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Hello my loves...

Here is another chapter of my fic Desire...I am already working on the next one...so be nice...lol

Do I still need warnings...?

I mean...does no one not know already?...

Lemonade ahead, with lemon cakes, lemon cookies, and a shot of lemon flavored vodka.

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When Kagome woke again, it almost was dark outside. A quick glance out of her window and she noticed the sun cresting with the landscape of the western lands.

Refreshed and feeling like she had slept forever, her slight nausea was nothing but an echo of the lesson she'd learned: An unfriendly reminder that she should never drink that much again.

Sesshomaru sensed the change in her aura and was instantly at her side, welcoming her back to the world of the living. Softly, he nuzzled her neck and placed soft kisses along her jaw. She delighted in his affections, even if he made a few jokes at her expense earlier. It was nice to see that side of him and to know that he had a sense of humor…even if it was a little cruel...

"How are you feeling My Miko?" He whispered into the soft nape of her neck, tickling her with his warm breath.

"Better. I guess it is true you really do have to sleep it off."

Sesshomaru chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. He lifted her out of bed and with a pat to her rear, sent her to relieve herself and dress.

Though he had already decided that any clothing she put on to cover her sinful body would only be temporary. He had a plan, and if all went according to that plan, it would be highly gratifying for both of them.

He had spent all day plotting and planning and now was the time. It was enough to make even his heart skip a little with excitement as he thought of how he would reap the rewards of his efforts. Even with the resources of all the Western Lands at his disposal, it had taken long hours. His tenacity paid off only this morning when he had finally found the perfect stone and melded into a ring for her. Tonight, he would present it to her. He had no question that she was his, for as long as he wished her to be so. This situation, these feelings were all new for Sesshomaru.

In all his years as Lord of the Western Lands he had never before had he had time for such frivolity and had always thought it silly that others had, instead of tending to more important duties. However, now that Inuyasha had happily taken over his duties regarding running the Western Lands he had more time and not much to think on but her. He had found time to research and learn more about human attachments. It seemed now, between his research and what he had learned from Inuyasha's stories about human customs that he would finally win the never ending battle that had been growing within him. A violent battle driven by a need to make sure that everyone, and every being knew just who his sweet little mate belonged to. If this battle was raging on inside anyone besides this Sesshomaru, it could only be called desperattion. His instincts clamored non-stop, demanding for him to make the fact known to everyone, and every being, that they could look admiringly, and even lustfully at his mate, but if they dare touch her he would take their head, without a second thought or an ounce of restraint. But since it did rage inside this Sesshomaru, it raged only internally - a tempest on the horizon being held back by sheer will of spirit.

Even though he knew that, in just a few days, she would be claimed in the way that all youkai would know and understand, he still felt a burning need to stake his claim to her and show that she was off limits in a way that humans, and all other beings, would recognize and respect.

The battle within was troubling, especially considering the object of his desire was only a few feet away in the next room and certainly wouldn't rebuke any advance he made towards her.

He needed think on something else to retain his composure and keep himself from dragging her from her body room back onto the futon and taking her in every way imaginable, before he had let his carefully laid plan play out.

He let a bit of his aura spread across the palace. As he sensed Mayu going about her business in the throne room, a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. His mind was taken to his little mate's curiosity and budding relationship with the demoness – that was one relationship he was looking forward to cultivating. Almost simultaneously he also sensed the hanyou – the only one who seemed to have an issue with the females' relationship thought he wasn't quite sure exactly what that issue was. Then his brain skipped again, this time flitting over the fact that he had never felt more amicable towards his half-brother.

Or dare he even think it... Proud.

The scent of blood was faint, but still served as a memory to the deaths earlier in the day. Once again there were those who felt the need to refuse his brother's rule. Not that he minded in the least, each death acted as a little more persuasion to some of the more stubborn personalities in his court. InuYasha was proving a very effective leader in that respect, and honestly, just about every other regard he could think of. It was expected that there would always be those who would try to defy him, but he was positive that those who attempted to unseat the half-demon would meet the same fate as their dead friends.

