Just something that wouldn't leave my mind while studying for finals. Hope you enjoy!
Furious wouldn't express correctly Mad Sweeney's mood. In a moment full of alcohol, violence, and some favours to Grimnir, he lost his coin. Pissed, unlucky and too sober, he headed to Jack's Crocodile Bar. Beer wouldn't solve his problems but it wouldn't make it worse either.
The Leprechaun entered the pub felt something was off. The shit place still smelled like vomit, piss and alcohol, the walls and floor were still stained from God know what, but the place never felt cleaner. He knew for sure none of the usual drunks could be the responsible for the sudden change. Grabbing a beer, he leant against the counter and scanned the place for a new face.
His eyes landed on a black haired beauty in a corner. Clad in tight jeans and white tank top, she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings and Sweeney decided to use the surprise factor to his advantage.
"You don't look like the shitheads that come here, love."
Blue eyes looked up from the map on her hands. She looked at him from head to toes, or what was visible over the table. Her orbs widened and hardened, as if realising something about him. He knew it wasn't possible, not from a simple stare, to know what he was. Unfortunately or not, that human body was his true form in that land.
"Are you deaf? Mute? Or just trying hard to ignore me?" No response.
"Is he bothering you, sweetie? Say the word and he's gone," said Jack as she placed a bottle of beer in front of the woman.
Her eyes softened. "Thank you, ma'am. I'm fine."
"Call if you need anything. I'm watching you, Sweeney."
The woman blatantly ignored him and took a sip of the beverage.
"Is it personal? Are you some kind of man-hater feminist? I don't bite, baby, unless you want me to."
She folded the map and placed it carefully in her lap. Then, she adjusted herself on the chair before finally concentrating on him.
"I have enough experience with people thinking I'm crazy," she said in a low voice. "How can I help you, Mister… Sweeney I think?"
"Mad Sweeney. Call me Sweeney." He picked the hand that was over the table and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. She flushed and retreated her hand but the tingling of his palm and lips didn't leave. It was something he hadn't felt in centuries, a burst of power he met only in a handful humans in this country. He forgot about his lost coin, about Wednesday and Shadow, and focused entirely on the petite woman on the other side of the table. "And yes, you can help me. May I be blessed with your name?"
She giggled. "I don't I can't bless someone with my name but it's Higurashi, Kagome Higurashi. You may call me Kagome."
"You don't look like the scum that comes here."
"Are you calling yourself scum? You look very familiar with the environment." Kagome smiled and drank from the bottle.
Sweeney observed the way her lips pouted before touching the glass. She didn't take her eyes off him but it wasn't the way he was used to women's flirtatious stares. Her piercing gaze bore into his very soul. He licked his lips. She followed the movement of his tongue. His grin grew wider.
Now it was time to dwell on her physical traits. With generous breasts, she had the kind of features that attracted him. Slightly tanned skin, hair so dark it shone in blue tones under the artificial light.
Sweeney never had problems to get women to bed him before but without his lucky charm, he couldn't be so sure. The day couldn't get any worse so he decided to just try his chances. He had nothing to lose anyway. He picked a gold coin from thin air.
Kagome lost the count of times she questioned her own sanity in the past hour. Sure, she had no destination in mind but accepting to give a stranger a ride without even knowing what was his destination was probably the second item on her life threatening actions. The first was unsealing a half-demon while being chased by a youkai. Bad-Decisions should be her middle name.
"Eyes on the road."
"How did you do that thing with the coins? What's the secret?"
"I just grab them from the air. There's no secret."
"But how?"
Sweeney got uncomfortably close, their shoulders and thighs touching. He took her left hand from the steering wheel, placed his much bigger one above hers and dozens of golden coins fell on the palm of her hand.
"From air."
Kagome split her attending between the road and the cold metal on her hand. The coins were heavy, shining, looking brand new, unlike those she saw in museums. Those were perfect pieces, so perfect they couldn't be real.
"Let's assume I believe you. Why aren't you rich?"
"Who said I am not?" She turned and gave him a long stare before turning back to the road. "Maybe I just like to pick rides with pretty girls."
The Miko hates herself for blushing at this cheap flirt, but she was cursed with and attraction for tall, strong men, with unusual hair colour and bad attitude. She met a handful suitors that filled had these characteristics but all of them lacked something she couldn't exactly identify. The fact that she hadn't get laid in a while didn't help.
