Sexy, sexy Sesshomeru. What would this world be without you?

Enjoy, you little pervs. ;)

Sesshomeru sniffed the air, taking it all in. The blindfold. The smell of expensive silks. The ropes. The four poster bed he was bound to.

His fangs could be glimpsed behind his amused smile.

"Kagome?" He called.

No response.

His smile widened. "I know you're there, little Miko. I can smell you." His head turned slowly, as if to survey the room behind his blindfold. His nostrils flared and despite himself he felt the first delicious swells of arousal. "So sweet." He whispered. "So tempting. So..." His head snapped around unnervingly and he gave the sudden impression of the wolf with the scent. His smile was back. "Seductive."

His lips caressed the word.

He felt something brush lightly up his bare, muscled stomach and begin to lightly trace his left nipple. He trembled. Was that leather he smelled? This was a new game. His tong darted out and licked the corner of his upper lip. He was going to enjoy this.

Warm breath tickled the shell in his ear and a quick, wet little warmth teased his skin. A shudder broke through his ungodly control. The tight little circles began their routine on his other hardened nipple. His breathing suddenly sounded very loud to his heightened senses.

"Good touch..." The Miko's voice sounded in his ear. "Or bad touch?"

"Good touch." The breathed.

He could hear her smile. "And if I told you this was a riding crop?"

The movement of the horse whip stopped with his breath. A moment of pregnant silence dragged by, broken by Sesshomeru's sudden, barking laugh. "Ahh... Kagome. You bad little girl, you. I just might have to punish you for this little indiscretion."

The whip cracked down hard on the now very prominent bulge standing at attention between his legs and begging to be touched. His hips jerked in surprise, though it didn't hurt, not really. Electricity arced up his spine and it took every ounce of his legendary restraint to keep his firmly anchored back from arching off the bed. He cursed himself for his lack of restraint, only ever brought out by his beautiful little priestess and her new found rambunctious side.

"No." Her throaty whisper slipped through his ears, wrapped around something primitive in his brain, and slide delicate, famine fingers down his spine and touched him somewhere he desperately needed to be touched, caressed, licked, nipped, suckled...

He tilted his head, listened intently, trembled viably. "No." She said again, slowly, sweetly. Her lips caressed the word. Sesshomeru desperately wanted to be caressed by those lips. "I'm the only one who is going to punish tonight." Her lips brushed the tips of his ears, dragged down their length with hot breath. "I'm going to break you, Sesshomeru." His eyes narrowed behind their restraints. "And your going love it." She nipped his earlobe hard enough to feel it, soft enough to please it.

Hot enough to die in it.

"This Sesshomeru does not break." He told the foolish Miko.

"This Kagome will not bend." She told the stubborn Taiyoukai .

His growl ripped through the air, added a hint of real danger. Sesshomeru pulled at the ropes, really pulled at them with his daemon strength like he hadn't before. He was going to break these binds, rip off his blindfold, appear behind her faster than she could comprehend, bind her to this bed, dampen her sight with the flimsy silk covering his eyes. Make her perk little ass red with the bite of the riding crop. But then something unexpected happened.

The ropes actually held.

Sesshomeru gritted his teeth and wrapped his chafed wrists around the ties as many times as their tightness would allow, and twisted, trying to find leverage to break free and ravage the increasingly aroused priestess positively dripping with moisture just a few breaths away. And amazingly, they held. Sesshomeru jerked, twisted, pulled wildly at the only thing standing between him and his sweet release. He finally fell back with a frustrated growl. Kagome's taunting little giggle sounded very near.

"You wouldn't know about this, but that right there is steel/titanium nylon, and it used to hold things far more impressive than a determined Taiyoukai." And there was that light brush of the whip across his exposed chest, down, down to tease his tightly muscled hips, close, so close to where he wanted to be touched. He growled and thrust upward and he swore he could feel the heat of her hand lightly tingle the exposed flesh of his dick before that damned whip smacked down, three quick burns across his chest and one to his barred throat.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She admonished. "Be a good little doggie."

Sesshomeru smiled suddenly, a sneaky little thing, and his teeth gleamed white. "Miko." He taunted. "Is the bed itself as unbreakable as this...nylon you bound me with?"

There was no answer. The daemon's smile widened. His mussels bunched and strained, and the wood of the bed creaked and groaned. He felt the bed shift and he was suddenly presented with the warm weight of Kagome straddling his thighs, a very prominent part of himself engulfed in a very prominent, very moist part of her. He jerked in surprise, and the bedpost creaked in warning. He quickly regained his composure though, and went at it with renewed strength.

He felt the priestess begin to build up a rhythm, rubbing, grinding, but keeping him on the edge, always on the edge. Wood splintered. Springs creaked. Sesshomeru's claws dug deep into the sheets, twisting, writhing, pulling. More wood creaked. Kagome raised herself slightly and reached down under her, grabbing his very prominent member and easing his swollen tip into her waiting pussie.

Kagome arched up, breasts heaving, pupils dilated. Sesshomeru thrust up, close, so, so close to his breaking point. But the waiting heat of Kagome rose up with him, and he stayed firmly only tip deep in rich, slick warmth. More splinters. More creaks. Sesshomeru's breath came quick and hard now. The Miko's whip flashed out and struck him on both sides of his arched hips. Thin, red lines of welts appeared where the device struck, and the tormented daemon wailed in want. In desire. In need.

"Scream for me, dog." She panted. "Scream my name."

Sesshomeru wailed again, like a dog on a leash. There was a great crack as the headboard snapped in half, and his wrists jerked forward, still bound, still restrained, but with a now noticeable sense of destruction to the poor bed.

"Say it." Kagome panted, wanting him inside her, needing him inside her, but holding back, teasing, beckoning, but always out of reach."Please." Sesshomeru begged. "Please." He thrust up, up, and Kagome's hands came down, down and slammed his chest to the bed. Miko energy glowed in her palms, and Sesshomeru arched at the electricity teasing over his skin, and Kagome slammed down and the bed heaved as the Daemon Lord thrust into her. Their gasps were simultaneous and breathless.

Kagome set the pace, rolling, riding him like a hurricane. "Say it." She gasped. "Scream it! Scream my name!" She thrust at a different angle, dragging him deeper, squeezing him tighter. Spilling, flowing, breaking, just on the edge of pleasure so intense. . .

"Kagome!" The Daemon Lord screamed, arched, shuddered. Kagome lightened, came, shuddered down his length. Sesshomeru's chest arched off the bed, and his arms strained and the wood creaked and something else broke in the bed, and his blind head shot forward, stretching his arms and shoulders to their limit, impossibly long. The Daemon's jaw opened and his fangs were long, viscous, deadly, and they sank into the priestess's soft white throat with the ease of a knife going through butter.

Sesshomeru exploded in pleasure at the soft gasp from his lover's mouth reached his ears, and his abdomen clenched and it went on and on and on...

...

Sesshomeru felt the limp girl fall on his now sweat soaked and heaving chest. He felt her go to her throat and touch the still bleeding love bite. She melted into his sculptured physique, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. "Next time," The Lord growled, "It is my turn."

He felt more than herd the barley contained giggles of the Miko as she disentangled herself from him, and the creak of misused springs as she got off the bed. His head followed the sounds of her, a worried frown deepening his brow.

"Kagome?" He asked.

She giggled. "You'll have to catch me first!" The sound of retreating footsteps from their rooms.

"Kagome?" The Daemon yelled. "Kagome! Untie me at once!" Distant laughter.

"At least take off the blindfold!" He shouted.

Ok, I forgot Sesshomeru only had one arm, but I find I like it better this way, so suck it up.

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