InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Without a Lullaby ❯ Passion ( Chapter 19 )

A/n: I know I haven't done two chapters in one day in a LONG time… but I'm feeling creative, and I guess I have the time… which I really don't but to hell with it.

 

For a Valentine's day gift to you all (belated now…), here's an awesome lemon. (Or attempted awesomeness…)

 

And the only reason that it was belated was because I woke up at 1:15 and had to leave to go to work at 1:30 pm and I didn't get home until 11:20 pm. It sucked. But!! Anyway, enjoy. What else? Sorry about the long response Kinoko. Long response short-thank you very much. I appreciated that, and thanks to Trin, and everyone else for reviewing as well ^-^.

 

Heh, and speaking of which… I'm lazy… I think I'm going to put `Failure: Not an Option' on hold… for probably a long time… I forget where I was going with it.

 

It's been too long.

 

Luna- (the one who talks too much.)

 

 

Chapter XXII: Passion

 

 

Kagome stormed through the foliage, kicking it up with her bare feet every once in a while. Underneath her breath she muttered, “Baka, asshole… baka… baka… asshole… baka…” like some sort of mantra. Her chants did not go unheard, though, as Sesshomaru glared down at his fiery mate. Though he was relieved now that she seemed to be returning to her former self… becoming more relaxed… her dominance was not something he had been expecting.

 

Jumping down from the trees, feeling slightly as if he had been eavesdropping, he took on after her as silent as the natural-born predator he was. It amused him, as things about her did occasionally, how she was too wrapped up in her own irritation to notice him. If she had even tried to been aware in just the slightest, she would have sensed him.

 

But there she was, going off, chanting obscenities about him. An eyebrow twitched and he found himself somewhat irritable at that fact too, somewhat mad that she had been acting the way she had.

 

She was so moody.

 

Sniffing lightly, he sensed the air around him. She wasn't in heat, and she wasn't regulating… what then?

 

Watching her from afar, he noticed the swell of her ass, the angle of her hips… the way they gently swayed was so subtle yet so feminine…

 

He growled slightly, feeling almost like some sort of lovesick pup looking after something he could not have.

 

The difference was, this was something he could take.

 

Sneaking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and suddenly biting down into her neck.

 

At this she yelped, almost shrieking at the surprise he had given her. But when he molded her body to his, pulling her up close, she knew exactly know it was.

 

“Sesshomaru, you're going to scare me to death if you ever do that again.”

 

Growling lightly at her implications, he began to lick at her neck. She felt her nipples harden at his ministrations, arching her back into his touch as he splayed his hands across her abdomen and ran them up her sides. She remembered dimly that she was supposed to be angry at him, but at his fang grazed her earlobe that thought flew out the window.

 

“Sessho…” His name came out brokenly through her parted lips, as she panted. He slipped a rough hand delicately inside her kimono, cupping her breast and running his claws under the soft flesh of the underside. His thumb teased her areola, and she arched into the lazy circles his digits produced. Warmth was pooling inside of her, she could feel herself constricting at his touch.

 

Sesshomaru didn't seem to be in any sort of rush as he grabbed the back of her neck and literally tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to him. He planted his lips on the left side, sucking on her pulse and leaving a healthy hickey for all to see. Licking his way down her collar bone, he pushed open her kimono and stared at her breasts from above.

 

They were perfect.

 

They were full, and not overly large, but so well proportioned to her body just the sight caused him to think of art. Her body was poetry, a mural, a song in itself that flowed through his fingers like the finest of silk.

 

She got him drunk like the finest of wines.

 

Her taste was exquisite torture he could never get enough of-and he dipped his head down to capture that taste between his teeth and roll it languidly on his fangs, producing just the tiniest amounts of blood that got him high and hard in no time. Her nipples were succulent pleasure, sweet and smooth.

 

Running his hands down her rib cage, her flat stomach, the dip that produced her vagina and lead to her clitoris. A single finger ran over her wet lips, running back up her stomach and leaving a hot trail that cooled down quickly.

