A/N: Hello everyone. All the amazing content posted during the Sess/Kagura week has helped my creativity blossom, so you get the long-awaited lemon earlier than planned! I must admit it is pure smut written after consuming too much wine. I hope you enjoy.

Thank you for the wonderful reviews (Freakonomist, Laylay lives).

Part 4: Pink, infatuation

"Took you long enough asshole."

The tender words drifted on the wind to Sesshoumaru's ears as he entered the courtyard of the house where they had agreed to meet. This was not one of the most lavish homes he owned. Just a decent sized wooden structure composed of a few rooms. The most interesting feature was the large backyard which allowed easy access to the stream that ran all the way to the clearing where he and Kagura had met a few weeks ago. The house had potential to be a prized home, but lack of upkeep had left its roof severely damaged, the main door torn down and the garden overrun with too tall grass and weeds. The inu youkai may not give much credence to material possessions, but had he known how run down the house had become in the last few years, before choosing this as a meeting place, he would have instructed Jaken to spruce the place up a bit more. The vocal wind witch was sure to make some infuriating mocking comments about the state of his house. Hum, the fact that he seemingly cared about what Kagura thought of him made him even more annoyed. The broken shoji door leading from the garden to the house was thrown opened letting in a warm breeze. He removed his boots, stepped inside and followed the scent of the wind down the long corridor to step into the main room.

"We agreed to meet at nightfall. The sun set hours ago. I was about to head out."

Kagura was sitting on the floor in the middle of the largest room of the house. Based on the intricate wood carving decorations, it must have served as a receiving hall for the previous lord. Some foolish rabbit youkai Sesshoumaru had easily dispatched decades ago.

Instead of answering her accusations, he walked on and opened the door to the adjacent room. He was satisfied to see that his retainer had followed his instructions. The room was clean with bedding unrolled in the middle. All the necessities he had requested had been assembled. The house might not be a lavish castle, but it would serve the new lord's purpose well.

"Since you've finally graced me with your presence, shall we get on with it?"

He turned around to see Kagura start undoing her obi. He had seen her naked body before and knew nudity did not bother her. He mused that her sudden eagerness must stem from her expectations that he would pounce on her and ravage her like a beast, but clearly she did not know him as well as she thought. When he set his mind on doing something, he intended to do it to the best of his ability. He had decided he would have her, and he intended to do so thoroughly.

"Remain dressed wind sorceress. There is time yet."

He picked up the table Jaken had set up in the bedroom and placed it on the tatami mat at Kagura's feet.

"What's this?" She sat back down. "Such hospitality, I am flattered my Lord."

As he had requested his faithful retainer had prepared an assortment of fruits, vegetables and sweets along with tea and sake. Sesshoumaru uncovered the various dishes to the eyes of the intrigued wind sorceress. He sat across from her and took the time to take a long hard look at the woman. He noticed she paid particular attention to her appearance, it pleased him as he liked beautiful things. She was wearing a soft pink kimono, her hair was tied in an intricate low bun with wisps of curls trailing down her neck. She had even replaced her usual stunning rouged lips for a soft pink. She looked quite tantalizing.

He noticed then that she was drumming her nails over her silk covered lap. Was she having second thoughts or mere nerves, he wondered. Was that why she was so eager to start their coupling?

He served them each a glass of sake. Before he had time to take a sip of his, she tossed hers back without finesse and extended her hand to have more. He served her a generous portion. Maybe it would help quell her nerves.

She picked up a piece of fruit and wolfed it down. Clearly liking the taste, she tossed two more in her mouth. The woman ate and drank with such abandon. A stark difference from the few proper court ladies he had run into at his mother's castle or when visiting allied lords. It was quite refreshing to be in the presence of someone who took such pleasure in things and did not hesitate in showing they did. The implications bode quite interesting for the activities they were set to conduct that evening.

"This is delicious." She bit into a slice of ripe peach. "I didn't know inu youkai ate actual food. I thought you guys fed on sunshine or something."

He was used to her using mockery as a distraction, so he did not let it affect him.

"This one eats meat, only when necessary". He sipped more of his rice wine. "The food is for you." He had no intention to eat this evening, much preferring the tart taste of alcohol.

