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~Smo
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that are in the anime and manga known as InuYasha. I just like to borrow them in order to satisfy my inner writer.
Chapter 37
Sesshoumaru heard the door of his car shut behind him. His knuckles reached up to rap against the dark, cherry wood door in front of him as he debated what he was currently doing. This may have been a bad idea. No, this definitely was a bad idea.
Kagome had given him an open invitation at the dreadful dinner two nights ago. Last night had been so lonely. He had been left to think, while his mother tried to explain his situation without laughing. Oh, she was finding the humor in it so easily. It was as if his drama infused life made her day. He shook his head at that. His mother lived to see other people fall. He would be another one added to her collection.
Still, this morning he had woke up with the urge to see Kagome. She had defended him against Sarah, even went as far as to send him an open invitation in front of the woman. To put it simply, she had shown such confidence that he doubted he could call her innocent anymore. She had shown a new side of herself.
I think it made her look more innocent, chimed in his inner demon. Sesshoumaru snorted as he waited for the servant he heard to open the door on the other side.
It was definitely feisty. He agreed, not quite understanding his inner-child's notation.
She defended you without really understanding the consequences. She doesn't know that it just puts her one step closer to bedding us, to becoming ours. Hell, she didn't even know what the hell she was talking about. She hasn't even seen me yet!
Nor will she ever see you, , Sesshoumaru growled out. He was determined to keep the inner-demon, the natural form, locked up inside him for as long as he could. If, more like when, it needed to come out, he would take his car and drive it as far away from Kagome as he could before unleashing it.
He didn't want her to realize the words she'd spewed at the table to be wrong, didn't want her to be afraid of him.
The door opened. "Can I help you?" The servant asked. The older woman was leaning over a cane, which shook as it strained to hold her weight.
"I am here to see Lady Higurashi," Sesshoumaru relayed. "I heard she was here for the weekend, planning her sister's engagement feast…" he trailed off. He, Sesshoumaru, Lord of the West in demon times, was nervous.
"Oh, come in," the servant added, opening the door wider before hobbling away. He heard the sound of her laughter, smelled the sudden fragrance of apples and honey, even a hint of cream.
It was the sudden intake of breath, followed by a slight smell of cherries, maybe arousal, he couldn't tell from all the different smells, which made him doubt his control. He had locked himself up in his house the previous day because his inner demon had been hard to control.
Most of it was angry at Sarah. She had come back and ruined all of his plans for bedding and tainting Kagome. The rest of it was happy that she had stood her ground and continued to show her approval, her desire, for him. Sesshoumaru had argued with it, but in the end, he still didn't know whether it would kill Sarah or try to molest Kagome.
"Com- Sesshoumaru," Kagome called into the hall as she made eye contact with him. Her voice cracked when it stumbled across his name shyly, a flush adorning her cheeks. "I am sorry. I know I invited you over yesterday, but I really wanted to move forward with Sango's plans."
Sesshoumaru gave a small smile, strained with lust and desire. It was getting harder to keep his hands to himself. "I hope I am not intruding then," Sesshoumaru released.
Kagome's brilliant smile was his reward. The softness, the cheerfulness, that washed over him made his heart jolt. It felt as if she could electrocute him with shocks of pleasure with those small smiles and blushes.
"Not at all," she cheered. "I-I hope everything went well," she then added. Her voice dropped to a bare whisper when she said it. Obviously, she wasn't sure if her words were appropriate.
Sesshoumaru gulped at the reminder. "I hope she will take the hint and leave before I forcefully remove her person," he added, trying to sound light even though his inner-demon was raging within him. Sarah was on Kagome's mind, and that wasn't something he wanted.
"This way," Kagome broke into his thoughts, grabbing his wrist without thinking and dragging him into the room she had come from. He entered it, but didn't know whether to leave or to stay.
Miroku was playing on the piano with a lack of talent. Sango was laughing as she bit into another biscuit. Kagome giggled as she went to sit on the bench, her fingers drumming along rhythmically, as if attempting to save the poor man from certain humiliation.
It sort of fit though. Kagome's cheerful tunes, bouncing from major key to major key across the piano, while Miroku's random attacks jolted the listeners. Sesshoumaru welcomed himself down on the couch, Lady Sango in a small lounge chair in the corner of the room. She was cutting into a piece of wood, shaping it as she laughed with Miroku's ambushes against the piano.
"Can you play, Lady Sango?" Sesshoumaru asked. To be honest, he really held no interest in the girl. The only reason he cared to figure anything out about her was that it might open up a small clue or hint about Kagome.
