Lessons Learned
Author: Shortey 83
Chapter: 34 - A Dream or a Memory?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha or Skyrim!
Author's Note: I found this extra half written and nearly discarded but decided to post it. It's a little different from what I usually write, but I thought it would be better to finish it and post instead of scrapping the whole thing. I hope you all enjoy. ^.^
Story Start:
Sesshomaru's talk with his father had finished later than he had expected. He had heard a few rumors of the dragon Laquhkriin's whereabouts, but after following up on those rumors he had come up empty handed. That was fine. Sesshomaru would prefer to squeeze the life out of the scaley beast with his own hands anyways. True, he had his mate back and she was now very heavy with his offspring, but he would never allow that green bastard to get away with the hell he had put Takara through.
Silently he entered his rooms, the place she now preferred to sleep and added a few logs to the firepit to warm the room. The heavy blanket that covered her seemed to keep her warm, but when he wasn't there to ensure her comfort, he wanted to ensure she was well enough to make due.
Carefully, as not to disturb her sleep, he settled beside her, unable to help himself as he reached out to touch her growing belly. She had only perhaps one or two moon cycles before she would give birth and he could tell she was beginning to tire quicker than she normally did. She wasn't ill or in bad health, but her stomach was beginning to get in her way. She stirred lightly in her sleep and he gently stroked her raven-colored hair, admiring how beautiful she was swollen with his child. He knew it taxed her to keep up with his sexual appetites, but his control was wanning as she progressed in her pregnancy.
No matter how tired she was after her day, Takara always responded eagerly to his advances. He had discovered not long ago that on a particularly exhausting day for her, she had felt that he would be disappointed in her if she did not couple with him. Needless to say, he was quick to put that thought out of her head. He was not overly communicative with anyone, even her, so it was only his desire to let her know she was desired by him. He felt he would let his actions speak for him.
Now as he sat watching her, he noticed that she had started to dream and hoped that it wouldn't turn into yet another nightmare for her. They had become more and more frequent lately and she had yet to confide in him what the dream was about. But it was always the same dream. He could tell by how it, and she, progressed as it went along. A dreamy smile ghosted across her face as the dream took a pleasant turn and he couldn't help but wonder.
What do dream about, My Treasure?
Takara could feel this dream was different. It wasn't the usual nightmare with the blue creature with silver eyes. This felt... familiar. Almost like a case of Deja Vu. It occurred to her then that what she was seeing was a memory that had been lost. Relieved that she wasn't about to be chased through a fog filled stone maze by a mysterious creature, she allowed the memory to play out in hopes that it had a pleasant ending.
It had been a long day in the warm and humid summer air. After many desperate pleas to Sesshomaru, he finally allowed her to go out and help the villagers with whatever tasks they would allow her to help with. She was bored to death sitting around the house without anything to do. Rin had gone to visit Kagome and InuYasha and Sesshomaru had busied himself with something that looked important.
After seeing a group of men struggling to fix the cart they had built to haul their load of wood to the village, Takara had decided to lend her help to them. It hadn't been easy work, but she had managed to help them (much to their embarrassment) and make the repair needed to the cart. One of the men, in his desperation to prove himself to the lady of the village had overexerted himself, tiring quickly with the sweltering heat of the day bearing down on him. It wasn't long after that, Takara had to command him to sit in the shade of the forest and drink some water while she and the others fixed the cart.
After finally feeling like she had been useful and beginning to tire from the heat herself, she made her way back to the house and decided to skip the hot spring bath and just have a quick, cooling cleanse, and then a nap.
Takara wasn't sure when she had dozed off into an almost sleep, but it was a deep inhale next to her ear that stirred her. She cracked her eyes open to see Sesshomaru's face right next to her own and she had somehow ended up in his lap.
"Can I help you?" she asked, a brow raised in confusion a moment before she yawned.
"You smell nice." He told her, before teasing her with a small lick behind the ear.
"Well I certainly didn't earlier. I'm pretty sure someone tossed their cookies on my foot at one point."
"Tossed their what?"
She laughed. "Tossed their cookies. You know, vomited."
"Why did you not just say that?"
"Because vomited is just so… I don't know, so clinical."
"It's more appropriate than… whatever the expression you used was." He finally huffed before pulling his head away from her laughter. "But yes, you smelled slightly awful."
"Only slightly? How come?"
"Because you are close to being receptive."
Usually her face would've heated in embarrassment at the idea that she was ovulating, but after the conversation they just had, it only seemed to drive her point home.
