InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Yellow Brick Road ❯ Climatic ( Chapter 23 )

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND COMPANY, NOR DO I OWN WIZARD OF OZ.

AN: Thank you to ktshabatie and Fallen_Tenshi8 for beta-ing.

****Warning: This entire chapter is one big lemon, you have been warned.****



Chapter 23: Climatic


It had been a few days since she had found Sesshoumaru in the concubines’ compound. The irrational thought that he had turned to another for physical relief had start a completely new train of thought. Kagome new that her body was more than willing to experience those things with him, but there was the question of whether her mind was ready.

The tidbits of gossip she heard around did not help at all. The whispers spoke of how she refused her alpha, forcing him to take out his aggression in other ways. She noticed the constant limp that Inuyasha tried to hide from her. Really, why didn’t the arrogant Chihuahua bring it up to her, instead of beating others up? Why? That answer was simple; he was in capable of asking a question. It was always commands, never questions.

Apparently, the old saying, “You can’t teach old dogs new tricks,” was very true when it came to this tai-youkai. Kagome giggled when the picture of a flustered Sesshoumaru came to mind, as he tried to get is uncooperative tongue to form a question.

They had just entered their private chambers after the evening meal, when Sesshoumaru heard her giggle behind him. He turned and lifted a questioning eyebrow at her. Kagome saw it and burst into a full-blown fit of laughter.

Through the gasps for air she managed to state, “That is why you haven’t asked me. How am suppose to know by the angle of your eyebrow that you want sex? I mean, the least you could do is waggle it like Miroku used to.”

His mild interest in her amusement turned to full-blown heated, absolute attention. She had broached the subject and he would not let the opportunity be wasted.

Kagome’s laughs died in her throat when she became aware of his lust-filled stare. The shyly whispered response, “Or that look would have told me,” was all the prompting he needed.

Before she knew it, she stood before him naked. Heated amber orbs studied her form intently before he stepped forward. His tongue languidly tasted from the valley of her breasts up through the right side of her throat to behind her ear. The response he received to his action was her shivering body, flesh of goose bumps, while her nether lips moistened.

Sesshoumaru took his Kagome and laid her tenderly down on the pallet. Then under her shy gaze he shed his clothing, he allowed her to drink in his form with her sapphire oceans. The smirk was just barely repressed as he noted the growing moisture between her legs and lust that built in her stare.

Slowly he moved to cover her body, as he hovered over her trying to decide where he wished to taste next. However, she halted him with her voice.

“Please let me do this.” She was not trying to take his dominance from him, but she wanted the chance to know. “I don’t have your senses, but I want to know you by sight,” she let her eyes roam his body, “by feel” fingertips lightly traced his skin, “by smell,” moving close to his chest and inhaled deeply, “and by taste,” her tongue made languid stroke up his chest. “Please.”

Sesshoumaru moved to the side and relaxed his body back onto the pallet, this simple request was not something he could deny. Kagome moved slowly, holding his eyes with hers as she began to descend her lips on top of his. She had no idea if this something that inu-youkai, or youkai for that matter did, but it was a form of intimacy ingrained in to her very being.

Her lips moved against his in an attempt to draw him into the act. The moment his hand slid into her hair, her heart skipped a beat.

Sesshoumaru had never engaged in such an activity before, no female had been worthy of it. Yet the soft pleading motions her petal like lips made, convinced him that this was not something he wanted to cease. He wrapped his long fingers more firmly in her hair, to secure her in place. He began to pour more passion into the kiss.

Kagome melted into the heat his insistent lips created and reveled in the sensations, but still it was not enough. A hesitant tongue reached out passed her own tingling lips to lightly taste his. He opened to her request, and she explored him thoroughly. It was not until she became emboldened that she neglected the lethality of his canines. Whimpering from the sudden pain of having her tongue sliced on his fang.

The taste of her blood caused Sesshoumaru to suck the injured appendage further into his mouth. Divine, ambrosia, nectar; these were the only way to describe the taste. As the burn of her power slipped down his throat, the flames of passion rose to new heights. The need to express it affected every part of him, as his hands forged new exploration of her body. Slowly, the flow of blood stopped, ceasing the burn of power with it.

