InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ Stay ( Chapter 35 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Stay
 
 
“Sesshomaru.” Kagome giggled lightly as she squirmed beneath her youkai lover. Though she would have been more than happy to become lost in his passion all over again… “You're ruining my dress.”
 
Grunting unsympathetically, Sesshomaru replied simply, “Then I will buy you another,” before he leaned in to capture her sweet lips again.
 
Kagome turned her head to avoid the contact, only to be thrown into another light bout of giggles when instead of finding her lips he had taken to kissing and licking across her cheek and down her neck.
 
“Stop that, puppy,” she chided him with playful swats against his chest. “You may not care what happens to your clothes, but I do. Speaking of which…” Stilling in contemplation, Kagome spared a look down her side to catch a glimpse of Sesshomaru's very naked body lying on top of her. She bit her lip eagerly at the sight of so many grabable places sculpted perfectly with hard muscle and flawless skin. When she spoke again, her voice was deep with appreciation. “Where are your clothes?”
 
“It is more effective to bathe,” he replied slowly, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to drag fully up the length of her neck. He finish with a seductive whisper in her ear, “When one is naked.”
 
A coursing shiver ran through Kagome's body, a sleeping fire in her veins ignited by only the sound of his voice. She breathed it in, feeling the cool air wash across the heat of the burn to leave her skin tingling in absolute awareness of her senses.
 
“True.” Her hand lifted to run down his side, feeling skin on skin and creating heat in the friction of her touch. “But then, wouldn't your bath be more enjoyable if I were naked as well?” Above her, Sesshomaru released a long groan, his body pressing down against hers to increase their contact; and Kagome smiled her victory. “Now, up you get, puppy, before I have to go tell Auria that you ruined all her hard work…”
 
Her voice had trailed off as her thoughts drifted, and Sesshomaru knew that any consummation of their vows had just been postponed.
 
“What happened back there, Sesshomaru?”
 
She asked the question Sesshomaru had predicted was coming. He began lifting himself to stand, offering her hand to help her do the same. “Auria is well, and having her first taste of real command. And Mesudoku…” His smirk was wicked as he pulled Kagome against him, tilting her off balance from her just-attained vertical stance and eliciting a tiny squeak of surprise. “She will be licking her wounds for some time to come, I would imagine.”
 
It wasn't only wounds of the flesh that he referred to, but more of her wounded pride from having her position taken and her son choose a mate she did not approve of. But he never did care what others thought about him, not really. He cared for his position and what it meant to his people, and would never allow anything to tarnish that. But in fighting for his miko in open contest, in defeating his opposition, he had won the rights to call her his that now were beyond contestation.
 
“Oh you!” Kagome swatted playfully at the Inu holding her again, trying her best to contain the giggles rising up in her. He was enjoying this just a bit too much for her liking. “You're so bad!”
 
Bad? Why was it bad? Wounds would heal in time, and broken pride would be mended. That did not mean that he could not enjoy seeing those who thought themselves irreplaceable be shown that they were just that. Things could not have gone more to his liking. Even centuries of maneuvering and speculating the viability of introducing the bastard son of his father to the Great Community had not revealed such a favorable outcome.
 
Not only had Inuyasha been shown for the strength of his blood ties, but in the strength of his character as well as he defended Kagome's rights. And she, she who had already won the approval of those who mattered, she had saved him from a mating that he never wanted to begin with. Now he was being given the opportunity to choose for himself, a choice, he knew, that had already been made.
 
So why shouldn't he enjoy it? Why shouldn't he be proud that he now stood as undisputed Leader of the Great Community? Why shouldn't he take pleasure in the fact that the mother that had pushed him for centuries into something she knew he wanted no part of, had finally been shown her place? Why shouldn't he give Auria credit for a victory well-earned, and long-deserving? And why wouldn't he want to share in this victory with the woman he wanted nothing more than to make his mate.
 
“No Kagome,” he replied haughtily as he tightened his hold even further and pushed off from the ground, “Not bad.” Her short cry of start and the way she clung to him instantly only made him smirk deviously. “Or do you not remember?” His hand slipped down her back, following the curve of her spine until he was cupping her bottom. Giving it a firm squeeze, he asked, “Perhaps you would like for me to remind you of how `good' I can be?”
 
