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Kagome awoke to a loud crash and sat up out of her sleeping bag, her eyes wide and frantically searching for the cause as her instincts were trained to cautiously fear an attack. Her attention was caught by a cluster of orange and yellow sparks reaching into the morning air from the campfire as she realized the sound she'd heard must have come from a log shifting close to her head. She noticed their similarity but it was the volume that was disproportionate.
Confusion marred her brow as she tried to concentrate on her senses. The crackling of the flames seemed loud and obtrusive suddenly while the amount of heat cast onto her face was making her sweat. She backed away quickly, still tired and confused with the slightest touch of fear altering her senses. Why was it bothering her so much suddenly?
A soft, tapping sound moving away from her body drew her eyes to the ground and they widened again as she realized she was listening to the tiniest ant crawl away from her.
A crow screeching overhead made her jump in place again as her hands came up to shield her overly sensitive ears. It had sounded like the thing was perched right on her shoulder, although she knew it was a short distance away. The fluttering tap of the creature's wing beat lingered in her ears as it flew across the distant tree tops. As she focused a little more, she realized she could also hear the bubbling gurgle of a spring nearby along with the crack and hiss of wood and foliage as it succumbed to the will of the wind rushing through it.
All at once, she was suddenly aware of how alive everything was. The sounds seemed to combine in her head, merging and distorting into one, chaotic heartbeat until she thought her brain was going to explode trying to pick them apart to tell what they were. One particular sound was grating to her nerves, turning her stomach over with the buzzing flap of insect wings, the sliding sound of hives of them crawling over one another. Nests of cockroaches, bees, ants, worms... Her stomach heaved as she began to spin, putting her arms out to catch herself instinctively and letting out a small, muffled whine of discomfort.
Suddenly, she felt a cool, firm grip close over her wrist and she was pulled swiftly against a sturdy wall of white. Breathing in the scent of fire and ice, her head seemed to clear a bit as she locked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her salvation from this misery. Her face buried itself against his neck, desiring to be hidden within the silver, white and red colors that comforted her so. She softly moaned her appreciation with the tiniest noise of ascent in the back of her throat as she felt a set of strong arms close around her lower back, securing her.
The sounds had stopped until all that remained was the lulling 'thump' of a heartbeat in her ears encased in otherwise, perfect silence.
Before she could protest, she was drifting right back to sleep, her mind sinking into an oblivion of nothingness as her body once again gave into her exhaustion. Her last thought before unconsciousness was how wonderfully quiet and pleasantly temperatured it had become. She had never been more comfortable in her life.
Midoriko woke to the sound of Kagome's whimpering in the night and cracked an eye lid in concern. Her grandchild tossed and turned against the ground, affected by every sound. So, it had begun. She was coming into her power and by the looks of it, her hearing was going to be the first thing affected. She knew it would become unbearable soon and made to rise herself but was halted before she could move by a hand gently firming against her back, silently suggesting she lay still.
Sapphire eyes pleaded with her mate in question who only smiled knowingly before silently nodding in the direction of the two headed dragon across the fire.
Midoriko obediently followed his gaze to find a very alert Sesshomaru whose sight had frozen on Kagome in obvious concern. She smiled up at her mate in thanks before feigning sleep against him, content that she would be cared for.
A log shifted in the fire rather close to Kagome's head and Midoriko suppressed a smile as she watched Sesshomaru's already fixed attention become even sharper when the girl began breathing erratically, her heart slamming against her chest with fright when she suddenly woke, fearful and confused at the barrage of sensation.
In her mind, she began a countdown, guessing it would not take more than ten seconds.
'Nine, eight, seven-'
The wind rushed over the camp in a sudden, rather strong breeze.
'Six, five, four-'
She watched as Kagome focused on her senses, only making the sensation worse. A crow called over head and she flinched, clasping her hands to her head.
'Three, two, one-'
Sesshomaru rose at Kagome's pitiful whimper to stride purposefully to her side. He caught her right as she made to swoon against the torrents of noise and gathered her against his chest. He felt her discomfort immediately lessen and was relieved and proud that his presence could accomplish such. She settled her delicate little face against his neck and sighed contentedly when he secured her against him. Her moan of appreciation breathed fire into his veins. He pondered the feelings the moment had invoked inside himself and her incredible ability to make such things come to pass.
Her suffering in any was...unacceptable to him, the thought causing him to mentally frown in distaste. Her comfort around him brought feelings of contentment and relief like he'd never known. It was as if he'd been suffering tremendously without ever taking the time to notice before and now that he had, he felt a sense of attainment and capability like he'd never known.
