Inspired by Youkai Yume's gorgeous SessKag artwork.
Kagome inhaled a deep lungful of salt-scented ocean air, feeling rather wistful that she was left with mere days to enjoy the natural wonders around her. She'd come to learn from some of the best in her field, but she couldn't deny that her professional interest had also been laced with a personal desire to witness the beauty of the island nation.
"Kagome-san, are you ready to depart?"
Saia, her chaperone, wandered up beside her, a broad grin on his face. "We're almost ready to depart, but it looks like you're enjoying the sights already."
"I am," Kagome agreed. She let out a mournful sigh. "I can't believe it's almost over. I almost never want to leave."
"You know you're always welcome back here, Kagome-san. Japan still has a lot to learn about marine conservation you know," He said with a cheeky wink. Kagome laughed, knowing the friendly jibe contained no malice.
"Now, are we leaving or are you going to squander such a beautiful day?" teased Saia, gesturing where the ship was docked. "There's so much you've yet to see, and so little time!"
"Alright, alright," Kagome agreed, getting to her feet. "Take me where all the adventure is."
The pair boarded a fast-moving vessel that brought them to a series of stunning islands and atolls. Delighted as she was, Kagome took no pictures, hoping that the lack of souvenirs would serve as another source of motivation for her to return someday soon. As Saia dropped yet more interesting anecdotes about his time as a veteran marine conservationist, Kagome found her attention divided between thrilling tales of his triumphs and losses, and the breathtaking scenery that surrounded them all on sides.
"Kagome-san, we have one last place to bring you. It's always been a challenging case for us, so perhaps you'll find it just as intriguing."
Her interest was indeed piqued as the ship approached the largest island she'd seen yet. She waited with palpable excitement as they docked, and she pulled out her voice recorder as soon as they set foot on the rocky beach. Saia gave her a comprehensive history of the island and the difficulties they were facing. According to Saia, the natives had resisted outside attempts to start a conservation project on their shores, wary of the wrath of unseen gods. By the time they had finished bouncing ideas off each other, darkness was falling.
"We can stay here for the night, Kagome-san. There's a village further inland that will be happy to host us."
"Actually…" Kagome said, a pleading note creeping in her voice. "Would it be alright to camp here? Just for tonight? It's so beautiful out here, and I'd love to take a better look around." Inspired by their conversation, Kagome wanted the privacy to pen down some ideas of her own.
To her surprise, Saia readily agreed. "Sure. I trust you not to do anything inappropriate, Kagome-san. Aukai's got some camping equipment on board, but I've got to make a professional call at the village anyway. Will you be alright on your own?"
Kagome dismissed his concerns with an airy wave, reassuring him that she would indeed be safe. After retrieving the promised equipment, she set up for the night. Dark as it was, the gentle crashing of the waves and the bright sparkle of stars high above her brought a sense of wellbeing she hadn't experienced for a long time. This was what she was meant to do, where she was meant to be. She spent the next few hours on the beach, pacing back and forth, frantically scribbling down ideas that had occurred to her during their professional exchange and coming up with a long list of questions for Saia. Soon she had exhausted herself, and she lay back against the large, flat rock she'd chosen—just for a quick nap, and then she'd find her way back to her tent.
Sleep claimed her quickly.
Then it was the water that seized her.
Kagome jolted awake, immediately alarmed by her predicament. She was being carried swiftly through the dark waters, strong arms closed like a vise around her waist. Kagome didn't understand how, but although she was clearly beneath the ocean's surface, she breathed with the same ease she did on land. Thinking she could scream for aid, she gave up when her voice came out as a pitiful gurgle.
Though her vision was limited underwater, she caught a clear glimpse of a powerful, sinuous tail propelling her through the seas towards some unknown destination. Saia didn't warn me there were predator fish! Kagome thought in a panic. How was she going to escape and call for rescue in the middle of the ocean?
