Aloha! Hana Hikaru Here!
So I know I promised to shut up, but I did a lot of research and I want to share it.
I was lightly researching Sesshoumaru and the western parts of japan because I was curious about Fukui. and then in the middle of everything IT CAME TO ME. I know from what Sesshoumaru was created and where the "castle" is supposed to be.
Although the most western castles in japan, are the Okayama castle, and the Himeji castle, the Maruoka castle in Fukui is the one that most accurately fits. I realized that although Fukui isn't as "west"ly predominant, Maruoka literally is positioned to look over EVERYTHING. And if you think about it, its near a shoreline, so the back end of it is covered, and Fukui is rich in greenery, something the Sengoku Jidai had in abundance, because of lack of human cover then. Even the history on it matches: The castle was built by a samurai by the name of Shibata Katsutoyo. His uncle, Katsuie adopted him, and another younger boy later in life. Katsutoyo's uncle favored the newer, younger sibling over Katsutoyo, and allowed Katsutoyo free reign of the nation state.
Sound familiar? [overlooking the adopting, of course, the Inu-no-Taisho family myoga talks about practically mirrors it.]
When Oda Nobunaga died, Katsuie [the uncle] gave Nobunaga's castle [Nagahama, in Omi Prefecture] to Katsutoyo so that he would defend it. When that fell through, Katsutoyo came back to Fukui, and built the Maruoka castle.
On top of that, Fukui is heavy rural, a characteristic I think gives a unique countenance to Sesshoumaru. There is nothing left of the Maruoka castle save a small temple in recognition, but it was once magnificent.
Somehow, with all the wandering, and the rugged beauty of him, he seemed like an "au naturel" type of guy, which made me think that a smaller and more compact castle in Fukui defined Sesshoumaru better. Anyways, I placed his "normal" home in the rural areas of Uenohara, for convenience sake. driving to Tokyo every morning should NOT take more than an hour for Sesshoumaru - he has shit to do.
Anyways, wasn't that fun?
The People you love
Hana Hikaru
Chapter 14: A Nice Brewed Cuppa Reassurance And Love.
The light that streamed upon Kagome's face was blinding even though her eyes were closed. She rolled over grumpily and tried to also ignore the pounding headache rumbling through her brain. As she began to regain her senses, Kagome noticed something was indeed wrong. She wasn't in her apartment, and the sun was shining which meant she was probably late for work. Kagome whipped her body into a sitting position, taking in the scenery around her.
She was in a quiet room. the bed she was sitting on, as well as the dozen or so fluffy pillows scattered about, was one of the only pieces of furniture to adorn it, save the reading chair next to a small end table at the corner of a rather large bookshelf. The rest was open space, a round carpet decorating the wood flooring. The sheer white curtains blowing in the breeze from the multitude of large glass windows made Kagome feel like she was in the bedroom of a king.
She felt so relaxed. There wasn't the smell of ash in the sky, like in downtown Tokyo, there wasn't any freeway noises. It was so pleasantly quiet, Kagome simply closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the light breeze and the warm sun rays on her skin. Two calming breaths later, Kagome filled in the blank spots of her memory with last nights occurrences: the mound of alcohol she ingested, the sexy feel of a woman's body probably Sango or Kikyo, the incredibly satisfying sex with Sesshoumaru IN PUBLIC...
Kagome stopped her train of thought to recount what happened, feeling her body involuntarily twitch and shudder at the memories.
[His hands were inching a trail down the expanse of her midsection, sifting its way under her clothing, and out the bottom of the dress to feel around for her wetness. He tightened his hold on her, pressing her farther into the wall with his abdomen and pelvis, shoving her onto his waiting hand. Nudging her soft folds apart along with her tiny scrap of underwear, he slid a finger deeply through her slit, and settled on the protruding nub at the top, pressing down.]
["Your so wet, my love. Could it be you were waiting to fuck me?" He slowly stopped rimming her vagina in favor of sliding the tortuous digit into her. "You're practically gushing." Sesshoumaru started a rhythm within her, allowing Kagome to feel the power of his single finger. "Or is it that were in public, is that whats got you so fired up?"]