Unwilling to allow her newly-found senses to further inhibit her sleep, he took to the skies, careening across the clouds at light speed while she slept on obliviously.
Midoriko sighed romantically against her mate as he rolled his eyes skyward at her dramatic behavior. Whispering softly so as not to stir attention, he confessed his affliction. "I was given so little time. Now, she's almost mated and she's only known I'm her grandfather for about three days," he reminded her grimly.
Midoriko smiled her understanding and squeezed his hand in support. "You know, I didn't get to see her in this time at all. Think how I must feel. I've had visions and dreams of this grand-child for centuries and I'm only just now meeting her. At least you got to know her through Inuyasha, even withdrawn as you were, at least you got to see her, in the flesh," she sighed exasperatedly. "I've spent all this time, knowing she was right here. That I could walk right up and talk with her. But it couldn't be done. What I would have given to have one, sit down conversation..." she drawled. But the topic between them was not exactly an unfamiliar one and a narrow glance from Totosai seemed to beg her not to go down that path again.
"My love, you know Inuyasha coming into the scene was never apart of your vision. It was an unforeseen element, a twist of fate," he declared with a shrug of his shoulders. "If I had known before that she could have saved him, well, things might have been different. But I had long held the title of sword smith for the Inu-no-Taisho and with that came the disguise of an old, feeble man. You know as well as I that if I hadn't taken on such a countenance, I never would have been entrusted the make Tetsusaiga and Tenseiga. We needed the money, I needed a job to support my new family and it was easier to trust an old man against a young, powerful Godai Inuyoukai. I no more wished to parade around like that than you wanted to keep your distance from our grandchild or to remain an anonymous mate."
Midoriko sighed in acquiesce, her expression playful as she batted her eyes up at him. "Have I ever told you how grateful I am for all that you do for me...?"
Totosai responded by squeezing her softly for emphasis. "Every day mate and every day I remind you that your happiness shapes my heart and with it, my life." They embraced warmly from under the stars before slipping back off to sleep.
Finding a suitable, isolated and extremely difficult to reach area for those of lesser power, Sesshomaru resettled the weight of his intended against him, willing his long, furry boa to wrap around her form against the elements.
He landed gracefully at the mouth of a cave nestled into the very top of a mountain range near the village of Edo, where their companions had set up camp. The distance from the ground made approaching the cave impossible without the means to fly and even then one would have a hard time navigating their way through the various peaks with not a single clue to give as to which one they currently resided in.
He chose this location essentially for its silent attributes. The air was lain with mists from the fading night chill that rolled in dewy clouds against his skin. The horizon was just beginning to purple around the edges of an inky night sky, signaling the fast approaching dawn. He sank against stone tiredly, feeling secure about his surroundings and considering it an appropriate time to let his guard down.
Blinking, he spared a glance at the girl and what he saw caught his gaze and held it there, frozen in an expression of perplexing astonishment. Her eye lashes were lengthening before his eyes to curl upwards as if by magic. They took on a dark luster against her smooth cheeks, thickening slightly.
Her lips darkened in their redness, contrasting the flush, light color of her skin though it had seen more of the sun than his own. Her complexion was tan in stark contrast to his arms around her but before his eyes, that seemed to be changing, slowly lightening shade for shade until her skin almost matched his, identically unmarred and flawless, as if she'd never spent a day in the sun.
Movement out of the corner of his eye shifted his gaze as he watched her ears begin to change shape, their once rounded tops tapering their angles until she possessed a pair like his own, though they retained their petite, feminine form.
One side of his lip curled with restraint, rising to reveal a set of sharp fangs as he snarled a low warning growl, the deep sound reverberating off the walls of the cave. The sudden thump of his own heartbeat overpowered the sound of her's for one rhythm as the lines of his vision slowly tinged pink, the red swirling with amber. His aura rose to thrash about their small abode threateningly, rising with the desire to claim his mate and it took an impressive amount of his concentration to subdue the beast within without waking his intended.
He understood entirely why his beast felt so provoked. His mate was transforming before his very eyes into a gorgeous and powerful demoness. He considered her looks to be jaw dropping before but now that fondness was growing into something beyond respect and lust... it was growing into a need.
A male Inu was only attracted sexually to one being in his entire life and that was the female he intended to take for a mate. Which was why his younger brother had never taken Kagome in that way, because he never intended to mark her as his own. So, when she had agreed to be his in every sense of the word, she had entered into an invisible contract, one that bound them together. And there were certain... side effects to that bond.
The instinct to consummate what had been started between them was a primal, deeply rooted part of his being. It was customary for the female to give the sign that she was ready to mate and until that sign occurred, the male would be forced to wait.
