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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
"Beast Talking/Thoughts"
A/N: Welp it's been a long time you guys, since I posted anything. Honestly been through so much, but I'm trying to find my way back to my one true love which is writing. So please read and like it, feel free to leave a review. Also, sorry for any typos. I try my best to find them all, but somehow always miss a few here and there. WARNING LEMON NEAR THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!
The Wandering Lotus
Chapter 4
With Sesshoumaru...
He sensed his mother's youki drawing near, passing through the unseen barrier that protected his inner lands and palace. Pausing in reviewing the many scrolls laying in front of him, he cleaned the brush placing it in the jade brush pot and rose calling a servant who appeared shortly before him. He ordered her rooms be dusted and prepared in case his mother planned to stay, though he thought it highly unlikely that she would stay. It had been nearly two and half centuries since his mother had last visited the palace. He normally was summoned to her palace in the sky if she wished to see him. Sliding the shoji doors leading to his balcony open he was welcomed to a most heavenly scent with his sensitive nose that was approaching along with his mother's scent.
It was a heady aroma, sweet smelling, yet it was not overpowering. A mixture between fresh rain and honeysuckle with an underlying sweetness to it.
A familiar scent that had matured, no longer holding that overwhelming innocence tinging it.
'The bastard's wench.'
"Grrr...not his, Ours.'
He shook his head, he didn't have time for his beast's nonsense, yet curious as to why she approached with his mother whose disdain for humans was greater than his own and known to all youkai in the land.
His inner beast's interest in the young woman, who trailed after his half-wit half brother, had been piqued ever since her survival of his first attempt on her life. That interest had only grown into an obsession for the wild beast that represented his inner youki and baser instincts. She was the only woman who continually defied him, staring him down on the battlefield with no fear—well at the very least her fear didn't pour from her in obvious waves like the majority of humans and demons who had stood in his mighty presence before. She challenged his every alpha instinct and instead of being angered it brought forth his baser urges...lust in his other half. His beast loved how she nurtured the orphaned fox kit, causing him to constantly speak of her doing similar activities for their own pups. His beast's constant mental chatter had even been a major compelling factor that led to him taking in his ward decades prior. After all his ward was very similar to his half brother's wench in her non-existent fear of him. His beast's unhealthy obsession also led him to the miko's distressed scent; which in turn allowed him to slay the poison master that had been ready to take advantage of the woman while she was half-conscious poisoned state.
Cutting him in two had barely satiated his beast, who demanded that he whisk the woman away from his inept brother and mate her so she would always be protected.
Thankfully he was capable enough to resist his beast, pushing him to the back into a mental cage and leaving the miko behind.
Humans were—are weak.
"Mate strong...beautiful...good mother for pups. Mmmm."
'She is a human and lacking in manners. Her looks are common and she could only ever give us half demons, sad excuses of life.' He stated within his mind. She would also pass away as human lives were so short.
His only reply from his beast was threatening growl that reverberated within.
Pinching the bridge of his nose.
His beast was going to cause his head to ache.
He had tried to appease his damnable beast by rutting with one of his concubines, believing his beast was simply needing some release. Inner beasts tended to think of very little outside of hunting, killing, and rutting. When his concubine announced her pregnancy a few months ago, his beast had quieted down temporarily sated. Sesshoumaru had hoped that such comments would eventually cease altogether once his pups were birthed, so he took in stride his beast's occasional whining about how he would be even more pleased if it were the miko carrying his seed rather than the inu princess of respectable birth and of pure demonic heritage.
He had even gone as far as to remind his beast that the miko was human and likely an old woman, or dead by now.
This led to quiet peace for him, though he occasionally felt slivers of sadness emanating from his beast at the thought of his obsession these past twenty-seven years being gone. However, that sliver of sadness had grown since he had learned of his concubine's death a few weeks prior. The loss of future pups, he would even silently admit to his beast caused him some heartache as well. All inu males valued pups to continue their line and he was no exception to this. Someone had taken the time to even burn her body, though several mounds of ashes and old blood had filled the clearing surrounding the burned funeral pyre.
No doubt, they were the ones who'd pursued his mate. He'd sensed purification in the air and assumed a priest had done away with the killers of his mate. Though why the priest had chosen to burn his concubine and gave her a decent burial he knew not. But surmised the priest must have felt empathy for the pregnant demoness. Although curiously enough he could find no scent of the priest to ascertain if this was truth and not merely speculation. The purity in the air had reminded his beast of the miko, but he had shut down such thoughts before they could raise his beast's attention.
The woman was gone, considering his few visits to Rin in Edo years prior he had never sensed the woman. He had even heard the monk and taija once speaking to the fox kit of the miko and how they were at peace knowing the miko had returned to her home—wherever that may be, as he had not the inclination nor care to ask of the miko's whereabouts back then.