["You're a dirty girl Kagome." She moaned again, riding his fingers harder as Sesshoumaru began to dry hump her ass, forcing her writhing hips into a rhythm he desired. "I'm going to fuck you now," he started, fingering her faster, and moving the hand that was on her thigh up towards her hip in a sensual slide. "So that anyone who wants to watch can know what a naughty pussy you have." He deftly unzipped his slacks, keeping the button in place to hold them up, and stroked his erection once, lining it up to his probing fingers.]
["And I'm going to come inside you so that they know you're mine."]
["Come for me, Kagome." His thrusts were longer now, and he shoved her roughly into the wall to lean over her more, his fingers slipping from around her cunt to drag up across her belly and tweak a nipple.]
[Kagome literally came unglued. Her body froze and she started to let out a high pitched squeal, but Sesshoumaru shoved his dripping fingers in her mouth to silence her, and began riding out the wave of her climax.]
[She giggled and moaned lightly, shifting her leg. Sesshoumaru moved his feet apart, the dripping of his cum seeping from her and puddling in messy splatters on the ground was so satisfying. She pushed against him, trying to move the leg on the stool, and he figured it might be numb. Moving it for her, she stepped over the puddle of semen and leaned heavily against the wall, gripping Sesshoumaru steadily.]
["That was such a hot fuck..." she muttered looking up and him and giggling. Sesshoumaru's only response was a wicked smile in her direction, and a shimmy of her dress back around her thighs.]
["Does that mean we can fuck again?"]
Kagome suddenly switched memories. That's right, we went to his house. She looked around again, feeling very much at home this time, and shifted into an awkward sitting position, her weight on her right hip, and her legs haphazardly tucked under the rest of her. A chill shot through her body and she looked down only to realize the sheet she had used to cover herself had slipped. It wouldn't have been a problem, except that she wasn't clothed. Kagome contemplated snatching the sheet up again, but figured as long as she didn't remove herself from the room, she would be fine naked. It's not like he has any house maids...
She paused for a moment, a curious thought twining in her head. Does he?
Kagome imagined the epic fail that situation would be. A servant would come around the corner as Kagome got sexily out of bed, a look of shock apparent on both faces. The poor being would drop whatever they had, hopefully nothing to garner them a load of punishment, and they would move away from her quickly, a look of embarrassment on their poor face. She supposed the normal course of things then would be the rumors starting bout the weird naked girl in Sesshoumaru's bed chambers.
Oh the embarrassment... Kagome shook her head lightly and ran her fingers through her hair. she giggled at the thought of this happening before. He is hundreds of years old... I wonder what his servants said about his concubines... Kagome's eyes widened and she realized that it probably wouldn't have mattered. Sesshoumaru wasn't one for embarrassment. Either it happened or it didn't.
Point in case: sex in public. He didn't care, rather he cared about her, and what was comfortable for her, but he didn't mind people looking, or watching, or anything. And people probably were... Kagome wiggled in the sheets, the top layer now completely shifted away from her. oh god, what if someone I know was watching? she tried to calm herself, passing the feeling off with disregard. Whatever, I'll just tell them they're jealous.
Kagome smiled again and flopped back on the sheets, basking in the morning sunshine before she whipped up again, her mind reeling in a completely different direction. If he had servants, what would he be called?
"Master Sesshoumaru?"she said lightly, feeling it on her tongue. Kagome burst out in giggles. "No that doesn't sound quite right..."
"That's because 'master' is the wrong honorific."
Kagome's blood ran cold and she turned surprisingly toward the familiar voice of her lover. How long was he there?
Sesshoumaru stood handsomely in the doorway, a steaming mug on one hand, and lounge pants hanging tantalizingly low on his prominent hips.
Kagome's mouth dropped to the floor. All she could do was stare at the body before her. No way he has house help, they wouldn't be able to work with him looking like that. "ahum..." her mouth was jelly and her brain fizzled out any indication of intelligence.
If she had been looking at his face, she would have seen the amused quirk he gave with his eyebrows. However, she wasn't, and she kept right on staring at his hips and lower abdomen even as they moved closer to her. He was gorgeous. she didn't realize how alluring his markings were, or the dip in his navel, or the soft fuzz clinging to the outside of his bellybutton. With every movement he made, she was entranced, and barely registered him actually moving closer to her with slow strides. Once Kagome registered that the god-body was at the edge of the bed, and lifting its legs to climb up onto the bed, Kagome spared a red faced glance up to her lover.