"You know, that's another word I'm not fond of. 'Receptive'. Again, so clinical, so proper, so…"
"Appropriate?" He finished for her.
"Exactly" She leaned away from him until she could look him in the eye. "It's just about as exciting as me asking 'Would you like to partake in sexual intercourse with me?'"
"I would," he responded before she could get another word in.
That only threw her into a fit of laughter. That laughter did not stop him from standing, with her in his arms and pulling the screen door to before heading over to their futon. "You are ridiculous, woman." He told her as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I'm ridiculous? That question was about the furthest you can get from sexy and yet here we are. No, no, Sesshomaru. I think it's you who is the ridiculous one."
His face betrayed no emotion, save for a hint of lust burning in his amber eyes as he savagely ripped open her yukata.
Her breath left her lungs in an instant at his ferocity, feminine honey beginning to seep from between her thighs. Oh, things were about to go very quickly as she remembered how much she had ached for Sesshomaru over the past few days. All of a sudden, she was feeling rather needy. "Flash flood alert" she blurted out.
Sesshomaru raised a brow as he moved to settle himself between her thighs, preparing himself for a feast. "And what does that expression mean?"
She gave him a little half smile as he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders and gave her inner thigh a teasing lick. "It means things are getting very wet, very quickly."
Another pause from him as he seemed to test the words in his mind a few times, before he went back to the task at hand, giving her a nice, long lick to the damp folds of her sex. Takara could barely hear his response for her own moan, but she could've sworn he said, "That one isn't so bad."
It was easy to get lost in the pleasure, Sesshomaru's rough tongue, his calloused hands, the vibrations of his growls as he feasted on her, it was all overwhelming. It was also nearly enough to distract her from what he had said about being receptive. That sneaky… She thought before he slipped his fingers inside her clutching channel, searching to find the spot she loved best. Lucky for Takara she came to her senses before Sesshomaru was able to begin his assault.
"Wait a minute!" she suddenly got out, sitting up and grabbing a fistful of his silky hair. She watched his eyes narrow slightly, nearly reaching her peak as he licked her juices from his lips. She scrambled away, picking up a sleeping yukata that had been placed in the room for her.
"Where do you think you're going?" He growled the question as his eyes began to bleed to red.
"I think we need to discuss this. Remember our talk about giving me some time before children?" Takara rambled as she shed her shredded yukata to put on a new one.
"You don't need to put on clothes for us to talk."
"I do if I plan on being the reasonable one." She muttered as he stood off the futon and stepped towards her, looking like every bit of the predator he was. Graceful and focused, he advanced on her and with every step he took forward, Takara retreated two steps back. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered InuYasha telling her that running from Sesshomaru while he was in even the slightest feral state was a bad idea, but the primitive part of her mind told her to run from a predator.
"Reasonable?" he scoffed, his reddening amber eyes following every move she made. "You want me, I can smell it, but you are trying to escape."
Her back finally hit the screen door and she reached back to grab the opening. "Trying?" she questioned.
"Open that screen and I mount you where I catch you, and I will catch you."
Takara thought she had been wet before, but the thought of him pursuing her on a chase through the forest made her forget why she was protesting in the first place. Not ready for children, remember? She reminded herself. But there's no guarantee I will get pregnant… She persuaded herself. "What the hell," She finally gave in. "Gonna happen eventually-"
"I'm glad to hear you're becoming more reasonable."
"-but…" Taking a deep breath, Takara prepared herself for a Shout. Why not have a little fun?
"TIID KLO UL!" Takara Shouted, slowing time enough so that she was able to turn and make her escape. She ran then, into the forest with Sesshomaru not far behind, but she had to think of something quick if she wanted to stand a chance when her Shout wore off. She needed to get further ahead of him.
That's it! She thought. "WULD NAH KEST!" she Shouted, feeling herself being propelled much further ahead of Sesshomaru. She turned and headed towards the mountain, to escape his line of sight, but it wouldn't take him long to figure out that she had changed directions and pick her trail back up.
As time resumed its normal flow, Takara paused, picking up a stick and leaving him a note scribbled hastily in the dirt. Come find me, was all it read. A frustrated roar in the distance announced the discovery of her altered path. Takara laughed to herself and threw down the stick before running away from the sounds of crashing brush.
Finally, she was close to reaching a small glen she had discovered in her earlier exploration of the forest. It was secluded enough to keep them away from prying eyes, but difficult enough to find that they wouldn't easily be discovered. She had even hid a small pack of supplies in the area in the event of such an 'emergency' as she currently had. Another roar ripped through the trees and Takara could only hope Sesshomaru was able to feel she wasn't running scared. Despite being stalked by perhaps the most apex of predators, she was having the time of her life.
