InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ Just for You ( Chapter 26 )

Just for You

 

 

Her lips trembled against his as he leaned in to capture them in a kiss filled with appreciation and deep with unnamed emotion. She melted against him as he wrapped his arms around her again, and he took her into his hold, lifting her delicate frame fluidly against the strength of his as he carried her to the bedding. She was so tired, her responses so lagged by her exhaustion; but even so she clung to him, using what little strength she had left in her arms to lift them round his neck and pull him even closer.

 

She whimpered in loss when he pulled his lips away from hers, but he only shushed her gently as he carefully laid her down upon the soft furs.

 

“Hush now, my little priestess. Rest, and regain your strength.”

 

He moved to pull back from her, but even with heavy limbs she reached out to him again. “Sesshomaru…” Such need sounded in her trembling voice. She hadn't the strength to make him stay, but she couldn't stand the thought that he would leave. “Please…stay.”

 

He knew he shouldn't, especially after what he had allowed the others to see of their connection. To stay with her now would only serve to raise suspicions beyond doubts. He knew he shouldn't, but to hear her tiny plea, to know that in her weakness it was to him that she looked to for strength and comfort; and he could no longer deny his need to be her support, to give her the care that he should his mate when she afraid and hurting.

 

Only a few short days ago, and he would have seen such a thing as a weakness, a soft-hearted expression that served no purpose and brought with it no gains. But here, now, with her, he realized that he had never truly known strength until he had held her in her weakness. Because it was in those moments, when she gave herself over so completely and so much in trust of his care, that he knew without a doubt how strong he could be.

 

“For you, Kagome,” he told her softly, pulling away his armor and swords so that he could move to rest above her without barriers to their closeness. “Just for you.”

 

She whimpered again when his lips touched her, but this time in relief, the soft sound making his chest light as it flooded with soothing heat. But she was so tired; he knew it every breath that she labored to draw in, and in every motion as she forced her lagging limbs to respond to needs greater than that for rest.

 

He understood. She wanted, needed, but hadn't the strength. So his would serve them both. With gentle motions he moved against her, his lips caressing hers as his hands slipped over her soft curves. She didn't arch against him, didn't return the pleasure of touch. She couldn't. But it was alright, because this was for her.

 

His hand had threaded its way past the final layer of her clothing, massaging against the tender mound of her breast. Her lips left his as she sighed out her pleasure, and he used her distraction to trail light kisses down the soft curve of her neck. Her head settled back against the bedding, giving herself over to the sensations he would create for her even when she was beyond giving them herself. But to hear her soft sighs of pleasure, to have her body his to touch and taste and know as he had no other, it was more than enough.

 

No fire burned in his touch. No coursing powers or hungry abandon. No carnal needs or selfish desires. It was simply touch; soft, caressing, adoring, soothing her with his tender care, causing her to drift in the lull of soft pleasure that would carry her back to her much needed rest.

 

But no matter how much it was for her, no matter how much he wanted to be able to soothe her and bring her this pleasure; for every tender touch, every soft sigh that left her lips, and every brush of his lips against the sweetness of her skin, he found himself purring in unmatched pleasure of his own. The heat that he was lifting to spread across her skin in pulsing waves settled within him as well, captivatingly sweet and even more addictive than the driving burn of desire that had first brought them together. Because though he desired her in a way that transcended anything he had ever known, it was deeper than any pleasure of the flesh, stronger than any call of lustful fever. Just to know that it was from his touch she would be granted her pleasure, and by his presence she would be soothed and comforted; was far more gratifying than anything he had ever known.

 

Not with hunger or need did his mouth wrap around the tender peak of her breast, but only to suckle at it gently until she would sigh in pleasured bliss, and to hear her breath hitch when he pulled against it so delicately with the sharp points of his fangs. So soft, so gentle; his devotion to her conveyed with every stroke of his lips and tongue and every bush of his hands against her tender skin.

 

But he would give her more. Though not enough, never enough, he would give her his appreciation and have her take it as her pleasure. Finally pulling away from his gentle teasing of her breasts, he began to move lower, his hands sliding against her warm body as his lips trailed hot kisses down the planes of her stomach. She moaned softly, understanding what was coming, and the sound only made his pleasure grow, giving more fuel to his desire to give her more.