In this, he had to tread carefully. To wait too long could bring the bond in jeopardy but to act too soon could destroy the trust that had grown between them and consequentially, everything else he was working to ensure.
He took great care to keep his beast at bay most of the time but occasionally in times like these, it became even more difficult than ever. While he had no doubts that Kagome could handle his other side, he had no desire to have her first experience be with a mindless, cruel being. If he lost control at this point, his beast would not waste any time before ripping her clothes off and making her his then and there. Her first coupling would be brutal and painful and he did not wish to see her suffer. He wanted to see her writhing beneath him, moaning in pleasure...
He rested against the cave wall with her body between his legs, her back against his chest. Pressed against him as she was presented a challenge Sesshomaru was not used to resisting, seeing as how he had never attached such intense feelings of attraction to another creature. One logical side of him argued the various down sides to taking her there and then while the other reminded him that Sesshomaru, Lord of the West, always got what he wanted and he wanted her like he'd never known he could want anything before.
His arms wrapped around her stomach, situating her light body across his knees so that her face rested at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Long, slim legs were draped lightly across his lap, bending at the knee to his right side. The tiniest, most delicate hand had clasped steadfastly to the outer fold of his horai in her sleep as if she feared he might depart from her.
The barest hint of a smile flitted across his serious face, fracturing the look of a cold blooded killer with a tiny glimpse into the carefully concealed warmth of his heart as he lovingly reveled in the subconscious language her body displayed to him in her sleep. She breathed in his scent and her heart slammed against her chest urgently as she recognized who had her.
When his claws ghosted across her skin or his arms tightened a fraction, she would moan softly her heady compliance. It spoke of her trust and desire for him, her loyalty running deeper and stronger than all the waters of all the vast oceans in the world.
Her devotion to him was staggering. It made him feel powerful, like tapping into a bottomless fount of reserved energy, locked within his person. The more he acknowledged about his feelings toward his intended, the more power he seemed to liberate from inner confines to flow unheeded through out his entire being, merging with his aura and jaki. He struggled inwardly with the new feeling, though he would never allow any sign of such distress to cross his blank features.
His own powers were undergoing their own transformation as he patiently endured the power surge he felt while his beast continued to scream the importance of comforting them both by consummating their bond, marring his concentration.
But the snarls and demands of his beast could be ignored; the supple curves of the woman smelling of honeysuckle blooms and thunderstorms in his arms could not and served as the main distraction deterring him from his goal. The sweet honeysuckle scent began to dominate the room with her silent arousal. The energy boost he attained from that revelation was the last fracture of his control.
While his boa carefully moved to support her against him, his hands slid up and down her sides, memorizing the curve of her hips as they descended to her thighs, the feminine contour of her flesh as his palms continued to slide up until they nearly breached the pit of her arms.
His fingers stopped there and ventured in another direction to climb softly up the arch of her breasts. He grasped the mounds firmly in both hands over her white horai, marveling at their weight and fullness, his knuckles kneading the soft flesh appreciatively as he buried his face in her neck, fastening his lips to her clavicle and began massaging her soft skin with his tongue. The sweet taste of her filled his mouth and he lapped at it hungrily, starved, his left hand fisting into the hair on the back of her head while his other continued to clasp her left breast with increasing urgency.
His hands continued their exploring to languidly slide down the expanse of her belly, every inch conquered bringing him further and further to the point of no return. They dipped into the depression of her toned stomach, memorizing every inch, curve and delicious contour of muscled, immaculate flesh. They rose slowly back up the planes of her chest, delving between the folds of her horai as his naked fingers snaked across the soft skin of her breast.
The sounds of a moan rang against his being as he pulled away to meet twin sapphire orbs staring back at him dazedly. Her lower lip was worried between her teeth as her cheeks flushed crimson, filling him with amusement and pride. He could feel her heated core pulsating against him, her heartbeat rising as her body permitted her blood to rush south.
Kagome had awoken to the force of a powerful need. Her senses were filled with everything Sesshomaru, from the white of his silk attire to the silver of his hair, the silk fur of his boa winding seductively and soft against her most sensitive parts, to the amber of his eyes now staring into her with an amorous desire that made her shiver with longing.
The scent of fire and ice permeated her senses, articulated in that sharp way and she was instantly reminded of the last time she had felt this, when he'd come to escort her from the well. His aura lapped against her's invitingly. It seemed to say, 'Feel how strong I am, trust in me, I will protect you, I am your mate, you will be mine,' and the combined effect of his ministrations left her feeling a yearning like she'd never known. Her heart soared while her body and nerves alighted in absolute bliss, begging her acquiescence.