He didn't wait for her answer, the trembling shiver that coursed through her frame and the shuddering breath she drew in just before his lips claimed hers was more than answer enough. She was his, lost in the sensations he created for her, her body compliant to his every command, yielding and accepting of his own. And he was hers as he had never belonged to another. Her scent and taste and soothing heat, her radiance and light that burned against him in lancing sparks of pure ecstasy.
 
It was impossible that he could know so much pleasure. But then, she always did make the impossible happen; and that was only one more reason of so many that he wanted to discover what other impossible things they could accomplish together.
 
Travel went by quickly with such exquisite distractions, and it seemed in no time at all he had carried them beyond the boarders of the West. In these lands he needed no eyes to see his course. These were his lands, and he knew them as well as he knew himself. So all of his attention he was content to lavish on the little miko in his arms, every kiss and touch and brush of lips and hands a new experience to revel in.
 
Her sighs and moans of pleasure were the music that set pace to their mating dance. Little things that might have escaped his attention before in haste or the driving force of lustful fever, he saw now for all they were worth. The way she bared her neck, offering it to him in such open invitation; for her it was not a submission or plea, but for the pleasure she received when his fangs would pinch down against her tender flesh, a pleasure he was more than happy to give. And her left side, only the left, just above the line of her hip and below the soft curve of her belly; when his touch passed over even in the most delicate of motions, she would shudder and moan, pressing against him in desire.
 
She liked to play with his ears, he realized, her fingers always finding their way back to the sensitive peaks and rubbing along the outer shell. Not like he was complaining; the affectionate gesture was highly gratifying. And then there were her lips, the way she would draw against his to pull into herself more and more of the sweet poison he would give to her. Sometimes she would pull back, swooning in drunken euphoria from the toxin's effect. But always would she return for more, her vigor matched by his own as in doing so she would give to him a taste of her own sweet spice.
 
There was so much more, so much that he could spend a lifetime just to explore every inch of her skin, and a lifetime more just to allow her to do the same for him. And time, time was something he understood. He had seen time pass, walked through the endless years, seen winters melt into springs and warm summer days grow cold with bitter winds. He had seen life and the inevitability of death, seen the lands thrive and be ravished only to change again and thrive again in rebirth.
 
She knew time as well; knew it perhaps better than any in this time or the one beyond from which she came. She knew, but knowing was not understanding. She was still so very young, not even having reached her twentieth summer. Even the wisdom beyond her mortal years that she possessed could never compare to the centuries he had seen. But he couldn't imagine that even time could change her. No, not her. She had too much spirit, such willful pride and stubborn will. She put her heart into everything she did, and would follow it to the end of time.
 
He knew he could show her the path. If only she would walk it with him.
 
Such thoughts made him anxious, and as he finally descended and brought them back to the ground, his hold on her only tightened. The thought of having to let her go was unbearable, but its lingering presence drove his desire for her to become a need; the need to feel her again, to join his body with hers and know the light of her spirit as it embraced his own.
 
The garment she had fought to save met a grizzly fate at the end of his claws as he tore through the fabric to expose her to his need. This time, however, she had been too lost in the dance of passion with her lover to notice or care. She felt the heat of their contact as deeply as he did. Skin on skin, their bodies molding together perfectly in the embrace of lovers; it seemed as though they were made for each other.
 
The mist generated by the volcanic spring he had brought them to had made the grass thick and rich with nutrients, a soft blanket for her delicate body as he laid her back against it. The layers of her gown pillowed around her in billows of soft silk, and he pushed them back along the tears that had opened her body to him. Her arms remained caught in the heavy layers, but to see her lush bosom exposed and the way her folded and parted to lift her centre to him and desire took away any other thoughts.
 
He pressed forward into the slick moisture of her welcoming heat, groaning deeply as his member surged with thick pulses of appreciation for her offering. She lifted her arms to wrap around him and pull him closer, the silk she wore surrounding them both like a shroud lain over their passion. He moved against her within it, pushing to find that place so deep within her that it could feel for an instant that they were no longer separate beings.
 
With every thrust, she would cling to him, holding him to her as though she would never let go. And with every thrust, every time he experienced a new wave of her heat and a new level of her power, every time she would quake in pleasure and make him do the same, every time she sighed or moaned or spoke his name, he became more and more certain that he must convince her she never should.
 
“Sess…Sesshomaru...!”
 
She cried out her release. Her body grew rigid as it tore across her senses, all except the muscles within her that rippled and squeezed against him to pull him with her into her passion. Exquisite; such pleasure it defied sensation. He let himself fall to it, fall into her.
 