Yet, now the woman approached with his mother upon her youki cloud. As they landed her alluring scent wafted over, his keen nose taking in her delectable scent causing him to have to forcefully restrain his beast. His beast was practically rattling at the mental cages that he was erected to keep him in check.
"I knew she was alive. And her beauty has only grown more so than we last encountered her."
Sesshoumaru had to repress his growl as he greeted his dame. He couldn't let his control slip, especially not in the presence of his mother. His mother's reputation had been tarnished before by his own sire's dalliance with a human and he would not cause her to relive the hurt.
"Honorable mother," he addressed his mother in a neutral tone, "What brings you to this Sesshoumaru's dwelling and with my bastard, half-brother's wench no less?"
His eyes subtly perusing the woman who stood next to his mother. He was surprised to also catch sight of his father's ex-adviser and retainer of the West, Myoga, with his mate in toe perched on the miko's shoulders.
The miko looked very different from when he saw her last during the final battle—if this was indeed the miko. Yet despite the slight difference in countenance she appeared to have not aged one day since then. No longer did she wear the outfit of cheap human harlots that hid hardly anything to anyone wishing to take an untoward glance. Rather she was dressed like a true upstanding lady of court.
Dressed in a three-layered kimono, consisting of a white juban, a second golden layer, and an outer kimono the color of freshly spilled blood. The long sleeves had small white heron birds embroidered along the edges, the front of her kimono featuring ringed shakujo staffs on either side of her chest with a white bird perched on top of them. A large, silver fur was wrapped around her keeping the rest of her form hidden from view, the ensemble held together by slim hands that his beast longed to have run down his chest. Part of her hair was pulled into a bun with a silver headpiece holding pearl droplets on it, while the rest was left to flow down her back with a few wisps of hair framing her heart-shaped face. Her lips looked succulent, more full and tinted red. Her blue eyes so uncommon to humans sparkled with vigor in their ocean-like depths and were surround by dark khol giving her a seductive and mysterious look.
"She wears our colors."
His beast growled appreciatively within the confines of his mind.
Sesshoumaru ignored the beast and listened as his mother spoke.
"Let us adjourn inside to your study my son, for what this Inukimi has to state should not be overheard just yet," she spoke. Instead of waiting for his response she placed a gentle hand to the woman's back and escorted her through the doors leading back into his study.
Growling, he disliked his mother's audaciousness. While technically still alpha bitch, she had no right to barge into his study without being granted entrance first. However, curiosity stayed his hand from having another dominance battle with his dame, as he wished to know about her visit and who was this woman that resembled the miko. 'The miko should be dead or an old woman by now.' Humans rarely made it past their forth decade, although he wasn't sure of how old the miko had been when she departed. He was sure she had been grown enough to have been married already and have at least one of two children.
Once inside, he closed the doors a barrier naturally erecting over it. Turning he found his mother and the woman already seated upon the raised cushions that he had arranged around a low table for the rare guests he allowed into his personally study. He normally preferred to use the other main study, disliking other scents to contaminate his personal space. As he spent much of his time as lord of the castle in this study. Unfortunately, his mother would not be moved even if his voiced not wishing to hold a meeting here. She always ignored him and did as she pleased on the rare visits she makes.
Sitting across from them, one brow rose silently asking his mother to announce why she was here with the miko.
His mother turned towards the woman.
"Hōrō Hasu-san if it please you," she addressed the woman with obvious respect.
This confused both him and his beast. While he'd never addressed the woman when he had been in her presence, he was well aware that the name his mother addressed the woman by was not the miko's given name.
'Ka-go-me.' His beast purred, sounding out each syllable it made him want to pinch his nose and yet again he refrained from doing so.
He could feel a headache beginning to form.
~oOo~
Kagome resisted the urge to fidget, as they waited for Lord Sesshoumaru to follow after them. Although she was ageless she still was not entirely confident she could not die if under special circumstances. For the first time in many years she felt quite nervous about how this meeting would go, which was stupid as she realized as she was not the weak fifteen year old girl anymore. She is Hōrō Hasu, who had brought many demons to their knees and she had honed her abilities greatly over the years. She would not cow because of one Inuyoukai; even if it was the Western Lord himself.
Lady Inukimi hadn't given her son a chance to reply and whisking her forward into an impressive study that would have made her history teachers and most people drool. It did not have the granduer and blatant show of wealth that Madam Kikumaru's study gave off, rather it was a quiet show of a true royal's power and status that was seeped in layers of hidden arrays of magic and understated splendor.
Candles were placed on little sconces on the walls illuminating the room, while the red mahogany lined the walls and doors gave off a strange youki signature. Although it only took a mere moment to decipher them as wards—no doubt to keep whatever was spoken about in the room private. A large desk dominated one side of the room, while on the opposite side was an alcove with a marble bowl full of green water placed upon a jade stone pedestal, and in between were raised cushions surrounding a low-rise table situated in the center of the room. Inukimi ushered her over to them and she did her best to get comfortable, while retaining proper posture.
