Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 are straight erotic, but every chapter won't be that way. For those who don't care too much for it. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but oh well.
I updated the first chapter because it didn't have the breaks it was supposed to, to read smooth.
Chapter 1
She strolled through the forest with no real sense of direction, having nowhere important that she needed to be. She was exhausted mentally; these past years had drained all she could handle. She didn't understand why the Gods had so harshly judged her. This was her judgement after all, was it not?
She was a miko, sworn to live life as pure as the Gods themselves, but fell in love with a mere hanyou who betrayed her for the very thing she swore to protect with her life. Her death by the very man she gave everything to should have been a just enough punishment, but she didn't think that satisfied the Gods. She was resurrected by Urasue, forced to see that the hanyou had fallen in love with her reincarnation, to see that the jewel was falling into the hands of an even more vile wretched hanyou than her ex-lover. What games did they have in store for the remainder of her existence?
It confused her to think so much about her existence. The Gods seemed to judge her, but then she was also given another chance at living again. She had saved the Sage of Virtue, unknowingly the status of the woman when it was happening. She told the priestess, that she could sense the turmoil in what little of her soul was left, had endured. The Sage had gifted her with the body of a human again. Explaining to her that the fragmented part of her soul she still had was enough to sustain a body again, only of course, with the additional help of a being who had powers almost rivaled to a God. It was a part of the Sage's soul herself, that granted the miko the remainder of the power she needed to sustain the body.
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"I will deal with the ramifications of my decision with the Gods on a different occasion if it is not in their favor… but I refuse to forsake a woman who has always served others all above herself… only to be struck down for once trying to find happiness. I don't need my whole soul to continue with my life. I trust you will protect it, Kikyo…."
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The God's have yet to intervene with her new gift, maybe the God's didn't hate her. She was just unlucky. She sighed to herself. She did not want this new life though, she wanted to be able to rest in death's arms once again after Naraku's death. So maybe this was a punishment. To be forced to live a life where she had nothing. She sighed once again.
'I have to stop wrestling with my thoughts,' she mentally reprimanded herself.
Kikyo was suddenly pulled from her own existential crisis, as she found herself drawn to the beauty of a single sprouting flower that glowed. It sprouted up resembling a Tacca Chantrieri, but with her expertise in floral and herbs, she knew better. It's stem and petals were a soft blue, that had a white aura around it, a sparkling aura none the less.
'How curious,' she mused stepping closer to the mysterious plant life.
It didn't radiate with a demonic energy, but not a virtuous one either. It just existed. Yet she could feel it was drawing her in. She crouched down, determined to examine it more without touching it. The flowers petals suddenly opened and sprayed a soft mist of silver pollen into her face. Kikyo fell back, caught off guard.
Her heart raced. Was she poisoned? Was her life over before it already had begun? Did the God's finally decide to intervene when she let her guard down. She cursed herself under her breath. She stood back up, waiting for the welcoming arms of death once again.
A few seconds passed by, but she did not feel forsaken. Instead she started to feel flushed and warm. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks and to her womanhood. 'Odd.' What is happening to her? She gently squeezed her thighs against each other to contain the burning lust that was developing. She knew what this feeling was, even though she felt it just once before. She knew her body was lusting for touch and intimacy… sexual intimacy. The longer she sat there, it didn't subside just grew stronger. Almost enraged that she hadn't quickly run off to satisfy this itch of hers. She started to perspire, and she glanced back down at the flower.
"What have you done to me?" She questioned the flower, as if it could respond.
She didn't sense Naraku, this couldn't be him. She did sense lowly demons here and there, none of them that seemed clever or strong enough to pull such a trick. She was beginning to feel the desperation spreading throughout her body. 'How long will this last?'
Kikyo grasped her hands together to say a prayer that erected a barrier a few miles wide around her. She was unsure about this, and had to be cautious, not trusting her willpower anymore.
Then she sensed it, a very familiar but powerful demonic aura reached her senses. It was masked before, but her barrier had broken down the visage as it captured the demon inside with her. She could feel her very soul yearn for that presence. Every bit of her mind screamed at her body to stop walking towards him. She could leave her barrier at any moment if she wanted, to flee to a village of humans, but that's not what was happening. She was breathing heavily and sweating more as this thirst was engulfing her body to be quenched.