She cleared the last bit of brush and burst into the clearing, skidding to a halt before she ran into the solid grey stone of the mountain. The rustling of brush and a deadly sounding growl had her spinning, pressing her back into the cool stone as Sesshomaru stalked out of the forest into the clearing. Heart pounding and chest heaving, Takara couldn't help but tremble in excitement at the sight of him; barely a hair out of place and yet his eyes nearly glowed from his lack of control. His demon was fighting to get out and he was barely keeping it at bay.
A smile teased the corners of her mouth as he paused away from her. "I think this would be more fun if I got a proper count."
Sesshomaru cocked his head to the side slightly as he pondered what she meant. Proper count? He wondered as he inhaled a deep breath. He could smell her heat and it was driving him wild, tempting his demon to come out and stake his claim on her yet again. There was also excitement in her scent telling him just how much his little mate had enjoyed the chase through the forest.
He took in the sight of her, cheeks flushed from her run, her bare feet speckled with mud from the forest floor, her yukata also splattered with mud and leaves and a playful smile on her face. She was a beautiful forest spirit and she had been caught.
Wait… He thought back to what she had said. He sought to calm his demon, to figure out what she was feeling and it had determined that she was feeling… playful. It was his turn to fight back a smirk. She wanted to play…with him. "Next time," he promised, stalking closer, prepared to spring if she readied herself for a Shout.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "One through one hundred and no cheating? No skipping numbers or counting too quickly?"
"I give you my word." He agreed as she began to walk forward, his hands itching to reach out and grab her.
"Then I have two more requests." She looked as if she wanted to reach out and touch him, but he saw her hesitate. A wise choice.
"Name them, quickly."
"First, I want you to count now."
Sesshomaru nearly roared in protest, but even his demon saw the playfulness in her face as she smiled with a hopeful look in her eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath, at least he intended it to calm him, but her scent just made him hurt worse. "And second?"
Takara thought about how best to word her next request but wondered if now was the best time to voice it.
It took every ounce of his control not to groan at the sight of her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips. The corners of her mouth worked and failed to suppress the mischievous grin on her face. A wicked little forest spirit.
She watched Sesshomaru carefully, his body was tense, prepared to spring should she move the wrong way, his beautiful amber eyes had begun to glow a deadly red telling how hard he fought to keep his control, his fists were clenched tightly, knuckles white even against his pale skin.
Probably not, she thought. I'm already playing with fire. Perhaps I should just get him to agree to the second request at a later date.
Her mind made up, she met Sesshomaru's gaze. "After careful consideration, I think it would be asking for too much right now."
She watched Sesshomaru for a moment, his face clearing briefly in surprise before his intense gaze returned.
"So, for now, just promise that you owe me one."
His eyes narrowed, but he gave her a stiff nod.
She slowly turned and walked to the tree line, peeking back over her shoulder with a smile. "Turn around and start counting." She told him with a laugh in her voice.
The growl he let loose as he turned would've frightened anyone else, and truth be told, she should've probably been frightened as well, but the sound sent such delicious shivers down her spine. "And remember," she added "No peeking, skipping numbers, or counting too quickly."
With agonizing slowness, Sesshomaru turned from her and Takara could only wonder at the incredible internal battle he was fighting at the moment. She knew that every instinct, male and demon were screaming to take her then and there, but only the incredible strength of his own will allowed him to utter the word she longed to hear.
"One..."
Reflecting back, she should have been nothing short of mortified at the incoherent and childish squeal of excitement that escaped her, but shame was a stranger. Too giddy with play, Takara spun and took off through the brush as quickly as her human feet could carry her.
Time to level the playing field. She thought, once more Shouting to slow time. This time, she kept her path straight, for a distance before stopping at a small stream. Jumping into the cool, ankle deep water she rushed upstream until time resumed its' normal flow.
He's got to be around 40 by now...
She hadn't tested her next Shout since her time with Yolheimin, but she had had a reason to. Now was the perfect time to make Sesshomaru work for what he wanted.
"Feim Zii Gron!"
In an instant, she felt the restrictions of the world nearly fall away, leaving only the tingling of energy to propel her forward. Looking down, her arms were ghostly translucent, the shout turning her from flesh to spirit for a few moments.
Long enough for Sesshomaru to lose my scent. She fought the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl again as she sailed through bush, tree, and bolder alike, circling back the long way around until she was headed back to the glen where she had left Sesshomaru to count.