Kagome felt his hands move from her hair downward to map the rise and fall of the contours of her back. His movements encouraged her to explore the expanse of his torso that was not already covered by her petite frame. As one of her hands lifted allowing her to caress his ear, she felt his hand, his clawed fingers ghost along the side of her breast to the sensitive flesh of her inner arm. The involuntary shudder caused her to pull her mouth from his, and she smiled at the heat in his eyes. “I had almost forgotten what blood does for a predator.”

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes while she proceeded to taste and kiss all the markings on his face. “Not just any blood. Powerful blood, little one, your blood.” Absently, he noted that his need for her was heavily reflected in his now husky voice. He would not be able to allow her this freedom to explore him much longer.

The husky baritone washed over Kagome, sending a new wave of heat that pooled in her stomach. She was now more aware of the emptiness in her womanhood than she had ever been in her life, but she wanted to know him. She would deny his need to dominate, so that she could learn ways to make the ice melt.

The last thought gave her the strength to forge ahead. The favor of salt and what she could describe as ‘male’ created a craving that would not be denied. Her body slid down his side, as her hungry mouth devoured his neck, chest and stomach, in a moment of debate; she pondered exploring the strong legs her body was currently wrapped around or the part that made him most decidedly male.

The low growl and insistent clawed-hand, which urged her towards the pinnacle of his sexuality, made up her mind. She had asked for control, he had granted it, so this would be done her way. She skirted the outside of his hip, licking the curvature of his bones and following the powerful muscles down to his thigh. Apparently, his marking were sensitive; this was just another piece of the puzzle that made up her Alpha.

The beast within raged at her denial of his need and Sesshoumaru had a hard time disagreeing. Buried deep in his logical mind was the memory of his acceptance to allow her this exploration. However, he had thought she would shy quickly and he would regain his dominance as well as her completely submission. Did she have to be so infuriating? He ached, and she was slowly tracing the muscles of one calf, then the other. The torturously slow pace with which she was ascending the other leg broke the last of his patience.

With a disgruntled growl, he slipped his fingers back into her hair and tugged. What he did not expect was the reprimanding nip she issued to his inner thigh. It startled him so much that he did suppress the startled yelp or the following moan when she soothed the offended flesh with her tongue.

Kagome realized that if she pushed him much farther without relief, the outcome would be something neither would truly enjoy. She gathered her courage and prepared to face the part of him that was so utterly foreign to her.

Her body was kneeling between his legs so that she could explore without having the added awkwardness of her bulging tummy. His eyes transfixed her. The heat, the lust that shone in those hooded orbs assured her that her lack of experience and knowledge would not be held against her. He would greedily take whatever she had to offer, and so she began her descent. His eyes on hers until she felt the hair tickle her chin.

The scent of him was so much stronger with a musky quality that made her want to bury her nose in the silver curls. The impulse was followed as she tried to name what his smell was. There was a definite pine quality to it, but it had a spiciness that she could not name, some indiscernible yet underlying note that left the enigmatic inu’s scent as indiscernible as him. Nevertheless, she did not care, she was too focused on the tickling sensation that his curls were leaving in her nose. She lightly kissed the part where his essence was produced, before she moved to his shaft.

The veins that could be seen just below the velvet flesh, held her attention. Memorized by the patterns that the veins made, pulled by the pulsing need she felt radiate from him, her tongue traced one vein from base to tip. The she tasted the small dab of white liquid pooled at the tip.

It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before and while she would not say it was a taste she found scrumptious, it was also not anything that turned her off. One hand came up to grab the base of his shaft, while the other dug her nails into his inner thigh.

Sesshoumaru fought to hold still under her assault. It was obvious that all these things were new to her, and he feared that she would become scared at any moment. Centuries of control was employed to silence the groan as one hand wrapped around him and her mouth closed around his head. Closing his eyes he concentrated on the slide of her tongue and lips as she took more of him, the hot, wet feel of her mouth driving him to the brink of insanity. His free hand desperately tried to find purchase, something anything to anchor him from the sensation the suction of her head pulling away created.

