling her with his fire; and there was no more discomfort, no more painful stretch, only the need for more.

 

She could feel him within her, held so tightly by her straining muscles. But even though he was giving her time, keeping himself still as he waited for her to adjust; still she could feel it every time his member pulsed strongly within her, pressing more firmly against her straining walls. And the heat. Oh, the heat. Not just hers, not just his, but theirs, together, and every moment growing hotter, the fire spreading through her, shaking her from within, taking away everything else that wasn't of the mindless burn.

 

When he finally moved again, pulling back from her tight embrace, she cried out, hating the empty feeling he left her with. But in her yearning, the tight clenching of her muscles relaxed, and he had been given room to thrust into her again, only deeper this time, filling her more completely. The sensation was so overwhelming that she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel as she was taken over by a pulsing wave of heated rapture. Knowing only of her desperate need to keep him tight within her, her legs lifted and wound around his waist, holding him to her with every fiber of her being as she shook and trembled against him.

 

Kami, if he had known that it was like this to lie with a human, he would have done it eons ago. She was so responsive, every movement driving her to new heights of passion, every thrust making her shudder as a new wave of heat would wash through her and be given over to him, and so unbelievably tight that every shift within her would trap him against her quivering walls, the pressure so intense at times that the beast damn near whimpered in pleasured bliss.

 

Surrounded almost completely now by her slick heat and feeling all around him the trembling of her inner muscles, the compulsion to thrust against her was eased somewhat, and he took a moment to simply revel in the sensation. But gradually, the stiffness of her body began to relent, and though her inner muscles still clamped down around him tightly, they were relaxing as well, inviting him to push deeper, to take more.

 

With a low growl, he complied. He thrust sharply against her, the startled cry she released a sweet melody to his ears.

 

Simply being filled by him was ecstasy and beyond, pushing every one of her senses into overdrive, stealing her breath away and making her body quake with unmatched pleasure. But any pleasure she thought she knew was made insignificant in comparison to what she received when his strong thrusts into her wanton core brought her to heights she could never have imagined.

 

He would pull away, leaving behind the painful longing of the emptiness left in his wake, and her body would whimper in protest, her muscles quivering against him to try and pull him back. And then he would push forward, making her forget loss and need as she was sent reeling with the impact deep within her that would have her crying out in sheer bliss. But every time he pushed into her, it felt as though he were finding a new place within her to bring her to a new realm of pleasure. Every thrust bringing him deeper, pushing her further and further over the edge of something she couldn't even begin to fathom.

 

Just a little further. Just a second longer. She was holding her breath, forgetting in the burn of passion how to breathe. It was so tight, every part of her straining, trembling with the effort to hold on. Whimpering helplessly, she buried her face against his neck, her teeth latching onto him to try and relieve some of the pressure. He growled deeply, but the vibration only caused her to bite down harder, her senses spinning with his pleasure as that sound coursed through her body bringing new waves of heat to add to the inferno.

 

Pain fed the beast's hunger. It reveled in it as it did in blood. Wildly it tore at its restraints. Reckless and dangerous, he knew he must fight against its demands for freedom. But it wasn't something so easily contained. It was his driving force, that part of him born of instinct and fueled by the fires of eternity. And it was instinct that demanded he let it out, forget restraint and control, trust that the beast wouldn't bring harm to its fragile little bitch.

 

Free at last, the beast snarled in victory. He ripped away from her tight hold, the way her teeth scraped against his skin and her nails dug into his back as she tried to hold him against her only driving it onwards. No more control, no more restraint; he pounded into her hot centre hard and fast, every sharp thrust making her voice call out to him in rapture.

 

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One of a Kind

 

The breaking point. Her voice stilled, her body growing rigid beneath him; and all around her, rising up in a blinding flash of light, she sought to tame his wild fire with her soothing heat. But nothing could stop it, not even her brilliant light. The beast was of one mind, and what it wanted was more of the painful pleasure brought to him in the searing burn of her powers, more of her slick heat and trembling core, more and more and everything that she could give him.

 

With fire he met her wild release, the burn soothed only by her soft caress. The light was like water to the flames, soothing and calming their chaotic dance to keep her safe from the burn. But while the heat of the fire did not touch her skin, still she could feel it. Every leap and turn and surge of power was hers to know and feel in ways that transcended any kind of feeling.

 

Coming down from her soaring high, it was the fire that soothed her body's trembling; the warmth filling her, relaxing forgotten stiffness. His pace had not slowed, still hard and deep, penetrating places that before this night she didn't know existed; but the experience was different now, her body yielding and accepting, her passage so slicked with her release that even the friction that had burned against her walls was only a welcomed heat.

 

With limbs leaden with slothful grogginess, she reached out to him, drawing against his sides with soft pressure, coaxing him to slow his pace, to come back from the savage burn. He snarled at her, his hand coming up and capturing her wrists to rip them away from himself, and she gasped in shock when she suddenly found her hands pinned above her head. But he took no notice of her struggles against his hold, and still he was forcing himself into her.

 

“Sesshomaru!” Her eyes were hard when they locked onto the burning crimson of his, the hazy fog washed away in a moment of clarity. She knew what he was doing, knew that the beast was having its fun taking her body at its leisure. She could feel it, knew the wild burn without restraint, without the cool brush of his control. But understanding did not mean she was about to let him do it.