He was looking down at her with unconcealed amusement, a leering smile telling Kagome she had been caught red handed oggling."Here is some coffee, it's my favorite blend." Sesshoumaru handed her the mug and gingerly sat down next to her, mindful of the contents spilling.
Sesshoumaru's morning voice. oh my fucking god. "a... aah.. haha... um. thankyou..." Kagome didn't even know where to start talking. He was so beautiful. The flat planes of his chest and prominent contours of his abdomen were amazing enough, but the heritage climbing in neat stripes down his arms, collarbones, and hips were just teasing her with a level of seduction that just wasn't fair. She decided to take frequent sips to mask her staring.
The stripes on his pelvis were her favorite. It was like it was framing his junk. How handy... She didn't know why, but this time when he was only moderately naked, Kagome actually was able to drink in how gorgeous he was. The other times they had been naked together, they were already having sex, or about to, so she never got to appreciate him fully without his clothing. But now, she simply stared blatantly, tracing the lines greedily with her eyes.
"I knew you were fond of my dick, but its not going anywhere, rest assured."
Kagome whipped her eyes up to look at him, gulping down a large tasty mouthful of coffee, apology eminent upon her tongue, but when she noticed the glinting in his eyes, and the unconcealed pearly smile, Kagome fought it down. "You teaser... I'm having a hard enough time keeping a hold on my coffee."
"Hn." he stretched backwards, throwing his arms over the back of his head. "I don't quite know what you mean." he prompted. Kagome didn't know how to answer. His muscles stretching backward forced his pelvis to rise slightly and gave him the appearance of a pornstar. His arms were tucked around his head, but the cords roping from his elbows through the underside of his arm and down his side beckoned Kagome to worship them. That's it, I have a sex god in bed, and we aren't having sex. This needs to change.
Kagome searched for an end table, and shimmied off the bed once she found one, placing her mug gently upon the surface and diving back into bed. "I mean that you're fucking sexy, and I'm trying to pamper your ego, not that it needs it."
Sesshoumaru grasped her body and pulled her up on top of him, chuckling deeply. "You've seen me naked before."
Kagome blushed, "but I've always been preoccupied." She hungrily ran her hands up the expanse of his body, feeling his sides and sliding up around his pecs. Her hands continued up his stretched arms, lightly brushing under his armpit and then settling on either side of his head, letting her body press into his.
"And now?"
The question hung in the air for a second, giving time for Kagome to mull it over. She didn't think that he meant it in such a way, but the past few lines could've been meaning a whole other subject entirely. Kagome definitely had been preoccupied in her earlier life. College was long and hard and cumbersome, and then work at Taisho corp was just as pressure filled. At this point in her life, Kagome viewed herself at a kind of crux.
And now? Well, she had always been preoccupied, and now she wasn't. but Kagome didn't rightly know what that meant just yet.
Taking it in stride, she decided to make a sex joke and think on it later.
"And now, I want to stroke that ego some more."
Sesshoumaru let his eyes roll back into his head as he smiled a contented smile and relaxed into the pillows. "Then by all means, indulge yourself."
They had sex all over his house. First he let her explore his body on his sheets, her tongue deftly tracing every line it could find. Sesshoumaru especially enjoyed the work she did around his belly button. With every lick, Kagome ignited a pleasing tickle within his thighs, and through the length of his cock. She had teased him until he couldn't stand to hold himself back anymore. It was his house, why hold back in the first place? Sesshoumaru had picked her up, hauled her over to the entrance to his room and fucked her on the stairs, holding her in position as he smoothly thrust within her.
The slick friction of claiming her on his washing machine, his kitchen counters, the soft rug in his living room, everything, was a rush of triumph. It was a rush of pride, and a rush of satisfaction. He had claimed Kagome everywhere. And not only had she enjoyed it, but wanted more. Her libido was surely record breaking, but Sesshoumaru didn't mind. It was fun sliding within her, even if he was still recovering from the last orgasm. Not to mention he loved obliging every "More!" "Please!" and "Just like that!" which spilled from her mouth.