Her knees felt suddenly uncomfortable at such an odd angle against his lap, so she shifted slightly, only to blush madly with want as his knee surged between her legs to brush against her sex, taking her open invitation with a swift execution. Her knees twitched, weakening to the assault and even widening a fraction.
She was now stradling Sesshomaru, his boa still wrapped around them both, securing them tightly against one another while his hands ran the length of her delicate back.
His expression, however, gave no inclination of the sort, only his eyes as they fixed, narrowed and softened with expectancy spoke for him and Kagome felt her body responding in a kind of primal language she was not aware she understood until now. Her own need arose, demanding to be satiated and her body told him what her lips could not.
She looked up and the thrill of anticipation that went through his person at her expression was instant and tangible. She rose to her knees as his hand grasped her's in silent question. Her look was molten with want as her blue hakamas spread. In one tiny, seemingly insignificant move, her knees opened to straddle his torso. She collapsed against his chest, her breasts pressing against him as her hips rose instinctively, reaching out to impact with the tip of his manhood.
A feminine gasp of shock followed by a throaty moan of want resounded as he felt her arc her back against him despite the spike of fear that came with the revelation of his size.
Sesshomaru thundered a low growl, his eyes tinting slightly with red again as his hands wound around the back of her knees, grasping her inner thighs right below the flesh of her posterior cheeks, his claws grazing the skin around her sex over the blue fabric of her hakamas.
He pushed and pulled, lulling her hips into a rhythm against him as his lips found her's.
A building, rushing sensation made her dizzy, to the point that she couldn't get enough. The desperation she felt at wanting more so badly was alien to her and she cried out against it, begging him, the tears standing in her eyes like diamonds. And then there it was, one word that broke his restraint, torn from her throat like a siren's cry: "Please."
He slipped from behind her in a deft, precise move that did nothing to unsettle her, while his furry appendage fluffed itself from behind into a make-shift pallet. He gently guided her to lay against it and she fell back trustingly, following Sesshomaru's gentle, guiding hand, landing against a warm, soft blanket that encased her protectively from the ground.
The august sunlight of his eyes never left her's as his hands found the knot of her horai, his claws pulling slowly at the string.
She felt the ties loosening around her as he gazed at her so pointedly and found her nipples hardening at the thought. With a slight release and swoosh of fabric, she felt her skin plunge into the night air and watched with interest as Sesshomaru's eyes lowered and hesitated on her form before dipping his head to take one hardened peak into his hot mouth. He softly rolled the bud against his tongue, using his fangs to lightly graze the top of one mound as she rose to the occasion desperately, mewling her appreciation in gasps and soft moans.
After tending the other breast, he pulled away and she hissed her displeasure at his absence, scowling.
A single digit tipped with a deadly claw settled beneath her chin to urge it upwards, trapping her once again in the wake of those amber orbs. She lost herself gladly, feeling the last vestiges of all possible refusals snap any conviction she might have summoned to protest. Her body, soul and spirit yearned, urging her to become closer to him, to open herself to him.
His expression had softened as his deep baritone voice confessed, "You reach the point of no return, koi. Do you still wish to continue?" His eyes hardened slightly and her heart ached for the way he prepared for the blow of her rejection. She never wished to see such a guarded look in his eyes regarding her again.
She lifted up and pressed her lips against his, pouring everything she had into it. His tongue swept into her mouth with passionate abandon as he graciously explored what she offered him. He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and softly grazed it with his fangs as her fingers threaded through his hair, running along his scalp to show her appreciation.
His hands were pulling on the strings to her hakama, the blue fabric disappearing behind him. She had no time to feel self conscious before he was parting her thighs, the molten look of desire in his gaze compelling her arousal to spike painfully.
She watched him as his face descended to her sex, his eyes never leaving her's as his mouth captured her labia in his, his tongue colliding with the sensitive bundle of nerves to stroke it slowly in light, teasing strokes.
Her knees twitched, trying to close against the pronounced, newborn sensation as his hands held them steadfastly apart, his pace picking up to coerce her hips to buck against his face, begging, pleading for more. Her fingers grasped the fur beneath her as he continued to lap up her essence.
Her taste was everything he'd imagined and more. Sweet and fresh, like the nectar of a flower, he savored every stroke as his hands slid down her inner thighs, stroking around the flesh of her entrance. His claws lightly drug across her buttocks to circle again around her thighs and back down to the tiny gap of her now-glistening flower.