She came to a small clearing of flowers, not large enough to clearly see the night sky through the canopy of trees that nature has created, but enough to catch glimpses of the full moon and twinkling starts. She rested an arm against a tree, and clenched the collar of her kimono, still breathing heavily, her heart racing, and slightly crouched over. Her eyes pierced back at the amber eyes looking through her soul, refusing to blink or cower to them.
'Inuyasha?'
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The lone demon sat with his back against a tree, resting some ways from his ward and servant. He needed time alone the longer he spent with them, needing to find peace and solace in the quietness of the forest. He had been there for an hour when he noticed the barrier surround him, breaking through the masking of his presence. He kept his eyes closed. He wasn't worried, the barrier was a pure one. Not a demonic one or Naraku's. He could sense the presence of a human wading through the forest to him. He could tell who it was, having met her on a few occasions. Her aura being impossible to confuse for another's, stronger than any human, rivaling even the greatest of demons. Something was different though, it almost felt distressed, but he smelt no blood or demonic presence within the barrier.
She finally broke through the thick of the forest, when he slowly opened his eyes to meet hers. He didn't get up, just stared right back at her while she hunched over at the tree. It was then that it hit him. His face never changed from the careless expression, as he subtly inhaled more of his discovery.
The sweet scent of honey and lavender, coming from her. It was not her usual scent of graveyard dirt, clay and lavender. It was just lavender and subtle sweeps of honey. The source of the sweet sublte smell pouring out from her womanhood.
'Interesting, the priestess is aroused,' he smirked inwardly to himself. Ignoring the other revelation of her life, that he'd find out about later.
He wasn't going to move as he awaited her actions. He was curious as to what this priestess was going to do next. He has never seen her so desperate before. Her eyes screamed for help, but what kind of help he wondered. Did she want help to break free of the trivial desire she felt, or did she wanted the help to succumb to the trivial desire of pleasure?
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No, it wasn't Inuyasha as her eyes focused on the man below the tree. He stared straight into her soul, without so much as budging a centimeter. 'Why? Why did he just stare at me in this state? Does it please him to see me fallen from grace? He has to know, nothing could escape from the nose of the Great Dog Demon Lord, Sesshoumaru.'
She fell to her knees, as the tingling feeling in her legs made her fail to support herself. Still clenching the collar of her kimono, she kept her gaze at the demon. His beautiful amber eyes, filled with no emotion or insight to his thoughts. She studied his features, hoping to keep her mind off the fight her body waged with her willpower.
His looks still demanded and complimented the respect of his status. His strong facial features, his height, his smooth aloof demeanor all helped anyone distinguish him as a Lord. His pale white skin, marked with purple stripes of nobility on his body and his face. A single crescent moon resting in the center of his forehead. His beautiful shimmering silver mane, that danced in the wind. He was truly captivating. If she would ever have met a God, this is what she felt he would look like. Blood started to rush to her cheeks again, as she noticed she thought more into his looks than ever before.
'That damned flower.'
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The woman was beautiful; he was not ashamed to think that. If he was weak, he too might have fallen for the priestess on her looks alone, just as his pathetic brother did… 'half-brother.' He corrected himself. He was the Great Sesshoumaru though, mere mortals were below him. There was nothing else about her he respected, other than her looks and powers. Barley though, he would not give her that much credit, regardless how true it may have been.
'How pathetic she was, falling for Inuyasha,' the mere mention of his brother's name slipping off his thoughts like poison.
How long would she gaze at him like that though, how long would her chocolate eyes stare as deeply back into her soul as his amber ones were starring back at hers? While he was expressionless, her face still pooled with desperation. He noticed the intensity of her arousal only growing, never wading. It couldn't have been the mere sight of him, he knew that. He noted that the distress in her aura was her lust, he was sensing earlier. That had been growing as well before coming upon him in the clearing. It was interesting to think what could have been ailing the priestess like this. She didn't seem bewitched or cursed, nor was she simple enough to be.