 

Planting her feet firmly at his sides, she lifted her hips in a sharp thrust to meet with his. He growled and pushed back against her, but she wouldn't submit. When he pulled back, she lifted her hips again. The next impact hit her hard, and it tore a muffled scream from her throat.

 

Pain. Not his own, but affecting him so much more deeply. He had caused it, had harmed his little bitch, and the beast whimpered in distress. Needing but knowing how to soothe away her pain, he pulled back against the burn, letting the cold wash of ice take control.

 

Breathing deeply of the cool air that entered his lungs, Sesshomaru leaned down to the little miko and nudged softly against the smooth skin of her neck with his nose. “How did you know?” he asked her quietly.

 

She sighed and relaxed into his gentle motions. “That you wouldn't hurt me?” She felt him nod against her neck and it made her smile. “Because,” she answered slowly as she pulled back from him enough to turn her head and catch his eyes. The fires had calmed, and he looked at her through eyes of molten amber. “Because you're you.” Her lips pulled with a toying smirk. “Besides…” She shifted beneath him, lifting her hips slowly to pull him deeper into her heat. Her eyes drifted closed, a soft moan spilling from her lips as sensation swept through her again. “If it's dominance you want, there are better ways to go about it.”

 

Her voice was thick and suggestive, and when her eyes opened again, the deepened cobalt gleaming with mischief, he couldn't help but push into her again when he throbbed painfully in expectation. “Is that so,” he drawled out with a long groan.

 

“Mmm hmm,” she replied lazily. Lifting her hips again in invite, she sighed in bliss when he met her unspoken demand. “But only if you're a good puppy.”

 

Sesshomaru blinked and pulled back slightly in shock. Puppy? Did she just call him a puppy? She? She, who was at least eight centuries younger than him? Her playful giggles, of course, told him all he needed to know about that. A game then. “Pray tell, Kagome,” he asked, a low, playful rumble shaking in his chest as he slowly pulled back from her inviting core, “How is it I should go about this being `good'?”

 

Pressing back into her just as slowly as he had pulled away, he watched as she arched under him, trying to pull him deeper still. But he wouldn't give into her demands, not this time, not while she was playing her game. Slowly, painfully slowly, he slipped inch by inch into her wanton core, only to pull back again before sliding any deeper. He smirked at the tiny whimpers she released as he teased her; but eventually, after having his fun, he gave in to her desire and his own and took her fully with his heavy length.

 

“That's…a start,” she panted breathlessly when he had finally come to stop fully sheathed within her. Lifting her hands to his face, she drew him closer. “And this…” she whispered against his lips.

 

Her kiss was tender, so different from the needy, desperate motions from earlier. So soft and delicate, but so filled with passion that she had him loosing sight of the game, only playing along to her desires. With easy motions, he moved with her, together forming a pattern and pace for their exquisite dance. Slowly, rocking against each other as they each tasted the other's passion on their lips.

 

Her legs wrapped around his waist, giving her the freedom and support to keep moving with him as the pace began to change, their motions pulling against each other with more urgency. But through it all, there was the softness, the gentle heat that had soothed over the wild burn. She was pliant and yielding to every shift of his frame, and he just as accommodating to every movement of hers.

 

Only when she had reached her limit did she pull away from his lips, releasing a soft breath as the pulsing waves of her release coursed through her, her body submitting weakly into his hold.

 

He was practically purring in pleasure as he nuzzled softly against the creamy skin of her neck that had been fully revealed to him when her head had dropped back. Though not filled with the fight and fire of their previous coupling; it seemed to him that being good had its benefits after all. She had just unknowingly submitted completely; her body claimed by his, her quivering passage trying to milk him of his own essence in acceptance of his strength, and bearing her neck in a sign of complete trust and ultimate surrender.

 

Of course, that didn't mean he had forgotten her role in all of this. After drawing his tongue along her flushed skin to taste the salty moisture, he pulled away from her neck and brought his lips to her ear. She shivered beneath him, and a slow smirk spread on his lips.

 

“Good?” he asked, his fangs clashing together with an arrogant snap.

 

“No,” she whispered in response. More like wonderful, fantastic, spectacular, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Giggling softly at the low growl of warning that he was beginning to form, she shifted, wiggling her hips to try and pull away from where he had trapped her beneath him.

 

He, however, wasn't about to let her go. His hold on her tightened forcibly, stilling her movements immediately. “Miko…”

 

There was a hidden threat that cut through his tone, and Kagome was quick to cut him off. “You're gonna like it,” she told him, a hint of irritation creeping into her own voice. “Now get off of me before I change my mind.”

 

Lifting a curious brow at the now glaring miko, he just had to ask, “How is it that you can be so bold even now?” Only seconds ago and she had been completely subdued, moments before that practically begging for him to fill her; and now this. Of course, he shouldn't have been surprised after she had forced him back from his more bestial state with her bold actions, but that didn't make it any less confounding. She had absolutely no fear, and she absolutely refused to be dominated. Still, she had said she would give in to him, some warped kind of prize in her own little game.

 

“Oh that,” she laughed in response. “That one's easy.” She sent him a playful wink. “I'm one of a kind.”

 

“Indeed,” he drawled out slowly.

