"Wow…"

Her awed whisper really wasn't supposed to come out like that, but, given that the little miko had never seen anything so magnificently male in her entire life, it couldn't be helped. It wasn't like she was new to seeing a male's body. She had even seen Inuyasha without his shirt many times as the hanyou seemed to have a knack for getting himself injured in the many, many fights that he liked to start almost as much as he liked to finish. But she was damn sure that Inuyasha's well defined body held nothing even remotely comparable on this Adonis.

'Make that Ab-donis,' she corrected in her mind as her hands traveled across the sculpted muscles rippling Sesshomaru's stomach, each rise and fall of her appreciative fingers causing the tight coil of desire within her to clench even more. 'I've heard of a six-pack,' she mused silently, 'but eight?' She shrugged off that thought though, attributing it to demons, or dogs, or simply something only attainable by Sesshomaru, and moved her hands to splay out across his stomach, pushing his silk garment back even further to reveal more of his glorious musculature. She found, with a joyous shiver of delight, that the serratus muscles really did feel like the serrated edge of a large saw when given the proper definition.

Her hands continued slipping upwards, finally finding their way to trace along the deep depression formed just below the rise of his ample pecs, which rose in steady, hypnotizing motions with each intake of air into his lungs. For a moment, a random thought popped into her head, telling her that it was very likely Sesshomaru had bigger breasts than her, only that his were hard, and sculpted, and quivered slightly under her fingers as his body shifted with his steady draughts of air. She was also pretty sure that the dark peaks of his nipples were made with no more purpose than to drive girls out of their mind with the compulsive need to take them into their mouth and bite. Hard.

And though the little miko did realize that her line of thought was likely not very intelligent, that didn't stop her from giving in to the temptation to do exactly what her foggy mind was telling her to do. As her hands slipped up over his broad shoulders, pushing away the rest of the silk covering his upper body, Kagome leaned into his chest, catching one of the overly-tempting peaks in her hot, eager mouth. After swirling her tongue around it for a moment to rise the delicate piece of flesh to the occasion, she clamped down on it with her teeth, reveling in the fact that though his flesh gave way slightly beneath the force of her jaw she did not have to suppress anything against this man because he was not a man at all, and the strength of his youkai blood would never allow such treatment to bring him harm.

A startled yelp was pulled from Sesshomaru at the little bitch's bold move, followed immediately by a low, rumbling growl of displeasure both at the bitch for biting him and at himself for being so fucking weak that he had actually yelped. It wasn't like it really hurt or anything, it was just that her hot mouth wrapping around the sensitive region and the soft stroking of her tongue combined with the feathery motions of her delicate fingers had had him so completely distracted that, for a moment, he had forgotten that he was supposed to be fighting against the sensations produced by her touch.

He just couldn't help it. He had never been touched with such softness, never felt the wake of hot pleasure that was left on his skin after every motion of her hand. Her touch was tender, so soft that it felt like rose petals dragging across his skin; but at the same time it was hungry, tracing every inch of him as though she could consume him. Never had he allowed a female to touch him in such a way. But then, never had any bitch dared to challenge him the way this little miko had, never had they dared to give him an order as such or refuse to back down when forced to submit.

Still, she had bitten him. Did she not realize what that meant? No. Apparently not judging by the light giggles she was releasing and they way she pulled herself closer to rest her upper body against him and take pleasure in the way his chest vibrated his displeasure. But no matter that she didn't understand the implications of what she was doing; the bitch was misbehaving by putting her teeth against his skin in such a way.

So, to set her in line and gain a little retribution, Sesshomaru allowed his tail to curl behind the little miko, coiling it tightly before snapping it forward and delivering a hard crack against the lush curve of her backside. The miko instantly stiffened at the contact, but then, to his extreme surprise, released another bout of light giggles before latching her mouth onto him once again, and again biting down with her blunted human teeth, tugging playfully as her tongue continued to dance across his sensitive flesh.

Sesshomaru looked down at the crown of raven hair burrowing against his chest, one eyebrow lifting in curiosity. This, he decided, was no human, she wasn't even a miko or a bitch for that matter; no, this little female was a devil in disguise…though another flick of her hot tongue against his skin and the slipping of her little hands down the curve of his back, stopping only when she had a firm hold of his ass, had him biting back a groan of pleasure as well as wondering if where she came from angels had horns.

Kagome may not have had horns, but she was certainly feeling wicked. Sesshomaru's little reprimand against her had done nothing in the way that it was intended. Actually, for the little miko, the sharp crack and the lingering sting against her bottom only made her more award of her body as well as the one she was pressing against. She felt it so distinctly when Sesshomaru stiffened against her as her grasping hands took firm hold of his most exquisite and delicious ass, and she couldn't help the wicked gleam that entered her eyes. If he was having trouble not releasing the sounds of his pleasure, then she was going to be more than happy to force the issue.

She shifted her hands so that they came to rest on his hips, supporting her weight as she shifted against him, trailing hot kissed down his skin, pausing every once in a while to trace the curve of a ridiculously sculpted, but extremely appreciated, muscle with her tongue, until she had lowered herself to her knees before him. After a quick look for the ties holding his pants in place to direct her hands, she lifted her eyes to Sesshomaru's, gracing him with a mock innocent smile that she had learned after years of traveling with Miroku.