They swam for a long time. At first, Kagome writhed furiously against her kidnapper but was always rewarded by a painful squeeze of the muscular arms around her. When her head finally broke through the surface, Kagome took a greedy gulp of air. Her captor set her down on pristine white sands, pinning her beneath the heavy weight of his body in a flash. Under the starlight, she saw for the very first time the creature that had carried her so far away from safety.
It was a man—no. From head to torso it was a man, but everything below that was all fish. Kagome gaped, terrified but fascinated. A human waist merged seamlessly into flesh covered with luminous, pristine white scales, adorned here and there with vibrant patches of red floral designs, much like the intricate patterns of a prized koi. Translucent, iridescent fins attached at regular points to the large tail. Everything above the waist was something else. She looked meekly upwards, a little afraid of what she'd find, noting the firmly muscled torso, roving across expanses of alabaster skin graced by crimson stripes along the slender hips, until she looked into narrowed golden eyes with slit pupils. Those golden eyes belonged to a face dashed with two vivid magenta stripes on each cheek and a lilac crescent moon rising on a high, dignified forehead.
And what a face it was. Those unusual markings framed an aristocratic nose, and the cruel, sensuous curve of a mouth. Long, fine silver hair flowed over elfin ears, coming down to his massive tail and gently grazing Kagome's legs in a silken tickle. Something in the back of Kagome's mind noted just how ridiculously attractive he was, even though his eyes were clearly those of a predator—cold, calculating and intelligent, promising untold torment and retribution with one misstep.
"You're not real," she blurted, before slapping a hand over her mouth. Piss off the gorgeous mythical creature, Kagome. Real smart.
"Humans have hunted my kind to near extinction, so it is no wonder that your weak mind cannot comprehend my existence." His voice was deep and silky, and were it not for his unforgiving tone, Kagome imagined it could be devastatingly seductive.
"You're… you're not a mermaid?" Kagome asked, voice hushed with reverent wonder. She would've reached out to touch him, if he didn't look ready to snap her arm off with one wrong word.
He leaned further into her, in no hurry to answer such a foolish question. "It seems my catch today hails from my birthplace."
They'd been conversing in Japanese, but Kagome had barely noticed. That tidbit had come secondary to her sudden awareness that mermaids existed. However, with the sharp sting of claws sinking into her shoulder, her mind seized desperately upon this fact, which she hoped would be sufficient grounds for her release.
"R-right… since we're compatriots—" Kagome stuttered, though the mermaid gave a loud, derisive snort at this. "Maybe you could take me back where you found me?"
She bit back a gasp as she felt the heavy, slippery weight of his tail push her body deeper into the sand.
"Why would I do such a thing? You intrude upon my domain, and expect to be delivered safely back to the realms of my enemies?" He gave a humourless chuckle. "The depths of human arrogance have reached new lows."
Kagome felt an irrational sear of annoyance. "How was I intruding? I was minding my own business—"
"Alone on the beach of a sacred island, which does not belong to you."
"Well, neither does it belong to you!" She snapped. "I'm not there to seize the land, I—"
Kagome had stepped out of line. Her predator's eyes took on a steely glint, his strong arms closing around her in a familiar, bruising grip. Though she struggled and scratched, her strength was inferior, and his body was like granite beneath hers, hard with sinew and muscle, moving with single-minded intent. She was pulled under again, the mermaid cutting a quick path to a green light in the distance that Kagome's human eyes could barely make out.
They drew up upon some kind of underwater cave, illuminated with a ghostly, phosphorescent green. Kagome gasped when she took in what he was trying to show her. The cave floor was an endless field of bones, stretching out into the inky darkness at the back. Those were distinctly human skulls, and there were so many of them. I didn't know mermaids ate people, thought Kagome, feeling faint. Her captor glared down at her, his golden eyes two points of intense light in the almost-black water, and seeming satisfied that a point had been made, brought her back towards the surface.
"Perhaps now you appreciate how dire your situation is, compatriot," He said as they reemerged, the last word dripping with sarcasm. Setting her down on the very edge of the water, along an isolated beach, he trapped her beneath his body, his tail still splashing idly in the water.