Her hands were still clenched holding the furs to cover her protruding stomach that carried said demon lord's pups. Lady Inukimi had assured her of her safety with her and she knew inus to be demons of their word...well those with honor and she reminded herself again she would blast him if he did take offense even though she did not really wish to use her abilities while carrying the pups. When Sesshoumaru finally joined them, sitting across from both of them and not behind his desk like she'd hoped she had to reaffirm her resolve. Outwardly none of her worries were on display and to a certain extent she could manipulate her scent to not give off her inner turmoil to both of the inus with sensitive noses. It had become a special technique for her to use after spending so many years in a demonic okiya when majority of the demons had stronger senses than she and would use her perceived weaknesses against her. There it was a demon eat demon world, where only the most cunning and resilient survived.
"Hōrō Hasu-san if it pleases you."
Lady Inukimi had addressed her by her second name to which she was grateful. Her second name gave her strength. Knowing what the demoness was implying she stood up and slowly released the silk furs allowing them to fall behind her on the cushions to reveal her swollen stomach.
Silently observing Sesshoumaru's face and body for any possible threats, doing her best to keep her reiki sheathed even though a little had seeped out to curve protectively around her stomach. She wasn't sure how how the demon lord would react.
She saw his eyes widen as he stood, his emotionless mask falling. The six youki signatures that Sesshoumaru had not sensed in weeks were clear as day to him now. Why had he only now sensed them? They seemed playful and were even reaching out, finally sensing their sire near no doubt.
"How," his gaze grew frostier, turning his attention from the woman's swollen womb that bore his pups to his mother who bore an amused look upon her face. Her eyes filling with mirth and laughter at the situation blooming before his very eyes.
However, it was not his mother who answered his question.
"If it would please you, milord, this Hōrō Hasu shall explain" she started out in a respectful, light tone as she sat back down, but did not bother to wrap the furs around her again rather she used them as more cushion for herself.
His eyes narrowed upon her, but inclined his head giving the miko leave to speak. He was sure now it was her, now that he felt her reiki curving over her womb. Though he wondered why the woman addressed herself by a different name, he was slightly taken aback by her manners.
'Perhaps her presence around my brother is what led to a decline in her manners. At least now she knows how to properly address her betters.'
"I was traversing the land at my leisure and took rest in a forest a few days out from the Western border. I awoke to screams and saw a scene below that displeased me greatly. It was a pregnant demoness, whom I now know to be your deceased concubine Tayatsua-hime, surrounded and wounded by several youkai. Seeing a vulnerable, pregnant demoness outnumbered I chose to intervene in the matter and dealt with the offending demons. However, when I went to heal the demoness who had been poisoned by one of the hebi youkai attackers prior to my waking, she began chanting. I remember being blinded by white light, the demoness' hand glowed as she touched both mine and her womb. When I awoke next it was to a swollen stomach and her deceased form. I was able to piece together from my knowledge that she used an ancient spell to transfer her pups to me. I cremated her remains in case anyone else after the demoness happened upon her body and flattened stomach and might choose to seek me in order to finish off the pups that now lay in my womb," she paused to rub her stomach as one of the pups bumped against her side, before she continued to explain the situation to the Western lord.
"At the time I was not aware that they were yours and sought out Myoga-san for more information about the pregnancy and seeing if the children could be transferred to a suitable demoness to carry them rather than myself. Of course, he informed me this was impossible as the transfer could only be done from the orginal mother to another. He also he informed me that I would require youki from either the father, or another demon preferably another inu to settle the pups growing within lest the perish. Upon receiving this information, Myoga-san then advised going to see Inukimi-sama. When I described the demoness to her, she gave me the woman's identity and also informed me that your lordship is the father of her pups, which led to our being here before you now, milord," she gave a shortened version of what happened and sat straighter waiting for any reaction.
His gaze fell to her stomach.
"Hn," was all her said for a few moments before he spoke again. "Then this Sesshoumaru is in your debt miko. Naturally as you carry this one's pups you will be required to stay here till they are birthed and weaned for yours, as well as their protection. This one shall provide for you and grant you this one's protection. I shall begin the process of feeding my pups some of my youki now, as to ascertain they are well. Mother, if it pleases you, you make take your leave to your quarters," when Kagome looked ready to protest he also added, "On my honor, no harm shall come to her."
Inukimi nodded not in the least bit worried about her son killing the woman, as the miko had done a great service to their pack and carried his pups, "Of course. Hōrō Hasu-san this one shall leave you in my son's care and see you upon the morn," she made a small bow of her head to her son before leaving with a swish of fabric.