 

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Educate

 

 

For a moment more he let himself linger in her heat, feeling the tight connection so much more clearly now that she was forcing him to break it. Of course, with her being human, it wasn't impossible to separate from her, but that didn't make the very idea of it any less distasteful.

 

“Sesshomaru?”

 

Looking down at her questioning eyes, he released a harsh breath of frustration. Why was he even thinking about this? Had the offer not been so completely enticing, he would have dismissed it completely the moment he realized what she wanted of him. As it was, he was still considering it, even though he knew it was going to hurt like hell to remove himself from her at this moment. She obviously wasn't aware, but it was more than simply his desire to be with her that was keeping him locked tightly within her heated passage.

 

“This will not be pleasant,” he finally replied, his voice tight and locked with a barrier of ice, something to keep his head about him as he prepared to leave behind her soft heat and the soothing caress of her powers after having been immersed in it for so long.

 

“Why?”

 

Her innocent question only served to build on his distaste of this whole situation. Shooting her a glare that was sure to silence any further comments on her behalf, he set his hand firmly on her stomach, holding her down as he ripped himself out of her.

 

She cried out at the painful separation, but his voice rose over hers, this kind of pain intolerable to the beast.

 

He was panting, growling, his features shifting sharply with the powerful currents of energy that had risen up around him; but she couldn't understand. It had hurt when he had left her, but more from the terrible loss of his fire than anything else. But this, the way he was straining, fighting with himself, there was something more to it, something she wasn't seeing.

 

“Sesshomaru?” She called his name softly, pulling herself up so that she could reach out to him.

 

But he stopped her before she could reach him with a sharp warding gesture.

 

“I…I hurt you?” she asked hesitantly.

 

“No.” Shaking his head slowly, he finally managed to lock the rampaging beast back within its restraints. “I did it.”

 

“I don't understand.”

 

He lifted his eyes to hers, seeing the concern that reflected in the shinning sapphire, and he nodded in understanding. “I know.”

 

Reaching his arm out, he called her closer to him. She came without hesitation, but slowly, gingerly, as she was beginning to feel the strain that had been place upon her young body. Once she was at his side, he took her hand in his, guiding it down to wrap around his hardened length. Her touch was timid at first, but as he began applying pressure against her fingers, she gradually relented and took a firm hold of him.

 

Still holding her hand, he guided her to slip hers downwards along his length, helping her to feel the heavy thickness that had collected at its base. A low groan spilled from his lips to feel the pressure against the aching throb, but he pressed onwards, forcing her to continue. Once past the painful swelling, he shifted his hold on her hand, guiding her upwards with the same steady pressure as they had used coming down. She gasped softly when she felt the hard block against her movement, and knowing that she finally understood, he released her.

 

But she didn't pull back from him. Her grip loosening, she continued brushing her hand along his length, gently passing over the thick swelling. “I didn't realize that you really were…” she paused to fight off a giggle. It didn't work very well, and it earned her a growl from her Inu lover. But she only smiled at him, leaning in quickly to give him a quick peck on the lips. “None of that, puppy” she chided him lightly. “I have a treat for you.”

 

She was adding insult to injury, and a fierce snarl ripped out of him. “Miko…” But his words died on his lips, the angry snarl fading away, leaving him staring in muted shock as she spun away from him and dropped down to crawl on her hands and knees, leaving her back end high in the air and her swollen fold completely visible to his lustful gaze. Impossible, he tried to tell himself. She wouldn't, she couldn't…

 

Looking back over her shoulder at the stunned silent youkai, Kagome couldn't help but snicker at the sight of him. Throwing Sesshomaru off his game had easily become her favorite pastime. Even her subjugation spell against his hanyou brother, funny as it was to see Inuyasha get face-planted in the dirt, was nothing compared to the absolute hilarity of seeing the ever-so-proper and composed demon Lord slack-jawed in complete bewilderment.

 

“Well?” she prompted, lifting one of her eyebrows suggestively and adding in a slight waggle of her backside for emphasis, “What are you waiting for?”

 

If her open invitation hadn't been enough, then her mocking words certainly spurred him into action pretty quick. Before she had even registered his movement, he was behind her, his larger frame surrounding hers. A trembling shiver rushed through her body when she felt his weight settle down against her; but it was forgotten completely, a long moan slipping from her lips when his arm wrapped around her, his hand taking a firm hold of left breast as he pulled her tightly against his muscular frame.

 

“Have you any idea what you have just done?”

 

His voice rumbled in her ear, and she blinked hard against the onslaught of foggy pleasure to bring her focus away from the wild rush of this experience. “…No?” she replied hesitantly. Twisting slightly to get a better look at him, she asked, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

 

Yes, it was wrong. It was so utterly and completely wrong. Somewhere he knew this, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. Because she was here, offering herself to him in the proper fashion, allowing him to take control of her, to dominate her, to have her as he should only ever have one he would mate, one he would see heavy with his pups; and he couldn't turn away from it, didn't want to.

 

It didn't matter, he tried to tell himself. She wasn't fertile; her blood had told him as much. It wouldn't matter. She would never know. Of course, he would know; but then he had already forsaken everything to have this time with her, so what did it matter? Why couldn't he have this indulgence, why couldn't he take what she had so freely offered?

