WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS A LEMON. DON'T LIKEY, DON'T READ-Y.
~No words were necessary. A great deal of intelligent thought was lost in the sensations of warm hands tugging at clothing, scorched lips moving hurriedly against their partners', and eventually the smoothness of skin against skin. Silk garments pooled on the grass, abandoned in their owners' passion. ~
Neither party was entirely sure how it happened. But one moment they were intertwined, still standing, the next she was on her back, the grass tickling her bare skin.
Sesshomaru broke the kiss. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. It was intoxicating. His hands crept up the smooth skin of the beautiful creature below him, his nails scraping slightly, making Goosebumps erupt in their wake. It felt like every single one of her nerve endings was on fire, and Sesshomaru was only adding to the flames. She shivered as he returned his mouth to her skin, but rather than seize her lips for another kiss, Sesshomaru began brush his lips over the delicate skin of her neck.
The contact made her flinch. But after a second of reluctance, she tilted her neck, opening it to his kisses. The gesture was submissive—it exposed the most vulnerable place on her body to him. If he wanted, he could tear out her throat; leave her bleeding in the middle of the clearing. He growled, pleased, against her neck before continuing on his quest to kiss every square inch of skin he could reach.
His lips grew more and more insistent as he felt her pulse skyrocket. To his delight (and her embarrassment), small sounds began to rise out of the back of her throat. Her face was flushed from their day of fighting, but now it turned beet red. Mortified, she clamped one of her hands over her mouth in an attempt to keep the sounds from spilling out of her.
Sesshomaru paused and looked up at her face, amused, through his curtain of silver hair. "Don't." he murmured sternly. "I want to hear you." He nipped at the smooth junction of her neck and shoulder for emphasis. She screwed up her face at the sudden sensation, determined to stay silent for as long as she could.
He frowned momentarily before reaching up to remove the small hand digging its nails into his skin on the back of his neck, a blank look on his face. He held the delicate fingers in his much larger one, ceasing his overtures. Silent, he stared into his partner's face. For a very long moment, they stared at each other, confusion clouding her face as time stretched on. He made no movement to suggest that he was going to continue, nor any that would suggest that he was going to leave.
Slowly, she lowered the hand that had been holding back her noises a long moment ago to speak. Her voice was hesitant, speaking what sounded like a dialect of Chinese. "Is something wrong?"
In response he grabbed her other hand, and in a flash had them both pinned above her head in a single one of his own. He tried to mimic her accent, but his Chinese was rather rusty, and her accent was a fairly strange one. He could only hope that she would understand him. Tutting softly, he leaned down to lick the outer shell of her rounded ear. Hungrily, he whispered, "The problem is that you seem insistent on being silent… while I want every demon in a hundred miles to hear you and know who's claimed you." He smirked devilishly as he felt the heat rise in her face again. She had definitely understood that.
Not wishing to spend any more time on words, Sesshomaru's unoccupied hand smoothed over her pale curves as he covered her mouth with another kiss. He couldn't resist tweaking one of the hard, dusky peaks when his unoccupied hand found itself on her chest. Nor could she resist the gasp that resulted. It should have brought her pain, but instead it felt like electricity shooting through her system. Not one to let an opportunity slip by, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, fighting a short battle for dominance between the short pants of their breath.
Sesshomaru won.
His hand continued its wanderings, over the flat surface of her stomach, over the arch of her hip, down a creamy thigh, and lingering a moment before finally slipping between her legs. He gave her lips one last lick before trailing his mouth a similar path, albeit much slower. His strong, open-mouthed kisses (with a few nips thrown in for good measure) left a track of red marks down her neck and chest. There'd be hickeys all over her tomorrow if he continued to have his way.
His thumb rubbed against the wet slit he found at the junction of her thighs, and he couldn't help but smirk briefly against her skin when he her shiver. Now curious about her reactions, he deftly flicked the sensitive nub directly above the area he had last caressed. He was rewarded with a small cry from his demoness as the sudden stimulation made her back arch. A soft chuckle resonated in Sesshomaru's chest, without a doubt he found her responses amusing, but also a major turn on to have her writhing beneath him. She was his.
His mistake was releasing her hands from his grasp. He had every intention of making good on his implied promise of making her scream, but instead he suddenly found himself on his back in the grass, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs.
He had forgotten just how strong his partner was, and was about to pay for it. The pinner was now pinned; his demoness had managed to grab both of his wrists in her hands and had turned the tables. Perhaps with another he would have been angry at the insubordination, but before he could growl at her, he was struck by how completely lovely she looked against the night sky, flushed skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, braid unraveling, while her chest rose and fell with each one of her breaths. She was straddling him across the hips, a small smile on her face.
She leaned down to kiss him, and this time, her tongue won the wrestle for dominance. A low rumble of pleasure rose from his throat; he couldn't get enough of her taste, like ripe plums and the faint remnants of foreign spices. Far too soon, her mouth left his, briefly connected by a glossmar thread. Mischief and lust in her eyes, she kissed down his jaw, and ever-so-slightly brushed her lips against the smooth skin of his neck.
For a brief moment, Sesshomaru seriously considered struggling, throwing this demoness off of him, and asserting his authority over her, but she really had him pinned. And she smelled so good; maybe this wouldn't be too bad if he just let it happen. With a small sigh, he gave in and tilted his head so she could pepper the area with kisses. Now without a doubt, he was hers. He jumped in her grasp when he suddenly felt a small set of teeth bite firmly into the side of his neck, drawing blood, but he made no move to defend himself. He had enough faith in her to trust that she wasn't going to actually kill him, but that didn't stop him from tensing up.