He had never watched another perform this act on him before; but her closed eyes, the flare of her nostrils as she inhaled his scent, the tautness of her lips as she bobbed up and down, the movement of her hand, the dig of her nails, it was breaking him. Her breast caught his attention, the round softness coming to a pinnacle in an erect nipple. His hand moved to cover the breast; he pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The groan left his lips as he was rewarded with an especially strong pull on his cock.

Wide, innocent, and slightly ashamed sapphire pools stared at him. It had been the sensation shooting from her breast to lower abdomen and the groan that alerted Kagome to just what she had been doing. She stared at his face while she still held him within her mouth, to afraid to move.

Sesshoumaru scented her distress and gently pulled her up to his face. Never breaking eye contact, he laid her on her back, and hovered over her petite frame. One chaste kiss on the lips and all he said was, “My turn.”

Dumbly, she nodded her compliance and felt the hunger with which licked and nipped her neck and chest. His hands massaged and pulled on her breast, while one of his legs forced it ways in between hers to apply friction where she needed it most. He licked around her right breast, slowly circling in on her nipple while her left was being thoroughly appreciated by his hand.

She had no idea what to do. She arched to grant more access to her breast, but growled when she lost the much-needed friction that his leg had created. Her hands knotted the cloth of the pallet below her, but found no satisfaction in such an action. When he bit down on her nipple only to pull it further into his mouth, her hands flew to the back of his head and back. One knotted in his hair to secure his place above her breast, while the other raked welts over the flawless skin of his back. She needed and he only teased.

Chuckling at the sound she made as moved his mouth from one breast to the other, he could not resist the command, “Patience.” With new fervor, he devoured the left breast. It caused her head to toss uncontrollably, while her legs wrapped around his one. The soft mewls and groans that fell freely from her lips caused him to pulse and grind into her hip.

He relinquished his dominance of her breast as he begun the journey down her body. This time he would ensure that she was more than ready when he entered her. The act the he was about to bestow on her, he had done only once before. It had been once in his youth and the memories attached to it had been so foul that he had never felt the need to repeat the experience. Yet, Kagome was different. She had tasted heavenly everywhere else; add to that her constant pursuit of cleanliness, and the only conclusion to be formed was that what he was about to taste should be nothing short of intoxicating.

Settled between her legs with one of her thighs over each of his shoulders, his hands locked her hips in place; he brought his nose to her curls and inhaled. Her scent washed over him, with only the slightest hint of his own (which would be remedied shortly) and that of their pups.

Kagome jumped at the first caress of his tongue over her nether lips. As his tongue circled a spot that sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body, she squirmed more desperately to get away from the source. Sesshoumaru’s hands tighten in their grip; he nipped the spot his tongue had been circling. She cried out because of the pleasurable pain while grinding herself further into him. Her own hands began to massage her breasts as he continued his assault on her. She had no idea one could be so wound and empty at the same time. What she did know was that if something did not give soon she was going to lose her mind.

Her response to his reprimand was completely unexpected, but very welcomed. If she enjoyed small of amounts of pain, it would help in satisfying more of his needs. He growled in frustration that he could not see her face; their pups had grown too large. Then he growled again at the delightful little mewl she offered in response to his growl. Apparently, Kagome enjoyed him growling into her womanhood, and it would allow him to voice the frustration of not being buried within her.

It was not long, between the nips, growls, and licks, that Kagome found completion. At first her thighs had tightened around his head, however, as he continued to drink what her body so freely offered, every muscle within Kagome relaxed.

When he was done with his treat, he found it easy to crawl up her body. The rapid beat of her heart told him that she still had not recovered from her release. Her eyes were sealed shut, as she breathed deeply. She looked like some ethereal beauty on the canvas of an ancient artwork, and she was his.

He nuzzled into the side of her face, “Are you ready, my Kagome?”

Her sapphire eyes looked almost black as she struggled to focus them on her inu lover’s face. His words slowly cut through the fog he had created in her mind. Yes, yes she was ready. “Please, I ache for you.”