"You're going to eat me," she whispered, her heart racing. She really didn't want to be eaten. God, she really had not planned on being eaten today.
He gave another loud snort, fine features wrinkling in disgust. Leaning in so close she could reach out and trace his fascinating facial markings with her fingers if she wanted, he bit out, "The vile taste of your weak flesh has never appealed to my kind." His voice dropped lower, a jagged edge of danger woven through it. "No. I have pulled many a pest beneath the surface, holding them under until they could breathe no more. Seeing as you have breached my territory, your crimes will not go unpunished."
She let out a terrified squeak at his threat of death. "Look, you're mistaken, I'm just here to study the ocean, I wasn't trying to trespass."
His eyes narrowed into amber slits. Up close, she could see that their color was the rich gold of fine honey— Ack! Don't get distracted, Kagome! He seemed a little less hostile than before. Hoping she wasn't imagining things, she appealed to him another time.
"Please, I think we got off on the wrong foot—" Kagome saw his jaw twitch. Ooh, getting mad. "Tail, whatever. Let's just start things over, like two peace-loving, non-murderous adults, okay? I'm Kagome, what's your name?" She was blabbering, and she didn't even care. If chattering idle nonsense would save her skin, she'd filibuster her way out of trouble. She'd talked herself out of difficult situations before and this was just another of those scenarios. Except that it involved a mermaid.
"You are in the presence of Sesshomaru." He responded in an imperious tone, rearing back and crossing his arms.
Crap. Kagome did not like the sound of that name. She hadn't planned to be spending her night with someone whose very name spoke of an aptitude for murder and who clearly had a long, intimate history with it. Keep talking, Kagome, keep him distracted. Don't give the sexy mermaid any excuse to drown you.
"Cool, it's a pleasure to meet you, Sesshomaru." Kagome wriggled beneath him, trying to escape the weight of his tail. Really, those scales didn't feel like scales at all… they were so cool and smooth against her legs. If she closed her eyes, she might even imagine it to be soft skin—No! Bad!
"Explain why you were trespassing." He demanded, his keen golden eyes locked on her own, alert to any signs of deception.
"Oh, yeah." Kagome swallowed, trying to contain the treacherous turn of her thoughts. "I, um, I'm just here on a work trip. I'm a marine conservationist, you know? Saia—he's my chaperone, he was born here—brought me to your island, he thought we could come up with some ideas to preserve the coral reefs before things got out of hand. That's part of what conservationists do."
"A marine conservationist." Sesshomaru seemed skeptical, but she fancied—hoped—he did not seem as murderous as he did before. "It is either your naiveté or arrogance speaking, because I have not seen any of your greedy, plundering lot repair the massive damage you have collectively unleashed. Your pathetic capabilities tell me you would not do a lick of good if you tried."
"But we're not all like that!" Kagome protested, trying to sit up. "And can you maybe not smother me like that? I'm trying to have a proper conversation with you here!"
He looked down at where their bodies were still pressed against each other, a faint smirk gracing his lips. "But it is your mouth that will be doing the talking, not your legs. I shall not release you until your presence is satisfactorily explained."
Kagome writhed once more, hoping to worm her way out from beneath his bulk. He wasn't terribly heavy, and his warm body did feel rather pleasant, but that wasn't the point! Adults didn't physically intimidate people they were having a civil conversation with. She felt the iron grip of clawed hands on her arms, pinning her further back into the fine sand. Her eyes widened.
"Continue before I end you."
She took in a deep, shuddering breath. "Fine. As I was saying, we're not all like that, alright? There's more than a few of us out there, trying to put a stop to the destruction of the oceans. Plus, people are starting to be more aware of pollution and climate change—"
"But it is not merely that. How do you think you have never laid eyes on my kind before?"
Kagome blinked. "W-well, I thought mermaids belonged in fairytales…"
"And how did you come to such an obviously wrong conclusion?"