For a while the two remained silent. He watched her carefully study the offered food before picking an assortment of fruit and sweets and eating them. He kept on sipping his drink, letting her eat her fill. She would need the energy. Little moans of appreciation left her throat when she encountered one pastry she particularly enjoyed. Was the witch purposely trying to undo him?

"Just so you know unlike some other elementals I do eat meat, just not often." Well noted. He would instruct Jaken to provide meat next time. She licked her fingers clean of the remaining honey from the sweet bun she had just consumed. His eyes followed the movement of the pink appendage with a little too much attention.

"We ate. We drank. We exchanged some useless niceties. So, let's get this done with." Kagura pushed away from the table. "I guess the bedroom is over there?" She stood up and headed to the adjacent room. He followed her.

"Have you done this before?"

Kagura startled at his question. "Well, I've never tried getting knocked up."

He glared. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not a fragile virgin. During my travels these past couple years I had the chance to… experiment… quite a bit."

A soft smile graced her lips as if she was remembering a fond lover. The small twitch in his stomach annoyed Sesshoumaru beyond words. Maybe Kagura was right and instead of talking they should indeed get on with it.

In a few tugs, she removed her pink and green silk layers and stood completely, brazenly naked in front of him. She stepped to him and reached to undo his pauldron. He stayed her hand, he did not allow anyone to touch his armor and weapons, not even Jaken, his long faithful companion.

She scoffed and laid on her stomach on the futon propping her head in her palm, all the more to enjoy the show. He himself quite enjoyed taking in the beautiful curves of her backside. Slowly, methodically he removed his armor and weapons and Mokomoko-sama.

"Wow! Who knew this fur thing was... detachable?"

He ignored her mocking and continued his undressing, taking off his kimono, hakama and underwear, folded them neatly and deposited them on a side table. He carefully propped his pauldron and two swords on top of the pile of white silk.

He heard her groan when he bent down to pick up her discarded clothes and give them the same level of attention as he had his own. Seeing how fine the garment was she had probably acquired it for a special occasion, it would be a shame to see it damaged.

Satisfied with his work, he kneeled next to her on the bedding. She was not a patient woman and he had kept her waiting too long. Kagura ran her hands all over his arms, shoulders and torso, tracing delicate fingers over soft skin and hard muscles. She tilted her head back and moved in to press her lips to his. He leaned forward, preferring instead to bury his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. In that moment he knew he would never get enough of that smell.

Kagura was not one to be denied. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tilted his head back. When she pressed her face against his sensitive throat it was to take a bite. She gently nibbled from his throat all the way up to his lips. This time he did not prevent the kiss. Her mouth tasted sweet, he was unsure if it was because of the fruit and cakes she had just eaten or the pink makeup she had applied to her lips in preparation for their night together. She slipped in her tongue and went exploring. When he did not kiss her back, she bit his lower lip, hard. He snarled. Never had he engaged in such bedroom play with a lover before. No one would dare take such liberties with his person, not even a lover. Any other being he had bedded in the past had simply laid down and let him do as he pleased. None would have dared initiate a touch without his explicit consent. Not that he had often had such encounters. His past experiences had been short releases of troublesome momentary lust, nothing as desired as this encounter. To his surprise he felt his blood heat up. The woman was driving him mad. So, the witch wanted to play? He would outdo her. He kissed her long and hard, showing her that he would be the one leading their dance. She moaned in pleasure, matching the bruising strength of his kiss.

He decided then to slow down and take his time to savor her sweet offerings. If things worked out as they should, this would be their only time together. Besides, he had always taken pride in doing everything as perfectly as possible. He wouldn't leave her unsatisfied. He may lack practical experience as his sexual impulses had never been strong, but one did not live as long as he had without learning some useful tricks, and he was eager and willing to carefully apply himself in order to procure her the most pleasure. Putting others' needs before his was not his habit, but things were different with Kagura. They always had been. Most people would have had their head chopped off after flinging insults at him the way Kagura always did, but he had resolved early on to never raise a weapon to her.

A gentle push was all it took for her to fall flat on the futon, bearing her backside to his lustful gaze. He immediately covered her body with his lest the troublesome witch attempt to once again take the reins. He took his time savoring her skin. He flung the ships of hair that had escaped from her bun to the side and began running his mouth along her skin. He started from her throat where he gave her pounding pulse a nip, his roaming lips then travelled down her arms, then up, then along her spine. She tensed when his exploration reached the raised skin marring her back.