It felt like hours since they had started this war of looking into each other's very being, but it had only been a mere ten minutes at most. She started to waver though, forcing herself to stand. She started to slowly approach him, still clutching herself and wavering every few steps. She was losing this battle with herself he could tell. He could see her eyes screaming at herself to stay away. He did not budge though. He let her continue to strut up to him. She was now towering over him, still breathing heavily. He was overwhelmed with the scent of honey, masking the lavender that usually graced her presence.
'What are you going to do priestess?' he pondered.
She fell into him, straddling his legs between her knees, keeping herself stable with her left hand against the tree right by his face.
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'No, not him. Why is it that I run into him…'?
She couldn't take it anymore. She needed release, and it was very clear she wasn't going to just stop feeling this way.
His eyes only slightly widened, unnoticeable to Kikyo, when her right hand reached into her own hakamas. The sudden closing of her eyes, the more of a red tint fell on her face, and she let her mouth agape as she started pleasuring herself right there on-top of him.
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She couldn't believe it; she had fallen so hard from grace. The feeling was far too much now; it was beginning to hurt. She wouldn't beg or ask him, though. If she had to feed this inkling of hers, she was going to get him to do it without begging. Of his own will, he was going to please her without taking it too far. Of his own free will. She would get what she needed and then she'd leave.
Her middle and forefinger played along the lips of her vagina. Stroking them softly, and teasing the opening of herself. She felt so embarrassed, but the pleasure easily overcame the sense of shame. She slightly arched her head back to fully embrace the sense of pleasure she was giving herself. It only satiated her yearning a little bit, but it was no longer burning at her insides threatening to set her body ablaze.
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Sesshoumaru watched as she moved her hands farther into herself, trying to tame the fire within her soul. He was amused, curious, and only slightly shocked. He knew she held no strong feelings towards him, their meetings always very brief when they happened to cross paths. But here she was, showing herself to him at her weakest. He wanted to know what brought her to such a low. Humans very rarely had such a primal need for sex as some demons did, although here she was. Now was not the time to ask though. If this need was burning inside of her, and she wished for him to squash it, he would. He had no quarrels of pleasure with her. It wasn't the same as bedding just any other useless human, and sex meant nothing to him. Just a means to end the nagging feeling that would too also overcome him sometimes, not as powerful as her in this very moment.
Just as he had agreed to himself to indulge her, Kikyo had pulled her hand from her hakamas. Holding her hand between both of their faces, just starring at the sticky substance covered on her fingers. Sesshoumaru grabbed her hand, bringing it closer to his nose as he sniffed it, fully engulfing his senses with her needs. Looking her straight in the eyes, he placed her fingers closer to his mouth, taking them into his mouth. She tasted just as sweet as she smelt. He found himself starting be aroused himself, now that he accepted the fate between them.
He grabbed Kikyo by her thighs standing her above him once again. Her hakamas were slightly darker between the highest point of her thighs. She had soaked her clothes from the utter pleasure she was feeling. He pulled down her hakamas to reveal her porcelain white skin. He slid his hands up her thighs, she felt so soft. He grabbed her left leg under her knee and pulled it over his shoulder. Bringing her vagina right up to his face, her body losing balance and she shot her left hand against the tree once more to hold her straight. Her body shivered.
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When he had tasted her from her fingers, she was inwardly shocked even though she knew she was beckoning him. But now she felt unsure as he held her so close to his face. He was running his hands along her thigh again, sending more shivers down her spine. His touch, it made her feel like a woman. Something she always thought she would never get to experience.
'I cannot be feeling this way, not towards a daiyoukai. Is my word no longer sacred? Do I just forsaken all the vows I've made as a priestess? What is happening to me?'
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Sesshoumaru ran his hands up to her bottom, grasping her cheeks in both hands bringing herself into his mouth. He slid his tongue right between her bodies second pair of lips, relishing in her sweet honey ecstasy, fresher than what was on her fingertips. Her sweet juices flowing into his mouth and running down his chin.
He could feel her body tighten under his grip, he glanced up at her face without leaving his mouth from her body. She bit her lower lip, refusing to make a sound. She hovered her right hand above his shoulder, it warily shaking as she struggled with grabbing him or not.