He was roused out of his thoughts as his mate stepped back into the room. A thin yukata held her secrets from him, though he could deduce something red underneath and it made his loins heavy. His mate always had naughty little ideas floating around in her pretty little head, though he wouldn't think of complaining, since they all panned out in a more than satisfactory way for him.

His thoughts shifted to reacquainting himself with her body... Her velvety walls stretching around him... His length grew heavier as he thought about how, no matter how many times he attempted to withdraw, her body tended to pull him back in to her plump wetness…He could almost feel the way she…

Then just as quickly, he bounced to the more immediate issue, as those thoughts were getting him nowhere, fast.

He motioned for her to come sit with him in front of the fire. She nodded, noticing that he had procured a small meal for her and realizing how much she needed it. She hadn't eaten all day and had a strong feeling she was going to need energy for later as she was also sure that her amorous lover had some decidedly naughty plans for this evening, which, if she were lucky, would not include taking time out for a proper meal: And since she had decided to surprise him with the crotch-less, red silk one piece that Mayu had helped her commission, even in the unlikely event that he didn't have plans laid for her and their evening, once she showed him what she was wearing under her yukata, she was more than positive that he would be receptive – and imaginative.

Kagome settled on a cushion and started to eat her dinner. Pouring her a cup of tea as he watched her, Sesshomaru's mind began to drift again. Her little moans of satisfaction over her meal threatened to make him alter his plans. He smirked remembering just what those soft petals of hers could do to the phallic part of his anatomy. They sat in comfortable silence until she finished her small meal. Once Kagome had her fill of the cooked vegetables and meats, she began to sip her tea, noticing her male's not-too-subtle glances at her person. He knew that something was up, but allowed her to surprise him. Together they watched moon rise in comfortable silence.

Finishing her tea, Kagome moved from her cushion and tickled the sharp point of his ear, before settling in his lap. Resisting the urge to purr, he gathered her close and began to stroke her midnight locks. Sesshomaru couldn't remember ever wanting a female, or anything else for that matter, the way he wanted his Miko. Everything about her screamed "MINE" to his senses, and the mere thought of her saying anything but yes to his gift was tearing at the edges of his control.

His gift would stand as proof that she accepted his claim – which he knew no doubt that she would. She was already his; this ring was simply tangible proof for the world, and in some odd way, himself. Beyond a seal of her acceptance, he hoped it would calm the storm of instinct that raged within him.

"You are well, my Miko?"

Kagome nodded, smiling sweetly at him.

With the ring he made for her in his hand he went about seducing her mind. Not that he planned to do anything underhanded, but from what his brother had told him about human relationships and interactions, reassurance played an intricate part in keeping your human female pleased. Any doubts she had about their relationship needed to be erased. She had to know, with all certainty, that she was his.

"I have something for you," Sesshomaru said softly, gently pulling her up and turning her to face him.

Once he had her full attention, he pulled the ring out of his pocket. Although he did truly want her and no other, he was also curious and anxious to see her reaction to his present.

Looking down from his mesmerizing lips: A sapphire,

Just like her eyes…

Though his brother had told him that, in the future, a preferable stone would be colorless, Sesshomaru thought it would be more appropriate to at least attempt to capture the color of her eyes in an eternal stone. He had searched until he found one, as close as the Kami had created, to the beautiful blue he had found his peace in.

Kagome was too shocked to speak and for a moment could only stare in disbelief. There, for her, a beautiful ring sparkled in the firelight, throwing soft glints of color across the perfection of his clawed hand. Without thought, she knew what the ring meant.

Suddenly she was overcome with emotion, her heart swelled as she looked up into the eyes of the demon that had captured her heart and never intended to let it go. Tears gathered, brimming in her eyes, as she held out the appropriate hand to accept his proposal. She didn't expect him to ask her to marry him, though in his own way he already had. She was his and would always be. This ring just solidified in time, what had already been realized by fate.