Once the thick wooden door to the study had shut he turned to look upon the miko.
He had many questions he desired answers to and would rather address those than deal with his beast whose excitement as palpable within the confines of his mind. Already he was shouting to be released so he could copulate and finally claim the woman.
"Miko," he addressed her and noticed though it was slight a tensing of her shoulders.
"Idiot...make her feel welcome...Lave her with long licks it always works."
'Foolish beast, this Sesshoumaru shall not. And she is human this one doubts she would not handle being licked like a bitch would.' Although the thought of laving the miko with his tongue was not nearly as undesirable as he once thought. Perhaps the years of his beast constant yapping about the woman had begun to affect his mind. He would need to visit his harem at some point.
"Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru."
A part of him, a very small part actually found pleasure in her addressing him with the respect and honor he was due.
"Tell this one, why is it this one's mother addresses you as Hōrō Hasu, for this one was sure it is not the name your companions and my half brother addressed you by? It was Kagome, if memory serves true, was it not? As well as why you do not appear to have aged since we last met, yet I can sense you have not mated a demon to extend your life?"
Kagome was surprised by the question, her hands that had been clenched in her lap ceasing their strain, since she wasn't even aware Sesshoumaru had even known her name to begin with.
"Of course, Lord Sesshoumaru. I suppose to answer that I should start at the beginning—and honestly it is quite a relief really after hiding away these past few decades to finally be revealing myself to someone," she licked her lips and she recanted her tale though she gave less details than she did when she spoke with Myoga and his mate only giving barest of facts after the defeat of Naraku. "After the final battle I was on my way home when I felt a piercing pain in my back, it was the jewel merging with my soul, cursing me for the wish I had made. I planned to return to Edo and tell my friends, when I was struck from behind and awoke a slave," her eyes held a cool sadness to them that tugged at something within the demon lord.
"I eventually would come to reside in the demon town of Amabie, in the okiya called Hinageshi years later. After my mizuage I was renamed Hōrō Hasu, or the Wandering Lotus. I eventually had my debt paid off by my last master, Lord Yomi-dono the South West Cardinal Youkai Lord, and released four years after when I brought him the one he truly desired his current mate and Lady of the South West. I could have returned to being addressed as Kagome, but that name feels so far away now from the woman I have become. I spent so long as the Wandering Lotus that the name is simply who I am now. Kagome has been swallowed by the tide of time. Perhaps one day I may find use for the name again, but as it stands I find Wandering Lotus does suit me well. For I am a wanderer with no true home anymore. Cursed by my wish on the jewel to never age, eternal as it is. The possible wishes and aspirations I once had can no longer be, so I shall continue to wander until I find a place for myself."
There was a reserved note in her voice that made his beast wished to span the table and take the miko into their arms to offer her comfort and a place to stay forever.
Sesshoumaru knew of Hinageshi well. In truth, he'd heard of the Wandering Lotus of Hinageshi. His uncle, Kotaro-san, tried to convince him to go there nearly a decade back, however he had declined the invitation. Finding the idea of a human working in a demon okiya of Hinageshi's prestigious walls to be insulting of the place, lowering his opinion of the establishment.
"We could have bedded her sooner...It would have been easy to purchase her to keep all to our self...How many men have defiled what is ours?!'
His beast was angry. A possessive creature like most of his species, he wanted to go kill Lord Yomi, along with any other who had lain with what he saw as theirs. Those feelings he felt rising, he squashed like a bug under his feet. "This one is surprised and curious, it must not have been an easy feat for a miko to endure. Why did you not simply use your powers of purification and flee?"
At this question Kagome actually sighed, looking towards the balcony at the waning light of the sky, unintentionally giving her neck to the demon lord. It was instinctual for both master and beast to be pleased by the submissive sight of her delicate, smooth porcelain skin. It was a vulnerable portion of the body and his eyes were affixed to the major vein right where the neck and shoulder met. While her eyes followed the clouds dotting the orange, blue sky.
"I was too weak to do so. Despite what my lord and many others have assumed, I was not trained to be a priestess."
This was news to him, he'd always thought the woman simply incompetent not that she was untrained. He listened as she continued to speak, yet never looked his way.
"Despite growing up on a shrine, my powers never surfaced until my fifteenth year of life. It was only after having the jewel ripped from my side by the infamous Mistress Centipede and my eventual waking of Inuyasha that I discovered my abilities. You see on my shrine, we had not had a priest nor priestess with true powers for many generations. Traveling with Inuyasha, while I care for my dear best friend—he lacked patience and understanding when it came to me wanting to train. He was always barking about not stopping and continuing our search for Naraku and the jewel shards. Always stating in an assured manner that it was unnecessary as he would always protect me," a dry laugh left her lips, "I still find that funny to this day, because he never let me train and yet he always criticized how much weaker I was than Lady Kikyo. Does this sufficiently answer your question, Lord Sesshoumaru?"