 

Feeling his hesitation, Kagome shifted in uncertainty. “We don't have to. I just thought…” She squeaked in shock when his teeth suddenly latched down on her shoulder. But after a second of start, she realized that the pressure he was applying against her was so careful that even the fierce edges of his fangs weren't breaking through her tender skin. When he growled, the vibrations of it danced across her oversensitive flesh, leaving her trembling and breathless beneath him.

 

His reaction surprised him almost as much as it did her. But he wouldn't let her take it back. Not now. A short reprimand to bring her back into line, even though it was one that she would never recognize for what it was. Still, her trembling reaction had been close enough to the whimpered plea that he should have gotten after coming dangerously close to having his fangs sinking into a misbehaving bitch…Except, she wasn't a bitch. He knew this. At least, his mind knew it. The beast, however, was a completely different story; and it was more than pleased with her invitation, and more than happy to take her for all she had to offer, giving her all he had to offer in return.

 

It really was disturbing how completely taken the beast was with this little miko. She wasn't his kind, wasn't his species, wasn't even a remote possibility for the position of his mate. She was human, a miko, everything that was shunned, forbidden, and feared. She was the enemy.

 

And yet, the beast didn't care. Her beauty had captivated it. Her strength enamored it to her. Her soft body a treasure for it to touch and hold. The taste of her lips, her skin, her blood; delicacies it would savor for all time. Her voice, chiming with merriment, thick with passion and desire, hardened by anger; it didn't matter, it was beautiful. And her light, the soothing calm, the radiant burn; it was that which he would forever remember, and forever yearn for.

 

But he would be lying to say that it was only his beast that knew these things, because even in the cool rationality of his mind he could see how truly remarkable she was. And he was not one that would lie to himself.

 

So, for one moment, it didn't matter that it could never be, didn't matter that it never should have been; only that it was, that for this moment, no matter how wrong or how impossible or how much he knew he shouldn't, he would have her, make her his as he had never any other.

 

Pulling back slowly from her shoulder, he let his tight hold on her slip, sliding his hand from where it had cupped her breast to brush along the smooth planes of her stomach, gradually making his way to smooth up her sides in a soft caress that made her shiver. Her back arched into his gentle motions, the graceful display leaving him purring in appreciation as he continued to pull along her skin, reaching his way up slowly to her neck to brush her midnight locks to the side and give him a fully uninhibited view of her back.

 

The fluttering brush of her hair as it fell over her shoulder had her shivering again, but the light trembling of her frame stilled when he leaned down and covered her exposed skin with his chest, sharing his warmth with her and making her sigh in content.

 

His claws raked gently across the exposed skin of her neck, every soft stroke lifting her skin in tingling pleasure. She yielded to it, to him, tilting her head to the side to give him free access to her most vulnerable point without care. Low rumbles of his appreciation shook through her as they were conveyed by the close pressing of his chest against her back, the sensation exquisite and delightful, and she pressed back against him to feel more.

 

“What would make you think of this?” His words were distant, his focus centered on the light petting of his fingers against her skin. He hadn't meant to ask, but once he had, he realized that he really did want to know.

 

Curiously, she stiffened beneath him, and he could feel the change in her heartbeat as it quickened in apprehension.

 

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” she replied hastily.

 

Well now, that caught his attention. Tuning his focus to centre on the nervously shifting miko, he asked, “And why is that?”

 

She laughed, but it was forced and tight with unease. “Let's just say, where I come from, sex isn't exactly as `sacred' as it is here. There are whole books written on the subject, taking detailed accounts of the different methods, positions, and devices.”

 

Strange, he thought, that talk about sex made him more inclined to more talk as opposed to the actual act. But there were just too many things about her statement that had piqued his curiosity. Now, if he couldn't only decide which he was most curious over…

 

Deciding on the most obvious discrepancy, he asked, “And where is it you come from?” He had known she was unusual. Her clothing, her dialect, her mannerisms; they were indisputably foreign. Of course, he had never been given the opportunity to ask, and for the most part it was irrelevant so long as he knew what he most needed to in regards to her position: namely her strengths and weaknesses in battle. But now…

 

“A small island off the mainland,” she replied. Not a lie. “Where English is one of the most prominent languages.” Also, not a lie.

 

“English?”

 

She nodded. “It developed from the languages of the Germanic tribes, mostly Angles and Saxons; but was strongly influenced by the movement of Roman troops and ended up borrowing words from many other languages such as Latin and French.”

 

She was educated. Highly educated, judging by her in-depth knowledge of history and language. Interesting. “I have been to Rome.”

 

She twisted around to look at him over her shoulder. “Really?” She could only imagine what it would have been like to see Rome in its glory days.

 

He nodded slowly, his hand lifting to run his fingers lightly down the side of her face. “You do not have their coloring. Your parentage is from Japan.”

 

Well, shit. So much for the `Distant Land' idea. “It's a long story,” she replied, because, really, 500 years of explanation was a REALLY long story.

 

“Hn,” It was unfortunate that time was so sparse. Such a story he knew he would be able to appreciate. However, he wasn't quite done with his questions. “In these books you have described, what manner of position would they call this?” He shifted against her, applying pressure with his hips against her backside; and the hot blush that instantly rose on her cheeks and the way she had stiffened again in discomfort only made him all the more curious as to the answer.