Sesshomaru took her hand and placed the ring on the appropriate finger; the one which held, in the legends of humans, veins and blood leading straight to her heart. Once in its rightful place, the ring settled in to become one with her and the blue stone shimmered brightly with the piece of his own power that Sesshomaru had infused it with.

And thus, the ring silently revealed it's secret to his Miko, not only did it symbolize his intentions towards her and his undying devotion; it also served as protection. With his power infused in the small stone, he knew that she would be safe from any scheme that Seyia or anyone else would plot against her. Not to say that he didn't think she couldn't take care of herself, Sesshomaru had no need for a feeble mate and Kagome was anything but feeble, as she had proved on many occasions. However, with this extra link to her and infusion of power, he was confident in her protection, and eventually, that of their pups.

Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by a bear hug from the miko. He allowed her to push him down and straddle him as she showered his face in kisses and she held him tightly. Without explaination, his mate had understood the significance of the ring on at least several different levels.

His Miko was very perceptive, as he knew she would be.

"So, am I correctly assuming that your answer is yes?" He questioned jokingly between the smother of kisses.

Kagome halted her assault on his person. Cupping his face in her small hands, she looked deep into his eyes while she smiled and slowly nodded in the affirmative.

Wrapping his arms around her body and putting his forehead to hers, he let himself slip into the warmth of her eyes – those shimmering pools of sapphire that he had waited for – longing to drown himself in their depths so many times over the length of this long day while she slept and he waited. It never ceased to amaze him, how his little Miko could evoke such enormous feelings in his being, with even the smallest of gestures. He understood the concept of love, but had never been accustomed to such. However, if he correctly discerned the meaning of the word, and he was confident that he had, his Miko was very easy to love.

"I love you," Kagome said softly, as if reading his mind.

Sesshomaru smiled but didn't respond. He was a male of few words. She was his mate: In his mind, no words were necessary or could convey his feelings for her.

Kagome didn't need to hear it, she knew very well who and what her mate was. He had no need to voice his love for her, his actions proved it.

After a soft kiss to his lips, Kagome moved from his lap and motioned for him to follow her to their futon, which he happily obliged. Once she reached the futon Kagome let her yukata fall to the floor.

Kagome turned and faced him, in nothing but the strategically fitted slip of red silk that skimmed across her skin, hugging her curves.

Wait…

When did he get naked?

Sesshomaru stood in front of her, nude, casually stroking his thick phallus as he gazed down at her...

His little minx made him insatiable, and while he wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, he decided to admire her form and the sight that she deemed fit to bless him with. Lots of questions about her red silk wrappings came to his mind…he had never seen anything like it. He had seen many different females, in many different packages, but he had never seen one so deliciously wrapped just for him. He briefly wondered where she acquired such a garment; He really did need to know as there was no way that this garment would survive the night. After appreciating the sight, he would tear this from her body, and he would have to know how to get more made…several more, each designed specifically to meet its end under his teeth and claws.

Even though she was covered, it did not sufficiently hide her body from his sight. He watched her caramel tipped nipples hardening through the skimpy fabric, as he stroked himself; a bit of feminine hair, neatly peeking into his sight through the garments carefully placed openings, caught his attention while the scent of her arousal rose up to meet him deliciously strong as he stood over her.

Kami! She should always wear red.

He also took noticed the little extra flesh he added to her thighs as the garment strained to enclose her womanly secrets. She was plumping up nicely and would be ready to bear his heirs in no time.

Kagome stared up at him feeling his gaze boring holes through her, deep into her soul. Lust, Love, Adoration... She could see them all in his eyes and it made heat pool in her belly. She squeezed her legs together in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure she felt there. One look from her male could make her body clench desperately for him, but she felt no shame.

Sesshomaru was on the verge of losing control, but he wanted to savor her.

Savor her I shall...

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice velvety and raw.