Seeing Kagome's blank look, Sesshomaru sighed, pulling back from her to speak. "Mermaids once ruled the oceans. There were many of us, belonging to a number of prosperous underwater kingdoms. We were a noble and proud race, hailing from the time of the leviathans. Your kind have a notorious lack of respect for the dignity of other races. Human conquest for marine lands has all but decimated our population."
"Now we are relegated to fairytales. Tall tales to entertain children," He spat out, his words ringing with cold, bitter fury. "Even today we are hunted, and foul brutes rip our scales from our bodies, coveting their medicinal properties or their beauty, tearing open our lungs to extract bubbles so they can breathe underwater, for the sole purpose of hunting us even closer to the brink."
Kagome's mouth had fallen open in the middle of his impassioned tirade. She felt a great wave of sorrow for all the merpeople she'd never even known, horrified at their pain and suffering. This was tantamount to genocide. "Wow… I'm sorry."
"Your apology is not necessary."
"But still, this is awful. People suck," she muttered, feeling the sting of tears. When she woke up this morning, she had not expected to discover that mermaids existed, much less that they were close to extinction. She almost forgave his hostile attitude. She'd likely have acted the same way if a stranger intruded upon her home with the possibility of mutilating and killing her.
There was a pregnant pause as he waited for her to collect herself. Then his wary gaze dropped to her lips, and a different sort of heat seemed to light them from within. "Perhaps they do."
Kagome couldn't miss the sudden change in tone. That bridled anger had given way to something… warmer, curious, brimming with something that for once, didn't seem like murderous intent. She felt the heat radiate from his velvet voice, settling somewhere low in her belly.
They lay in silence for a while, Kagome beneath the cage of his body, trying to bring her emotions back under control. He studied her with an intensity that made her blush.
Eventually, she cleared her throat, turning away from his mesmerizing eyes. "Now that you know I mean no harm, will you take me back?"
"It is a long way back, and I have no incentive to do so." One clawed hand caught a lock of her hair, rubbing the lustrous waves between his fingers. Kagome noticed that his striping extended to his wrists too.
"What?" Kagome spluttered. "You kidnapped me and held me hostage here even though I had no grievance with you! You take me back right now, Sesshomaru!"
"And what," he purred, pressing his torso against her chest, "Can you do if I refuse? You are in no position to make demands."
That is one amazingly muscled body, Kagome thought, mouth running dry. Without thinking, she slipped her hand in between their bodies and ran the tips of her fingers over the angular planes of his abdomen. This isn't a six-pack, she mused, rather dazed. This is an eight-pack.
He rewarded her with a sultry, knowing sort of smirk, and Kagome felt his tail beat against her legs, splashing in the water. She let her fingers move down the tail, taking in how firm it was beneath her touch, textured almost like snakeskin, but smoother even. He could probably swim for days without rest, cutting through the water like a silver knife, hunting down his prey with speed, grace, and ruthless efficiency. She keenly felt the fine gossamer texture of his fins, draped across her thighs, caressing the sensitive skin inside her ankles… and if she focused, she could feel the stiffer texture of the ribs along each fin. She slid her legs out from beneath his weight to escape their distracting touch but realized her mistake when he now came to rest between her spread legs.
"I'd try to escape," she breathed. Or she'd get around to escaping once her mind could focus on something other than the way his hips met the insides of her thighs, the way his long fingers were grazing her cheek, or the whisper of his warm breath on her neck.
"You are showing no intention of escape," Sesshomaru let out a dark chuckle. "The fact remains that nobody passes through my domain without an appropriate tribute. You are not exempt from this decree."
"Maybe… I can offer you something?" She murmured, her own voice husky with increasing want. Given that she had been stolen away with nothing but the clothes on her back, Kagome only had one thing to offer. The way things were going, she would be giving it willingly, too. That knowledge hung heavy in the air between them, just waiting for either to reach out and grasp it. "Something that will please you?"