Sesshoumaru delightedly showed Kagome his beautiful home in the outskirts of Uenohara, all the while positioning her so she might see it. Kagome usually closed her eyes during intercourse, so he didn't put it past her when she asked for another tour.
Later, after her second perusal, he was quite content to be simply sitting on his back-veranda and talking over a cup of tea, dressed in their underwear.
"This really is beautiful, Sesshoumaru."
"Thank you. I put quite a lot of effort into it."
Kagome appeared to contemplate for a moment and then smiled into her tea cup. "I suppose that makes sense. If you're going to live for hundreds of years, make a house that will last, right?"
"Indeed." he took a sip of his slightly tepid tea and sniffed indifferently. He would have to drink the rest before it became too cold for his tastes.
"So how did you do it?"
He simply looked at her, not understanding her question. "Do what?"
"Make the house last?"
He smiled proudly. It had taken decades to create this. "I cured the wood over many years with oils that seeped within the grain and sealed it, un penetrable. The rain simply washes off, and small creatures are not able to enter."
Kagome was entranced. "Wow..."
"I designed the plans myself, and purchased the surrounding areas when it became available. I needed a house with land that didn't change." He stretched his legs lightly and leaned back on the cushion, watching Kagome sit straight on hers and gulp the rest of her tea, setting the cup on the table between them.
"Land that didn't change?"
He looked over to her, Kagome's legs were now crossed Indian style, and she was leaning on her elbows, staring blatantly and expectingly up at his face. "I designed this home so that I would have peace when I needed. If I simply made the house and then didn't make room for peace and quiet, the city would have already caught up to me, and I would be breathing smog every day, all day." He set his own mug down and picked at a leaf that had fallen on his lap. "I get enough of that in Tokyo."
"I didn't think of that." Kagome was thoughtful and smiled up into the sky.
"I guarantee if you had already lived for six hundred years, you would've."
Kagome giggle, "True." She looked at him sheepishly. "Thank you for sharing this with me."
Sesshoumaru smiled lightly and looked up as a ginko tree overhanging the seating area. The sudden silence was welcomed. Kagome wasn't an awkward person if you didn't let her be. Awkward silences only came when someone was uncomfortable, and Sesshoumaru took great pride in the fact that Kagome was very much comfortable in his private home. He closed his eyes, honing his senses. Her heartbeat was calm and even, her breathing seemed to be irregular but he inferred she might be smelling the clean air. The birds singing within the valley made a pleasant tune that he liked to listen to. Sesshoumaru needed the outdoors, and he needed the calm serenity away from the bustling city.
"Hey," Kagome's voice was soft and relaxed. "Does it bother you that I'm hundreds of years younger than you?"
He hadn't quite thought of her age very much. "Demons view time differently than humans, and as such do not worry about it so." He shifted lightly, contemplating his next words. "In regards to you, the woman I am choosing to spend the rest of my life with, I am not bothered at all by your age. In fact, 25 is a wonderfully beautiful age for a human woman, and you do not disappoint."
Kagome flushed slightly, a hand clasping her cheek in endearment. "Oh the flattery..."
He laughed. "We can live for thousands of years, so the pressure to choose a mate, or a lover, or supply an heir, is extended as such and we are not obligated to choose to quickly." He fingered the cushion beneath his fingers. "The western lands will be asked to produce an heir in the next couple thousand years or so, when I reach an age fit to instruct."
"Instruct?" Kagome seemed very interested, and leaned forward, her eyes deftly concentrated upon his.
"If I must have an heir, they must be fit to rule the lands. I cannot be instructing them properly in the necessity of what to do, if I am not able bodied. Once I reach a certain age where it will become clear that I will "retire," so to speak, after another thousand or so years, it will be time to procure and train an heir so that the majority of the training will be complete by the time I am deemed unsuitable to train."
"Unsuitable to train?" Kagome giggled, "I'm sorry if i don't understand quite well, but I've never seen you unsuitable..."
"That is because I won't reach that age for another three thousand years."
Kagome choked slightly and gasped in surprise. He arched a brow at her, confused.
"That's a very long time."
