I wanted to do this from 'Kagome's POV' even though it still is third person. So we're focusing more on Kagome's thoughts and what's happening to her than Sesshoumaru's.

Prompt: A check in on Kagome and Sesshoumaru's new home life. Slice of life, kink, erotica.

Kagome hummed to herself quietly, she was washing a few dishes from dinner, the motions calming and allowing her time to think. She was a bit like her mother she mused, Satori Higurashi never hesitated to wash a sink full of dishes even though they had a properly working dishwasher. Being surrounded by that positive attitude to housework made her see it less as a chore and a little more as quiet time, she supposed.

'Though, no matter what, no one can get me to like folding or ironing. You can't pay me enough money.' She thought with a mental shake of her head. Thankfully, Sesshoumaru had a housekeeper for that.

She had been moved into his home for a little over a month now, she was still feeling like a guest, but the feeling left her slowly. With every domestic task she took on it felt more like she lived in the place and not that she was there for an extended stay. He had asked her if she wanted to redecorate in any way and while she didn't particularly have the want to, she wouldn't put it out of the realm of possibilities. He was only trying to make her more comfortable after all.

They were melding their lives together now, and short of buying a new home for the both of them and having a clean slate (which he had offhandedly suggested and she shut down quickly), redecoration was a good way to meet in the middle.

Since she moved in, she renovated the kitchen and bathrooms in her old home, a task she had been putting off for months because she didn't want to have to watch over a contractor or live in and around the construction, and now her home was being rented by a lovely family who are new to the area. The new source of residual income looked pretty nice in her savings account.

Her and Sesshoumaru's 'fights for the cheque' hadn't eased up in the least, not that she really expected it to. She was still very independent and was adamant that he knew that she didn't need him in her life, she wanted him there. He respected that and enjoyed her gifts when she gave them. The last time she got him a gift, he thanked her by making her squirt. She smiled to herself, she'd thought it was so romantic of him.

'I guess he really likes those cufflinks,' she thought wryly as he strapped her arms above her head, stretching her out for his pleasure. She hadn't really thought anything of the gift; she remembered him mentioning that he wanted a new pair in a by the way muttering one afternoon and simply bought a pair she liked. It really wasn't planned on her part, but she had been out shopping with Sango, saw them and remembered his remark and bought it.

He appreciated her thinking about him he had said into her neck when he pushed her against the wall. He also appreciated the new lingerie she bought so it was more or less approval for both things.

Sesshoumaru checked the knots that held the silk ties to the headboard, his mind wandering with the steady nature of the tying of the knots. He wrapped her wrists individually, methodically, before tying them together and then to one central point on the headboard. He had been reading over a financial plan when she came home from shopping, excitedly showing him her wares. He suggested she try on the scrap of fabric she was most excited for when she had come back with a small box for himself. It was the ribbony nature of her new sexy garment that made her look like a gift, coupled with the fact that she got him something that he had planned on getting himself, had made his cock rock hard for her at that moment.

She skipped into the room, her breasts barely being held by the thick band and he saw the puckering of the nipple clamps he bought her, she wore them more often than he thought she would. She had told him once that she liked the weight of them and when the diamonds brushed against the underside of her breast, it reminded her of him caressing her.

Easing back on his knees, he took in her stretched form. He left her legs loose and she had them crossed at the ankles as she waited comfortably. Her breasts were pressed up, and her back arched a little.

"Is it too tight?" He asked her, caressing the fingers on her right hand. She clasped her fingers within his while she shook her head.

"No, it doesn't hurt." She confirmed.

He said nothing as he got off the bed and went to the closet. He came back with what seemed like strips of leather, but she knew it to be a harness, she rubbed her thighs together.

"You will not make a sound. If I hear one moan or gasp, I will slap your breasts, thighs and ass. I'll pinch your nipples and bite your neck. If I see that you're disobeying for the sake of disobeying; I will fuck your mouth and spray my cum all over you while you ache for release." He ordered sternly, while hooking the harness onto her legs, he felt the shiver that went through her and saw the moisture darkening her crotch.

"You like that don't you. You love the thought of me using you however I want, even if you're helpless to stop me." He stroked her inner thighs lightly as he spoke, narrowing his eyes at her almost coldly. He pinched her flesh lightly and she jumped in shock, before shivering.