The woman looked up at him. He instantly felt as if he was being sized up and checked over. It wasn't the normal woman looking his body over, no this woman was trying to figure out if he was doing something manipulative. Then she sighed, "No. Father only taught me how to sharpen wood and make crafts, he figured that was the only way I'd make a living," she gritted out, obviously holding a grudge against the man.
Sesshoumaru nodded in return. Sango had been a mistress's daughter. She hadn't been accepted by society, but still had found love in a man that no one really cared to talk about. He glanced over to Miroku. He was grinning at Sango while his fingers bounced randomly across the piano.
His eyes twinkled when he looked at her. Sesshoumaru could tell it was love, but a part of him suddenly felt pity for the man. Their children would probably have the same outcome of her. They would live their life hearing of their mother, the baby of a mistress and a gambling old man.
Then his gaze hit Kagome's sparkling emerald eyes. They were filled with mirth. A happy grin, she was almost laughing, was on her face as she played the tune with Miroku. The brilliant hair fell over her shoulder as she looked back at him, catching his gaze and pulling him under her spell.
His heart stopped. Turning his head, he looked back to Sango. This would be Kagome's life, if he made her his mistress. She would be scrutinized. If they had children, they would be laughed at, unaccepted by the masses.
He looked back to her. She was still watching him. A smaller smile, more kind and gentle than amused, fit her face. There was something in her, something in her that called to him. It was a call he'd never heard before. With Sarah, she had pulled out his hormones and first love.
Kagome, she called to both him and his inner-demon. She wanted him whole and complete, not just the name and title that came with his looks. Kagome wanted everything, and she would give herself to have it.
The piano silenced. Miroku laughing as he fell off the bench. A servant came to help him up, and he laughed as he stumbled over to Sango. She was giving him a look that told him she disapproved of his childish behavior, and yet there was a small glint of amusement in her gaze. Her jaw tightened, and he realized she was trying not to laugh.
He felt the cushion beside him shift. Kagome looked up at him, he watched the green orbs scan his face. They rolled over his cheeks, then his lips and his eyes. "What?" He found himself asking.
A blush broke across her face. She looked away, finding a spot on the wall that suddenly seemed interesting. Then, she whispered, "I-I enjoy the stripes…" She trailed off, speaking quietly enough so Sango and Miroku wouldn't hear.
Sesshoumaru blinked, stumped. He had no idea what to say. Never had someone told him that they enjoy his stripes. It was an odd feeling of flattery. He stood up, pulling her with him. Over his shoulder, he heard her shout a quick excuse before he dragged her into the hall, walking far enough away until he turned the corner.
He turned on his heel so fast she almost ran into him. Instead, he thrust her against the wall, crushing his lips against hers with a possessive growl. This woman was an aphrodisiac.
The moan she released coursed through him. The shiver that passed through her causing him to grip her arms tighter as his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting the sweet fruit she smelled like.
"S-Sesshoumaru," Kagome bit out softly, whispering against his lips as she tried to slow her heart. "M-My room is… u-upstairs."
Kagome expected him to pull away, to lead him up the stairs where they could continue their lecherous trip into the land of pleasure and sensuality. She didn't expect to be lifted off the ground and she almost let out a squeal, the only thing keeping her quiet from the sudden shock was the kiss he pressed. She fastened her legs around his waist securely, her dress riding up her thighs at the position as he jostled up the steps.
She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up her throat and out of her mouth. "Y-You're being impatient," she got out, nervousness leaking out of her pores as he shoved her into the room. Kagome had no idea how he knew this was her room, maybe it had been one of his demon senses.
As soon as her eyes saw the bed, the same one she had slept on last night, she began to panic. Were they going to do it now? Was Sesshoumaru going to collect his payment and tarnish her chastity – her purity, now?
Her heat began to pump almost painfully. The blood in her veins turned to ice water, halting in their frozen place. Her legs shook and her body suddenly felt heavy. What if he didn't like her? What if she did something wrong and he laughed?
Sesshoumaru's arms wrapped around her, pulling her back and flush against his chest. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, soothing her with small and chaste kisses across her neck. Kagome closed her eyes as she concentrated on calming down. She didn't know that the demon behind her was as out of control as she was.
The red eyes that peered at her with nothing short of lust were devouring her body in. The teal orbs pulsing as they took in every supple curve of her breast, the small pebbles beneath her corset that teased him, he would do anything to flick his tongue over those nipples. The same eyes stared at the bare flesh of her neck.
