The image of her was plaguing his dreams lately. To a point that drove him to an ecstasy, that as he was coming, he always lay awake alone, in soaked black silk sheets with spots of pearly white. He his head trying to free his mind of the single name that rang through his head. Kagome…his brother's miko wench.
He got up from his bed, and went to the window. The different scent that drifted to him from his open window were all foul. The smell of humans were piss and sex, and the same with youkai. It was mating season, and he could smell the spicy scent that the villages used to cover the scent of the virgins.
But there was one. She was sleeping, unprotected, and Kami…aroused. His penis ached with the familiar pain of needing a release. He turned back to his bed, releasing a heavy breath he did not realize he held. He had to masturbate.
He dug hid claws into his penis, moving up and down until the orgasm passed and his seed dripped to the floor. In his bed, he could see her moving around, his shadow lover, rolling around the dark satin sheets, her long hair fanned out and seemed to melt into the covers. Her ivory skin was so smooth as the moonlight drenched her, and the scent of her arousal hit him again.
He started to fall?…for her a couple of months after the battle between the particularly nasty youkai reincarnation of Naraku, when she showed undeniable courage and loyalty, towards her friends and undeserving hanyou brother.
Yokaidro, the name of the reincarnation had wounded her comrades and though he could not believe it, himself. He should not have been so wrapped up in not wanting to take the miko's life in the attack that would have ended the youkai's life. He was hesitant when he should have been, should have taken the leadership when he should have acted. Nevertheless, could not. Why? The reason being that she reminded him too much of Rin, the young orphaned girl that he brought back to life, and unofficially adopted. She was killed by Naraku, and with him being tangled up with other affairs, the demons in charge of the taking of souls, had already sank into the earth to let her ascend into the heavens. Even the Tenseiga could not bring her back to life.
She was the only one who did not fear him, seemed to want to know the real him and not the emotionless lord that he let everyone else see. Behind closed doors, he supposed he did smile for her on the inside, if not out. The young child had opened his cold, once arctic heart, if only slightly, and after those years, he had considered adopting her as his daughter by the ways of the lords. Now, he would never get the chance to show, or tell the young girl how much he wanted her to have what he did not truly have.
A family. The one, well, two, things he was denied. Fate must really hate him. Anytime he would find someone to care for, or who cared for him, they were taken away from him, brutally and dejectedly.
The youkai sneered at the miko in…satisfaction of what? That she was alone and that perhaps defeating her would be an easy task? He smiled , before letting one statement issue forth from his mouth. " Naraku wants you, miko Kagome, as his mate."
The young girl's eyes widen in what was either confusion or disgust, before string an arrow on her bow and releasing, sending a aura of pure blue light flying at his forehead where the power of five Shikon No Tama jewels were embedded to consolidate his diminutive power. She was injured the most out of everyone, but did not acknowledge her lesions, but going to her kit, picking him up and healing him. She repeated the process with all of her friends, then finally turning to him, Sesshomaru.
He growled and threatened her to stay away, but figured him bluffing, and went to him anyway. She cradled his head and held it in her lap, her eyes drifting close like a flutter, as blue sparkles bean to dance across his abrasions, sewing them up, and returning the skin to it's normal state as if no wound was ever there.
He gave her a slow, puzzling look, asking her reason for healing him, and the only thing she answered with those sad eyes before she lost consciousness was, '…because you're my friend….'
He shook his head from the past. Such things were not to be dwelled upon, for they were only things to distract you from the current situation at hand that deserved his full attention. How to get the woman to leave his dreams, and let them return to their standard blood filled dreams he had, instead of the passion filled. Things were different now, he hoped, maybe after their battle the group and he had gotten closer, which meant obviously, he could see her again….
Nevertheless, when he did, what was he to say? That he, Lord Sesshomaru of the Western Lands, was in ardor with a human woman? Idiocy! He was suppose to be courting some demon woman now, he was past his mating period, and his youkai grew more restless with every night he lay in his bed alone. He needed someone to love, someone who loved him as well, and not his status, or the fact that he was the great inuyoukai demon, but because they wanted and chose to be with him.
He threw the covers from around his body to stand up and go through the open window to the balcony. The wind was blowing many scents, most revolting, but one, a single one, which released and cooled his body off from heated dreams. The one that he coveted her for the odd reason being, she had a gentle soul, and loving soul that gave its all and then some. He closed his eyes in remembrance of his past dreams. Some were of him and here in a forest, others by a river, and ones were they were tangled up in the sheets of his bed, the golden sheets like the solid, and affectionate union between them.
Tonight, was the beginning of mating season, and being the fact that he craved her, he feared his youkai would catch him at a weak moment and take over. And for that he may fight fang and nails, to get the woman he wanted, his intended mate. The youkai might take the young girl to the safest place it could find at the current moment, trying and succeeding at overpowering her, will shout, or most likely roar his victory to the heavens.
'Kagome…must you plague my thoughts ever waking and unconscious moments? Will you ever leave me alone?'
His only reply was the true half moon crescent moon that seemed to be his only companion this night. The moon seemed a pure guide, giving hope against the darkness, like pureness against taint. The moon seemed to be an old friend, a bond between them since they both wore the sign of the half moon. This night was the night that, he supposed, he would finally keep what he wanted.
He raced off into the concubine chambers.
She breathed hard, and arched against him, clawing at his flawless skin, and tightening herself around him. " Lord Sesshoumaru." She panted.
" Say it." He grunted as he thrust again. " Say it, bitch."
" Lord Sesshomaru!" She screamed loudly, her walls tightened around him, before he ejaculated. She shuddered in pleasure, trying to regain her breath as Sesshomaru removed himself from her and her bed, wiping himself of his seed. He was walking out the door, just as gloriously naked as he arrived.
" Lord Sesshoumaru did I please you?" She asked quietly, kneading her breast to try to arouse him.
He turned back to her, glancing at the white of his seed, and the stale smell of her sexual juices. " Clean yourself up, Kier." He left the room.
If he'd been listening, he' d hear her say "bastard."