OMG I asked for 12 reviews as my New Years Resolution...and you guys gave me 22. I seriously couldn't believe it. You guys are seriously THE BEST. # I told myself screw waiting a week, you guys deserve a new chapter, and plus I am seriously having a writers block on Silence of the West right now, so this proved to be a fun distraction.

Just to warn EVERYONE, if you do NOT want to read citrusy, sweaty, horny, goodness, do not proceed. Just wait, unfulfilled, until the next chapter, where possibly less raunchy nonsense MIGHT not happen. Who would have thought juicy smut was so much fun to write. I should have done this years ago! Anyways, please, if heterosexual erotic sexy nonsense totally freaks you out, you REALLY shouldn't read this. For those of you brave enough to venture forward, keep a spare pair of dry panties near by :)


Chapter 7: Demonic Desires

Over the years, I've learned that I am terrible at asking for the things that I want. I always pushed my needs to the back burner, always focused on what everyone else needed. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had a quiet moment to myself.

There was always something. Whether it meant hunting down sacred jewel shards, raising two rambunctious kids, dealing with sick patients, or helping Sango with her own motley brood.

When Shippo had left for the fox demon academy, my heart had literally broke into little pieces. What would I do without him? That same year, Rin decided she would prefer to stay with me all year round. Somehow, a part of me knew she did it for me. Knowing that I would never ask her to.

Because that was who I was. I didn't want to ask the hard questions. Never admitted that I was lonely. Hell, there were days I wouldn't eat because there wasn't enough to go around, so I would just give my share to Rin.

Needless to say I wasn't just bad at admitting that I wanted something. I just plain sucked at it.

But I did want things. I do have needs. I have dreams that I'll probably take with me to the grave. Right now though, the only thing I wanted, was the wet, naked, dog demon in front of me.

I didn't need him. I could live without him. He wasn't my earth and sky….but that didn't stop me from wanting him. I wanted to taste him. Wanted to push his buttons and see how far he'd let me go.

But wanting something and acting on it were two different things.

As I stood there, following a drop of water make its journey from his collarbone, down muscular pecs, and then slowly drop its way into his abs and beyond, I was totally at a loss. Do I just like…attack him? Was it like an all you can eat buffet, or do I just stand here and wait for him to make the first move?

It was easier in the tree. I had been on top of him, and well… if he threw me off at least my death would be quick. This time, this would be all me. He was letting me set the pace, and quite honestly, I didn't even know where to start.

With unsure eyes, I raised my gaze back to his face, taking in the way he had raised his eyebrow, those golden orbs holding some inner joke that I apparently wasn't privy to. Pouting, I decided if this was gonna happen, then I better hop to it before we died of hypothermia. The water wasn't getting any warmer anytime soon.

This was the point of no return. No backing out now. That's right Kagome, time to show him what 21st century knowledge can do! Quite frankly though… I felt as knowledgeable as a caveman at this point.

But I knew what I wanted. And I decided I would start there. I could figure everything else out when I got to that part. With that thought, I grabbed his hips, found the trail of water I had been watching, and slowly followed the path back up with my tongue.

I could feel him shiver at my touch, his muscles contracted in the most delightful way under my fingertips, and something deep inside of me burned. If this was my gift from god for being patient all these years, I would accept it graciously. Hell, I'd never ask for another thing again for the rest of my life.

But at the moment, just this once, I didn't want to be patient. I didn't want to ask permission. And I most certainly didn't want to stop.

Every time my tongue made contact with his skin, I could feel just the slightest burn of his demonic energy. It felt hot and seductive, as if I was eating something I wasn't suppose to. The very thought made my thighs clench.

Throughout my exploration, Sesshomaru had remained still, barely breathing as I made my slow detailed journey up his body. The moment my lips touched his though, the kid gloves were off. His grip was almost bruising as he grabbed my hips and lifted me up, those devilish lips eating me up.

I didn't think as I wrapped my legs around his waist, the cold air suddenly too much for my sensitive body. When my bottom made contact with the flat surface of a large rock however, I couldn't help but pull slightly away, just enough to gasp against his lips when sneaky fingers found their way to my breast, his other hand massaging fistfuls of my bottom.

"Kagome." My name shouldn't make me tremble. It shouldn't make my back arch in his grip. But the way he said it, the sound of it from his lips, the fact that I had never once heard him say it, had me desperate to make him say it again.