It almost irked him. She was the one who came crawling to him. He didn't seek her out. How dare she refuse to fully succumb to the pleasure he was gracing her with? He ravished her more aggressively, sucking at her ruby red clit and sticking in two fingers to get her to squirm under his grasp. She just bit her lip even harder, drawing the tiniest speck of blood. It irked him even more. 'Stop fighting it priestess, you will not dishonor this Lord Sesshoumaru.'
He shoved another finger in, as he alternated between sucking on her clit and licking at her. Doing it faster and faster as her body squirmed. She grasped his shoulder with her right hand, and grabbed a fistful of hair in her left. She pulled herself into him, still holding back all sounds of pleasure, she would not let him know she was enjoying it, not one bit.
Sesshouaru finally noticed his own arousal. His member fully erect and pulsing between his legs. Her reluctance further hardening him.
'Fine, if she refuses to admit she's enjoying this, I will have to take it further.' He was going to let her off the hook with just bringing her to climax from his tongue, but he felt slighted by her as she refused to bellow with moans. He would not save her virginity for when she came to her senses. He would take it tonight, because she would let him, without a fight. He drew his mouth from her vagina and stood up. The sudden movement catching her off guard, and she fell backwards onto ground.
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She looked up at the Demon Prince now towering over her, as she did to him before. She watched as he quickly removed his clothes. Dropping his own hakamas to the ground where she could see him in all his glory. She could feel the size of him when she was straddling him, but didn't actually notice the length and girth until it was fully upon her. He stepped out of his hakamas towards her, and she slightly pushed backwards away from him.
'He must want to take me fully… I do not wish for it to go this far… but my body… it still rages on with lust. How much more do I have to endure before it subsides…?'
Kikyo came to her knees, and placed her hands upon his thighs, she did feel the slightest shudder at her touch. She didn't want to fully fornicate with him, so maybe she could satisfy both herself and him by taking him in her mouth. Showing him the same pleasure he showed her.
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He noticed Kikyo wish to prolong the inevitable, which he would have stopped but couldn't resist the smoothness of her hands running up his thighs onto his hardened dick. He would let her please him with her mouth, only for the moment. She traced the length of him with her fingers and then grasped him in her hands. Slowly moving up and down to excite the demon, teasing him just a little as punishment for ensuring her spot in hell. She got closer to the tip of him and he could feel the heat of her breath. Her games did not go unnoticed, and he would not tolerate such a thing. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly to open her mouth more and shoved himself inside her.
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While it did catch her off guard, she didn't resist. He stopped pulling in and out, and let her take charge of the situation. She sucked at him, and he closed his eyes. Refusing to make a sound.
'So I guess we both are playing this game of chicken then, aren't we Lord Sesshoumaru? Which one of us will give in to the pleasure completely first?' Kikyo said to herself, as she fully acknowledged how neither one of them had said a word or made a sound since their run in. It wasn't going to be her. She went faster on his dick, pulling him all the way into her mouth to the back her throat. Caressing his balls in her hands, trying to make the Lord climax. She would end this here. Regardless of how her body felt, she would not take this any farther for the sake of her sanity.
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Sesshoumaru howled on the inside, her mouth felt so warm and wet on him. If she continued on, he would reach his end before her. He was not going to let that happen. He was going to be the one to dominate her, not the other way around. He forcefully pushed her backwards onto the floor, as he dropped to one knee. A look of fear graced her beautiful face, and he smirked slightly. 'Yes priestess, the time has come. You will beg me to take you.'
He watched as she tried to pull herself away from him, but he grabbed her under her left knee and pulled it. Knocking off her balance as she fell completely back to the ground into the luscious green meadow. He placed his left hand by her head, lingering his body over hers. She still has yet to speak, but that won't be for long. He is a master of sexual prowess, he could make any woman, demoness or human, fall into his every whim.