She obeyed at once and he was on her. Pushing her down into the futon on her knees, leaving her ass in the air. His mouth watered as her uncovered center opened to him. It was weeping and wanting; searching for something that she would soon have. This outfit left her exposed to him. As she surrendered to him, his beast pulled against his will, demanding to come out and play.

He rubbed at her clit and smirked as she moaned softly. His eyes bled red as she wantonly rubbed her moist center against his fingers, quietly pleading with him to do more. Sesshomaru chuckled, throaty and feral. His Miko was all too sensitive to his attentions, already her flower dripped for him as she continued his soft assault on its petals. She moaned, softly begging him for more, anything to help quench her ache.

"Please," she begged him softly.

Sesshomaru bent down; first flicking his hot tongue across her, making her fist the sheets and pant his name; then softly sucking on her clit, sending her into a frenzy. Her flavor was so exquisite to his palette. He knew he would never tire of it.

After paying homage to her clit with his talented lips and tongue, and evoking delicious moans from her body, he went back to rubbing and exploring her, though with more pressure than before. Her moans increased, turning into a constant, luscious cry of desire and need; finally causing him to lose the will to restrain himself.

"You acquiesced to my desires for our union and then decided to bless me with such a wonderful sight. Now, you shall be rewarded, my Miko."

Mindful of his claws, he slipped a finger into her slick passage, marveling at how her soft walls held onto the digit. No matter how many times he penetrated her, she still remained oh, so tight. It amazed him. He slid his cock against her lips, mimicking motions that he would perform inside her momentarily. As he watched, her puckered hole called to him, and he would not ignore it. He slipped another finger in to her, making sure to coat them in her juices and was gifted with a long moan. Using scissoring motions in her, caused her to cry out and buck wildly against him.

Making sure his fingers were sufficiently lubricated, he pulled them from her depths, earning him a deep sigh of disappointment.

He chuckled again.

"Patience, my bitch," he purred

"Yes, Yours," she moaned breathlessly.

Truer words were never spoken…

She watched as pieces of silk fell beside her and briefly noted that her outfit had met its demise at the claws of lover. As she watched it fall, he turned his attention from her for a split second, as he snatched the butter, left over from her dinner, off the table and pinched off a piece. Gliding it along the base of her spine he watching it melt immediately in the rising heat of her skin and savored the low whine of need and confusion the sensation elicited from her.

Pulling her cheeks apart, he watched molten butter drip down over her virgin rosebud where he quickly dipped his fingers into the oily cream and rubbed it in slow, slick circles, coaxing her tightly puckered hole to accept just the tip of his finger. She stiffened for a moment and became still, while she became accustomed to the new sensation; then she slowly began to rock and moan as he set a rhythm, rubbing her clit with his thumb and allowing her to slide further back on his slippery digit, pulling him deeper into her tight hole with each stroke.

Sesshomaru almost came undone at the sight. What a picture she had seen fit to bless and honor him with! All of her secrets laid bare to him after being wrapped in a tantalizing red bow.

Keeping his finger deeply embedded in her puckered hole, he used his other hand to increase the stimulation to her clit and dripping cavern. As she opened more to him, he slid another finger into her rear, preparing her for what was to come in just a few short days. As much as he wanted to sample that part of her now, it would have to wait. Instead, he carefully and painstakingly used this time to prepare her mind and body, to eliminate the chance of any pain later, when it would be the thickness of his hard manhood entering her. He knew that during the ceremony he would take her in every orifice, as instincts demanded that she be marked in every way. When he took her final virginity, he wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure.

In one motion he introduced another finger and let her slide back on it, as he pierced her dripping center with his lust heavy cock, and heard his name spill from her lips. Having faith in his passionate little bitch, he held steady and watched, while, in her greed to fill herself with him, she slid easily down on the three fingers in her back entrance. It was becoming difficult for him to concentrate, not only was she impaling herself back onto his cock and hand with every thrust; he could feel his fingers through the thin flesh between her two entrances, and celebrated in the fact that he had her completely filled.