 

“That's really not important,” she tried.

 

He wasn't buying it. “I beg to differ.”

 

Her blush was so hot she thought her brain would cook, but he just couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. And, really, he should know better! She sighed dejectedly. “……”

 

She had mumbled the words so quietly and indistinctly that even with his advanced hearing he couldn't decipher them. “Perhaps you would try that again, miko.” It wasn't a request.

 

“Arg!” Releasing a rather impressive growl for her human vocal cords, she spit back at him, “Doggy Style, ok? That's what they call it! Now would you quit asking me questions! It's seriously a turn-off!”

 

Not sure if he should be horrified, incensed, or just completely turned-on by her hot temper and her devious use of her rather questionable education to entice him; Sesshomaru decided it would be best to forget the whole of their conversation. Later, he would deal with his newly acquired knowledge. Later…starting with finding any and every scribe that had ever written such a degrading term and referenced it to human copulating and ensuring that they never wrote again.

 

As for the little miko, well, he was about to educate her on how a real dog did it. And that was something she would never find in one of her books.

 

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It Matters

 

Kagome, however, had decided very quickly that this was a terrible idea. She had thought that his dogginess would be pleased with her little display, but it had backfired on her completely. Now, not only was she totally not hot for it, but was seriously pissed off. Though she was somewhat aware that her anger had steamed from being forced to lie to him - well, not lie; but her deceit was close enough to it that she wasn't about to make a distinction - especially considering how open and honest he had been with her, that didn't make it any better.

 

She made an attempt to pull away, but was stopped short when his arm wrapped securely around her chest and pulled her back against him.

 

“Let me go!” She yelled furiously, struggling futilely against his iron hold.

 

“But I am not finished with you yet,” he returned with a low growl.

 

“Well, maybe I'm finished with you!” she spit back.

 

His growl continued rumbling though his chest, not fierce or angry, simply powerful in its strong vibrations, commanding. “You are lying,” he told her with confidence. He had heard the painful waver in her voice as she had tried, unsuccessfully, to choke back her emotions.

 

She sighed and abandoned her struggles. They weren't getting her anywhere anyways. “So what if I am? What's it matter to you?”

 

“It matters.”

 

Yes, she knew. Her being human didn't change the fact that he would never force a female. He had too much honor, too much pride. That was one of the reasons she had so much respect for him, and yet another reason to make her hate herself for being so manipulative.

 

Releasing a heavy breath, she resigned herself to the inevitable. “Let me go,” she whispered; but though her voice was soft, her demand was not one to be disputed.

 

And however reluctant he was to do so, he complied. Releasing his hold on her, he sat back to give her room to raise herself. For a time, she kept her back turned to him. Her arms had wrapped around each other, trying to soothe away the trembling shivers that coursed through her after being denied the heat of his body to warm hers. He shook his head at her foolishness, but even so, he knew that in some way he was partially responsible for whatever was causing her distress. So, after releasing a heavy breath, he took hold of one of the soft fur blankets that were spread out on the bed beneath them and lifted it to drape over her trembling shoulders.

 

Her breath hitched when she felt the weight of it against her skin, but once she realized what it was, she relaxed into the gentle warmth it offered her. “Thank you,” she whispered meekly.

 

Slowly, she began to turn towards him. When her eyes finally met his, her confusion and uncertainty were clear. But it was strange. He had thought she was trying to tell him it was over, thought that after it all, after he had actually convinced himself to take the final step, that she was going to deny him. But it wasn't hesitation, wasn't understanding of what was to come next, wasn't anything he had expected to find. She was…afraid.

 

“I lied to you.” Her eyes were downcast as she whispered her confession, like she feared to see his reproach. She shook her head slowly. “I lie to everyone. I'm not who you think I am.” Finally forcing herself to meet his gaze fully, she paused for a moment to take a deep, steadying breath before continuing. “I need your word that what I tell you here you will never repeat and will never try to use against me, because I know that you would never go back on it, and I can not tell you without it.”

 

Had she lied? He hadn't detected one. She was far too easy to read, so how could she have lied without him knowing? And if she had, what could she possibly be hiding that would affect her so strongly? Why was this so important to her?

 

“Secrets are dangerous things,” he answered slowly, “For they never stay secret for long.”

 

Nodding in understanding, she replied, “I know. But that's the problem. Because of what I know, I am a danger not just to the people I know and love, but to everyone, past, present, and future.”

 

She wasn't making any sense, but he could tell that she wouldn't say anything more without his word he wouldn't use what she told him to his advantage. The position she put him in wasn't at all appreciated, but her cryptic comments were as much a puzzle as she was, and he found himself reluctantly agreeing to her terms. “Very well, miko. Your secret shall never be revealed by this Sesshomaru.”

 

Her lips lifted in a trembling smile of gratitude, but it was only visible for an instant before she succumbed again to the heavy burden of her secret life. “I am the Miko of the Shikon. The Jewel is my curse. Born within me, I was to be its temple.” Pulling the soft fur covering away from her right side, she revealed to him the silver scar just above her hip where the Shikon had been torn from her body. “My failure.” She hated to look at the scar. Every time she saw it or felt it, she was reminded all over again of her shame.