Sesshoumaru studied her, looking her body over in appreciation. 25 was the perfect age to be "turned", as the elders call it, because it was the age at which the female body is physically matured enough to lose excess baby fat, the ovaries and reproductive system were still intact and workable, the metabolism was at its peak, and the skin is luscious, sturdy, and stretched taught. All aspects to be admired about a woman, would simply keep becoming, since time would practically stop for her. Three thousand years with the beauty beside him didn't seem all that bad, and if things went accordingly, the mating might result in a slight transfer of demonic reiki.
The possibility wasn't all that outrageous, and the reiki wouldn't harm her, it would simply verify the integrity of her longevity. Three thousand years might seem long to her, but she had only been alive for 25, and he was well over 600 years in his age. Indeed the time passed slowly, however the prospect of only being alive for another four to five thousand years made the 600 Sesshoumaru had already experienced somewhat short.
"I believe it's all relative, Kagome." He reached over to brush a stray hair behind her ear. "You will understand in a few centuries."
She leaned into his hand, closing her eyes contentedly. "It's all very new to me, I guess."
"Indeed."
Sango was in Heaven. Thank god it was the weekend. Had it not been, she would've been severely punished for not showing up to work. And she wasn't going to either. Had it been a Friday, she would've stuck her proverbial middle finger in the air and continued with her morning.
Her morning, was fantastic. And she hoped it kept getting better.
She had been dreaming of her exhibit, rearranging the gladiolas in the pot for a different feel, making sure it looked fresh and different every time. Sango loved everything about her job. Being a curator for a museum gave her opportunities to do things other people would not label as "Curator" type jobs. However, flowers were her passion, and since flowers themselves came with little to no money, Sango set her eyes on a career that included them daily. She loved the vision of growth - new leaves forming, and old leaves falling silently to the marbled floor. She loved changing the water, and arranging them differently each day. She just loved them.
Her dream was normal though, because Sango often dreamed about the new arrangement she would have to make for the new week. It turned un normal when she felt a slight drip down her thighs, and became slightly confusing when Sango realized she wasn't actually pissing herself. In the few moments after, her vision began fading, and her breathing became labored, and it dawned upon her suddenly, that she was aroused.
That was the catalyst to awakening with a long moan and a shift of her legs. She groggily looked down and began to regain her senses, the first was her vision. Sango recognized Inuyasha was in between her spread thighs. The second was her sense of touch, His tongue was delicately laving her sex in long swipes, and swirling her clit in heady attention. Next was her voice, moaning again at the feeling of his tongue expertly delving within her, and after, both smell and hearing slammed into her, telling her that her coffee pot was brewing and she could get a cup whenever she wanted.
"Good GOOD GOOD morning." She groaned, widening her legs, and arching her back to stretch.
Inuyasha's husky chuckle was muffled by her flesh, but she distinctly heard a small "Good morning, love" before a soft nibble tickled the left side of her labia. She cried out softly and stretched again, loving the enhanced feel of his ministrations while she was arched upon her sheets. His tongue lapped heavily against her exposed pussy, feeling inside of her hole and tickling her clit rhythmically.
"I didn't mean to wake you, love." Inuyasha said coyly against her inner thigh, working a finger into her slick heat.
"I call bullshit." Sango rasped. Inuyasha chuckled again and nibbled and sucked on her clit, while pumping a finger within her. "That tongue of yours is too talented to waste on sleeping girls anyways, I'm glad I'm up to enjoy the attention."
"Good girl." He murmured, moving faster within her. Sango groaned heartily and reached down to squeeze her breasts, and tweak the tips of his folded back ears. She could feel herself climbing to the stars and cried out tersely whenever his tongue flicked sharply along her clit.
Sango was basking in the onslaught of pleasure. The dual sensations of being too lay to move in the morning, and the urge to arch and writhe under his ministrations, made Sango a moaning mass of wet thighs, raspy vocal chords, and pungent arousal. It was almost too much. All at once Sango sucked in a sharp gasp and convulsed, clasping Inuyasha's head between her thighs, and arching clear off the bed in an involuntary buck. "Fuck that was good..." She muttered.
