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Chapter 8
Situation
She lashed onto his neck and sucked leaving a red spot in his otherwise pale skin. He didn't particularly care as he once more thrust forward and hit home. As he moved faster, she eventually had to let go of that spot in his neck and throw her head back as she moaned. She had long forgotten anything else but the pleasure of his big body over hers, entering her rashly and fast. His slight red tinted eyes didn't scare her. If she was truthful, it turned her on. But there was no way that she was letting him know. Him being Sesshoumaru, he would probably make his eyes change back to the usual blood heating gold. Kagome like the honey colored eyes, and would probably associate the red ones with Inuyasha in his demon state. But in this particular case, having Sesshoumaru seem like he was losing control, just made things more exciting. Somehow, having sex with such a wild creature was what really turned her on. It was beside the point to think that it could be dangerous to her. It was that possibility for danger that made things so exhilarating.
Unable to move as she wished since she was under him and being completely at his mercy, Kagome used her muscles to clasp him inside her. A growl was her answer as she used the oncoming orgasm to squeeze harder and motivate the demon more. His jerking but still fast moves hit a very sweet spot that made her see a bit of heaven, but she wanted more. Using her legs to pull him closer, there was little space left between the two as he pounded into her with unseen speed. His pubic hair slightly gracing the bundle of nerves hidden in her glittering folds made electricity run up and down her back and her clung harder at him. She was unable to talk or think coherently as the blinding lights went off right behind eyes and a scream of fulfillment left her tired lips. Her clamping walls held him inside with unknown strength. He was unable to still his body from coming as the same effects wracked his body into completion.
His eyes slightly dazed as he closed them and pressed his forehead to her shoulder trying to regain back the control he had let go. Breathing deeply and once more portraying the mask of indifference, he pulled himself out of her and moved away. Somewhere during the last three hours he had lost his clothing, but he didn't care that he was completely naked in a forest with some pestering humans walking right next to a barrier he had been force to erect to avoid detection. Feeling the control he had lacked before return to him, he went to pick up his discarded clothing and get dressed. As before, he had nothing else to do there.
Kagome, however, didn't think like him. Her clothes were ripped when, in a need to have flesh against flesh, he pulled it off her body. Her underwear didn't make it to the first minute. She was naked like the day she was born and he was just going to walk out on her as if she was yesterday's news. Simply put, he couldn't be doing that to her. She understood that he was all powerful and that people did what he told them to do. She was fine with that and she certainly didn't care. But the repercussions of their tryst in the forest were too much to ignore, even by him.
"Where are you going?" she asked him when he was done and walking away from her. He stopped but didn't turn around to answer her. "You can't leave me here," she told him. Nothing indicated that she was going to cry, but the begging part was somewhat present. Slightly turning around so that she could see his face, he lifted a questioning eyebrow.
"Your friends are looking for you," he stated not knowing where this was going. The woman knew how he was. What, in Kami's name, had made her call to him when he was leaving?
"Exactly."
"I was under the impression you would want to return to them." He was standing right in front of her by then, looking into her soulful blue eyes.
"I do, but," she stopped, collecting the wayward thoughts, "things wouldn't go well if Inuyasha smelled this."
"You hide it from him." Another statement that he really didn't know how it made him feel. He had thought that the priestess and the half-demon were in a relationship, and the lack of a mating mark meant that the half-breed was not serious and the priestess wasn't either since she hadn't demanded the right to mate him. No big deal, it happened all the time. While priestesses acted as pure beings in the eyes of their society, they were whores that lay with a male when the need arose. They tried to not get pregnant because then things became more complicated. To them, an offspring meant that their status as a doer of good had been ripped from their hands. At the same time, mating to a demon was also very frowned up, more so than getting pregnant and not knowing who the father was. However, this priestess was a strange one and she seemed to like Inuyasha more than the previous one had. So, he had been somewhat surprise to find that he had been the first one to touch her, but at the same time, he didn't worry. It only meant that his brother was going to be second and not vice versa. He had seen the way Inuyasha protected the priestess and now it led him to believe that the half-demon felt for her more than he let on. The idiot was probably anxiously waiting the day the once innocent priestess would give herself to him. However, he felt things were getting complicated and fast. His brother not knowing meant that the girl cared for him and didn't want him to know that she wasn't pure anymore. Her actions screamed shame and deceit. It made him feel like the dishonorable secret that had to be hidden and he didn't like the feeling at all. His iced heart beat frantically in his chest as several emotions just flew out of the sac in which he had them imprisoned. Jealousy, anger, hate and even self-recrimination. Sesshoumaru didn't like them at all and didn't know how to react to them. Besides, he should not care.
"Yes," was the reply he didn't really expect. "There are many things in play and getting Inuyasha angry would be disastrous."
"What do you mean?" It was the first question he dared to ask, truly not knowing the answer and not demanding one for the first time.
"Inuyasha protects me and if he found that his Ice Prick of a brother just bedded his best friend he would go into a rage and want vengeance. I'm not even going to imply that you would lose to him. Bottom line is that I don't have the luxury of letting Inuyasha die at your hand or any other. I need his help to collect the Jewel shards."