So he knows my name after all…

Unfortunately, I wasn't quite willing to let go of his lips long enough to give him the chance. So instead, I pulled him closer to me with my legs, and rocked against him, more than willing to reward him.

I loved the way I could feel the vibrations of his growl starting between my legs before working its way up into his chest. The sensation was absolutely incredible, and I couldn't resist pushing one of my hands against his chest, enjoying the tingling sensation it caused.

"Your lord requires his favor." his voice rumbled, his fangs pricking against my neck. Somehow, his teeth didn't scare me. I didn't give a second thought to tilting my head to the side, letting him have free range of it.

I could only hum in answer to him, not particularly caring what favor he asked for, as long as he kept doing what he was doing.

"Tonight, your lord will make you pay in full for your tricks last night. You will beg until you are screaming, and still I will not satisfy you. I will take my pleasure and leave you shaking with need until I deem you well punished."

Ummm… yeah no. Blinking, I grabbed his hair and pulled until his eyes met mine. They only glimmered with promise, and something about them had me shivering. What happened to the whole going at my pace thing?

"This will teach you to become more…confident in asking for what you want. I promised I would teach you no?" I could only gape at him, barely comprehending what exactly he meant before his mouth seized my own and slowly devoured me.

A part of me knew I should speak up. Inform him that I was in no way up for sexual torture, maybe even apologize for leaving his balls blue all day. But as my back touched against a wet hard surface of the rock, I knew the time for apologies had already gone. Sesshomaru was on a mission, and all I could do was lay back and enjoy the ride.

All my thoughts faded away when his mouth slowly moved to my neck, his hand gripping my thighs and slowly pulling them from his waist to set my feet on either side of him. I shifted nervously, feeling completely exposed in a way I had never imagined.

A sharp nip to my breast had me gasping, my body image suddenly the last thing on my mind. And then there was fire. Sweet, sensitive burning flesh.

"What did you do?!" I couldn't stop my voice from squeaking, barely able to comprehend past the point that my nipples felt so sensitive I could barely stand it.

"Mmmm priestess, you of all people should know that poison has many different properties. When dosed just right…" a quick nip to my navel, "it can cause just as much pleasure as it can pain."

A part of me should be horrified that he had just poisoned me. Honestly, the idea of it had long since stopped bothering me. I poisoned myself on a regular basis to try to learn different methods of using herbs. In fact, in the beginning, it was Sesshomaru who would usually have to come up with an antidote for my stupidity.

No, I wasn't scared. If I trusted anyone to poison me "just right" it was him. I liked how his eyes shown with pride as I relaxed, my thighs clenching against him in encouragement. Some people got off on the whole candles and hot wax thing. We did poison. Who would have guessed.

I could feel my breathing hitch as he nipped at my thighs, the sweet burning sensation making me shift with a strange need. I could feel my spiritual energy wake up underneath my skin, as if trying to fight off the foreign sensations he was causing. It only made them stronger.

Suddenly his hands were on the back of my knees, and with a start, I was spread wide in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Before I could do more then make an indignant sound, his face was between my legs and something wet and firm licked my core.

"Ahhh! Wait!," crying didn't stop him, I wasn't exactly sure if I WANTED to stop him. Only that the burning sensation was becoming so strong that I wasn't sure if I should ask him to stop or to keep going.

What I wanted didn't really seem to matter anymore anyways. His tongue pressed against me with just enough pressure that I was practically bucking with all my strength, but nothing seem to get him to lessen his tight grip on me.

Teasing nips were made to my nub, before tenderly being licked away. I couldn't even determine anymore if the pleasure was coming from his poison, or from the sweetness of his touches. I reached desperate hands out to him, unsure if I wanted to pull him away or push him closer, just knowing I needed him to do SOMETHING.

Realizing he wouldn't let me hold him, I clasped my hands over my mouth, trying to stifle the noise that seemed to be screaming out of me. Apparently, he didn't like that either, because the sweet torturous bliss ended.

Watching his strong arms brace his body above me, his hair curtaining around us, I knew I would do anything he wanted tonight. Virginity be damned, there was no way anything his body did to me could possibly be considered bad.

I could only hope that when he was done with me, I'd still have some brain cells left.