 

With careful pressure, he helped her to lift her legs, spreading them apart so that he might settle between them. Her responses were lagged, as she remained caught somewhere between dreams and wakefulness, but still she responded for him, moving with him slowly as he would have her do. She was so weak, so fragile, so completely breakable; the knowledge leaving his hands shaking to know that he could so easily bring harm to this delicate flower, but unable to stop himself from feeling more of her skin, touching every part of her as she gave herself over to him so completely in her surrender.

 

He closed his eyes to the sight of her treasure as it was opened to him, knowing that to see it would be a temptation simply too sweet to ignore. And he wanted to take his time with her, savor this moment for all of its worth. Brushing his cheek against the smooth skin of her inner thigh, he traced his way closer, using only the calling of her divine scent to direct him as his lips dragged hot paths against her. She shivered beneath him, and his arm tightened around where he held her leg, though to keep her still or out of appreciation he wasn't sure. It didn't matter anyways. Thought just had no purpose in this, because he was ruled by things so much more powerful.

 

So close. Her scent became all he knew as his nose finally brushed against the swollen mounds of tender skin. So close. His panting breaths flowed over her delicate lips as he fought the urge to simply devour her. Slowly. Gently. For her. And he opened his mouth to set it against her, drawing from her a short cry of elation when his tongue swept out to drag over her opening.

 

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A part of her was awoken by the trembling surge of pleasure that shot through her when she felt his mouth begin moving against her, a small amount of clarity apart from the fog that had clouded her worn senses. Though all along she had known his touch, felt the loving care with which he touched her, she had been drifting in the pleasure, never quite able to take focus as her tired mind and body could only allow her to feel.

 

But when the heat of his mouth had touched her, when she had known the dragging pressure and welcomed penetration of his tongue; the deep tremor that shook through her from a tight clenching within had awoken deeper part of her mind, one that knew only this feeling only he had ever given her. Of desperate need and painful longing; desire course through her. Desire for him, for his touch, his passion. She yearned for it as nothing else she had ever known.

 

Need compelled her to lift her hips against him, to draw him closer, deeper, to feel more of him with her. But he pushed her back, using only his mouth as he pushed strongly into her with his tongue so that her support buckled when another tremor ran though her. He held her there, his hands sliding up her sides until he could pull down on her hips, keeping her steady, preventing her from lifting up against his torturously slow motions against her centre.

 

She whimpered softly to him, begging him to give her what she needed. And when he answered, thrusting into her so deeply, she cried out in rapture; only to gasp in ecstasy as he pulled out of her and allowed his tongue to drag in a fluttering stroke against her swelling bud before he plunged back deeply again.

 

She was in heaven, beyond it. He knew her every need, every desire; and he brought her above all of them as he held her and made her feel his passion. She was so lost to it, to him, she hardly recognized her own voice as it called out to him, hardly knew the pressure building within her that would soon peak and have her tumbling down from this incredible high. But it didn't matter, because she knew that he was there to catch her, and she knew that he would never let her take the fall.

 

She whimpered softly when she knew she had reached her limit, part of her not wanting to let go, but another urging her so strongly to fall into the abyss of endless pleasure beyond it simply could not be ignored. Crying out, her voice was lost to her ears as she was overtaken by the pulsing surges of heat so powerful they left her deaf and blind, numb to any feeling but that which carried to her on those molten waves of burning passion that left her shuddering in their wake.

 

When she finally returned from her breathtaking high, the first thing she felt was him, the vibrating pulses escaping his throat as he drove his tongue deeply into her slick heat to take from her the hotly flowing nectar he had drawn from her core. Breathing deeply, trying to calm the racing of her heart in her chest, she melted into his deep, penetrating hunger that soothed away the aching throb and washed away the burning heat.

 

But it was too much, and not enough, Every time he would brush against her painfully swollen bud of nerves, her body responded of its own accord, lifting her hips to direct him lower, to have him fill her. But even when he did, pressing into her deeply with his tongue and drawing out her flowing juices, still it wasn't enough.

 

“Sess…Sesshomaru…” She panted his name, breathless, her mind and body still lost to sensation, aware only enough to know that he was with her and that she wanted, needed, more of him. Reaching out to him with trembling arms, a deep, throaty moan left her when she felt the heaviness of his body as it drew up to settle atop of hers.

 

She lifted her hips to him, thoughtlessly inviting him to settle down into her heat, to fill her as only he could.