"What is your safe word?" He asked, buckling the last buckle in place, it held her legs up and open in the air, bent at her knees, the harness itself buckled behind her back, leaving the space above her open thighs free.

"Priestess." She whispered; eyes closed.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked again and she nodded. "Good," he purred. She was splayed open for him and unable to stop his attention.

"You are a beautiful little whore, aren't you?" He murmured, stroking his fingers up and down her thighs, she shuddered lightly but stayed otherwise quiet. He kissed her tenderly before placing a sleep mask over her eyes, effectively blindfolding her. She bit her lip in anticipation.

There was the unmistakable sound of a squirt of lube and she tried to peer in the little space at the bottom of the mask to see what he was up to but couldn't. She jumped when she felt a blunt object sliding up and down her slit, paying attention to her clit. The lube was cold, but it left a warm tingling in its wake and woke up the nerves in her nether lips. Not that they needed waking.

The blunt object migrated to her core, pressing into her for a teasing moment before it withdrew. It happened again and she had to bite her tongue from making a peep. She inhaled swiftly when the object further migrated, before being pressed into her not so often used back door. She managed to withhold the grunt she wanted to release, it didn't hurt, but it was always a sort of shocking feeling then those muscles were stimulated.

The plug seated firmly, she clenched and unclenched her asshole so see if there was pain.

"Does that feel ok?" He asked, he didn't sound like he was close to her. She nodded, unwilling to take the chance that he thought she was willingly disobeying by speaking. He must be watching, she decided.

She felt the bed dip beside her and turned her head automatically in the direction. Her eyes blindly shot open under the mask and she inhaled a shuddering breath at the feel of his fingers trailing patterns over her heated flesh. Goosebumps pebbled her skin and her nipples tightened, becoming as hard as diamonds under his traveling digits. He was teasing her with uneven touches; a light stroke on the underside of her breast, a scratch of the nail on her hip. She could feel his breath along her neck and swallowed thickly.

One hand emigrated to her swollen pussy lips and she gasped when he increased his pressure and massaged the petals that covered her aching core. A sharp pop to the underside of her left breast made her jump and bite her lips, she felt the warm liquid leak from her center at the pain. He continued to stroke her, staying away from her clit and she wanted to moan a complaint, but still had the wherewithal not to.

He lightly scratched the skin on her inner thighs at the same time that he tweaked her right nipple and nibbled on her ear and her eyes rolled back underneath the covering. Her fingers twitched and her mouth dropped open.

"You're so beautiful Kagome, the way your lips open and purse and your eyebrows narrow when you're trying to focus on your release." He was whispering in her ears, his rich baritone sending shivers down her spine while he told her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to fuck her. Her skin flushed and she bit her lip and clenched her fingers together. He was pressing his palm onto her engorged clit now, while he massaged her pussy, dipping his fingers lightly into her core. She squirmed beneath his touches, unable to keep her body still. Her toes curled and she felt her pussy clenching for what wasn't there. She was ready to beg, and he knew it.

He eased from beside her and she whimpered her protest unconsciously, she received a sharp slap to her inner thigh that had her sucking in a ragged breath. The pain bloomed for only a moment and was replaced with a shiver of anticipation.

His lips closed around her swollen pleasure nub and she jumped which transformed into a deep shudder as he proceeded to suck. Stars danced behind her eyes and she felt her extremities tingle. She wanted to clamp her legs together, but it was impossible. He continued his oral assault, inserting two fingers into her slick cavern and started rubbing upwards. A heavy static like feeling replaced the familiar warmth in her belly, it was a fleeting sensation and she tried to focus on it.

Her breathing became harsh as he proceeded to slap her g-spot with his two fingers, his thrusting motions became more like furious tapping as he paid sole attention to that tangle of nerves within her. She arched painfully, her body tensing and shifting of its own accord. The static in her belly reached outwards and locked her limbs, there was a heavy feeling taking over her and she couldn't stop the noises that escaped her throat. A blinding light erupted in her sight and she screamed her release, the feeling more powerful than she remembered ever having, it felt like her brain turned to complete mush.

She moaned deeply when she registered Sesshoumaru's tongue within her, lapping around the protrusion of the anal plug. He popped her thigh and she couldn't help her moan; her whole body was sensitive.