"And yet, you took down the demons after my concubine? It does not add up correctly to this one," he replied.
Now she turned to look at him, a mischievous twinkle lighting her eyes and a small smile curving her lips. The sight enrapturing him with her natural beauty. He watched as she pulled up the sleeve of her right arm, slightly creasing the material to show a faded marking. One he could recognize as a fulfilled blood promise, as one yet unfulfilled would hold a slight iridescent glow to it.
"I made a blood oath the day Lord Yomi bought me. To Lady Hee-Rei-sama. I swore to find the object our proprietress desired above all else and free her myself. I trained in sword dance during my days as an oiran in Hinageshi and combining it with my past experiences it wasn't too difficult to adapt for use on in actual combat. I spent those four years while searching for said object to train as I traversed the land. It wasn't easy by any means," a little giggle escaped her as she remembered those years, "I even posed as a Buddhist monk to train my spiritual powers at a temple properly—Of course I eventually fled before I could be outed as a woman. I was weak my lord, but my resolve and determination to free the woman I had come to truly love and see as a sister gave me the strength to grow stronger. That is how I took down the demons after your concubine, Lord Sesshoumaru."
"Hnn."
Kagome was surprised that Lord Sesshoumaru seemed so talkative now. 'Perhap Rin's presence in his life has changed much about him.' Two and half decades ago he used short clipped sentence, or just his usual 'Hnn' for answers and queries. Of course he still used hnn, but him asking her rather than ordering answers be given was strange sight for her. Then again what did she really know about the daiyoukai. Perhaps Sesshoumaru wasn't as bad as she thought and Myoga was right, he was bitter towards Inuysha and humans because of his father's transgressions. Just then she felt several kicks to her stomach and winced at the discomfort and slight pain. Her hand fell to caress her stomach as the pups youki began to fluctuate and become rather unsettled.
"Follow me," he said standing abruptly and proceeded towards the door Lady Inukimi had left out of earlier.
Sesshoumaru saw her wince and felt his pups becoming unsettled—he knew the youki his mother had no doubt provided had been expended. The pups needed his youki immediately and his instincts were rising to the surface. His beast was concerned and was running around within the confines of his cage urging him to provide them with much needed youkai. Not to mention supplant himself deep inside the woman and make her unavailable to any others. He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
The instinct to preserve his children outweighed his own views on how he felt about humans.
'Although could she really be considered human any longer.'
Standing, she gathered her furs around herself. Following along the stoic demon lord she tried to memorize each twist and turn as the walked down long hallways and corridors before coming to stand in front of a set of opulent doors that had to be twelve feet high. There were a pair of inus in their true form in frozen in mid-battle land around them destroyed from their fierce battle etched into the deep mahogany wood. It hadn't been a long walk like she would have thought, but her stomach was starting to cramp fiercely and she was pretty sure one of the pups had kicked her hard enough for her ribs to ache. Sesshoumaru opened the door allowing her to enter first.
These chambers were technically for his future mate, but with the miko pregnant with his unborn pups and without her own youki to provide for them he would need to keep her close to him. The room was opulent with a large futon that could fit several beings in it and took up the center of the room in spite of it's simplicity. The bed held a canopy of royal blue around it with golden silk sheets with furs laid on top of the bed and a multitude of red silk pillows filled with down feathers. There was a large dresser, as well as a vanity pushed against the walls along with a feudal-version mannequin that stood next to an beautifully designed chest. There were two adjoining rooms, that she wondered where they led to.
Kagome surveyed the room Sesshoumaru had brought her to, noting it was obviously not a guest room.
"Who's room is this," she asked, although she had an inkling it belonged to the demon lord behind her.
"It is this Sesshoumaru's future mate's chambers. You require this ones youki transplant and it was easier to bring you here."
"Why not do it in you study, Lord Sesshoumaru," she turned towards him only to see he'd pulled off his armor and place it upon the poled version of a mannequin.
His haori came open with a single pull of his obi, exposing a long stretch of slender, muscular frame to her eyes.
"It is as this one stated you require a youki transplant. This one did not think you would appreciate being taken against this ones desk as my beast felt to do," he answered honestly.
Her brows shot up, "T-taken."
He looked at her shocked and confused face and growled.
'Dam you mother! You did not bother to explain to her what would need to be done.'
Coming towards her, he stopped directly in front of her placing his only arm upon one of her shoulders in comfort.
He was not a cruel as some might believe after all.
"Yes, taken. This one should throw mother out for not explaining this to you. She must have believed you may not have agreed to come. Miko, my pups you carry have been too long without my youki. They require mine or another male to insert their youki directly into your womb from within you, lest there be adverse effects to the pups and higher possibility of you losing them. What my mother did is only a temporary solution and this must be done quickly. We shall only need to do this once to establish a bond, whereupon I will be able to give it without any adverse effects. This one can see you are in a great deal of pain, so we should see to it immediately. Also, this one would never allow another male to supply the necessary youki to my pups," he growled the last possessively his beast's emotions getting the better of him.