Kagome was granted with the rare sight of a smiling Sesshoumaru. It was not necessarily the smile of a male utterly in love, but that of a male whose ego had been stroked. ’What have I done now?’ this was the thought that ran through her head as she felt him begin to enter her.

Slowly, he pushed passed her opening. It was not the sudden thrust that he had used in front of the soldiers. No, this was patient. He was allowing her body time to stretch around him, accept him. Slowly he pushed in, and she became more aware of the emptiness he was not filling. Slowly, he was sliding in, and her longing grew. It was not enough, and he was not speeding up.

Kagome looped her arms under his to grip his broad, powerful shoulders. Pulling herself up, she began to lick and kiss his throat and collar bone. It was enough to make the male want to abandon his teasing pace, but he refused to hurt her. However, this resolve broke as she bit down on the junction between his shoulder and neck. In one forceful thrust, he was fully encased in her tight, tight heat.

The sudden movement forced a startled gasp from her, as her head fell back in ecstasy. Sesshoumaru looked down at her, expecting to see pain and betrayal, but was met with the look of ultimate pleasure. He swiveled his hips, ensuring that her clit was stimulated by his pelvis. He was more than happy to stay fully seated in her, while her sheath pulsed and pulled around him.

It was his hips circular motion that caused Kagome’s hands to move from his shoulders to grab his ass. Desperately she tried to pull their pelvises closer together. The feel of being completely full was beyond anything she had felt before. She understood now why so many painted the act of making love in a poetic light A low throb could be felt inside of her, almost as if two heartbeats were intertwined where they were joined.

The pulsing heat, the gripping muscles that welcomed and savored him, her face in ecstasy, all of it was more than he had ever thought this act could ever be. He slowly pulled himself back out, her whimpering noises pleaded him to stay within her and were met with soft reassuring growls. It was with slow, languid strokes that began to introduce Kagome to the dance.

Her pleading moans or her frustrated grunts did not entice him to quicken the pace. No, he would not give her what she so desperately sought until she had asked. While it was slightly maddening for him to keep at that pace, he also enjoyed mapping every clenching muscle within her tight, hot sheath.

“What do you want, my Kagome?”

She was so frustrated with the slow building pressure within herself that she missed his new title for her, the one he called her by twice already. Really, she was about ready to let him call her anything, if only he would move faster, stronger.

“More…” the words died on her tongue as his circling hips sent burst of pleasure through her body.

“More?” Slowly he withdrew from her.

Frustrated with the arrogant male, currently denying her needs, she pushed her begging to a different level. As he began to push back within her, she teased, nipped, and licked his chest, neck and jaw line. Yet, he persisted in this slow assault that threatened to destroy the insanity she had just gained.

“Faster, please. Oh Kami-sama, if you don’t go faster…” she was cut off by a forceful, quick thrust forward.

“It is this Sesshoumaru you lie with. So unless you wish to elevate this Sesshoumaru to that of a Kami, you will remember who you call out to.” Each point was accentuated with strong, forceful thrusts of his hips.

“Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama.” It was more moans than clearly pronounced words, but he rewarded her with what she so frantically wanted.

She could feel the coil winding tighter within her. Her hips tried to move with his, while hands sought to leave welts on his back in her attempt to anchor herself from the impending oblivion. With a hoarse cry, Kagome welcomed her release. The sensation raced from her core all the way out to fingertips and toes. The world melted away to her newly found nirvana.

Sesshoumaru grunted as her walls trembled and clamped around him. It was then that he knew he would not find his end this way. The longing to drape his body over her was too great, yet he could not do so without possibly harming the pups. He withdrew from her and began positioning her while she was still lost to the pleasure of her release.

Kagome stiffened when she realized that she now was on her hands and knees with a looming inu behind her. A soft whimper escaped her, and then she felt a slowly licking up her spine in one fluid motion.

Sesshoumaru breathed into her ear, “I want to feel the shutters all over your body, feel your skin under my fingers.”

Kagome moaned and pushed her rear back into him, in invitation, as he draped his large form over her. It was the first time that she had felt the stoic male chuckle. She felt his tongue forge a path along her left shoulder blade and then along the side of her left breast.