A slow lazy smirk made its way on his face, his eyes shining with such devious intent that it had the muscles in my belly clenching tight.

That tongue, that had just done things I didn't realize was even possible, was lightly tracing my lips, my essence still coating them. When I opened my mouth slightly to him, he was on me, his tongue and teeth clashing with mine with such furious passion that I could feel myself drowning with need.

I tried to stop myself from begging him to touch me down there again. Tried to hold out, but when his fingers found my nipples again I became a bucking mess.

"Turn around," he grumbled, his hot breath teasing my ear. If my brain wasn't such a foggy maze, I would have been a little less willing to follow with whatever nefarious plot he had in mind.

I could only roll over, my thighs feeling like jello from his overzealous nips and the stifling need that was slowly driving me insane. He slowly guided my ass in the air, spread my legs, his claws tweaking my breasts in a way that had me arching to his touch.

I could feel my own hot liquid oozing down my thigh, knew I should be embarrassed, but god if he left me here I think I might just die from the cruelty of it all.

I felt him nip a cheek…and then the other. I couldn't stop myself from bucking into it, tears filling my eyes as his fingers brushed my core, the new position making me so sensitive that even my nipples touching against the wet rock had my body convulsing.

"Sesshomaru!" Stop teasing! Touch me! Dammit do something before I kill you!

He only chuckled, hearing my unspoken need but ignoring it.

"Okay! I get it! I'll never ever leave you hanging ever again. Please just DO SOMETHING!" I screamed, slowly becoming delirious. If he didn't do something in the next five seconds, contract be damned, I was gonna purify his ass and leave only the parts I wanted unscathed.

My dark thoughts were interrupted by his voice, his baritone rough and amused as he watched me twitch and wreath while he sat back and watched.

"What do you think this Sesshomaru had to do to quench the need you caused in me hmm little priestess? What do you think this Sesshomaru wants you to do?" It took a moment to wrap my head around his meaning, and when I did, I could feel my face flush ten shades of red.

Was he saying that he… masturbated? Because of me? The thought had me arching with a groan, something about the visual of it making me feel powerful in a purely feminine way.

His tongue was on me again, licking my core with a slurp so loud, it had me falling on my face screaming.

"Pay attention." he quipped, before smacking my butt with just enough bite I had to dig my knees into the rock to keep myself from falling again.

"Your lord is asking something of you. Disobey and you will not enjoy the…outcome," his voice had to be sin. I could barely breathe, my breaths coming out in short hot pants. Some deep instinct of mine knew I probably couldn't handle anymore of his poison. Could barely handle the sound of his voice without bucking like a needy animal.

Instead, I focused on his words. He was asking me to do something. What was it again?

With shaking fingers, I balanced myself on one hand, the other slowly sliding over the fingers pinching my breast. Grabbing his hand, I forced him to knead my breast in a way that made my legs tremble, his tongue rewarding me with a slow lick against my slick walls, causing my head to go fuzzy all over again.

Soon my fingers were reaching lower, my legs spreading wider as my finger rubbed against something that made me gasp.

"None of that," he chided, his hand wrapping around mine, forcing my finger to dig deeper into my hot wet core. I couldn't stop myself from crying out, loving that I finally was going to get some form of release.

I twisted and curled my finger, my bent over position feeling even more incredible than it had last night. I could feel him watching me, his tongue occasionally licking my palm as juices collected upon it.

Feeling courageous and bold, I didn't need to be told this time to add a second finger. That particular visual had him groaning with need, and suddenly, I desperately wanted to see him.

The moment I saw his face though, I wish I hadn't. His eyes were blazing fire, red mixing with gold watching me with the hungry need of a predator. If I weren't already on my knees, his look would have sent me there. I could feel my need twisting into a tight ball, my orgasm so close I could practically touch it.

And then I couldn't.

My fingers were pulled out of me despite my cries, I even tried kicking him away, nothing I did would cause even the slightest sympathy in him. For the first time in years, I truly thought of him as a demon beyond redemption.

I practically foamed at the mouth as his body pressed down on mine, forcing me against the rock, his knees pinning mine as his hands trapped my wrists.

"Whyyyyy," my keening didn't seem to work either. I knew why. He had told me this would be my punishment. Somehow, a part of me had hoped that if I had put on a good enough show, he would forget about it, but as I felt his hard pulsing member against the small of my back, I knew there was no way he would forget.