"So you're using him"
"No, we are helping each other," she told him looking at him in the eyes. "He wanted the jewel. I can find its shards for him as long as he protects me. Although he no longer wishes for the Jewel, he wants revenge against the half-demon that killed his previous love for it."
"Hn" he had been right, she was hiding him. Even then, what she said was also true. It was obvious that he didn't care enough to actually see into the workings of his half-brother's group. He knew of the jewel, had used one shard once, had known his brother's group was hunting the shards and that they continue to hunt them. The reasons behind it elude him and he couldn't find it in himself to care unless it directly affected him.
Naraku affected him. The half-demon was like a plague that spread over the country but there was no way to stop. Said plague was ingenious, hiding in the most unexpected places, knowing each of his enemy's weakness. The only thing through which they were able to track him down was the shards and they needed a priestess for that. A dead priestess was of no use to anybody and Inuyasha did his work rather well even if Kagome was kidnapped once in a while. Sesshoumaru, however, wasn't willing to take over his brother's group if he had to kill him. One little human was enough for him. Bedding one that he didn't need to look after was also fine, but that was the limit. "Follow me."
He knew when he was beat. If Inuyasha found out about their relationship –if it could be called that– and died, Naraku would have the advantage. Sesshoumaru might be willing to do a lot of things but giving the advantage to the enemy wasn't one of them. However, this also put a question to their actions. Would Sesshoumaru and Kagome be willing to do it again if they had another opportunity? In the demon's case was an unknown. He had to admit that he liked the human. She was a hellcat in bed –or more like grass and any other surface- and he had never found such a complementing partner as her. In spite of her humanity, Sesshoumaru didn't know if he was willing to let her go just yet. Kagome, on the other hand, was on a guilty trip. She knew Inuyasha went to Kikyo all the time but it just didn't feel the same to her. Still, her id and body had deserted her long ago. While her ego tried to keep her in control, the desire for Sesshoumaru's body was just too much to handle specially when he was that close. Because of this, her moral code came into play. It wasn't like she had been planning to wait until marriage to have sex but she had hoped to at least like the guy. The demon in front of her didn't fall into the likeable category. Desirable, absolutely, but with that iceberg personality of his, it was hard to like him let alone love him. Not that Kagome thought he was capable of loving her back. It was obvious that she wasn't marrying him but now she was his fuck buddy. For how long was beyond her. What she did want to know was, now that she belonged to his 'circle', what was expected of her? She was not, in any way, going to do a repeat performance with a complete stranger. Not even with someone she knew. She wasn't making the same mistake twice. Her id be damned, she just wasn't whore material.
Following the demon into the forest, naked as the day she was born, Kagome was led to a river. The water seemed cold but she didn't care. As she had said before, there were things that needed to be done to avoid disaster. Cooling her body down was one of them. Forget Inuyasha and the group, she was having a problem. Apparently, just seeing Sesshoumaru was enough to make wet.
Sango was beyond worried and very close to panicking. Kagome had been gone for more than three hours and it was almost night. If her friend didn't appear right about then, a half-demon was going to get it. He didn't know how dangerous the forest of the West was to humans. Hell, she had just heard stories but they were closer to those horror movies that Kagome talked about once.
"Sango," called Miroku, "I hear something by the water."
The slayer perked her head up as she hoped it was Kagome. She knew the priestess' need for water was unrealistic and it made her wonder sometimes if she was a sprite instead of a priestess.
"I'll go first and check. You stay here," ordered the demon slayer. If it was Kagome, she didn't want the pervert to see her naked.
"But Sango, what if you need help?" The intention was obvious; however, it didn't go with the innocent face the monk was portraying.
Clenching her teeth in order to calm herself, she hoisted up Hiraikotsu menacingly making the monk take a step back. A dark look sent his way had him laughing in fear. "I'll call you," she said before disappearing toward the river.
Minutes later, Sango was back barking orders that Miroku was hard pressed on following. She seemed angrier than before but it didn't stop him from asking what the hell was going on.
"Kagome is there alright," she told him. "It seems she was attacked by a demon and she managed to kill it but not before her clothes was destroyed."
"Maybe I should see her. She might need the comfort I could bring," said Miroku heading toward the river.
"Monk, if you give another step in that direction you won't wake up 'til tomorrow," said the slayer low and dangerous.
"My dear Sango, don't be jealous, I'm just helping a friend in need," with a charming smile that he hoped swayed the unbending demon slayer, he looked her way. The look he receive was exactly what he knew was going to be, jealousy and indignation at his actions giving the irate slayer a pink tint in her cheeks.
"Go get her bag," she told him. "Now, monk," and she turned back toward the river. Stopping suddenly, her eyes twitched as Hiraikotsu banged into the monk's head leaving unconscious. "He never learns," said Sango as she made her way toward camp. Now that the monk couldn't do it, she had to get some clothes for Kagome.