He left open-mouthed kisses as began to worship her upper back and shoulders. His heavy erection, nestled between the cheeks of her ass, began to move granting him the much-needed friction on his heated flesh. However, his movements denied her the same satisfaction.

“Please, I need…” her voice was hoarse and her mind was fogged. Words were failing her, all she knew was the growing emptiness within her. “I need… to be… yours.”

Sesshoumaru stilled.

His eyes bled red as he fought to deny the beast. He would not mark, not yet. Not before, she understood what it meant to be Lady of West. Not before all doubt of her right to such a position was dispelled. She had provided her worth, more than any other female before her, to many within the West, and once their pups were born full-blooded youkai all dissention over her right would be laid to rest.

Kagome felt all movements stop. She did not know what she had done wrong, but the sudden wash of youki from him only further inflamed her need. So once again, she tried a strangled cry, “Please.”

Sesshoumaru moved to guide himself into the place that was quickly becoming his haven. His free arm wrapped around her chest, clawed fingers pinched her right nipple. He rumbled a growl of approval as she arched his back allowing him deeper access.

A throaty moan was released as he hit a spot hidden deep within her. Encouraged by her response, he became more insistant with his pace. Lost to his roaming hands, his deep movements within her Kagome’s arms were no longer strong enough to hold. Black hair splayed above her head when she fell to her forearms. It gave the still red-eyed tai-youkai an unobstructed view of a bared neck and the side of her face.

Her act of complete submission caused Sesshoumaru to immediately clamp his jaw around her exposed neck while his thrusts took on a new passion. The euphoric cries that came from the woman beneath him, the quivering flesh of her entire body, everything added to his newfound pleasure within this act.

It was not about finding his release nor was it simply about ensuring hers. No, this was far beyond the physical. It was about the bond that was growing as strong as the pups within her belly. It was an expression of devotion. The calm of his soul while their heat flesh spoke in a language only the other could understand; both Sesshoumaru and his beast knew that no other could fulfill them in the same way. The aching emptiness he had felt within this form of pleasure in the countless other copulations he had merely endured, had no part with his Kagome.

Roaming hands pinched and teased her nipples and clit, while he mercilessly pounded into her. The spot deep within her that he had brought to life added delicious warmth to the tightening coil within her. It was awakening the ache within her and washed them away with the tidal wave of pleasure. The power of her soul, of her blood, rose to show appreciation for the sense of wholeness this male was giving her. No other would ever do this for her. No other.

From this day forward, she was forever branded as his, in every way.

She began to squeeze around him, signaling her on-coming climax. With each new ripple from her hot passage, he felt his body responding with his own climax. His balls tightened, while the muscles within his abdomen grew taut. His pace increased to a rate that she had no hope of following. The clawed fingers that played with her clit began to move in more erratic motions in order to stimulate her as much as possible.

Kagome spilled her lover’s name in a mantra from her lips, as her body seized in a slow blinding release. The walls within her core found new strength with which she tried to secure her lover within her. His low growl was the last thing she was aware before she was lost in a torrent of ecstasy.

One thrust later and Sesshoumaru’s body spilled into hers. The tightness of her channel along with the quaking of her walls, his essence was milked from him. It scented and claimed her, forever it would always be his scent coating her hers.

The roar that left him was deafening. It shook the Citadel in a way that had not occurred in many centuries. Those who head the declaration wondered if they were to meet a new Lady of the West in the morning.

When he came back to himself, he was still deeply seated within her with a rapidly deflating erection. Nevertheless, he would not allow the physical connect be severed yet. He pulled the jelly-like body of his female with him as he settled on his side. He covered her small body with his much larger frame, protecting the one that was worth more than anything else was.

She was his. Her submission spoke of his rights to her, but what made it undeniable was the wash of power she sent over him. The power had shared her sense of completeness, her pleasure, and her ever-growing need for him. She was his, and he would not be ashamed to admit to her that he was hers.

Slumber found the newly made lovers and with its dreams came hopes for the future.

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