Burying himself deeply within her with a powerful thrust, he held her to him, feeling even through the numbing pleasure of his own release the way her body trembled around him as she was filled with his burning essence.
 
A low growl shook through his chest when he felt himself swell even further to lock him inside of her. The pressure was painful, each throbbing pulse catering to instincts that threatened to overtake his will. But they could threaten all they wanted, because any pain would have been worth being able to see when her eyes slipped open to look at him, contentment and love the emotions swimming through the watery blues as a tender smile rose on her lips.
 
“I thought you wanted me to give you a bath,” she whispered in quiet humor.
 
“Hn.” His lips quirked, no mask of indifference needed to shelter his reactions from her. “I decided that there were much more pressing matters to attend to.”
 
“Pressing?” Her brow lifted as the smile on her lips grew devious. “Like this?” She lifted her hips against his, causing his position within her to shift.
 
His eyes hooded with hazy pleasure, a heavy breath of appreciation leaving him as he took to her teases and pressed back to sheath himself deeply within her hot centre again. Her teasing giggles at his response he met with a playfully rumbling growl. “You should take more care, woman, lest I find myself forgetting my plans in favor of simply ravishing you.”
 
To prove his point, he pulled back from her, pushing forwards again with a sharp thrust that rose her voice from her in a short cry of elation. His smirk was wicked as he leaned down closer to her. “Unless, of course, you would prefer to lick my wounds clean, Kagome.” He parted his jaw, letting his tongue sweep out to drag in a long draw over her lips. “I can not say I would averse to such.”
 
Talk about ruining the moment. Kagome's giddy thoughts in the afterglow had effectively been dashed. She leveled the Inu above her with a stern glare. “Not going to happen, dog-boy.”
 
But he only shrugged his shoulders passively, the smirk never leaving his lips. Alright, so the joke was on her. Kagome sighed away her defeat, her attention being turned to the length of hair that had fallen down over his shoulder. She lifted her hand to tangle her fingers in the silken strands, pulling through unfortunate tangles and seeing the red tint that dulled the flash of silver.
 
“Well this just won't do,” she murmured absently. “I guess it's time to get you cleaned up.”
 
She shifted beneath him, lifting herself onto her elbows in an attempt to sit up. He, however, caught her before she could, wrapping his arm securely around her back and pulling her tightly against him.
 
“Sesshomaru,” exacerbation carried in her tone, “You're going to have to let me go.”
 
“No,” he answered shortly.
 
“No?”
 
Pulling her up with him, he brought her to rest on his lap. Her legs straddled his, her chest pressed flush against his own, and the height difference between them was made insignificant as they were brought eye to eye. “This,” he told her, “Is the proper position for the cleansing of a mate.”
 
“Really?”
 
No, not really. It just felt damn good and he didn't want to release her yet - not to mention the fact that he wasn't entirely sure he could remove himself from her at that moment n time. Besides, he had never taken a mate, so the cleansing rites were new to him as well. He had always imagined the process could be quite intimate if given the proper circumstances; and, since they really couldn't get much more intimate, he figured it wasn't exactly a lie.
 
Rather than giving a response, he began pulling away the layers of cloth that clung to her. She complied easily, helping him help her by sliding her arms out of the gown. When she was finally free of it, he pulled her to him again, lifting them both from the ground and making his way towards the water.
 
The spring had been natural - once. Now, however, its size and shape had been contoured and etched with the acid from his claws. Stairs sloped down in the stone, stepping into the new depths of the rocks that held the water from escaping down the mountain slopes. Benches of stone had been carved to circle around the descent, leaving the centre of the pool flat and smooth and deep.
 
But this spring was his, nestled in a concealing grove on the mountain that guarded his home. He made his way through the water to the far end of the spring where the rock had been cut at a different angle to allow him to lean back and let the water relax away the stiffness of a long journey.
 
He brought her with him, carefully lowering her into his lap as he leaned back against the rocks. She shifted somewhat in discomfort, but he was pleased when instead of trying to pull away she only found a more comfortable and supporting position. Her hands found their way to where his held her waist and thighs, fingers trailing delicately along his skin as she traced the markings that ran up his arms. Her touch left a tingle of sensation in its wake, the heat of her hands blending with the heated water as she continued up to his shoulders before sliding down again.
 