Once her corporal form had returned, she paused, waiting to feel the direction of the breeze and made sure she put herself upwind from her husband.
He should be done counting now...
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a flock of birds took off South of her location. Time to go! Won't take him long to figure out my little disappearing act.
A roar shook the forest a moment later and Takara rushed as quietly as she could back to the clearing. She had just stepped back into the clearing and rushed to her hiding spot when the faint echo of a roar rumbled through the trees.
Wrong way, my love.
Quickly she worked to unwrap her carefully hidden parcel, spreading a light mat underneath the large oak tree and next to the clear pool of the freshwater spring. To the side of the springs edge, she set some cleaning cloths and towels out for later. From how worked up Sesshomaru was, she had no doubt she would be needing them later. She used only one cloth to clean the dirt and debris from her feet and lower legs.
Without further hesitation, she decided to test out a little tidbit of information Kagome had given her previously. Recalling the first time Sesshomaru had chased her through his home, Takara knew better than to 'surrender' to his chase on her back, but Kagome had also warned her of submitting on all fours.
She wouldn't divulge what she had discovered in full, but she only said that InuYasha had been even more aggressive in his...desires... than he normally was.
This time, she used a simple Shout. "Laas Yah Nir" she whispered. Like a ripple in water, her voice traveled through the brush, pinging on every living thing and divulged how close her demon hunter was to finding her. Since he was the only living creature of concern in the area, Takara disrobed, tossing her yukata to the side and stepped onto the thin sleeping mat.
A few deep breaths helped to cool her heated blood and calm her racing heart... somewhat. Still, the anticipation of being caught by her pursuer along with the thrill of being bare outdoors wouldn't allow her to settle completely. She pulled her long hair over her right shoulder, as she situated her side to where she guessed Sesshomaru would emerge into the clearing.
She quieted as best she could, closing her eyes and taking note of how the normal forest sounds had quieted. Birds and crickets still sang, but they weren't in the immediate area.
That meant that Sesshomaru was.
Shivers raced down her spine as she listened intently for his approach, but she never heard it.
She felt it instead. The air crackled and tingled against her skin with his demonic power, but still he made no sound. Silent, lethal, and dangerous were words everyone else used to describe Sesshomaru and she knew them to be accurate. Now she felt it along with a hint of fear. Not the terror that his enemies would feel, but more like a rabbit who had been caught by the wolf...or dog in this instance.
She kept her eyes closed, even as the deep growl that rumbled deep from his chest resonated through her body and then in her ear as she felt his hot breath next to her face. Ever so gently, she turned her head away from his, leaning back slightly, exposing not only her mating mark to him, but her throat in total surrender.
He accepted her offering. His hot mouth closing over her mating mark, teeth scraping against the sensitive area, dragging a heady moan from her throat. A snarl escaped him as he moved from her mating mark to the hollow of her throat, the sharpness of his fangs more prominent with her hammering pulse.
Gently, she reached to him, her fingers tangling in the furry mass on his shoulder until she pulled the fluffy pelt into her lap. She moved away from his mouth and she took her chance as he leaned back to growl at her pitiful escape attempt. But she had no intention of escaping.
As Sesshomaru leaned back, Takara bent her body lower and moved towards him. Her hands met the silk covered expanse of muscle that was his chest while her head when to rub against his chin in submission. He allowed her to lick, nip and kiss his throat while her hands hurried to untie both his haori and the tie to his hakama.
Liquid fire had replaced her blood and she could hardly wait to feel his skin against her own. Panting her excitement, she pushed his haori from his body and freed his impressive cock from his hakama before clambering into his lap. She allowed a pitiful whimper to escape her as she continued to nuzzle his throat while her slick folds ground against his length.
She realized at some point she had straddled him off of the sleeping mat as the soft grass met her knees on either side of his hips. Too overwhelmed with need, she quickly forgot about her plan as Sesshomaru's large hands came up to massage her breasts roughly. She gasped as the heady pleasure shot to her womb, the slightest amount of pain bringing a fresh flood of feminine honey dripping from her folds.
"Please, Sesshomaru," she whined piteously, grinding her sex against his but he made no move to enter her achingly empty depths.
Alright, Kagome, she thought as she slowly slid from Sesshomaru's lap and back onto the bedding she had brought situating his fur behind her back to slightly elevate her shoulders as she laid on her back. Even though there was a distance of a few feet between them, Takara could still feel the crackling of his demonic energy in the clearing and shivered. I guess now is the time to see if this works or not.