Do it! His inner-demon begged. Please! She is as good as ours!
Sesshoumaru's mouth went dry. He opened his mouth, exposing the fangs as they erupted from his gums. The necklace was beginning to burn as it attempted to control him. It was too weak though. He lowered his canines to her neck. The same time his conscience began to fight against his true nature.
Stop it. She has no idea what this means! What happens when she sees you and decides she doesn't like you? What happens when she realizes that you've mated with her, and yet you won't marry her? She will never be able to be with anyone else, even as she grows old.
She won't grow old! She'll belong to us as long as we live! Married or not, she's mine!
She deserves to be married and treated like a wife – a queen! The sudden slam to himself shook him. He straightened and stared down at her. She was leaning back against him still, enjoying the small nips that he didn't remember lying along her shoulder. The sleeve of her dress had been pushed down, and the bare shoulder made his thoughts falter again.
That loose sleeve almost made it possible for him to see one of her breasts. He shivered at the thought, before nipping her ear once more. "Get on the bed," he whispered.
She turned on her heel so quickly, that he had to lean back to avoid being pegged in the face by her hair. The shocked and widened eyes stared at him. She was so nervous he could almost feel the shiver that past through her body.
He cupped her cheek softly. "I won't take you, yet," he warned her, but lightly pushed her against the edge of the bed. She collapsed with a feminine grunt. The strawberry flush taking over her face as he leaned over her, forcing her to lay in the center of the bed.
Playfully, he nipped her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. His fingers grazed down the sides of her dress, curving over her hip as he pushed her up higher on the bed. One of his hands moved upwards, cupping her breasts through the fabric. His lips created an intense line of desire as they kissed from her jaw to her collarbone.
He nipped at the top of her dress, where some of her breast was beginning to strain against. Kagome arched into him, wanting more than he was giving. The chuckle that rang from his lips was nothing short of lust-filled. "Tsk, so greedy," he noted, before covering the clothed nipple with his lips.
It hardened under his attention almost instantly, giving him the reaction he wanted – needed. Her body was perfect against his. The way her back arched and she pressed her breasts against his chest, almost begging for more, made him want to take her right there. Her body was so tense, so nervous, that he wanted to spend hours tainting it, making it understand there was nothing but pleasure waiting.
He pulled back, staring at her nipple, hardened through the cloth of her dress. The wet area he'd made as he sucked on it sent a wave of pride through him. He would give her a slow torturous example of just how pleasurable it would be without taking her clothes off.
The goal was set. He started with sliding his knees between her legs, listening to her heart begin to pound unsteadily. He pressed his knee against her womanhood. The sudden intake of breath, the small whimper, it was all music to his ears. "How does it feel?" He asked. He wanted to know how she felt – how he made her feel.
She turned to look to the side, embarrassment suddenly filtering across her face. Sesshoumaru leaned down, brushing his lips against hers as one hand slid beneath her to rest in the arch in her lower back. "Never feel embarrassed, Kagome," he whispered, leaning against her neck to breath in the delectable scent.
"H-hot," kagome whispered quietly, feeling his knee as it pressed against her one more time. It sent jolts and small tingles up through her body and back down to her toes. It wasn't enough though, she needed more.
She felt like she was slowly rolling towards a deep hole, an abyss, filled with Sesshoumaru's delectable attentions. There was more though, at the end of the abyss. It was something she couldn't name, something that teased and taunted her. She knew that if she could just make it to the end, could reach the bottom, it would be mind-blowing. First, she had to make it there.
"M-More," she stammered out, feeling the sudden pinch as his fingers tightened against her right nipple. She moaned when she felt that knee one more time. Closer, she was getting closer. She released a groan when he pulled back, about to tell him to make a decision and stick to it, when there was a knock on the door.
They both shot off the bed, heads colliding. "H-Hello!" Kagome asked, rubbing her temple where it had collided with Sesshoumaru's.
The servant cleared her throat quietly. "Y-You have a visitor," the older woman croaked out before leaving them.
Kagome looked to Sesshoumaru. Her breathing was still heavy, lips still swollen from his tugs and kisses, legs still shaky and weak, and her nipples still wet from his nips and sucks. "I will leave you to get ready," Sesshoumaru grunted out, forcing himself to leave the room, ignoring the strain of his manhood as it yearned for its own turn.
Later.
No, we could have just killed the servant! It would have bought us time!
No, we cannot kill servants anymore. It will not benefit us in the long-run.