 

She could only moan.

 

He lifted his head, pressing his lips against her ear growling softly, “You like that, don't you?”

 

She only nodded, too far gone to even respond properly.

 

Again he reached into her folds to take out that divine moisture and rolled it around her neglected nipple, the air cooling it and causing it to harden painfully. And tasting that nipple was all the more engaging...

 

“Sessho…maru!” She gasped, bucking against nothing but thin air and he grinned.

 

He was in control.

 

She was at his mercy.

 

And his bitch needed to know who was dominant.

 

“What?” He purred into her ear, causing her to grind into his arousal. He nearly moaned himself, but bit his lip to keep himself silent.

 

She couldn't know what she did to him or else this wouldn't work.

 

Whimpering, she ground even harder as he pulled his hand away from her folds, asking her again, “What do you want?”

 

He felt her stiffen, uncertainty leaking in to her. He knew her pride. He knew she didn't want to beg, or even admit it.

 

But he needed his bitch to know her place as the beta.

 

“I…” she stopped short and before she could respond again, Sesshomaru grazed his claws along the sensitized underside of her abdomen. She once again whimpered in want and disregard, his hot breath on her ear. “You what?”

 

“…I… I want you.”

 

Sesshomaru grinned despite himself. “Good.”

 

He tore open her kimono, spinning her around and devouring her mouth with his. At first he could feel her astonishment, which quickly melted into desire as she leaned against his torso and allowed him to bring her rapture.

 

He brought them both to the forest floor, kneeing her legs open and plunging two fingers inside of her to test her tightness and wetness.

 

He groaned out loud at the feeling.

 

She clenched his fingers, grabbing at them as they tried to milk both in vain. She whined, and he pumped her. Her eyes rolled in to the back of her head as he played with her cervix, pressing against her g-spot and she screamed. That was all the motivation she needed before she had his armor, his haori and hakama pants off in no time.

 

He removed his fingers and quickly plunged in to her, looking down to watch as he did so.

 

Perhaps he was a voyeur… but he sure as hell enjoyed watching himself fuck his little vixen.

 

She cried out in pleasure at their joining, rubbing herself along the velvet texture of him, reaching down to massage his testicles.

 

He quivered.

 

It was an impure touch with too much innocence.

 

She just did it, and that was why it made it all the more amazing.

 

He lowered his head, pressing his face against her neck and growling as he thrust in to her again and again.

 

The feeling of her hands roaming his body as if they were trying to memorize every curve of his caused him to shudder again.

 

They were small, featherlike and firm, hardened over years of battle.

 

But they were fully Kagome.

 

He nipped at her neck, leaving welts in their wake. She cried out, and he snarled. She came, for perhaps the third time… he was too mesmerized by her face to really remember. By her feeling to really remember. But by the way her walls were desperately gripping him and her oils dripped along his shaft he assumed she had.

 

And that was when he bit down in to the scar.

 

She completely lifted up off the ground, arching her entire lower body in to him as her toes were on their tips to mold her body in to his.

 

The feeling was unbearable.

 

And she never wanted it to end.

 

He was silken steel, and if he ever quit she would die.

 

He pounded her, and she quite guessed to probably an inch of her life before his semen ran inside of her and they joined together as one.

 

She fell on to her back and he fell on top of her, and neither one bothered to move for a long time.

 

Sweat rolled down her forehead, causing strands of hair to stick to her skin. And when she looked at Sesshomaru, she thought perhaps she was dead.

 

He had smiled at her.

 

 

 

A/n: Bwaaahaha, enjoyed the lemon? I hope so. I was going to rant and rave again about something stupid, but I forgot what… I talk to much anyway.

 

OH! By the way… REVIEW! You guys are spoiling me and I love it. Am I an idiot? Probably. Anyway, oyasumi, sayonara… because I am going to bed. ^-^