 

Pulling the covering back and hugging it closely to her body, she shook her head slowly and sighed. “But you know all this. What you don't know is that were it not for me, the Jewel would have been erased from your history. I brought it back with me, unknowingly, but the result was the same. Every time I return here, I am changing the timeline. Sometimes in small ways, but sometimes the damage is monumental.”

 

There was that look again; his confusion, but she couldn't find the humor in it at the moment. “500 years from now, I will be born. I will be raised in the world of the future, not knowing anything of magic or demons or the Shikon. I will fall to its curse, bring a demon back to life unintentionally with its magic; and it will pull me down an enchanted well to land here, in this world of the past.

 

“500 years of history, of life and death, battles and wars, advancements, technology, science; I have access to all of that knowledge. I am not some oracle with foggy visions of a future not quite real and not quite determined; but a living, breathing, embodiment of that future and all of its progress. They say knowledge is power, and in this time, if any creature were to gain the knowledge I possess, they would become the most powerful being on the planet.”

 

Well…that explained…a lot. Of course, it also made him curse himself for being so quick to give her his word on the matter. The possibilities that such knowledge would create were endless, but he was bound by his word and his honor to never seek to use it for his benefit. Strangely enough, it didn't really bother him all that much. The very fact that she had told him, even knowing full well the possible consequences of such knowledge falling into the wrong hands, seemed to take precedence over his inability to act on it.

 

“Why would you tell me this?” He couldn't help but wonder. Why, if she knew how dangerous it was? Why would it mean so much to her that she would take the risk?

 

“Because,” she answered slowly, “Because it's the truth of what I am. And you're right. It does matter. It matters to me. You've shared so much with me tonight, and I lied to you. It was shameful, disgraceful, and I couldn't stand it any longer.” Her lips twisted into an ironic smirk. “If you weren't so bloody honorable all the time, then it never would have come to this.”

 

It was a sad attempt at humor, but he indulged her it. “You would have me be less honorable?” he asked slyly as he moved closer to her, reaching out before she could protest and pulling her fluidly into his embrace.

 

She offered no resistance, melting into his hold with a soft sigh. “It would make it easier to hate you,” she whispered in response.

 

Leaning down to her, he brushed his cheek against hers. “Do you want to hate me?”

 

“No,” she breathed out as she gave herself over to the soft caress. “You're too sweet.” He pulled back slightly, and the way he had lifted a brow curiously over her statement made her giggle. “And it's really cute when you do that,” she added with glee.

 

“Hn,” he responded vaguely. “And what about this?” he asked her in a seductive whisper just before his lips covered hers in a slow, passionate kiss.

 

“That…” she told him breathlessly when he finally pulled back, “That is what makes you so dangerous.” Because it was that, that unbelievable passion that burned in his kiss, that which made her feel things deeper and stronger than she ever had; that to which she could loose everything, her reason, her will, and even her heart.

 

“Do you fear me?” His voice was hushed, like it carried some kind of secret between them.

 

“No.” She answered just as softly. “I fear myself.”

 

He lifted his hand to brush it gently along the side of her face. “Would you regret?”

 

She shook her head. “Never.”

 

“Then ask me again.” His fingers trailed over her lips, feeling the soft curves as she molded them to her words.

 

She smiled as she whispered the words, “What are you waiting for?”

 

And he smiled back, because he had found the answer in her eyes. “Nothing.”

 

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Again

 

Leaning into her, he took her lips in a chaste kiss before telling her softly, “Turn around.”

 

She shifted back from him a little, but didn't turn right away. Drawing her lip between her teeth in a nervous gesture, she lifted herself fully to her knees. Taking in a deep breath and holding it there, she let the fur blanket covering her fall away, leaving her bare to his eyes. It wasn't the cold that made her tremble as she watched his eyes move slowly down the length of her body; but when his eyes finally lifted to hers again and she saw the crimson fires bleeding in to the piercing gold, the breath she had been holding left her in a shuddering release.

 

Hungry: that was the only way to describe the way he looked at her, like he would devour the very sight of her. It was exhilarating, as everything was with him, something just that much more than she had ever known. That he could want her so, the demon that he was finding something so irresistible about her; it made her feel powerful. But he would make her weak as well, and that was just as incredible. Because when she was with him, she knew she didn't have to fear, didn't have to be strong, because he was strong enough for the both of them.

 

Offering him a small, timid smile, she finally did as she was bid. Once she had turned, he moved closer to her, his arm wrapping around her chest and guiding her gently to lower herself down. She responded easily to his unspoken demands, holding her weight on her own hands for the time he needed to slip his hand lower and reposition her legs to give him full access to her hot centre from behind.

 

She was nervous, he knew, it carried to him in her scent as well as the uneven pattern of her breaths. But she had nothing to fear from him, and he told her this without words in the soft, soothing vibrations that thrummed in his chest.

 

Once she was ready and he was settled comfortably behind her, he let his hand slip up over her back, taking the time again to clear away her tussled hair and brush it over her shoulder so that nothing could come between the heat of their bodies. He leaned into her then, covering her back with his chest and wrapping his arm securely around hers. She fit to him perfectly, her soft curves and smaller frame molding to his as though she had been made to fit against him.

 

Perfect. Almost…

 

“Would you let me have you this way, Kagome?” His words whispered in her ear at the same time as he pressed against her centre with the tip of his arousal.