His lips quirked and Kagome got the impression that she had been ensnared in some sort of trap. "That would be an acceptable exchange. I will accept your tribute in exchange for your safe return."
Lifting her face in a clawed hand, their lips finally met. When he sought entrance to her mouth, Kagome complied with a whimper. Her own tongue traced over the sharp points of fangs, drawing forth a deep, satisfied rumble from his chest. Thank god he didn't have to use those on me… They pulled apart, breathless.
"How is this going to… work?" She asked, looking lower down his body. Obviously, she'd never been with a mermaid, and now she was charging headlong into sex with a mythical creature despite having no idea what it entailed.
"Do not worry, my little flounder. You cannot get out of this." He said with a grin, exposing those sharp fangs she had teased with her tongue earlier. Kagome felt her heart flutter. She was courting danger and her self-preservation instincts had completely abandoned her. But she didn't care.
Taking her hand in his, he placed her palm below his ridged belly, just beneath the transition where his tail started. Kagome was so entranced by the feeling of sleek scales beneath her hand that she started when her fingers found an indentation in his flesh. She delicately traced the vertical slit, wrenching a groan from his lips. Pressing down on either side of the slit, she watched it part, and Kagome gasped as she saw his erection emerge from within. Dewy with his fluids, pink and engorged with blood, it was so large it was almost intimidating. Tentatively wrapping her fingers around his remarkable girth, she swallowed hard when she realized she couldn't fully grasp him.
"Like what you see?" He teased, taking in her dazed wonder. Kagome nodded, struck dumb, more interested in squeezing and exploring his cock. He was slick in her fingers, so firm and silky and warm, and she couldn't quite believe that she wasn't able to close her fingers around him. His control slipped for a moment as he panted, thrusting unevenly into the grip of her soft hands.
"I'm not sure how you'll fit," She finally said, now convinced that there was no give to his hot, hard flesh.
"Do not worry about that. I will prepare you."
Sliding lower down her body, he pushed her skirt up around her hips, a satisfied smirk crossing his face as he took in her choice of underwear. Kagome caught the devious glint of his eyes for a brief second over the flat plane of her stomach before he disappeared between her legs, pressing his lips to the front of her black lacy panties. Kagome shivered, feeling him so close to that vulnerable, wanting part of her. Her thighs threatened to close around his head, but strong hands pushed them further apart.
"You will not deny me," he declared, the authoritative rumble of his voice sending delicious electric frissons all through her body.
"Wasn't going to." She dropped her thighs further open in a show of cooperation, arching towards his mouth.
"So greedy and impatient… just what I'd expect of you." He laughed. "Very well, Kagome. I shall not keep you long in torment."
Kagome shivered as she felt him pull her underwear down her legs, settling between them once more with the hungry expression of a hunter who had cornered his prey. Then, his long, silver hair draped over her knees and formed a curtain that hid his face from her view. She jumped when she felt his tongue, hot and wet against her inner thigh, tracing lazy circles, closer and closer, where she really wanted him… Blind to his ministrations, Kagome was hypersensitive to his every move. His long fingers pressed her outer lips apart, breaking their sticky seal so he could get to the fruit of her flesh within. She let out a broken cry as his tongue ran from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the hypersensitive bud at the top. He repeated this, lapping at her like a particularly indulgent cat, savoring the exquisite flavor of her cream. Not a drop went to waste. "Did your fairytales also tell of you these things, foolish woman?"
"Sesshomaru…" she moaned, grasping beneath her thighs and holding herself further apart for him. She felt the vibrations of his laugh against her clit before he stopped completely. "Please, don't stop!"
Only after she thumped her fists in frustration did she feel the sleek muscle of his tongue push into her, diving deep, searching for her ambrosia right at its source. All her complaints went soaring out the window at the push and pull of his tongue, imitating the act that was yet to come. Her body needed more, demanded it. Sesshomaru restrained her by wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding her down. He pulled out, replacing his tongue with two long, elegant fingers, curving them to prevent his razor-sharp claws from tearing her sensitive, engorged walls.