Excitement helped to ease her feelings of embarrassment that gently rose to the surface. She knew Sesshomaru had excellent vision so even in the darkness of their bedroom he could see her bare body. However, now she was outside, in broad daylight and could see how intently he watched her every move. His glowing red eyes and their turquoise irises followed her moves intently. She watched his face with fascination as the markings on his cheeks became slightly more jaggedwhen she took one of her fingers into her mouth to wet it.
Ever so slowly Takara slid her hand down the length of her body until she reached the small thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. Her face flamed in a mix of excitement and embarrassment as she spread her thighs, bringing her knees up and planting her feet against the soft bedding. Her breath caught ever so slightly as she felt the cool spring air hit her exposed flesh. His eyes riveted on her sex gave Takara the courage to reach lower, spreading the folds of her sex ever so slightly with two fingers while a third gently teased the delicate pearl of nerves.
She closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back into the softness of Sesshomaru's fur. She imagined that it was his hands on her instead of her own, and even with her eyes shut tight against the world, she could still see the glow of his eyes in her mind. A fresh wave of excitement had her thighs trembling and she was almost ashamed of how soon she had been brought to the edge. Feeling him against her skin made her jump with surprise, but she didn't open her eyes. She was so close to the glorious edge of bliss she could taste it, nearly wailing in disappointment when his hand gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away from her sex. She felt his shoulders push her thighs wider apart to accommodate his frame as he settled down for the feast that was laid out before him.
Takara wondered how long he was going to make her wait, but to her relief his demon seemed just as eager as she was, the flat of his tongue sliding strongly through her folds, putting enough force into the tip to detonate her as it flicked her clit. She screamed his name as orgasm ripped through her body but Sesshomaru didn't stop. Without any warning, she felt herself being tipped over the edge once more. Her breath and strength stolen away by her mate's wicked tongue and Takara could only lay panting in the wake of the pleasure that ebbed through her body.
He didn't stop. She lost count of how many times he had pushed her over the edge. Her guts felt like a washcloth that had been wrung out as they churned from pleasure. The greatest, most sensual pain finally decided to rear its' head as her sex began to ache from the pleasure. Takara tried to struggle away from him but Sesshomaru's iron grip held her in place followed by the sharp prick of his fangs on her overly sensitive flesh.
Tears stung her eyes at the overwhelming sensations. Excruciating pleasure and pain mixed until Takara was shaking from an overload of feeling until finally, mercifully Sesshomaru removed his devilish tongue from her flesh, dragging his big body from between her legs to lay beside her.
Sesshomaru watched as Takara trembled where she lay, her beautiful face flushed in passion. He could feel how overwhelmed she was in sensation through their bond and smirked to himself behind his demon's eyes. He didn't know where she had found the boldness to tease his demon half nor the where the idea had come from, but he looked forward to her testing him again.
Sweat slicked her body and he felt exhaustion creeping into her. Oh no, my naughty little mate... he growled to himself. You won't be getting out of this that easily. One way or another, she would think twice about putting on such a wanton display to him, especially after making him hunt her down. Then again, knowing how mischievous she could be, he had little doubt they would play this game again.
His demon reveled in her sensations and couldn't wait to dish out the next delicious punishment, knowing full well she would enjoy what he had planned. It could feel it. How well she had responded to the pain mixed with her pleasure.
Sesshomaru tunneled his arm through the fur she lay propped on, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He nearly scolded himself for how he nearly trembled in anticipation. First, he used his free hand to gather her wrists into the hand of the arm that held her, then he grabbed the leg closest to him and tucked it between his own legs. He felt her become aware of how trapped he had her now and finally her blue eyes opened, shining with a hint of worry among the anticipation. "Sesshomaru?" She questioned, her voice trembling and hoarse.
"Disobedient mate," he growled to her. "Your pleasure is mine to give as I wish." Takara couldn't help but tremble, fear creeping up her spine to collide with the excitement that lingered from the tongue lashing she had received. "You will now accept the punishment for your disobedience before you are allowed your pleasure."
"Punishment?"
There was no missing the fear in her voice that mingled with anticipation. "Yes, your punishment. You will hold yourself open to me." Sesshomaru wondered if she trusted him enough to do as he bade. He almost pulled his demon back but before he could, she opened her thighs to him. It was his demon that let loose the growl of appreciation and anticipation as she obeyed. With his free hand, he reached down, cupping her sex in his hand a moment before stroking the exposed flesh. "Good girl," he growled to her. "You will stay like this until your punishment is finished."