 

“No, Kagome.” His voice was so distant to her clouded mind, but she felt it when he took hold of her reaching hands, lifting them to his mouth and gently kissing her fingers. He shook his head slowly. “Just for you.”

 

By his words the heart that had beat so strongly in her chest seemed to still. Even in her clouded mind so fogged with sleep and hazy pleasure, she understood what they meant. He was leaving. But though she knew, as he did, that she simply couldn't, that she didn't have the energy to move let alone be with him as she so wanted to be; she couldn't bear the thought of him leaving, of not knowing his calming presence or the exquisite pleasure of his touch.

 

“Please,” she whimpered softly, using all her strength to lift her hips against his again. “Let me feel you again. Just once. Just for a moment.”

 

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His desire for her was painful, held back for so long without any way to appease it. Their time in the hot springs had only been a tease when he knew he could have taken so much more. When she had contested the rights to carry his favor, even in her victory, still he could show her none. He had felt the electric burn of her powers, known her tender touch when she gave him back his arm; but even in that he was forced to hold back, forced to conceal how deeply his desire for her spread. Always so close, and yet so far.

 

And now that he finally had her alone, even as he strained to hold back his urges, knowing that she hadn't the strength to protect herself from him should his control slip even for an instant; she would tempt him even further. He couldn't deny her; but he knew that if he gave in to her pleas, if he let himself fall into her siren call, he wouldn't be able to hold back, wouldn't be able to stop.

 

“Please Sesshomaru…”

 

Hearing the need in her voice, the desperate longing as she called his name, begging him to fill her, to join with her as for so long he had been aching to do; it shattered his resolve to hold himself back. He couldn't deny her like that, couldn't deny himself any longer.

 

A fierce growl ripped in his chest as he reached down to remove the barrier of his clothing. No matter how much he fought to contain it, the beast was breaking free of its restraints, demanding it have its time with its mate. All of his gentle motions and tender care were lost in an instant when he, blinded by his need and surging desires, forced his way into the blazing heat of her core.

 

She cried out in start, her body responding on instinct alone, her arms and legs wrapping around him to hold him steady against her. Tight, so unbearably tight. He had to move against it. He pulled back, only to push forwards forcefully, burying himself within her as deeply as possible. She cried out again, trembling against him, around him; and he growled deeply in mindless ecstasy. So hot, so tight, so perfectly inviting. He wanted more, needed more.

 

Stop!! Before he was given the chance to comply with the burning of his body that urged him onwards, the sharp protest screaming across his mind broke through the haze of desire. Taking in a sharp breath, any pleasure he might have taken in her was ripped away when he realized what he had done.

 

She was clinging to him, her face buried against his neck; but even so he could smell the bitter sweetness of her tears. His arm wrapped around her back protectively, holding her still so that he couldn't shift against her.

 

“I hurt you.” It was a question, a statement, and an apology in one. He had known how weak she was, known she couldn't take it, known how powerful his desire for her was that he wouldn't be able to hold back from his primal urges. How could he have let himself go so easily? Why hadn't he shown more restraint?

 

“N..no.” She tried to deny it, but even her words caught on a muffled sob. “Please…don't stop.”

 

“Kagome…” Pulling back from her only enough so that he could see her face, he lifted his hand to brush against the hot moisture staining her cheeks. “I am hurting you.”

 

But she only brought her own hand up to cover his, holding it against her cheek as she shook her head. “It's nothing.”

 

“Nothing?” How could she say that? “You cry for nothing?”

 

A trembling smile lifted on her lips. “Yes,” she whispered brokenly, but then shook her head. “No.” She drew in a shuddering breath, and more tears fell from her eyes. She looked away. “Oh, Sesshomaru, I don't know.”

 

He couldn't understand. She was hurt, and yet she wasn't. She was in pain, and yet he realized it wasn't any kind of physical pain. And for the first time in his life, he found that he didn't know what to do.

 

But there was one thing he knew unquestionably: he couldn't bear to see her like this. Whatever pain she felt in this moment, his was by far the greater. Because he knew that it was his doing that had brought her to this, and he couldn't stand it. But he knew as well that if he was the one that had caused her pain, that he would be the one to ease it again.

 

He had no words to offer her, wouldn't know what to say even if he did. But even though he didn't know the cause, he knew he could make her forget.

