Pairing:Itachi/kagome...Info: [AU, no massacre, things are a bit different he's not pushed as fast] Disclaimer:i don't own Inuyasha or Naruto or any of its characters, nor do i make money from these fanfictions. Warning: Lang, mature content, you should be reading this if your under age! AN:I still didn't beta :p - MPB
Story: Miko and the Heir
Pleasing.
When he had found out that he had an arranged marriage it wasn't all that shocking really. All things in his life had been planned out, taken away from him, he was more or less a tool born for the betterment of the clan. When he was clan head he planned to chance such things, he was a peaceful person by nature, yet he was always forced to do things he did not wish to. Unfortunately he'd been raised to be obedient so like all things he had only nodded stiffly in agreement and that was it. He'd been twelve when he first met her, the oldest Higurashi child, who was technically a Taishou-Higurashi.
Her clan had been dying out, with only her grandfather, and mother left to it, when her mother had become the third wife of the head of the Taishou clan. His first wife not being able to bare more children and so their elders had allowed him to have another, his second having died in childbirth. This was how Sayuri Higurashi became married to the Taishou head, it was a good match as her mother had given them both a male and two females, Souta, Kagome and Rin. Either way, he was being married off to the elder female, someone that had apparently been in his academy classes as she herself was going much faster then the beings their age. Kagome Taishou-Higurashi was one of the only girls that did not lust after him, in fact she went out of her way to not pay attention to him any chance she got.
It was this that had set their relationship, so that years later when it was time for them to wed he was more then a bit worried. Really he didn't want to beat his wife into submission but he would if he had to, only because he had known over the time he'd had to watch her that she was anything but submissive, she did not do anything to please another unless I made her happy. She was also capable of great acts of kindness as well as great acts of cruelty. She lived up to both her father and her mother's expectations, and was said to be a female version of her elder half brother Sesshomaru if and when she wanted to.
He hadn't really seen her much personally over time, so when the wedding came, he had some how forgotten how beautiful she was, how pleasing to the eye she was, but he had not forgotten that she was like any shinobi, more dangerous then they looked. It was a quiet affair, and he and his new bride had gotten through it without much problem, a death threat or two from her male siblings and her father, and kami help him her mother, and they had slipped away as all new couples do. He knew she was supposed to be a virgin, he wouldn't question whether or not she was, he'd find out anyway, but he had been taken aback when she'd begun to undress him.
She'd taken in his questioning glance and blushes prettily, something he would never assume someone like she, someone known as 'Konoha's Black Death' would even be possible of. Looking at her now she looked wide eyed and innocent, someone the seductress. She said to him simply at his questioning glance, "In my clan, the females are taught how to be pleasing. We are told how to act, what to do, and that our husbands will teach us what they like." He had only raised a brow, wondering what she could possibly mean, most ninja families didn't teach their daughters how to do anything of the sort, unless it meant making it easier on him when it came to protecting her.
His answer was quickly given when he found himself full exposed, and her lush full lips wrapped around his now hardening girth. Her tongue played with the slit on the head of his dick, and her hands had found both his thick shaft as well as his balls. He had never felt so much pleasure. Yes, he'd had lovers before but never had he taken the time to allow this, he wasn't so keen on allowing such a part of him in anyone's mouth, but he could agree to do this again with her often if she so wished. He moaned out as she began to bob her head, his over worked hand finding her neat hair and gripping it without care to his ruining of it.
He watched as she sucked, licked and nibbled on him, moaning out low and deep when he seemed to reach the back of her throat and went farther. His free hand found her breast still covered by far too much clothing, but it didn't matter, her large mound was kneaded and tweaked, he was unknowingly making her wet, so very wet at that. Itachi shuddered as his new wife began to go faster, and he knew if she kept this up he'd cum. Seemingly it was as if she had heard his thoughts of felt him stiffen more, she sped up, moaned low causing her throat to vibrate and the clincher, she swallowed on his bulbous head. His seed shot forth being milked as she hadn't stopped and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips into her face lodging himself deeply in her throat.
Finally able to think after minutes of being a bit incoherent, he watched as his bride began to undress, pools of silken fabric laying at her feet. He'd seen her body before, at least the outline. She tended to wear an almost skin tight black suit that reminded him of Gai's green spandex, only her's looked more like dull worn leather, and it was the farthest thing from terrifying like Gai's was. It fit her body like a glove but never before had he seen something so innocent and erotic as her undressing before him. As she got herself more and more unclothed, he couldn't stop his dick from growing hard again, it twitched as if in thought of where it would be shortly. It was like watching a present unwrap itself. A beautiful naked present.
Her body was that of a hardened shinobi, hardly any fat on her being but she was thick in a good way, it looked like he'd be able to find something wonderful to hold on to as he road her into oblivion. He chuckled darkly at the thought. Her breast were large and the perfect size for his hands by the looks, her hips were round flaring out so that he knew she'd be able to give birth with ease. And kami-sama when she finally pulled her hair down from its golden pinned style, long waves of cascading black fell to her waist. Long legs brought her towards him, as she timidly looked at him from beneath long dark lashes, a blush seemingly permanently staining her cheeks.
He was struck then by how innocent she must be, a killer by trade, yet she was unknowing of all that she had done really and all that he would show her. Some dark primal part of him reared up and roared within him that he would be the only one to ever see her or touch her in this way. She was his, and he wanted to prove that to her, possessiveness stole his rational thought. Moving towards her he captured his lips hard and dominating, loving the whimpering moan she gave up at his treatment. He wanted to be gentle but he didn't think he had it in him. He tossed her to the bed then, readying her enough before he plunged home. Her soaping wet heat stretched around his girth, her wailish moan, her walls tightening on him trying to push him out as his hips forced to meet her own.
He took her that night like an Uchiha, dominating her in every way possible. She was a virgin of course, and he would be the only one to teach her anything from here on out. They didn't leave their room for days. And only when he felt he had imprinted on her just how pleasing she was to him did he even let her sleep. The dark hair male lay in their bed with his wife finally able to sleep, her raven head laying on his chest. He had thought so long ago that this would all be a burden but he was looking at it all so differently now, it was rather more pleasing then he had expected it to be. His hand rubbed her back knowing the muscles would be sore. He grinned, he planned to stay in their rooms for a while more yet, but for now he'd sleep, and he'd teach her more later, perhaps if all went well he'd even get his first child soon. A very pleasing thought indeed.