Note to self. Never piss him off. EVER. It wasn't worth it. That tiny victory from yesterday. NOT FREAKING WORTH IT!

His tongue on my neck had me stretching like a pleased kitten, his large hands splaying against my thighs had my brain having an inner meltdown. He was so close. Yet determined to stay so far.

"I already know your games priestess. If you want your release, you will need to give me mine first. Apparently, no one ever taught you how to share. Now you must learn the hard way." I huffed, knowing I should have expected this.

"Haven't you ever heard of ladies first?" I muttered, clearly irritated. He only chortled, clearly amused at my sarcasm.

"I don't recall ladies being well known for shoving their rear in the air like a bitch in heat. Perhaps you are mistaken." If I hadn't shed my dignity ten minutes ago, I'd be chewing him out. Instead all I could do was make a slow satisfied smile while shifting slightly so I could face him.

"What can I say. I'm a woman who knows what she wants." His tongue was in my mouth faster than I could blink, his fingers roughing pulling my hair just enough to stretch my body against him. His mouth was addicting, his scent taking on this musky smell, or maybe that was me. At this point I couldn't think further than getting my fix of him. Finally, I was able to twist enough to wrap my arms around him, loving how his demonic aura pulsed against me like a racing heart beat.

I began exploring with one of my hands, slowly tracing muscular biceps, his chest, his firm abdomen, before finally finding the thick curls that hid exactly what I was seeking. His surprised grunt when I gripped him honestly would have made my day, if not for the fact that I was still feeling a little…unfulfilled.

But I suppose I could help him with his not so little problem. The satisfied rumbling in his chest told me I was off to a good start.

I had never touched a man like this before. He felt like velvety steel. He was thick, and had just the right amount of length to even it out. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that his penis was perfect, just like the rest of him. It was an obnoxious thought.

Taking a deep breath, I rolled on top of him, pushing him firmly against the rock, my hand still gripping him, my thumb teasing the top. I loved how he narrowed his eyes, his markings practically a blood red. I couldn't fight the need to bend down and nip at that pale neck, loving how he bucked against my hand.

Another note: Sesshomaru does not like being treated gently.

With that thought, I bit the tip of his ear and tugged, shuddering at his savage growl, his claws digging in to my hips, his whole body practically purring. Thankfully for Sesshomaru, I was a person who was always willing to put others before myself.

With that thought, I started making firm movements up and down his cock, loving the way his hard mask started to crack, how that perfect face was now panting for me, his eyes liquid fire as I sped up the pace.

With just the barest spark of my spiritual energy, I traced the tip of his leaking member, his eyes widening in shock at the pleasured pain. His expression made my toes curl, and I wanted more of it.

As I pushed down against his hips in my attempt to push him down, I noticed darkened stripes against his hip bones. Not being able to resist, I crawled down his body, before scraping my teeth again his left marking, my hand still working on my prize.

I honestly didn't know it was sensitive. Or that he would cum all over my hair…

I could only blink, just staring as he tried to regain some semblance of control. He just…my hair…gross. I knew men … had semen but…was it always so messy? I wasn't sure whether to laugh or dive head first into the river.

Wouldn't that like…insult his male pride or something. Taking a peek at his face though told me that he was just as amused as I was mortified.

"You might want to wash that before it dries…" Lets just say he didn't need to tell me twice.

As I washed my hair, I couldn't help but watch him from the corner of my eye. He seemed perfectly content to lay stretched out on his patch of rock, his arms pillowed underneath his head, his body now glistening with water and moonlight.

Deciding there wasn't much else I could do without my soaps and makeshift shampoo, I swam back over to him, loving the lazy smugness on his face.

"So have I been punished enough?" I teased, gently combing his gorgeous hair away from his face with my fingers. He made a humming noise, barely paying me any head as he enjoyed my gentle scraping at his scalp.

I rolled my eyes, deciding not to worry too much about it. Apparently he was in doggy heaven. Hopefully he remembered that when he got me all worked up later.

"Your punishment was…satisfactory." I raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to continue. His smirk was positively evil.

"I said I would give you release. I never said when." Yup. Definitely not my earth and sky. The look on his smug face when I splashed water on him was absolutely priceless.