“I think this bath is even better than our last.” Her words were soft and distant, her focus trained on the motions of her hands. She brought them to rest against the planes of his stomach, a smile playing on her lips as she lifted her eyes to his. “But…” She started moving again, her hands slipping up his chest until she could lean in and place her weight against them. Her lips touched his, the kiss deep with passion even though she never opened her mouth to him. When she pulled back again, she winked slyly. “Not as good as the first.”
 
Oh, she was going to be the death of him. Even the thought of tasting her again left him drooling with eager anticipation. His grip on her thighs tightened to pull her against him even as his hips surged up with the pulse of his desire.
 
Biting her lip to contain her moan, she pressed down against him with her full weight as she arched her back to pull away. He understood the gesture, and without thought heeded it. He let himself relax back against the rocks, giving himself over to her as her hands began pulling over his skin with warm caresses of water and touch.
 
Every motion and she would shift against him, leave him throbbing with the need to move against her and pump his aching shaft deeply into her blazing heat. But then, why even fight it? He began moving with her, slow, deliberate motions kept pace by the gentle gliding of her hands over his skin as she washed him. Closing his eyes, he felt every motion. Her touch was so soothing it seemed every part of him relaxed under it, all thought and cares meaningless and being washed away with the trickling streams of water. There was only touch, and the pleasure that came along with it, a pleasure only made so much more incredible as he thrust languidly into her to feel her heat and her tight hold slipping around his heavy girth.
 
One particularly deep thrust, however, left her shuddering and gasping for breath. She lifted her arms to wind around his neck and hold him still as she let them both feel the quivering clamp within her that drew against him.
 
“You know,” she whispered breathlessly in his ear, “It's awfully hard to bathe you when you keep doing that.”
 
If it meant feeling what he just felt, then as far as he was concerned, this bath could last forever. “You should be more mindful of your Lord's wishes, Kagome,” he told her with authority.
 
And she giggled impishly in response to his impossible arrogance. “Why of course, Lord Sesshomaru,” she mocked as she pulled back. “Anything my Lord wishes.”
 
She was only joking, but her words meant more than she realized.
 
Sitting up fully, he met her eyes with all play and clouds of lust stripped from the piercing gold of his own. “Am I your Lord, Kagome?” he asked her. “Is it my word you hear above all others?” Before she could answer, he placed a finger over her lips to still her words. There was something more to be said, another question to be asked; “Even if I tell you to stay?”
 
Her eyes widened in shock and fearful understanding. She knew that he was asking her to stay here, in this time; asking her to stay with him after her mission was completed and her portal home would be sealed forever. Her family, the life she was born to, he was asking her to choose this life instead, to live here in this world of the past where she would never see her world again, or any of the people in it.
 
“Do not answer yet, Kagome,” he told her, brushing his finger gently across her lips as he pulled it away. “But while you are thinking, allow me to show you something.”
 
Still stunned by his words and the implications of them, all Kagome could manage to do was nod mutely in acceptance.
 
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Sometimes I think the title for this piece should have been `The Neverending Story'. I mean, it started out as a supposed `one-shot' and then morphed itself into a story of battle and struggle, love, lust, and mayhem. And now, when I go to wrap it up at a nice number of 35 chapters, it tells me yet again that it isn't quite done with me. Alas, I can not argue with the muses (though I'm sure that I'm not going to hear many complaints that it isn't over just yet XD). So it seems that I need to pull of one more scene before I can end this story - which, depending on the detail I decide should be incorporated, might take more than one chapter. But seriously, after that, I'm finished! Lol, the story has to come to an end sooner or later.
 
It's almost a shame that I won't be able to finish the story for the Single Spark Awards, though. That, I think, would have been as nice gift to give to all of my wonderful readers that have done me the honor of nominating so many of my works for the awards. I can't even begin to tell you all how grateful I am for the wonderful support, or how much of an inspiration it is to receive such distinction. So, as my readers have shown me their support and appreciation, I wanted to do the same. That was why, after fighting with the story and basically demanding that it spit out another chapter for me, I finally found the words to put out the next chapter of Sins of the Father.
 
A resounding Thank You to everyone, and please don't forget to vote for your favorite stories once the polls open. (Nominations close on April second, and voting will open shortly thereafter…whatever that means ;P). There is a great deal of talent represented in the lists of nominees, so vote and let your authors know you're rooting for them.
 
As always, until next time
 
Shadow