 

She moaned softly. “Yes.”

 

“Say my name.”

 

“Sesshomaru.”

 

He growled deeply in satisfaction, and she shuddered as the vibration shook through her. “Say it again.”

 

“Sesshomaru,” she said through a grin.

 

A low groan broke through the vibrations of his pleasured growl when he finally allowed himself to push forwards against her. She was still so wet, and in the time they had been apart she had relaxed, making his passage easy as he slipped into her slick heat. The throaty moan she released only made the experience that much more gratifying, and with the steady pressure he was applying, soon he was surrounded completely with her glorious heat once more.

 

He paused for a moment when she clamped down around him, the pressure a thankful relief against the painful throb of his need. Burying his nose in the soft curve of her neck, he breathed in deeply, letting her scent fill his senses.

 

“So hot,” he murmured against her skin.

 

Her only response was a short cry as he pulled back slightly from her and thrust forwards again, finding a place even deeper within her to settle himself. He groaned deeply when he felt her tremble around him, short spasms of muscles that fought between constricting to contain him and relaxing to give him more room to move.

 

Slowly at first, he began moving against her, keeping her body held flush to his own, savoring the feeling of her skin against his, the perfect molding of their two forms. But with every stroke, with every impact within her and every painful pulse as he shifted to pull back; his pace increased, his control slipping as his need grew.

 

With his strength holding her, his will guiding her movements, she submitted fully to his passion. She could feel it in every thrust, hear it every time his chest would shake with the low vibrations of his pleasure; and as the heat of the fires grew, burning hotter, filling her with more and more of his heat, she knew it as well as she knew herself. She was lost to it, but happy to be so.

 

Her voice called out every time he would fill her, singing to him of her rapture; and when she had no breath to tell him of her pleasure, then it was her body that spoke for her, her scent that carried the immensity of her satisfaction, the hot spiced that would drip from her core to cover him with her slickness and allow him to move more freely within her, and in the way that she would hold him within her even though it was futile as he would always pull back again.

 

When her cries and moans of pleasure began to shorten as her breathing grew erratic and her body began to stiffen beneath him against the strain of her coming release; he used his hold on her to lift her body with his. Keeping her tight against his chest, he brought her to new limits as his hips thrust strongly upwards to enter her dripping core. She screamed, overcome by sensation, but he didn't slow. His pace was strong and steady, driving into her again and again even through the chaotic clenching of her muscles and the searing heat of her release as it washed over him.

 

His mind clouded by the heat, the pressure, the friction, and the endless burn; the moment of clarity that came to him in a sudden rush of ripping pain was the breaking point for him. Feeling was magnified a hundred fold. Sensations that had only been felt become something known, so vividly clear they were impossible. In that instant, he was both of one mind and two, his rational mind brought out by the rip of pain experiencing the sensations that the greedy beast within him would have for itself.

 

It was beyond ecstasy, beyond pleasure, beyond feeling; so overwhelming that he hardly recognized his own voice as it howled out over his release.

 

He was holding her so tightly she could do nothing but tremble and whimper against him as she was filled from within with his burning essence. It was like lava in the heat of a firestorm, the flowing liquid searing everything it touched, igniting it into a new rage of wild flames. So impossibly hot, and yet she could feel herself taking it in, her body drawing against him, pulling more and more into herself.

 

His low growl broke through her clouded mind, and she gasped when she recognized his warning. But with no voice left to her, all she could do was whimper in apology as she tried to focus enough to bring her flaring energies back under her control.

 

The pain had past, but still he could feel her magic at work, feel the surging of his own to take over where hers had marked him. But he wasn't angry. Her lapse had given him an experience he couldn't even begin to fathom, and he was beyond grateful for it. Even now, his reactions were groggy with euphoria; but still his mind was sharp, clear of the relentless burn that would otherwise have taken him over in the drive of taking a mate.

 

Hearing her tiny whimpers of distress, he focused his attention on soothing the little miko. Dipping his head down to her neck, he nuzzled her gently, brushing away the trembles shaking through her with gentle strokes against her skin. “Are you hurt?” he asked her quietly.

 

She drew in a shaky breath, letting it out slowly as she tried to relax into his soft caress. “I…No. I don't think so. It's just…just…”

 

Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and though her stutterings were nonsensical, he understood. Shifting his hold on her carefully, he brought his hand down to cover her stomach. “It burns.” She nodded weakly, stifling another soft whimper.

 

The little priestess was hurting. No matter how much he could convince her body to accept him, her blood was something else entirely. And it was her blood, the sacred energies that flowed so strongly within it, that was repelling her, forcing her to feel the painful burn of his essence. But he couldn't see it for that. The very fact that she was still yielding and submissive in his hold had him pulsing again in desire. He shouldn't, he knew, he shouldn't try to push her for more when it pained her like this; but also knew that she could handle it. She was so strong. She was more than capable, more than worthy.

 

Shifting carefully, mindful not to let her slip away from him now that she was so wet with both of their pleasure and he wasn't as tightly swollen within her, he began to lower her down to the bedding again.