He ripped open the kimono that hid the rest of her perfect body. Her large breast bouncing at the force, which he stopped immediately. One with his right hand and one with his mouth. Her body tensed up, and he could sense that he almost had her. He twisted her left nipple with his right hand, and bit into her right nipple with his mouth. Suckling it as she tensed up more and more to the feeling. He released her breast from his mouth and used his tongue to trace a line back down her smooth valley he had visited just moments before. He was going to bring her to insanity.
He found what he wanted, her pearl, where she held most of her pleasure at. He still fondled her breast with his right hand as he licked her. Using his other hand to entice all erogenous zones of her body. She arched her back and grabbed his head with her left hand and the earth above her head with her left.
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'What is going on!? This has gone to far?! I want this to stop now! I will stop this foolish demon from having me,' her mind screamed.
"Please… Sessh…Sesshoumaru… take me…"
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Sesshoumaru froze, it was music to his ears, she yearned for him. He smiled as he looked upon her face. Pure horror plastered over her face as she realized her voice had betrayed her. She had lost the game. He did not hesitate to give her what she wanted. He brought his face up to hers, pulling her arms above her head so that she could not change her mind at the last moment. He used his knees to kneel in-between her legs and push apart her thighs. He positioned himself in her and looked her dead in the eyes as he made his first full thrust into her personal sacred temple. She buckled under him, letting out an exasperated breath. It hurt, and both could smell the blood from her broken hymen.
He let her regain her breath before he started to slowly massage her insides. He would be gentle just at first, for the first few strokes, after all it was her first time. That made him release a low growl into his throat. 'Her first time.' It was his, and it secretly turned him on more. He would be gentle no more, he thrusted into her faster and faster. She cooed under him, it was safe for him to release her arms so he could use his as more leverage deeper into her, without her trying to run away.
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'It's too late now, I have secured my spot in hell after my death. I couldn't resist, my body betrayed me, but I can't deny this feeling of immense pleasure that's pulsing through my body.' She couldn't help it. She moaned underneath the Lord. She was his in the moment, and he better relish it. No other man would ever, has ever made her fall so hard. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clawed at his back. She was close and now that he could feel it, he went deeper into her, pressing against her cervix. It wasn't long before they both climaxed together, her body finally releasing her of the sexual binds it had knotted her in.
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They both, fully dressed now, didn't utter one word to each other. Kikyo secured her kimono top, a grave look in her eyes. Inuyasha had processed in her mind, and at times she could have sworn that inwardly she was yearning for the hanyou to be the one inside her. Other times though… she was fully aware it was Sesshoumaru, and her body blissfully accepted that.
Sesshoumaru noticed the disheartening look, and frowned.
"Wipe that look from your face priestess. I have given you the very pleasure you sought out from me. Be grateful I even bothered with a lowly human as yourself." He growled.
With enraged eyes, she shot a glare at him, "Grateful?! Don't fool yourself demon, I did not seek you out for pleasure. Even if death haunted every corner of my very existence, I would not seek out your comfort of sexual intimacy."
"Let's not pretend that I sought you out woman," his voice more aloof than before. With no sign of emotion, fully composed as he always was.
She had enough, "I do not care much for your pride. Listen to me, and listen to me very carefully. I stumbled across a flower that shot its pollen at me. Within seconds I was unable to control my body, and was prisoner to that barbaric feeling that led me to lay with you. I was held captive, and if I was of sound mind I wouldn't have been with the likes of you."
'Flower… I wonder…'
Kikyo took his silence as if he had accepted her explanation, "Now I will excuse myself demon, and you'd be wise to keep your distance from me ever again."
His ears twitched at the utter disgust she emphasized on the word "demon." As if he was a more pathetic existence than humans themselves. As if he was somehow lower than her, and it was her who graced him with her body. 'Feh. Foolish woman.'
"You may lie to yourself all you want, priestess. You will never be above me, and you will never be able to experience pleasure in such a volume as I have gifted to you. You will be plagued by disappointment for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to seek it out from me again."
Kikyo scoffed to herself at his proclamation. How dare he think that she wouldn't be able to find someone better in bed. She didn't bother to waste another second on him. She walked off into the direction she had come from earlier, escaping, yet he find out what was really running through her mind.
Sesshoumaru watched her fade away into the forest, 'Kikyo…'