Takara could only guess what Sesshomaru had in mind for her. Kagome had said he was going to see this as a challenge, and Sesshomaru had told her that she wasn't to pleasure herself on their wedding night, but she didn't think it would warrant punishment. His big hand cupped her sex in his hand and closed her eyes, waiting for whatever torment he decided. Anything would be better than the aching emptiness between her thighs - at least that's what she thought.
His hand left her flesh. An instant later pain blossomed around her sex.
Takara's eyes opened wide as heat began to register its sting in the most sensitive area of her body. Sesshomaru's offending hand still in contact with her flesh. Words escaped her. Sensation and shock had taken words from her. She watched his hand pull back and she could almost feel the heat from his first strike coming into contact with the cool air around her. Before she could find the words to protest, Sesshomaru cupped his hand once more and allowed his hand to fall. Another eruption of sharp and stinging pain around her sex burst forth and Takara couldn't contain the little cry of hurt.
The warmth from the strikes seemed to rampage through her secret flesh like a maelstrom. Her sex throbbed from the pain but oddly enough, the warmth seemed to pulse within her core.
She knew he held back, and the punishment was meant to deal out little hurts not to cause harm. Embarrassment took its' turn to make an appearance as her feminine honey began to weep from her tender abuse. She watched again as his hand drew back and she made to close her legs, terrified what he would think should he discover how wet his punishment made her.
"No, Takara," his breath warmed her ear as his growl rumbled through her body. "Open for me." He made no move to force his command, instead he waited.
Sesshomaru watched as Takara hesitated to follow his command. Her cheeks flushed in shame and he knew why. He could smell her desire grow stronger as he struck her a second time. Even though his demon was in control, he could feel no irritation when she looked up to meet his eyes. He could see their glowing reflection in her wide blue eyes and a hint of uncertainty shimmered in them. Both he and his beast wanted willful surrender from his mate and would not force the issue. Even his beast knew she looked to him for reassurance, her eyes almost pleading. She wanted his assurance that it wasn't wrong for her to enjoy the agony she was in.
"Submit to me, My Treasure."
Indecision warred within her. She wanted to please him, but would he be disappointed with that he found. He leaned down to her and placed his mouth on hers, lowering his striking hand to gently work its way between her thighs, cupping the heated flesh of her sex. Takara couldn't help but marvel as he kissed her. He had never done so while his beast was in control, but perhaps it understood her uncertainty. He stroked where his hand had previously fell, leaving tingling trails of sensation where it had previously struck.
It occurred to her then that she was truly the one in control of their encounter. If she wanted to, she could put an end to this, but he wanted her surrender and ultimately her trust. He already had her trust so all that was left was her surrender. She relented and allowed her legs to fall open again. She broke their kiss and looked down her body, watching as he allowed his fingers to dip into her well of moisture, and appreciative growl rumbling through their bodies.
"Good girl," His hand raised, and Takara tried to brace for the impact that was to come, however she felt a sharp nip against her ear distracting her enough so that she never saw his hand fall. She felt the sharp stinging heat even as she heard the wet slap of connecting flesh, and this time the hurt was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She drew a breath as heat bloomed once more around her intimate flesh. His hand pulled back again, and her thighs spread even further for his strike. Against her hip she felt the hot pulses of his cock where it was trapped between their bodies. He was enjoying her punishment as well.
When his hand fell again, she angled her hips up to meet his strike and this time a few tears did slip from her eyes. The hurt was a delicious accompaniment to the pleasure that coursed through her but mixed with the heated fervor of Sesshomaru's responses Takara felt close to detonation once more. By the seventh strike, tears flowed freely down her cheeks even while she cried out in mindless elation. By the eighth strike, she was pleading him, but for what she had no idea. Did she want him to stop or continue the delicious torture? By the ninth strike, her sex was heated and pulsed like it had a mind of its' own and when Sesshomaru paused to stroke her flesh, enhancing the burning stings of sensation, Takara arched into his hand, grinding her abused flesh against him to heighten the sensations.
"I can feel how close you are, Takara." His voice rumbled through her like the precursor to an explosion. His hand left the heated flesh of her sex to once more dip his fingers into her sopping wet core, coming close, but not quite touching the important parts of her sex.
"Please, Sesshomaru. Please, please please..." She begged him shamelessly.
"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, his fingers circling her clit, but never straying too close.
"Yes," A sob wretched from her in desperation.
"Who is responsible for your pleasure?" His hand returned to stroking the stinging, heated flesh of her sex. He had cupped his hands so that there was less surface area where he struck, only allowing his blows to fall on the outer folds of her sex.
"You are!" She screamed in desperate agony. "Only you, Sesshomaru!"