Inuyasha slowly made his way up her body, pausing along his favorite dips and curves to suck and nip lightly, waiting for her to come down from her climax. By the time he reached her mouth, Sango's hands were fisting in his hair, and her knees were raised, allowing her calves to slide along his bare thighs. He slowly kissed her, nibbling her puffy lip between his teeth and licking whatever part he pulled the hardest on.
"You're chewing on me a lot today..." Sango trailed off, smiling happily up at him.
"But you're so tasty, I just want to eat you up." Inuyasha deftly glanced to her lower half, waiting till Sango affirmed his innuendo.
"Then devour me, my love." Inuyasha grinned wickedly as Sango drove her heels into his ass, forcing his semi hard head to shove up against her sopping crotch. Using her as leverage, he slid in, pushing past her walls in a slippery shove. They stayed there for a few minutes, simply noticing the connection between them. Inuyasha hardened slowly, enjoying the feel of Sango wrapped around him, and caressed the skin across every inch of flesh he could reach. One arm was bent, keeping his heavy body off of hers, but the other continued to feel her soft flesh, squeezing and fondling her ripe body. Sango was in heaven, kissing his face and jawline and smoothing his hair and bangs from his face, all the while becoming swept up in the passionate touches of the demon above her.
Sango didn't know how long they stayed like that, simply kissing and touching, Inuyasha resting solidly within her, growing harder every minute that passed. It didn't matter. And when he began thrusting, she shifted into a comfier position, and wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding Inuyasha close. He rocked against her, stimulating every nerve and muscle within his body, situating himself at the deepest point within her. Inuyasha moved both arms so that they were out of the way, and settled them against her shoulders, tucking his chin under hers and kissing at her neck delicately.
Sango wrapped her arms around his upper torso, the feel of his cock against her cervix was hell and heaven at the same time. It felt like he was trying to push past the tight deep set ring of muscles, his head stretching her already tight core, the tip of him resting in a shoved position on the slightest inside of her cervix. The rocking created a tight friction that shoved his tip in and out of her depth, stretching her cervix open and shut in the most invasive way possible.
Sango loved it.
The extra stimulation had her gushing all over her bedspread and Inuyasha's thighs. He was grunting expletives in her ear with every rock and she could feel him begin to shudder. Opening her thighs, Sango set her feet on either side of his hips and encouraged to take longer thrusts, needing to feel release as well. He pushed him arms into a straighter position, arching his back, and looking down at her while he pumped her into the sheets. After a moment, he moved his knees, and reached down to grip her hips. He raised himself off her momentarily, catching the look in her hooded eyes, before pounding relentlessly in her, slamming into her cunt with a driving need, his fingers clasping the crease in her hip and holding her in place.
Sango lost herself within his rhythm, the brutal pace spurring her body in preparation for another orgasm. Inuyasha leaned down and began gnawing on the inside of her left breast, groaning audibly, with eyes closed.
"Inu...Yash..aa..." Sango tried to warn.
"Yeah..." He responded and moved his lips to her shoulder, riding out the rest of her climax and taking her along for the ride. Sango released in a seconds notice, clamping furiously down upon Inuyasha who spilled within her, thrusting each spurt farther in her vaginal cavity, unable to help himself to do otherwise. One shuddering pulse later, and he collapsed to her side, sliding his dick from her in the process. "Fuck..."
Sango started to giggle, and he looked at her tiredly. "I love morning sex with you."
Inuyasha could only smile exhaustively in appreciation, running a sweaty hand through his bangs. After a minute, he felt Sango slowly shift to straddle him, stretching her arms up and over her head accompanying the excessive yawn.
"Now that I'm awake, lets get some coffee." Sango looked down at him and smiled cheekily, "Oh and thanks for turning it on this morning."
"Mmmm..." Inuyasha sat up, his hands running the length of her thighs, and over the bouncy flesh of her ass, settling upon her back, cradling her to his body. "Does that mean I get to carry your lazy ass?" Sango chortled and wrapped her legs around his hips in preparation. Inuyasha deftly slid his legs off the bed, adjusted her, and hoisted her body into his arms while he sauntered into the kitchen.
"You're one to talk, puppy." Sango teased, fiddling with a fuzzy ear. It twitched and laid itself flat against Inuyasha's skull, out of her reach.
"Feh."
Sango's just giggled happily.
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