 

“No more pain,” he whispered as he began moving against her, his motions deliberate and forced to be slow. “No more fear.” Her sobs were being curbed by the heaviness of her breathing as he stimulated her body to cloud her mind with hazy pleasure. “No more crying.” He kissed away the shimmering paths of her tears, never slowing, never stopping to give her a felling other than him moving against her, within her, making her feel nothing but pleasure. “You are safe, Kagome, safe with me. Let me take your pain away, make you forget.”

 

“Sesshomaru…I…” Her words were strained, and he knew she was fighting something. But she didn't need to fight when she was with him, didn't need to be strong. Because so long as she was with him, he would protect her.

 

He silenced her words with a kiss deep with passion; coaxing her expertly to abandon her struggles, to forget her battles, to simply feel and know the pleasure only he could give her. His pace quickened, always deep and penetrating, filling her completely with every thrust, but never giving her the time to adjust to one incredible sensation before he would give her more.

 

Her peak came and went, and still he continued thrusting into her decedent heat. His own need was fed by her cries of rapture, every stroke bringing him higher as he carried her with him, never slowing, never letting her come down from the soaring high. She was so pliant and yielding to his every unspoken command, his control over her complete; but hers over him as well. No matter how much he tried to ignore the calling of his own need, fought against the feeling of being buried within her, having her body his to command and control, his to take for his pleasure; he couldn't.

 

She was his sin, what would be his undoing; but by the gods he wanted her. So for whatever pleasure he could give her, it would be his as well. He couldn't stop it, didn't want to. She was lost to him as he was to her, and it was beyond pleasure. It was deeper, more consuming than lust, more compelling than desire.

 

If only it could last forever…

 

But all things must end. Even holding back, holding on, trying to deny it; and still they must end.

 

His release was so powerful it felt as though he had been ripped in two. His voice lifted, hammering against the rock walls of their shelter; but all he heard was her shrill scream that echoed in his sensitive ears.

 

Panting harshly to regain his breath, he fell over her, burying his nose against her neck to taste her and sense her body's recovery. Sweat glistened against her soft skin, making her sweetness that much more delightful, and he was left purring in bliss in his hazy aftermath. The wild beating of her heart was fading rapidly, her pulse point becoming fait as her over-worked body was shutting down to preserve what little strength she had left. But no lasting injury marred the beauty of her scent, and he knew that sleep had finally claimed his little miko.

 

Lingering a moment more, he just breathed her in. If all his life he could only know one scent, he knew it would be hers.

 

But life…Life was waiting for them just outside of these protective walls. Though he had shut it out, the world still turned beyond his barriers. He knew he couldn't stay. One last time he tasted her skin with his lips, and then with painful slowness, pulled out of her sinful heat.

 

He made sure to cover her fragile body with a heavy blanket to keep her warm before he left her to her rest. Gathering his clothing and weaponry, he waited until he was well away from her before burning away the evidence of their passion with a strong surge of his demon fires. He had nearly made it to the exit when he stopped, turning back to look at her just once more.

 

He knew what waited for him out there. He knew that no matter what he said, no matter what they had seen, there would still be those that would question what he had done; question him, question her. He could handle it. He had been handling it for hundreds of years. But she…

 

A pulsing heat from his side drew his attention to the fang that spoke to souls. “Tenseiga…” He didn't hesitate to draw it. He had seen his father's fangs protect her before. He held the blade aloft, conveying his order to it. “Keep her safe.” And with that, he embedded the blade deeply into the rock floor of his mountain keep.

 

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She was just on the cusp of sleep, her body already unresponsive, but her mind still moving with groggy awareness.

 

“Sesshomaru…”

 

She whispered his name, even knowing that he had moved beyond the barrier that would now hold them apart. He couldn't hear her anymore, she knew it; and it was only then that she finally managed to find the words she had wanted so desperately to tell him.

 

“…I love you.”

 

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I can now happily say that this story has won first place for Best Lemonfic in the Dokuga Awards. And look *-points to chapter-* another lemon! Lol, though, I have to say, that writing lemons, though always an interesting experience, is much easier when you're just writing sex as opposed to love making. This chapter, though beyond frustrating at times, went pretty much as planned, and I'm hoping that it was just as moving for all of you as it was for me when I found the idea.

 

Well, I'm off then. Cheers all.

 

Shadow