His form had bent his mouth close to her ears as he murmured the last part before he licked at her neck.
A soft gasp left her at the sensation.
As an oiran, she'd been taught to not allow males near such a spot, especially canines; as this was where they normally marked their mates, but she highly doubted Sesshoumaru would and it actually felt good. His tongue was long, soft with a sort of rough edge to it. She understood, after Sesshoumaru had so graciously explained the situation. Part of her was peeved that Lady Inukimi had not explained what would happen, but another was slightly thrilled with what was undoubtedly about to occur.
Sex, when willingly, was a fun and beautiful act. And while she have never lain with the inu demon, she had an inkling this would be a very pleasurable experience. And while she would never admit it to anyone, she once had a wet dream about the Western Lord when she was still a young teen traveling around with Inuyasha.
She mewled softly when his tongue licked at the sensitive portion of skin.
Sesshoumaru shuddered, the miko tasted divine like ambrosia and the noise she'd just emitted caused a deep rumble to come from his chest. 'Our little bitch is divine and ready for us.' His beast was ready, having hungered for the woman in front of him for so long. If only he had two hands, one to caress while the other rid her of her layered kimono. As it was Inuyasha had cut it off long ago, leaving a stump in its place. His arm had temporarily grown back with his sword Bakusaiga, but after the battle it disappeared only showing itself when he drew his blade. Annoying since he couldn't possibly keep the blade drawn at all times. Anyways before he continued he had to make sure the miko understood his words.
"Do you understand miko," he asked as he nipped her ear softly.
"Yes," she sighed sweetly at his attention.
Pleased at her easy agreement, "Then undress and get in bed," he commanded, his dominant nature coming out.
He drew back and used his one hand to begin to rid himself of his clothing. It was never as easy as it once was, but after so many years he'd become accustomed to using one appendage.
Kagome regained her composure and watched as Sesshoumaru began to undress. Even if he didn't voice or show it to where it was obvious to anyone not used to observing silent demon men that itt was a tedious task for him.
Her eyes flew up his muscular frame to the stump where his left arm used to be. She thought it had grown back during the final battle, when he produced his new sword. Perhaps something had happened since. She'd had sex with a male demon who had a peg leg, but she hadn't felt inclined to use her powers on him. It would have revealed what she was and she couldn't have that at the time. However, things were different now. Sesshoumaru knew what and who she was.
Forgetting to use honorfic she addressed him, stopping him with untying his hakamas.
He looked at her wondering if she did not wish to do this.
He hadn't thought she would, especially considering she had been an oiran, but perhaps she found his damaged form to be too much seeing her gaze on his stump. His beast whimpered at the thought of his chosen mate finding his form lacking. There were some females demons who would feel that way, even some of his own concubines had blanched at the sight of his lost appendage. Of course he released said woman from his service.
Kagome came forward, placing a soft hand against his chest, the other rising slowly.
"Let me help Sesshoumaru," she murmured softly, before he felt her hand touch the stump where his left arm used to be.
Stunned he could only stand there as purity washed over him in comforting ways, feeling numbness and the ghost feeling of where his arm once lay being replaced with flesh and blood. For Kagome, it was something she had learned how to due in her travels, it was extremely rare ability she learned from an old priestess to perform. The only know records of such healing abilities having been Midoriko and two priests from over a hundred years ago. Even the priestess who taught her could only heal basic wounds and not regrow whole appendages. When she was done, she smiled up at him and he was struck by her beauty with her aura shining brightly.
She truly was beautiful.
How he'd ever thought her looks commonly he'd never understand.
Lemon Begins (Feel free to skip if you want)
Using his newly formed arm, he crushed the miko against him being careful of her womb, as he bent to devour her kissable mouth like his beast had yearned to do upon first catching sight of her again. It was an explosion to his superior taste buds, her tongue wrapping around his own like a trained seductress. She was not meek and he did not wish her to be. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and took it. A rumble from his chest spoke volumes of how much his craved this moment.
He was truly whole once more.
What his bastard half brother had taken from him, she'd given back in true form. He could feel it, this arm would not disappear like with bakusaiga. It would stay as if it had never been gone to begin with.
Moaning against his mouth, her arms wrapping around the neck to bring her closer to her. He tasted delectable like butterscotch and sweet caramel. It was addicting as her tongue fought a battle of dominance against his. Coaxing and teasing his. Running her tongue lightly against one of his fangs and he rumbled in pleasure. With both hands free, he had himself and her naked in the blink on an eye before she found herself being gently lowered onto soft furs. Shivering at the coolness of the room as he maneuvered her under the covers covering them both. He pulled her close and allowed her to get on top of him, afraid to take her roughly from behind as his beast wanted. Whether she was immortal or not she was human and he didn't wish to hurt her or his pups.