Something warm and wet gently stroked the area where he had been bitten, her tongue. She wasn't going to be the only one with marks tomorrow. He felt one more soft kiss over the spot before she raised her head, grinning.
"You never told me your name." she murmured before lightly kissing the tip of his nose.
"You never told this Sesshomaru your name either." he smirked back before craning his neck so he could kiss her face.
She returned his kiss, and for a moment it seemed like both were going to forget their little conversation.
"You attacked me. What was I supposed to say? Would you introduce yourself to an accoster?" She let out a small "Hmph!" as she kissed his neck firmly before adding "My name is Lein. And it's a pleasure to meet you- Sesshomaru." A dark blush crept up from her neck as she released his hands, instead reaching down to take another appendage of his in hand.
Any thoughts of flipping her over fled when he felt her hand wrap around him. He closed his eyes and moaned as she tentatively stroked him. If this was what it was going to take to mate with her and it felt this good, then Hell yes he was going to deal with it.
Part of Lein couldn't believe that she was doing this, touching a male demon in such a manner, but that part of her was drowned out by the pounding in her chest, and the urge to continue, to mate with this demon named Sesshomaru. She placed a hand on her demon's chest to keep herself from tipping over while she attempted her next move. Carefully, she raised herself up slightly and positioned him directly beneath her entrance. After taking a deep breath to calm herself, she began to lower herself onto him.
He hissed in pleasure as he felt the sheer heat and tightness begin to engulf him. Yes. This was worth it. However, she was taking far too much time. He wanted to be fully sheathed in her now. With this in mind, he grabbed her hips, nails digging into the soft flesh, and he began to push her down. Her nails in turn dug into his chest, drawing blood. The pain of copulating for the first time was certainly there for her. Even if her hymen was long gone due to years of physical training, it still hurt a great deal to be stretched in this new way. Before she knew it, tears had sprung up in her eyes, finally spilling out when she had completely taken him inside.
A large hand wiped away her tears, reassuringly rubbing her cheek in an effort to calm her. Sesshomaru whispered soothing words to her in a mix of Japanese and Chinese, his language skills muddled due to most of his blood being directed to one specific place.
Slowly, the pain faded, although a bit of discomfort lingered in Lein's abdomen. Experimentally, she lifted herself, surprising herself when a very audible moan suddenly spilled from her lips.
Sesshomaru really had been intending to not move and let his demoness take him as she pleased, but hearing her moan like that… There was only so much he could take. He pulled himself into a sitting position, his nails digging into her again. Urgently, he lifted her up and then slammed her back down onto him, delighting in the surprised noise she made.
Lein couldn't have kept herself silent if she tried. The pleasure from what was happening now far surpassed any pain she had felt earlier. There was a knot building in Lein's stomach, egged on by the glorious friction between her and Sesshomaru's bodies.
Then her arms were around his neck, entangled in the mass of silver hair, her hips moving in time with his hands. His breathing became labored as he neared his own release. To think a female could drive him to this point so quickly was unthinkable. But she was too wet, too tight, and the sight of her moaning, becoming unraveled because of what he was doing, it was just too much.
Sesshomaru grit his teeth as felt her clamp down around him as she found her release, but as much as his body would like to be, he wasn't done yet. No, he was going to make sure she was screaming his name all night.
~Nearly three miles away~
Jaken's head snapped up when he heard a faint noise, which was definitely his Master's voice. Was the battle with the trespasser finally coming to an end? He had heard the sounds of fighting all day, making sure to keep Rin out of the way as he had been instructed. The little tyke was tuckered out and fast asleep inside a thick blanket next to the fire. Another noise reached his ears, and this time it certainly wasn't Sesshomaru. A strong wind suddenly carried over the remnants of two distinct scents intertwining.
One, he would know anywhere, Sesshomaru, Lord of the West. The other… Well he would know that anywhere as well, as any other male demon would: the scent of a female demon in heat.
The knowledge of what was actually happening made him blush, and did his best to block out the increasingly loud clamor of the "battle". He was finally about to nod off when a small hand tugged at his sleeve. He grumbled at Rin, the owner of said hand. "What is it now?"
Rin pointed in the directions of the noises. Apparently they were loud enough for even Ningen to pick up on it. "Why is Sesshomaru-sama yelling with someone?" she asked innocently.
Jaken nearly choked, unsure of what he should do. Explain it completely and be killed by Sesshomaru, resurrected, and killed again for telling her such things, or lie and hope the same didn't happen because he messed it up. Or deflect it so Sesshomaru himself would have to do the uncomfortable explaining whenever he came back.
At least with the third option he had a chance to avoid this almost completely.
"I'm not sure, Rin. Why don't you ask him yourself when he comes back?" He shifted uncomfortably, hoping that she wouldn't continue to press the issue in an attempt to satisfy her curiosity.
To his relief, Rin nodded sleepily and curled back up into her blanket.
The noise was decreasing now… Perhaps they were finished? A female scream quickly put an end to that theory. Sighing Jaken prodded at the campfire, he had a feeling that he wasn't going to see Sesshomaru at least until morning.
Jaken guessed correctly.