"Don't." She whispered.

He did not heed her warning preferring to swipe his tongue over the spider-shaped burn scar. She shuddered violently. Ah so the skin was sensitive. He found that interesting as he had thought it might be too damaged. He would take his time exploring the implications later as he found the contrast between her soft skin and the rougher burn tissue erotic. He gave the skin a few more licks before moving on. There would be time to have more fun with that later.

He ran his tongue from her neck all the way down her spine then grabbed her hips to turn her around and opened her thighs wide. She'd barely righted herself that he buried his face in the nest of inviting curls.

Her reactions stopped being silent. She screamed when his tongue took a swipe at the center of her pleasure. He took his time alternating between flicks of his tongue, tantalizing sucks and gentle bites. In mere instants she was left a quivering mess. When his kisses focused on her hidden pearl, the sensations were too much, too sharp, and she tried to squirm away, not that he would let her. He held on to her thighs and sucked harder. She fell apart with his name on her lips. He leaned back, wiped her honey off his lips with the pad of his thumb and sucked the digit clean. Delicious. She stared at him with her eyes opened wide in wonder.

He barely let her enough time to recuperate from her first climax before crawling up her body, settling her legs to cradle his hips and joining their bodies. Still sensitive, she moaned when he pushed himself deep in her inviting channel.

He made love to her slowly. He took his time experimenting different angles until a gentle tilt upwards of his hips had her gasping. He repeated that particular motion, harder. Her reaction was immediate. She clenched her thighs tighter around his hips and buried her nails deep in his back, making it impossible for him to disentangle from her, as if the idea would cross his mind. She rose her hips to meet his, their bodies settling into a rhythm easily, as if they had joined before. He hastened his pace and she eagerly met every single one of his thrusts. When he felt her start to clench and pulse around him, he paused to enjoy the sensation.

"Don't stop… you asshole." Her words were more pleading gasping breath than sharp command, but he was more than happy to do as ordered.

Just as she was starting to calm down, he resumed his thrusting, faster and harder than before. Kagura threw her head back, her mouth opened in a silent scream, tears shining at the corner of her eyes. In that moment he was sure no one had made her feel like this before. Good. She would forget all others and only remember him. His mind far from the idea of conceiving a child, all he cared about now was making sure the witch only ever thought about him as her best lover. He never wanted her to smile again thinking about making love to another man. He should be, and would be the only one.

Kagura was not the only one affected by their encounter. Eventually even Sesshoumaru's resolve of steel would give, she felt too good and it had been too long for him to be able to hold on for as long as he would have liked. However, if he was to climax, they would do so together. He lowered his mouth to one of her breasts and nibbled on the tip, earning himself a groan. She was close, he could tell by the fluttering engulfing his length. Just a bit more and he would be able to release. He lowered a hand to lift her hips, driving himself impossibly deeper. The action proved to be his undoing rather than hers. He had reached his breaking point. He came hard, pulsing in her, thrusting impossibly deep. To his relief, this brought her over the edge too.

Her eyes closed, her face slick with sweat and her breasts rising and falling as she regained her breath, she had never looked more beautiful, of that he was sure. Her legs and arms fell away, releasing him. She was utterly spent. He himself felt wobbly not that he would ever let it be seen.

Reluctantly, he pulled out and rolled away from her. He walked to the corner of the room and was glad to see that the small brazier Jaken had lit earlier still had some ambers, enough to keep the water of the kettle warmed.

When he came back to her, he used a warm towel to wipe her sticky thighs and another doused in cold water to cool down her brows. She moaned at his gentle ministrations on her sensitive skin.

"Thanks." She lifted a hand to cradle his face, running the tip of her thumb over the lower stripe on his cheek. He could not remember the last time someone had dared touch his markings. Just like her earlier passionate kisses, this tender gesture made him more uncomfortable than her letting him inside her body just instants ago.

"Sleep for now." He placed the covers over her.

He would need to recover, she might as well sleep in the meantime. The fact that she closed her eyes instead of arguing let him know that he had worn her out. That, was a pleasing thought.