Vocal in her pleasure, loving the feeling of his large erection rubbing against her slick folds, before scooting back sitting farther down on his thighs. It was the largest, sexiest throbbing cock she had ever lain eyes upon. The old her would have thought her current self mad and promptly blushed and ran away. But she had changed and the sight only served to embolden her and turn her on immensly. Slightly darker than the rest of him and at least twelve inches in size and three inches in girth with small tuft of silver fur sprout above it. It would be a big stretch; not all youkai being hung as most would assume, but she knew could take him albeit slowly at first. His veins running along his length were throbbing and his cock bobbed and seemed to seek her out, but it was not time for that yet. Instead she began tracing the matching demonic markings that lay upon his cheeks, down his collarbone and sculpted pecs. "Mmm," she let her nails drag a little down his impressive abs. The pressure she exuded through her hands lighten as they ran over his hips to the marking just below the perfectly outlined V.
"Ahh," he couldn't hold back the groan as her soft hands caressed him sensually and ever so slowly, it was pure torture and yet he dare not stop her tour of his body. Her eyes drank him in and when he little tongue peaked between her lips to wet them he wanted to take it between his teeth again. When she placed them upon his manhood giving it a soft squeeze he shuddered torn between feeling relief that she had finally touched him where he really wanted her to and agony that it was not enough to assuage his hunger.
This feeling was foreign to him, erotic torture that he willingly submitted to,
Normally he was in charge and did not allow his concubines to touch him, simply taking them roughly from behind till they both were sated. Yet, neither he nor his beast could find fault in turning over control to the woman atop him, who caressed him with her skillful hands. She moved at a slow pace pumping, getting a feel for him. Her touch was like a fire that set him ablaze and he had no wish for it to be doused.
He hissed as Kagome scooted back even further to straddle low on his thigh, only to lean over him and lick them pre-cum off the tip of his manhood.
"Uggh," his eyes widened as Kagome glanced up at him through hooded eyes, a confident smile on her face. His claws dug into the bedding below watching as that devilish pink tongue darted out to circle around the tip once more. And again. And again. "Mi—miko, what are yo—" His words were lost as she suddenly took him into her, at least half of his girth disappeared between her pink lips sucking him slowly into her moist cavern, while her hands began massaging what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
He had rutted with several demonesses, including some from Hinageshi decades prior to Kagome working there, but never before had such a thing been done to him. Although considering demonesses had sharp fangs, he wouldn't have allowed them anywhere near his manhood. His hands automatically tangled in her tresses pulling out the hair piece and binding to let it fall free as he gathered it up into his hands. Whatever this was he would not let her stop. Lightly thrusting into her hot mouth, he was rewarded with beautiful vibrations as she moaned her delight around his member it was almost his undoing.
If not for his pride he would have. He wouldn't come undone like a young pup so quickly.
"K-kami, Kagome," he uttered her original name not able to hold back the pretense of calling her by her station nor the professional name she had from Hinageshi.
Kagome should have been affronted that he used her original name, but found that Sesshoumaru uttering her name in his smooth baritone brought juices flowing from her core.
It was shocking to learn demon males did not know of blowjobs, but she sort of understood with the whole fang situation. She had only done it twice before, once with a young wolf demon who'd been shy and and wanted to acquire more experience before he tried to mate a female demon that he happened to fancy. It had been sweet and she used her knowledge of openly spoken about pleasures from the future to give him a once in a lifetime experience. And the other a rather dashing poet, who had saved up all of his finances for one night with her, after having professed to falling for her upon first sight and she had been moved by the gesture.
But this was different.
Some part of her had to taste him, needed it with every fiber of her being when she saw the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock.
It had been natural to swoop down a lick up the bead and once she had it it was like an explosion on her taste buds. Hearing the sexy groans and whimpers coming from the great demon lord was surprising. It was the sounds her of a virginal boy first experiencing pleasure than that of a seasoned warrior with a harem of undoubtedly beautiful demonesses and it spurred her on further. She might not have liked some of the male clients she serviced in the past, but many had commented on her natural sexual prowess. Not to mention she felt something truly powerful about having a man as powerful as Sesshoumaru weak with want for her. When he began to thrust deep into her mouth she was grateful she did not have a gag reflex. Taking more of him down her throat, breathing every now and then through her nose, she began to bob up and down setting an even pace. Saliva ran down the sides of his dick as she sucked and slurped, and brought the demon lord to the heights of pleasure. The vein in his cock thrummed as blood rushed towards it. When he began to thrust harder she regrettably pulled back releasing him from her mouth pussy with a resounding 'pop' noise.