A viscous snarl escaped from him, but before Takara could contemplate it's meaning, she watched as his hand pulled back once more through tear filled eyes. This time his hand was no longed cupped. She watched as his big hand fell through the air and the flat of his palm finally touched her clit and the maelstrom of pain and pleasure erupted within her.
Sesshomaru watched as his little mate's body bowed from pleasure, a scream of rapture tearing from her as an intense orgasm washed through her, wave after wave taking hold of her body while tears streamed down her cheeks, dampening her raven black hair. He rubbed the red swollen flesh of her sex and watched delightedly as more tremors racked her body.
Finally, he removed his hand and allowed her body to settle. Her breasts heaved with her every breath and he could only hope she would misbehave again. A claw circled the stiff peak of a breast and knew she would.
Takara wasn't sure how long she rode of waves of the strongest orgasm she'd ever had (not that she'd had many since her experience was limited to the months since her marriage), but her mind tumbled over itself, unsure what to think. Eventually she opened her eyes, assuring herself that she was back in her body and not floating in space somewhere.
For the second time, Takara's blue eyes looked up to his and all Sesshomaru could see in her deep blue eyes was wide, innocent wonder. His beast was too proud of itself for delivering its mate such intense pleasure to concern himself with her direct eye contact. It even surprised Sesshomaru when it gently reached up to wipe away the few tears that lingered on her face. "Perfection..." it growled to her and Sesshomaru knew then and there his beast would not survive without his mate. It and he were now hopelessly devoted to the little female nestled in his arms.
"Perfection..." He growled to her and Takara couldn't help but fall even further for the demon who held her. Sesshomaru seemed to know what she needed, even if she didn't and there was no shame in his eyes. He not only gave her what she wanted, but he gave her what she needed. The throbbing flesh against her hip reminded her that even as he delivered her pleasure, he still hadn't taken his.
Tugging her hands free from his grasp, Takara twisted until she faced him, gently pushing him until he lay on his back. His eyes narrowed then in challenge, but she wasn't fighting for domination. She kissed his throat, nipping him enough to draw small snarls of enjoyment from him before she began to move her way down his delicious body. She slid down his body until her abused sex met with the firm flesh of his thigh she hissed at the sizzle of pain that raced up her spine while also noting the deep, empty ache of her womb. Anticipation made her lick her lips. Even as her mouth hovered close to his throbbing cock she wondered if he would allow her to try to pleasure him with her mouth again.
She looked up to him through her lashes, briefly making eye contact with him before submitting her gaze to him and his growl turned to a rumble of approval. "Can I?" she asked, her mouth hovering just over the head of his cock, a single pearl drop offered in anticipation. Seconds seemed to turn into an eon before he finally responded. "You may."
The moment his permission rumbled through her, Takara wrapped her lips around the plump head of his cock, licking away the single drop of offering, his taste indescribably delicious. Remembering back to what he had taught her the last time he allowed her to use her mouth, Takara relaxed her throat, loosened her jaw and took him as deep as she could, ensuring she pressed her tongue against the thick vein throbbing on the underside of his flesh.
She pulled back once to take a breath and took him deeper into her throat than she had before, relishing in the sound of his snarled appreciation. One hand came up to massage the bit of length she couldn't take down while the other explored his body within her reach. She touched his abdomen, dragging her hand down to the delicate flesh of his inner thigh before taking his sac in her hands. She could feel how it had drawn closer to his body as she worked his length in her mouth and tugged it gently down. The snarl of approval he let loose was all the encouragement she needed.
There was a deep thudding throb in his sac, and she followed the throbbing to the area behind it where a strong pulse beat. She massaged his sac in her palm while her fingers played with the throbbing area and as she did, Takara could feel the pulsing in his cock growing stronger. He really likes that. She thought to herself taking him deep into her throat once more. She felt his body tense, his heavy sac drawing up to his body and they pulsed. Takara pulled back, keeping the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked hard while her hand massaged the length of his shaft. An instant later he exploded in her mouth, the surprise of his release and force with which he spilled nearly choking her. She pulled away before he could finish, and the last pules of his climax splattered onto her throat and breasts.
She hadn't intended to meet his eyes, but she did as she looked to him for his approval, swallowing his essence as she waited to see if she had done well. She watched as his blood red eyes lowered from her face to focus on her breasts. She followed his gaze and used a finger to wipe up the small trail of offering that had been left there.