She mentally listed the pros and cons. He was her type. The possibility of having sex was high. He didn't seem to be trying to use her as a replacement for any dead lover. He could be a psycho but she should have considered that before letting him enter her car. Well, the worse that could happen was an even more sexually frustrated Miko.
Kagome shifted her weight, leaning very slightly against the manly body on her side. The corners of her lips quirked when he did the same.
Dressed only in white robes, Sweeney sat in the king sized bed. When the clerk said only the nuptial room was available, he wondered if his luck has gotten better or worse. Seeing Kagome with damp hair, also wearing only the fluffy robes, her cleavage peeping from it, bent in front of him removing the glass shards that stuck on his neck, he decided that it was definitely an improvement.
She caressed his neck, checking for any remaining shard. She moisturised her lips before moving to his face, stopping only inches from his face. Kagome was chewing her lower lip, her dilated pupils staring straight into his. Her thumb crossed over the bruises on his cheek while she focused on his lips.
Patience wasn't a trait Mad Sweeney was known for so, when the opportunity came, he went for it.
The Leprechaun closed the gap between their faces and bodies, claiming her lips while his hands got to know the round buttocks he had been dying to grab the whole day. He easily lifted and placed her on his lap, straddling his hips. As he expected, she wore nothing under the white robes, he could feel her heat on his bare thighs.
He assaulted her neck while she made a quick work of the knot on his sash. He let the bothering fabric slide down his arms before doing the same to hers.
Kagome has scars he didn't expect in such a delicate and young woman but he would think about those later. Right now a pair of rosy hard nubs poked his chest, begging for the attention the was more than willing to pay.
He flicked his tongue over one, pleased with how rapid her breaths become, before letting his mouth devour it completely. He cupped the other breast, his thumb mimicking the movements of his tongue. Sweeney stopped when he felt a small hand stroking his cock in the same rhythm. His little nymph was as much as eager as him.
As she laid on the bed, arms open, lips parted in a pleased and aroused smile, a foot dancing dangerously close to his crotch without actually touching his shaft, the feeling that he was about to commit a sin crossed his mind. Once again, the air around the room was much cleaner than when they entered, he realised, and a holy aura emanated from her. It got him even more excited. Whatever this woman was, he wanted to find out, but only later. Now his cock needed to buried into her as soon as possible.
He made a quick work with the condom before pulling her to the edge of the bed and positioning his member on her entrance. In a single motion, he was fully inside her cunt. It was a torture but worth waiting until she relaxed. Her legs were locked around his waist and she gave a tentative thrust but Sweeney wasn't one to let her take control over their coupling.
"Not this time, love. Let old Sweeney take care of it. You will be a good girl and enjoy the ride."
He didn't give her time to protest before pulling back and slamming inside again. He lifted her hips to give him more leverage to reach deeper. If her cries and moans were any indications, she liked it rough.
Her nails dug into the skin of his arms, the stinging of the scratches only arousing him more. She was vocal and loud, willing and passionate. He leant over, claiming once again her lips before picking up the pace. She cursed untranslatable things at each thrust.
Her teeth sank into his shoulder to hold back a moan when he hit a particular spot. He hit there again and again until Kagome was only a moaning mess. Her inner walls convulsed as she orgasmed, milking him into completion too. With the last of his strength, he pulled away from her and laid by her side.
She still had her eyes closed, lips parted, chest raising as she slowed the pace of her breathing. Her pleased expression put a smirk on his own face.
Slowly, Kagome opened her blue orbs and took a deep breath before turning to him. "That was, wow, my former partner should take some lessons from you."
"Relationship problems, love? Is that why you are so far from home?"
She shifted on the bed. her bare body now fully turned to him. "Not exactly. I went to college and you can imagine what kind of freaks I met while researching on mythology and the path of religions through colonisation. For my thesis, I got a full scholarship here in America and decide to travel while I wait for it to start. The relationship part is to forget some asshat who cannot move on from a girlfriend but don't mention to his current partner and also don't know that both parts should finish before you turn and sleep."
"Do you have bad experiences at shower sex, too? I can work in that."
"I don't have any but I'm sure you can fix that too."
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