He continued to watch and wait for her thrusts back onto him became more forceful before he began to drive himself into her. First, watching her using him for her own pleasure, then pushing into her while fingering her tight little hole was one of the most erotic experiences that he'd ever had and having her as his chosen female only multiplied his delight. His mind reeled as he pushed harder into her, only to pull back and surge forward once more.

Kagome felt completely filled, she briefly wondered how it would feel when he took her there. Her stomach clenched at the thought and sent her quickly towards her end.

Sesshomaru's control put him but a breath behind her, quickly losing that control to the sensations washing over him: The tightness of her back side around his fingers... Hot butter dripping down and combining with her sweet juices to coat him in molten silk... Her body, molded for him by the Kami, with a such perfection, that when held within her depths, he felt completion that he had never known... He simply couldn't continue and be mindful of his clawed fingers.

"Forgive me My Miko, I can wait no longer."

She nodded and pulled forward slowly, allowing him to gently slip his fingers from her rear entrance, before relinquishing herself to him fully as he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her forcefully.

Kagome could to naught but moan, almost screaming with the feeling. A few strokes across her already over sensitive clit, and she was undone. Fisting pieces of shredded silk, remnants of the sacrificed outfit, along with the sheets, she attempted hold onto the last of her sanity as her demon lover compelled her closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. Sesshomaru pounded into her ruthlessly and relentlessly. He pounded into her in a way that it jarred her bones, and she was willing, but unable to meet his passionate thrusts. Long lost to his beast, he was almost at his end, but demanded that she acknowledged who would claim her in such a way.

Growling primal as he was gifted with a fresh wave of her juices, his claws dug into her hips, careful not to draw blood, but pulling her forcefully enough to sheath the entirety of his engorged cock within her. His mouth watered as he reached to touch, her nectar flowed down over his fingers as he contacted her pearl, knowing his end was only moments away and wanting to take her over the edge with him.

"Say it." He demanded forcefully, "Say it bitch."

Kagome knew what he wanted to hear. His ministrations had turned her to putty, a puddle of lustful goo in his hands to mold at his will. She was going to cum; hanging on the precipice with her lover, and only she held the one word that would send them both tumbling over the edge into oblivion.

"Yours."

Neither noticed as the ring on her hand sparked then glowed as their auras joined, pushing them to their collective end. Neither noticed when their auras did not recede back into their bodies, as usual, but into the power infused stone on her finger.

The demon came with a snarl, emptying himself in her, as he had done many times before. Finally, he released her hips and allowed his spent cock to slip from her depths. Having no strength of her own left, and free of his firm grasp, Kagome collapsed contentedly onto the scraps of fabric that had once been her lingerie.

For a moment, it crossed Sesshomaru's mind that he couldn't remember a time when he had felt this fatigued. The thought was immediately whisked away as he looked down at his little mate and traced a gentle finger down her nicely rounded, and well buttered, backside towards her knee, eliciting a slight sleepy giggle from her. He had been with her many times, and yet, the experience was never the same. It was always different and, somehow, always better than any time before. She was an enigma that he fully intend on using eternity to figure out.

Kagome opened her eyes to watch her love scoop her up and move her to her side of their bed. Deftly tucking her under the covers on his left side – the side that she would forever be on as his mate.

"You please me in ways that you do not comprehend," he stated with a kiss to her forehead, as she moved to lay her head on his chest.

Quietly they lay together, listening to the rhythm of their oddly synchronized heartbeats and breaths: Silent in their respite, as the moon crossed the sky and the night pulsed around them. It was his voice that broke the spell, "Sleep, my Miko. For in the morning you will attend to your duties as Lady of the West."

Kagome nodded sleepily and snuggled into him as he tenderly sampled the sweetness of her warm mouth one more time. Then, after touching his lips gently to her head, Sesshomaru allowed himself to drift into a peaceful sleep.

Willing prisoners to the sweetest of dreams, neither noticed that the ring on her finger flickered softly with an internal fire that glowed purple with their combined powers.