He, she knew, wasn't buying it for a second, especially since while her smile was innocent, her hands were occupied doing something far from it as they worked nimbly to undo the tie holding his pants at his waist; but it wasn't like it really mattered in the end, she was just trying to throw him off a bit before she threw another roadblock at him

A roadblock…more like a brick wall.

Kagome had finally allowed her sight to drift away from Sesshomaru's eyes and travel down to where her hands were pulling away the soft silk of his pants, and she instantly stilled.

'I wonder,' she thought absently as she stared dumbly in shock, 'Why they call it virginal fear and not virginal confusion? How on earth does something that big fit in something…' Her eyes drifted downwards in slight bewilderment, sizing up her petite body before reluctantly traveling back to…ahem…her new discovery about where the dog really did hide the bone.

The look on the little miko's face was absolutely priceless. Her blue eyes had grown wide, at fist blinking in rapid flutterings of complete shock before being drawn down in long stokes of contemplation; and her lips, pink with the heavy pulse of hot fluid running through her veins in her activities, had parted slightly as her jaw grew slack. The sight of her made him want to laugh, which was undoubtedly the strangest sensation that the miko had managed to produce for him thus far, especially since he didn't laugh. Ever.

He knew that the girl was going to be fun, but what he hadn't known was how much fun. In response to his new revelations about the strange creature kneeling before him, the action couldn't have been helped. Really. It was an unconscious, unintentional, undeniably funny, careful tightening of certain muscles to lift one particular appendage in slight rises and falls before the virgin girl's eyes; making her topple backwards from her kneeling position with a startled gasp.

'It…moved!' Kagome was screaming in her mind. 'How did it…I mean how did he…what the hell??!!'

Kagome's startled and scattered line of thought was cut off completely when she heard a strange, choppy, rumbling sound coming from Sesshomaru. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she allowed her sight to travel up to him. She couldn't possibly be hearing what she thought she was. She just knew it. There was no way, absolutely no way in the seven layers of hell that the sound she was hearing coming from Sesshomaru was what she thought it was.

When her sight finally landed on his face though, and she saw the tight clenching of his jaw muscle as it restrained against the pull of the tightening muscles of his cheeks and the uneven movement of his chest which was causing the irregularity of the sound he was releasing, she realized that she must have died because Sesshomaru was, in fact, laughing at her.

Still, dead or not, Kagome would have her retribution for that little stunt by the youkai. Her eyes took on some of the dark shadows of the night, deepening to cobalt as her determination was set. She pushed herself to her knees forcefully, setting herself firm as her right hand reached forward and wrapped tightly around the base of his heavily engorged length.

His low, choppy, rumbles of amusement were immediately stilled, and Kagome smirked wickedly. Her hand shifted, her tight grip against him not loosening as she pulled hard along his length, forcing a light gathering of moisture to collect at its tip. She leaned into him, her tongue moving out of her mouth to drag across the slick, heated skin, applying pressure with the stiffened tip of her tongue as it passed so that she could clear every trace of his essence from the small opening.

Kagome gasped when a clawed hand suddenly grasped at her hair roughly. She pulled back slightly from him as she lifted her eyes. However, upon being met once again by burning crimson, Kagome smiled; a happy smile of understanding, before she leaned into him again, parting her lips and resting them lightly around him.

Her tongue began moving against him in slow strokes as her throat muscles worked to create pressure on him as she swallowed down what moisture was left behind from her thorough coating of him. Slowly, she allowed herself to lean into him more, taking little by little another amount of his length into her hot mouth to cover it with light, glistening moisture as she shifted to pull away again.

She moaned against him when she felt his hand beginning to kneed against her scalp, clenching and unclenching in her hair as unconscious motions to try and keep her where she were being fought against to allow her the freedom to continue giving him pleasure. She was rewarded for the low vibration created by her throaty moan with the slight tremble she felt course through the muscles of his leg where her free hand was resting.

He was still fighting against her, she realized; trying to keep his reactions from the surface. But she still had some surprises in store for the youkai. After all, she was a modern girl; and though she had no personal experience with such intimate matters, the drastically altered morals and social norms of her time had given her plenty of second-hand understanding.

She allowed him one last, long, draw of her heated mouth; plunging the thick head of his member as far back into her mouth as she could and even pausing to allow her tense throat muscles to relax and give him the extra inch of sensation before she pulled her lips stiffly back along his length, following their path closely with her hand.

When she finally removed her hot lips from his throbbing length, she quickly covered him with her hand. She squeezed him hard, smirking in satisfaction when she heard the barely audible groan spill from his lips, and then allowed her right hand to continue in slow, agonizing storks along his length as her left found its way into her little bag.

Oh no, she hadn't quite finished toying with him. He had asked for surprises, and he was about to get one hell of a shocker.

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Hmmmm…do you think a computer can spontaneously combust…or for that matter, a terribly flustered authoress? Let's hope not, eh? Or there may never be a resolution for this teasing piece. I think that, in small doses, that this whole lemon writing isn't all that bad. It certainly is less daunting to write smaller scenes as opposed to a one-shot where everything goes down all at once. Smirks evilly Then again, you don't have to wonder when the tension is finally going to be relieved in one-shots.

Ta Ta

Shadow

Warning: This story is not for anyone below the age of 16 or who is troubled by sexual situations. It is rated 'M' for a reason people, and this Shadow would suggest that you leave your morals at the door because you are definitely not going to need then while reading this. You have been warned. Now, on with the fun ;P

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or have any claims over anything but for my terribly twisted imagination that so enjoys torturing these wonderful characters.