"My my, I never knew you were a squirter my pet." he drawled, speaking against her lower lips. She squirmed at the sensation while her mind tried to grasp that she had just had a powerful squirting orgasm.

They'd had sex for hours that day, the new information had made him happy and a happy Sesshoumaru was an insatiable Sesshoumaru. Placing her last plate away, she hummed to herself as she remembered the luxurious soak they had afterwards.

Her musings were cut short by the heat on her back and the hand that wrapped around her midsection like a band. Sesshoumaru's hot breath warmed her neck as he brushed his nose through the hair on her nape, her upswept bun providing him the perfect opportunity to tickle her unhindered. His hips pressed against her ass, locking her into place against the countertop. Her thin housedress did nothing to hinder the large covered erection that pushed into her cheeks.

Sesshoumaru caressed her neck lovingly, wrapping his fingers around the smooth column. His other hand was rubbing her thigh, pushing her dress up her hips while he went. She gripped the counter in front of her, ignoring the bite of the edge into her skin. He bent her forward, her eyes taking in a close up of the bottom of the recently cleaned sink while her dress was pushed up her back. He yanked down her cotton panties and cupped her sex from behind, his index finger seeking out her hidden nub. Widening her legs, he latched onto her lower lips, parting them with his tongue and tasting her heated core. She writhed above him, gasping into the pipes as he worked her, prepping her for what she felt would be a fast and hard pounding.

She was close, her eyes slid closed and her jaw clenched in concentration, ready for the rush of release. Only to cry out as he stopped his oral love making, she heard him making shushing noises that combined with the sound of his zipper. Sesshoumaru gripped her hips, pushing her a little further into the sink to raise her ass to a comfortable height and sheathed himself to the hilt.

His grunt was punctuated by her cry, and he grit his teeth as he slammed into her with abandon. Grabbing her bun, he pulled her head back, arching her back against his sexual attack. His velocity was quick, each drive of his hips molded their bodies together in the fevered dance of ecstasy.

The kitchen was a symphony of sounds, Kagome's feminine cries were accompanied by the percussion of her knees hitting the lower cupboards with each deep plunge of his dick. Sesshoumaru's staccato breathing completed the ensemble, an allegro concerto that was going faster to an explosive crescendo.

Kagome wailed her lover's name, feeling her inner walls clamp around him and his own jagged ruts. He grunted as his seed was milked from his body, thrusting shallowly until his own shivers ceased. Kagome hung limply beneath him, trying to steady her breathing and shivering with each light press.

She moaned as she felt him pull out of her tight body. She leaned off the sink and looked over her shoulder into his bright eyes. He smirked at her, the slight lift to his lips brightening his aristocratic features.

"Well that was a nice way to finish the dishes." She joked, brushing her sweaty bangs from her eyes.

"You looked delicious." Was all he said, bending over to pull her forgotten panties up from her knees. He smirked at the cum lazily running down her thighs and knew she wanted to wipe herself up. He pressed her thighs together, smearing the evidence of his passion along her flesh, much to her chagrin.

He slapped her ass and stepped back, allowing her to unfold herself from the sink and she turned to face him, acknowledging the order in his actions; she wouldn't clean herself up. She had to go through the rest of the afternoon with dried cum on her thighs because he wanted to enjoy the view.

She wouldn't complain, this wasn't nearly as embarrassing as when she had to walk around with dried cum on her chest. It had been hidden by the majority of her shirt, but there had been splashes on her face. She had tried her hardest to not blush to her toes when talking to the housekeeper.

Kaede was a woman who thankfully didn't judge, she had been with Sesshoumaru for a few years and had undoubtedly cleaned up from his messier escapades. She was paid handsomely to keep her opinions to herself on the matter and the woman never treated her poorly. If anything, she was happy that Kagome seemed to be a permanent fixture in her employer's life.

Kagome bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together; she could still feel their mixed fluids sluggishly dripping out of her and soaking the seat of her panties. Ignoring the feeling, she reached forward to lovingly stroke Sesshoumaru's now flaccid cock and place it back within the confines of his boxers and pants. He kissed her forehead in approval and quit the room, she watched him leave, staring at his ass as he went.

Expelling a deep breath which blew her bangs up, she turned around to survey the sink area and proceeded to wipe it down with disinfectant and a small smile.

.:o0o:.

I hope you guys like!

Much love!

-sora