She met his eyes again as she licked her finger clean. An instant later the world flipped and turned until she was on her knees and he was behind her again. She wasn't sure what she thought would happen, knowing full well that his recovery time could be next to nonexistent, but before she could come to terms with how quickly he had moved and recovered, his cock was buried to the hilt inside her. She screamed, a mix of shock, surprise, pleasure and hurt. Her sex still tingled from her punishment, but it only added to the punishing pleasure he gave her with every pounding thrust.
"Mine" he growled in her ear, but Takara could only moan in reply. Sparks of pain with the force he used combined with the heated stinging of his earlier strike combined in a deadly mixture with the pleasure of his cock hitting every sensitive nerve ending in her channel. He adjusted the angle of his thrust in the slightest increment but that was all it took. The head of his cock hit her end, bumping her cervix and Takara detonated with climax again, her channel massaging, squeezing and gripping the plowing length, desperate to prevent him from leaving until his essence had been drawn from him. A few strokes later, she almost succeeded when she felt the crackle of his demonic aura intensify and she turned her head and despite swimming with orgasm, she could see that he had started to transform.
Pure, unadulterated fear coursed through her being as she felt his seed fill her womb and his cock expand to lock him inside of her. "Sesshomaru!" she shouted, trying to pull free of him but he held her hips in an iron grasp to him. He didn't release her, but he did still except for his expanding cock, his knot locking him inside her as his seed coated her womb. He didn't revert back to his human form, but his transformation didn't progress and further. Instead he remained frozen, halfway between his true form (thankfully in appearance and not size) and his humanlike appearance.
Satisfied that he wouldn't finish his transformation, Takara sighed in relief. She moved her hand to cover his and felt how it had begun to change as well, now covered in a fine layer of fur. She stroked his hand as it tensed against her abdomen and a whisper of a whine escaped his throat. "It's alright," She told him gently, nuzzling her head against his. "I know you didn't mean to scare me." Some part of him must have understood because he loosened his grip on her hips and stroked her belly from breasts to sex. He rested more of his weight on her back and she lowered her arms back down to accommodate it as she waited for his knot to finish.
After a few minutes of silence, only the sounds of the forest and gently bubbling spring echoed throughout the glen to accompany their panting and his occasional rumble, she felt him begin to shrink back down to normal size. When he could finally pull out of her, she sighed with relief from being so full of him and collapsed down on her hip. She expected him to shift back to human but instead there was a blinding flash of light before his true form removed the rest of the available space from the clearing, filling it with white, furry dog. Surprise turned to amusement as he tilted his head in confusion as he looked at her.
Something that big, with teeth that large should in no way be adorable and yet... She thought with a giggle. "I don't know what to tell you," she said this time out loud. "But either way you're not going to fit over here like that." She had no clue if he understood her or not while in that form, but he sat down and waited for her. To do what? Takara had no clue.
After a few moments of trying to find her legs, Takara finally scrambled to her feet, wrapping herself in a towel, tying it around her body. She walked closer to him and took note that he was much taller than the treetops while standing. So much for privacy like this...
Now, while she had her doubts about giving him the 'lay down' command as she would a regular dog, she wasn't immediately sure what her options would be. She held up a hand to him and he leaned down to sniff. When he did she backed up several steps until he had to lower his massive body to the ground in order to touch her with his cold, wet snout. She giggled at that undeniably dog like characteristic as she backed further away from him. She heard the sound of a few branches snapping and breaking against his body, but they didn't seem to bother him. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice.
Since he wouldn't fit between the big oak tree and the spring, Takara dropped her towel and opted to pick up her discarded yukata instead. She heard (and felt) a loud thumping from the opposite side of the clearing and looked over to see the culprit was Sesshomaru's tail as he starred at her bare, bent over form. A laugh broke from her as she pulled on the yukata. "Oh no. I don't think so. Never gonna happen." She laughed as she tugged the sleeping mat over to him, walking between his massive paws and placed it roughly where his head would fall when he laid it down. She set it down and settled down on the mat between her mate's massive paws and held up a hand. He seemed to get the idea and lowered his head down, his muzzle beside her.
"This is as close to sleeping with me that as it's going to get when you're like that." She told him with a yawn, stroking his muzzle as she allowed her heavy eyelids to fall, drifting off into a dreamless slumber.
Sesshomaru wiped away the few tears that had fallen from her eyes during her dream, but he had refused to wake her. She may have even been cross with him if he had. From what he had seen, Takara was having a very pleasant dream, one that had even brought her to climax several times. From the deepest, most primal recesses of his mine, his demon rumbled contentedly. Whatever his mate was dreaming, his demon had also enjoyed it.
He bent down and place a kiss to her forehead as another easy smile ghosted across her lips. "It was a good dream after all."