"How tight you are… but how ready you are for me."
Sealing his mouth around the bud of her clit, he thrust in and out of her core, pushing the pads of his fingers into her spongy front wall, where he knew she was likely to be sensitive. The surge of pleasure was so intense, Kagome thought her senses would overload. Beneath the skillful suckle of his tongue, she felt her orgasm crash over her, her vision overwhelmed with starbursts, blood rushing to her head, the world cutting out for a few moments. He pulled his name from her lips in a desperate prayer. "Sesshomaru!"
He emerged from between her quivering thighs, wiping her stickiness from his lips with the back of his hand and holding it to her mouth. She obliged, extending her own tongue to sample the tangy fluids. Looking deep into his molten eyes, she cleaned him up, letting out a moan so that he knew how much she enjoyed tasting herself against the subtle salt of his skin.
"Now… now you are ready." He murmured, fencing her in with his body once more. His left hand was curled around his cock, pumping slowly in anticipation. Kagome's eyes strayed to it, wondering if it she imagined it looking even larger and harder than before. "You will yield to me, Kagome."
Well, how could she say no to that? Offering a devilish grin of her own, she curled her legs around his tail, pulling him closer with her strong thighs. "Do your worst, mermaid."
With dizzying speed, he brought his face to her neck, running the points of his fangs over the delicate skin. Just a little pressure, and he could leave an enduring mark. Kagome didn't know what exactly he wanted, but she arched her neck, baring her throat to him in a display of submission. He growled, the sound more feral than anything she'd heard from him before.
"You will guide me." He commanded, his hands preoccupied with tracing the curve of her high cheekbones, his eyes drawn to the vital pulse of her blood beneath the thin skin of her bared neck.
"Gladly." The word came out on a husky moan. Reaching between them, she easily found the swollen column of sensitive flesh and pulled him to her entrance. His breath came in harder pants, tickling her and raising goosebumps over her neck and shoulders. She waited for him to make his move, and when he didn't, she pushed her hips towards him, starving for more intimate contact.
"Hungry for my seed, aren't you?" He goaded, swirling the tip around her entrance but not pushing in the way Kagome wanted. The thought of half-human, half-mermaid babies came to mind, but the image was so ludicrous she dismissed it.
"Maybe I am," she provoked, feigning a nonchalance she didn't have. Truth be told, she was about to grab him around the hips and shove down already—anything, anything but this torturous wait.
"Then perhaps you are not hungry enough." He responded, calling her bluff, starting to withdraw.
"No!" She whined, one hand tugging on his cock, the other pulling his hips closer. "Please!"
Sesshomaru knew he'd won the game, but they would both get the prize. He pushed forward, just enough to pop his head past her entrance, dragging the bulbous tip back and forth against her exquisitely ribbed, tight opening.
"Y-e-s." Kagome breathed, her eyes glazing with heady pleasure. It was only going to get better when it already felt so good, and she idly wondered if she would black out at the point of orgasm. It was a risk she was more than ready to take.
When Sesshomaru tired of teasing her, he started his slow and steady slide into her body. Inch by delicious inch, he coaxed out her surrender, parting her walls and filling her emptiness with inescapable, solid heat. Kagome felt every nerve ending tingle with intoxicating sensation, cooing at the way he split and held her apart and filled her to completion. She was so wet, her body had no defenses against the welcome intrusion of his own. Just when she thought he could go no further, he adjusted the angle of her hips and slid one final inch deeper. Fully buried in her, Sesshomaru held her for a moment, waiting for her body to adjust to his, enjoying every flutter of her inner flesh as it grasped greedily at his cock.
"You respond so well to me, Kagome." He murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.
Her only response was a shimmy of her hips that had them both groaning. His eyes slid shut at the rippling clench of her muscles, tight and cunning as they seemed to grip him in three separate places, intending to wring pleasure from every hard inch. He imagined he could feel every rib and fold of her tender flesh, kissing the sensitive skin of his cock. "Are you going to move, or what?" She complained.