She cried out, wanting those fingers to touch her there, to plunge deep into her, but he kept refusing to do it, his fingers sliding away at the last moment just when she thought he might as his tongue swirled around her bud. It was maddening and the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.
"Sess-ah-homaru," she managed to plead between moans, his own body reacting with every rise of her hips. The sounds of pleasure falling from her lips was like music to his ears and her scent and aura only enticed him further as they grew stronger on the air. Her panting reached a rhythm he approved and he allowed one, single digit to begin swirling at her entrance in light, soft circles, refusing to allow any further penetration and dismissing her attempts to thrust into his hands by placing a single hand over her stomach to hold her down.
The tip of his finger felt her walls begin to constrict and entered her suddenly, causing her to cry out with pleasure and sending her straight over the edge to a swift release.
Sesshomaru smirked as he withdrew his finger to bring it to his lips where his tongue cleaned it eagerly of her juices. He then stood and, looking down at her heatedly, began to disrobe.
Kagome felt her mind slowly steadying after her first orgasm began to wind down and opened her eyes to see Sesshomaru standing there, pulling the ties to his yellow obi free. Her cheeks reddened instantly but her eyes remained glued to his form, her heart slamming against her chest with such a velocity that there was no denying her blatant anticipation. White silk rustled in the air as it was cast to the ground, revealing an Adonis-sculpted chest of creamy ivory. His skin and hair seemed to glow with a luminous light against the darkness of the cave as sapphire eyes traversed his body hungrily, drinking in the sight of his maroon stripes that curved over his hips, still obscured by the low cut of his white, silk hakamas.
A set of pale, masculine hands fixed over the strings and Kagome felt her eyes grow dim, blurred by the amount of desire she was feeling. His pants were cast away and she felt her jaw fall open as she stared openly at his beautiful markings that seemed to point towards the base of a large, engorged member, protruding from a mass of silver curls.
He settled himself between her legs, positioning the head of his manhood at her entrance and slowly moving it in circles to ensure his head was adequately moistened in her essence. Her legs wound around the back of his knees, instinctively pulling him closer as he fought her attempts to bring him in too soon.
"Ohhhh, Sesshomaru, make me your's, your's alone," she whispered desperately and he drank in the expression of her desire like water to a mortal dying of thirst before thrusting deeply inside.
Her fingers, having locked onto his shoulders in that instant, clawed at his flesh and he growled low when he felt her newborn claws threaten to shred his skin. The sound reverberated through her at their joining and she moaned her appreciation, loosening her grip when the pain instantly subsided. He slowly withdrew, paused, and filled her again and then again, until her breathing became hard and labored.
He picked up the pace, thrusting all the way in now to fill her depths completely, his cock reveling in the feeling of her walls closing tightly around him. The blood of her virginity mixed with her natural juices, creating a copper scent on the air and giving him the moisture needed to thrust unhindered into her waiting sheath.
Her feet kicked off the ground, felt as her hips sharply bucked into him savagely, as her moans turned into screams of bliss. His manhood surged inside her, taking her with a ruthless abandon and she surrendered gratefully, awed by his strength, power and desire to have her, to claim her, to make her his.
Their auras rose from their bodies in two swirling, hazy walls of midnight blue and acid-green mists. Dimly she noticed that it was not her miko power's answering to this call but something else entirely as a dark blue aura rose from her body to meet his own green one as he increased the rhythm. The colors merged together to become a beautiful shade of blue-green, her wet, hot walls clenched around his manhood like an iron fist, bringing them both closer to their release.
She peaked and cried out as her orgasm ripped across her body from head to toe in paralyzing, wonderful waves as her womb opened to him. His beast sensing this, Sesshomaru snarled, slamming into her opening now with a need and force that couldn't be helped. They peaked, she came around him hard as his hot seed filled her to the brim while their auras collided to wrap and twist, tangling against each other to the point of never becoming separated again.
He fell against her panting, supporting himself with his hands on each side of them to avoid crushing her against his weight. Her fingers found his hair and using both hands, cleared the strands that had fallen into his face and tucked them behind his pointed, elven ears. He looked up at her and she smiled a breathtaking, affectionate smile that warmed him to his core.
His lips found her's and she moaned as he withdrew to lay at her side languidly. An arm snaked around her shoulders, pulling her naked form to lay against his chest and she complied without complaint, resting her cheek against his pectoral. She listened closely to the low thrum of his heartbeat as it began to slow while her own body slowly throbbed from their previous actions. She felt whole and content, adoring the way his arm rested against her back to stroke tiny, affectionate circles against her spine. She nuzzled her face closer against his neck and sighed contentedly as the sound of his heartbeat once again lulled her to sleep.
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