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Never Again
He could do this. He was Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western lands, heir to the Tashio throne, a not so proud half sibling to one idiot half demon, a walking orgasm, and the owner of one very fine ass.
And what a fine ass it is...
So surely this, something that he has seen done thousands of times, should not be difficult. And yet, for all his standings and honors, he was afraid.
He sniffed, not at all liking that he was afraid of something so... Pathetic.
Yet he was not one to lie to himself, and so he admitted he was afraid.
He knew he could do this, he just had to! For many a moon he had spied on her, awed by her presence and beauty. It was a product of unruly humans, and yet he was admiring her build, her curves, and the graceful way she carried herself.
Oh yes...
He had spied on her for many days and nights, until one day, this day, he had swooped down like a bird of prey and snatched her up in his deadly claws, swiftly bringing her to a place that would honor and appreciate her beauty.
He had seen the way his brother's pack treated her, and he would not stand for it any longer.
She deserved better, and that was the truth.
So here he was, gazing down with a fierce light in his eyes, appreciating the picture she made splayed across his bed.
His fingers twitched, such was his desire to run his hands down those enticing curves, but he resisted.
Soon, his mind said, soon.
And so he waited.
To take his mind away from temptation, he moved from her enticing form to the window watching with anticipation as the sun slowly sank below the horizon, and the time when he could claim her as his slowly came until finally...
It was time.
With gentle hands, he picked her up. Making sure not to drop her, he jumped out the windown into the sizable garden the Western palace had to boast.
He set her down slowly, steadying her with his still gentle hands.
Licking his lips, he slowly maneuvered one long leg over her body until he was straddling her. With a deep, but silent, breath, he eased his weight down upon until finally, he was seated.
A flutter of joy erupted in his stomach, which he squashed immediately.
This was only half the battle, now he must actually ride her.
A shiver of excitment went down his spine as he slowly brought his feet up to settle then slowly on the pedals.
And then he rode her.
He rode her with a childish excitment, and he enjoyed it.
Well, until his balloonish pants got caught in the pedals.
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...
But!
This trangression he coule forgive, so he mounted her again and off he rode!
And then his hair got caught, hoplessly tangled in the spokes...
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Unable to untangle himself, Sesshomaru cut his losses, his beautiful hair, and ordered the damned contraption to be torn to bits immediately.
Never again would he indulge his curiosity where Bi-Si-Kles where concerned.
Never again.
How many of you did I fool this time?
Remember, if you have any ideas, let me know, I'd be happy to hear them.
Thanks for reading.
LadySorrow