 

She let him move her, her body and mind so flooded with exhaustion she couldn't resist if she wanted to. She released a long, tired sigh when her had her lift her arms so that she could rest her head against them and relax into the soft comfort of the bed; but she was pulled back abruptly when she felt him lift himself behind her, tilting the connection between them to a new angle that sent a new jolt of shivering pleasure to shake through her.

 

Her eyes drew wide in shock. “Again?” she asked in open disbelief.

 

Behind her, Sesshomaru chuckled darkly. “I could keep this up for days. Would you quit on me so soon, little miko?”

 

“I…” Her words were cut off with a long, drawn-out moan as he pushed into her, the motion so slow and deliberately enticing that she really couldn't object. Her exhaustion forgotten, the painful stiffness of her overtaxed body nothing but a distant throb in the face of such pleasure, she shook her head slowly where it rested against her arms. “No,” she breathed out, “Not yet.”

 

His hand smoothed over the graceful curve of her back, finally coming to rest against her right shoulder. Taking a firm hold of it to keep himself steady as he lifted himself into a low crouch behind her, he paused only for a moment to burn the image of her there beneath him into his memory. Her midnight hair fanning out around her, he skin so flushed with her passion that a light layer of moisture had settled upon it leaving her literally glowing as the firelight caught and reflected off every soft curve, her lips pinked with the heavy flow of blood running through them parted slightly as she drew in her heavy breaths, and her eyes closed in the picture of serenity.

 

She was an angel fallen to earth, and he the devil that had taken her innocence. But he wouldn't regret, he couldn't. So again he let himself fall into the sin that had been his blessing, and again he let himself feel as he never should and never would again.

 

Because here, now, for this instant in time, she was his, and he was hers.

 

One last time, they joined together in the act that had given them both more than they had ever thought possible. One last time passion's fire was allowed its ruling over them. They fell into its embrace as they had each others. The driving need gone from them, it was only the desire to share what they both knew would be the last moment that kept them going, but which made them both yearn for just one moment more.

 

He had been holding back, had been giving her only enough to bring her pleasure, to make her voice sing to him as it would so sweetly in her rapture and her body quiver around him as he pushed into her glorious heat. But even he could not hold back forever, and when she had come so close that there simply was no pulling back, he finally relented, finally let himself go, let the wash of the fire's heat take him over the edge once more.

 

And she fell with him, her release shaking through her and leaving her breathless as again her body took him in completely with strong pulls from within, and again she felt the burning flow of his heat within her. She sobbed quietly, not in pain, the painful heat meant nothing; but in sheer bliss that simply had no expression but which couldn't be contained.

 

She was shaking, her body so spent with exhaustion that she barely had the strength to hold herself up. But his strength would serve them both, and he carefully collected her petite frame to his own, maneuvering her with him to lie back against the soft bedding.

 

Finally able to relax, she sighed in contentment. He was still inside of her, but she was glad; glad that she would fall asleep knowing her was with her, and happy because she could feel the tight, possessive hold that he had wrapped around her and she couldn't remember a time in her life when she had felt so completely safe and secure.

 

She didn't let herself think of what morning would bring, didn't let herself know anything beyond the peace and comfort she had found in the arms of her demon lover. And so she drifted, happily and contentedly, away from wakefulness as she was drawn without contest into her body's demands for rest.

 

For a long time after she had fallen asleep, he remained awake, just watching her; the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breath, the soft look of serenity etched in her features, he took it all in. Her scent surrounded him, hers mingled so perfectly with his own that he was certain he would never find another scent that filled him with such contentment. And the feeling of her nestled so securely in his embrace, her fragile body given over to him in complete trust, letting it be his strength not just to hold her, not just to keep her warm and safe; how he wished it could last forever.

 

But he knew better, knew that even if forever could be theirs, they would never find it together. Still, it had been a night full of indulgences that should never have been, so he allowed himself one last indulgence, one last moment to have what he never would, never could, and never should.

 

He closed his eyes, letting himself drift in contented bliss with the knowledge that he held his mate with him.

 

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Ok, that was, by far, the longest scene I have ever written. The thing just refused to come to an end! I mean, five chapters? That's terrible! I think I need to go throttle my hentai muse, because she deserves to be punished for putting me through that kind of torture. Of course, she would probably enjoy whatever punishment I could conjure up, so the whole point of it would be lost, but still! Damn!

 

Hehe, anyways, now that my rant is over, I can take a moment to explain a few things. I left the chapter separations in because they also indicate the different times I sat down to work at this scene, so each one has a different feel to it depending on how I was feeling on that particular day. Hopefully, they all flow together even though they are each slightly different from each other. I was having…issues with the whole of this story. I mean, I keep flip-flopping between this sugary sweetness and a kind of primal urgency, and I just couldn't seem to find the right mix.

 

And then there was Sesshomaru. You know, no matter how many times I write his character, he is still the most stubborn and impossible character to get right. It is so hard to resist the urge to make him softer when you're trying to put him in a situation that requires it. So, I compromised to get past this little dilemma by implying it is his instincts, his `beast' that would be soft, while his rationality, the `ice' would be what makes him harder. I hope I got it across right because it is necessary for the plot - and yes, there really is a plot to this story…or at least there's supposed to be if I can ever get my head out of the gutter long enough to get around to it!

 

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed yourselves....and maybe your partners too (I think I raped mine at least five times during the writing of it XD)

 

Later Days

 

Shadow