He tutted, smoothing back her messy raven hair so he could look at her flushed, beautiful face. His heart gave an unexpectedly hard jolt at the open look in her eyes, as if she'd been waiting for him to be part of her world all along. Setting aside that feeling so he could turn it over in his mind later, he joked, "Normally, such impudence would be punished, but given the quality of today's tribute, you shall witness how magnanimous I, Sesshomaru, can be."
He pulled almost completely out of her, Kagome whimpering as her poor pussy was suddenly deprived of its large guest. Sesshomaru grinned. "Do not be so impatient, little flounder."
He punished her pout by driving back deeply into her and enjoying her gasp. Planting his hands on her delectable hips, he held on as he drove into her, hard and fast. His unrelenting rhythm had Kagome alternating between moans and breathless pants. His name was a paean upon her lips, giving praise to the otherworldly creature bestowing such unforeseen pleasure upon her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, back arched, nails digging possessively into his back. Sesshomaru finally relinquished his control, feeling himself erupt uncontrollably into her warm, velvety depths, a drawn-out groan pulled from his lips with every spurt of his seed, spilling out of her and running down the soft cushion of her thighs.
As Kagome screamed her rapture to the heavens, Sesshomaru lowered his mouth and sank his teeth into her shoulder, claiming the siren as his own, as another of his precious treasures.
While Kagome straightened her rumpled clothing, Sesshomaru picked up her forgotten panties from the sand and offered them to her, dangling from one clawed finger. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to one of his elfin ears and said, "You keep it."
"I shall save it for you until the next time we meet." He promised, clenching the skimpy undergarment in his fist. "My territories have many untold secrets."
"And you," Kagome said, giving him a deeply meaningful look.
"And me," he agreed, pleased by her response. "As long as you return, you will find me as Lord of the Seas here. But for now, I must fulfil my end of our agreement."
He pulled her face towards his, as if intending to kiss her again. Kagome could certainly use a goodbye kiss herself. Instead, he coaxed her mouth open and seemed to gently blow warm breath into her very lungs. She backed away, startled.
"You'll need it to breathe underwater," he clarified, amused at her confusion.
"Oh. Right." She laughed. She'd completely forgotten how she had breathed as if she were a creature native to the ocean as well, and truth be told, she couldn't wait to experience it again, when she didn't feel utterly confused and terrified.
"Now come. Let me uphold my end of the bargain."
Kagome extended her arms, waiting for him to embrace her the way he had when he had first carried her to his sanctuary. Instead, he guided her lower until she had dropped to her hands and knees.
"Sesshomaru, what—" she began, wondering if he wasn't a merman of his word after all.
"You will ride me." He ordered with a sly grin, his fangs gleaming in his mouth.
"I know, that's how I came here," she responded. Though she hadn't been on her hands and knees…
"You will ride me," he said again. Kagome's mouth dropped open. Oh. This she could get onboard with. Crawling on all fours, she straddled his body, one hand moving to grasp his cock again. It had retracted after he'd spent himself, but now it reappeared for an encore, his own fluids helping to ease his entrance as she guided him into her tight passage. Unprepared, Kagome shivered at how much larger he felt spreading her apart, the stretch almost uncomfortably tight. He twitched within her, and Kagome felt her juices start to bathe the rigid flesh he had buried deep in her.
"I'm ready." She whispered, clenching around him and letting him know she intended to make their journey as distracting as possible. His growl let her know that her intent would certainly not go unnoticed.
Sesshomaru then grasped her jaw, encouraging her to part her lips for him. Seeing the question in her eyes, he chuckled. Holding up her lacy black panties, he answered, "You must carry this for me while I transport you."
Kagome's eyes lit up with understanding and mischief, her teeth closing around the makeshift gag. She squeezed her inner muscles as an affirmative.
Connected thus intimately, Sesshomaru wrapped his arms around his newfound treasure and sank beneath the waves once again.