Sesshoumaru was sitting against the wall, sipping on a cup of tea, his eyes trained on the woman slumbering steps away from him. The only light source in the room was the few candles he had lit earlier. Even in the semi-darkness he could still see she was beautiful, but that was not enough to explain the feelings she managed to evoke in him. When he had asked her to bear his child, he had never expected he would come to want her so much. She was a passionate woman, she made love with recklessness as the element at the core of her being. Even now his loins were on fire for her, and he was fighting the urge to wake her up so he could couple with her once again.

A lid cracked open revealing deep crimson. Kagura did not speak a word, preferring instead to kick off the covers and slither from the futon to join him. She plucked his cup from his fingers to take a sip of his drink and shuddered in disgust.

"You make terrible tea."

She threw the offending liquid out the window and went to make some more palatable tea. He watched her work in silence. She was kneeling by the fire, mixing and measuring the ingredients while completely naked. He had never seen a more erotic sight. He clutched his fist to fight the urge to slide next to her and take her in his arms once more. It was only his legendary self-control, which helped him reign himself in.

"Try it, you'll see it's much better."

He grabbed the cup she extended towards him and took a sip of the hot liquid. He had used the same leaves, the same water but the taste of her tea was completely different, more fragrant, as sweet as her kisses. They shared the tasty drink in companionate silence. The cool night wind filing in from the broken door was a nice contrast to the residual heat coursing through his veins courtesy of their joining. It was pleasant and refreshing. For the first time in a long time Sesshoumaru felt relaxed and content.

His new lover was actually not in as relaxed a mood. The instant he finished his tea, Kagura grabbed the empty cup from his fingers and along with hers tossed away the fragile porcelain in a forgotten corner of the room. Her hand trailed down to settle around his length. She grinned when she saw that it did not take her much effort to turn his semi-arousal into a full-on erection. A mischievous smile on her lips, she lowered her head to his lap. A hiss escaped his lips when she fastened her pink lips around his rod. She alternated between small licks and gentle sucks, setting his sensitive skin on fire and leaving his loins boiling. Soon her teasing escalated. Her eyes rolled up to stare up in his, she took his length deep in her throat. He snarled. She wanted to bring him to a swift end. That would not do. He would not lose control like an untrained youth. He took hold of a fistful of her hair to lift her tempting mouth away from his cock.

She pouted, but did not argue. In a fluid motion she jumped to settle on his lap. While she shifted to sink herself deep on his length, he took the time to get better acquainted with her breasts, cradling one of the globes in his palm, using his thumb to toy with the sensitive tip.

The wind sorceress rocked against him, rotating her hips slowly as if searching for something. She gasped when she finally found the perfect angle. Sesshoumaru might be the one pinned down under her, but he was strong enough to help her out. He lowered his hands to grab her hips, locking her in place and thrust up deep. She bounced eagerly, and he matched the fast pace she had set. Her two hands wound up to cradle his face, forcing him to stare straight into her eyes. When she leaned forward to press her lips to his, he kissed her back eagerly.

They rocked together long and hard. After her suckling earlier he knew his end would come soon, but his pride forbid him from finishing without bringing her satisfaction first. He sneaked his fingers down to go rub the center of her pleasure. A few well-placed flicks of his thumb was all he took. She broke their kiss and threw her head back as she climaxed hard. When the final tremor shook her body, she collapsed against his chest, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, her lips right against the thundering pulse at his throat. She moaned low when she felt him empty his seed inside her.

Their bodies were still joined and this time around he made no move to change that. He quite liked the pleasurable tingle traveling from her body to his. Her hairdo was a complete mess with her long dark tresses and sticky bangs hiding her sweaty face. He gently pushed some of it to the side to reveal her blazing red orbs. She was shivering. From the cold or from the aftershock of this coupling, he was not sure. He called forth Mokomoko-sama from the pile of folded clothes to come envelop her.

She raised her head from his chest to stare up in his eyes.

"Who knew that fur thing... could move." She quipped.

He scoffed and tightened the fur around her shoulders. She brought her head back down and settled against his shoulder.

They shared a tender moment. Their bodies connected in the most intimate way, their chests pressed close by the enveloping warmth of his fur, her arms and legs embracing him tight. She started dozing off. He ran his nose across the crown of her head, allowing himself an instant to enjoy the moment. Soon he would disengage himself from the tempting sorceress and walk away. When she would wake up next, he would be long gone. He had to get away from her and the peculiar feelings she arose in him. After all she was merely the woman he had chosen to bear his heir, nothing more.

To be continued…