It took about five minutes to convince my body that staying in the water was not an option, but my limbs felt so weak, all I could do was crawl on top of his abnormally warm body and curl into his side.

It was nice, to just lay there. He smelled so good, I could just lay here for the rest of my life. I couldn't help but wonder how someone like me…could be with someone like him. Didn't he have women chasing after him in droves.

So what was my role in all this?

"Sesshomaru…can I ask you something." his answer was only to nuzzle the top of my hair, seeming content to just relax.

"Well its just… well I know you said that this is just a debt but well, I guess I'm just wondering if you wanted to sleep with me, why didn't you just ask me?" I waited for the denial, his scoffing laugh at ever wanting anything from a human. It never came.

"I never had permission." his words were confusing. How could I give permission if he had never asked? But as I watched the faraway look in his face, I realized, it wasn't my permission he had been trying to get.

"Inuyasha's?" I asked quietly, not sure how I felt about it. He didn't say anything. In a way, he didn't have to. Inuyasha had always been over protective. As the years went on, it only seemed to get worse.

There had never been anything romantic behind it. It was more like…he felt like he had to. It had made things tense whenever Sesshomaru would visit.

"You don't seem like the type to ask you brother for permission for anything. Let alone for a woman," I tried to keep the bitterness out of my voice. Judging by his expression, I had failed…pathetically.

"It is our way. You are his pack, these lands are under his protection. It would be dishonorable to seek pleasure from you, when I did not have your alpha's permission." A part of me wanted to scream that the only one who could give that permission was me, but I knew it would go ignored. There was demon tradition at work here, and I knew nothing I said would change it.

"If you didn't have his permission, why would you offer me that debt? Wouldn't that be considered just as dishonorable?" Hell wouldn't that be worse than a night of consensual sex?

"He left. He gave up his pack rights to you and the rest of the village with his foolish decision." Suddenly, I remembered when I had asked him why he wanted me. When he had said because I was Inuyasha's, I had been so righteously angry and put out.

Now, what he said suddenly made more sense. I was under Inuyasha's pack rights. Sesshomaru couldn't have me even if he wanted to, because his sense of honor would never allow him to touch someone whose alpha had not given consent.

"Why didn't you just ask him for his consent." Surely Inuyasha would have seen how I had looked at his brother all these years. How I would listen to every story Rin spoke of about her handsome demon lord. He must have known…

"This Sesshomaru did ask. On several occasions." What should have been a romantic confession, left only a bitter feeling in my heart. I could only sit up and stare at the dark abyss of the water around me.

He had asked? And Inuyasha had said no…not once. Not twice. But SEVERAL times. The hurt and confusion roared inside of me.

For years, YEARS, I had felt lonely. Felt like I could never escape the grasp of this village, the weight of all the villagers resting on my shoulders. It had been a burden I had been willing to bare.

After all, the well was sealed, my friends were here, my home was here. The idea of leaving all these wonderful people without any other healer nearby went against everything I stood for. But still… I was still a woman. Still had needs. Still wanted to be wanted…

"Did he ever say why?" Did it even matter?

"Indeed. He said I did not deserve you." My lips couldn't help but twitch upward. That was so typically Inuyasha.


Well that was a strange ending. How Inuyasha tied into all this has honestly been on my mind since the moment I started this story. I can't help but share in Kagome's righteous anger, but at the same time, see it from Inuyasha's point of view. A part of me has that feminine indignation towards the idea of any man deciding what or who is best for her. At the same time, she is his best friend, and the idea of any man seeing her as just a bedmate and nothing more... more than being an alpha, I feel like he was trying to look out for her as a friend. But in typical Inuyasha fashion, he keeps all of this to himself, never even asking Kagome what she thought or how she wanted to approach how Sesshomaru felt. It just makes me want to scream. I think though, this will come down to how Sesshomaru asked and how Inuyasha answered. I guess we will just see how this all turns out later in the story.

Writing that smut scene was actually really hard. The part with Kagome was easy. but the more I wrote it, the more I was like O.O why am I writing my slutty ass thoughts for other people to read? I should tone this down! But decided in the end that a relationship with Sesshomaru is messy, savage, and if this story is about all the "favors" kagome is going to provide, I should probably get over being too prude to write them.

So please bare with me as I continue this journey! If you have an recommendations, I am all ears.