Sesshoumaru whimpered uncharateristically
A pink tint began to bleed into his scleroses, his golden hues turning a dark shade of teal, as his beast merged with him starting to crest to the surface.
'Don't stop! Tell her not to stop...mate makes us feel so good.'
Sesshoumaru should have been turned off by his beast calling the woman mate, but he could barely gather his wits, only wanting her to continue with pleasuring him with her sinfully, wicked mouth.
Kagome flashed a seductive smile as she crawled back up him, her already big bosom had grown as of late and her dusty pink, hardened nipples brushed over his muscular chest bringing forth more groans from his lips. Slick with need, she rose slightly above him.
She softly commanded him to look at her as she grasped his member in a firm, yet soft hold.
Hooded golden eyes gazed at her in full worship. Her ebony hair was wild around her from his hold on it earlier, her lips were reddened and shiny with saliva. His pups lay nestled safely within her womb and it made his erection grow even harder. She was an erotic sight to behold. It was everything and more than his beast could have ever envisioned when he sent him images of them locked with the woman who now straddled him. She sent him a devious grin as she took his member and rubbed it up and down her slick heat. He knew then she was a wicked seductress, as she used the tip of his dick to circle her hidden pearl he knew women to possess, but never bothered with before.
"Sess~sho~maru?"
"Yes," he groaned wanting—no needing to be nestled deep inside of her. Need to feel her tight sheath clutching his member, to drive up into with her bountiful tits bouncing while she slaked her lust upon his cock, and finally releasing his seed deep into her as he had almost done in her mouth.
"Yes, what? Tell me Sesshoumaru. Tell me what you want. Do you perhaps want me to...stop?" Her teasing drove him mad as she began to release his member from her hold.
"No!" He growled out while his beast whimpered at the loss of her touch. His hands came up to her waist to hold him there. He pushed his pelvis and manhood towards her center, but she rose just a little bit keeping him from reach.
Giggling, she loved this. Loved the power she held over this strong demon lord.
Bending over him, her breast pressed against his chest as her tongue came out to nip his right nipple, "Then tell me what you want, Sesshoumaru," she murmured as she grasped his member again.
"You. This—I want to be inside of you. Inside your warm passage. To be deep in your sheath while you milk my cock," he exclaimed his voice more guttural and growing more beastly by the second.
Satisfied and knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, she acquiesced his demands. Her pussy juices were already flowing heavily and she knew needed him within her too.
"Haha, you should have said so sooner," and with ease she brought herself down taking his throbbing sword into her tight, sopping sheath.
For one moment his breath left his body, as his whole body shuddered in euphoria as a grip tighter. but so much more lovelier than her mouth wrapped around his thick member like a second skin. 'So tight...Yes she feels so good.' Slowly, inch by inch she took him into her, groaning as his large cock stretched and filled her.
Her arousal wet his cock and eased her entry. Her pussy weeped and dampened his thighs.
"Oooh, kami! You're so big Sessh," her hands came down on his chest running scores down them with her nails. Slowly rocking so he could be fully seated in her.
He thought it couldn't get any better until she began to move, lifting herself with her thighs and dropping herself back down and repeating, and his whole world came to life. He felt like a teen pup just discovering the pleasure a woman could bring to a male once more. She rode him like there was no tomorrow only now, her hips were swiveling on top of him as she gave as good as she got. He answered her with thrusts of his own, guttural and animalistic sounds reverberating through his chest that traveled down to his dick and straight into her pussy. His knees bent to offer her support and helped his to thrust more vigorously up into her.
Her eyes rolled back into her head at the overwhelming feelings and sensations taking over her.
It was maddening, addictive.
She rode him for nearly ten minutes before her legs began to protest anymore, the weight of her belly becoming too much and she slid off him. Sesshoumaru was ready to snatch her back towards him to continuing blessing him with her glorious cunt, only to be presented with her glistening backside.
"Come Sesshoumaru, show me who is alpha!" She exclaimed, shaking her ass wantonly in his direction.
Her words had him moving faster the one could see, aligning himself with her weeping pussy before spearing straight into her.
He thought it too rough and was about to pull back as to not damage her when Kagome released a growl worthy of any demoness.
"More, give me more Sesshoumaru! Give it to me like the demon lord you are," she cried out.
How long had it been since she had known real pleasure, she was not quite sure. And it would have been a lie to say she had never had lusted for the demon lord above her. He was handsome as sin and like forbidden fruit to her back when she was a teenager searching for the jewel shards. But those two times she had masturbated to him in her teenage years in the comfort of her old pink bedroom could not compare to this moment.
His beast rose forth taking over completely and her face was pushed into the bed ramming into her hard and fast like a super battering ram. The sounds of moans, growls, and the slapping of skin only got louder as his became lost in her and she in him. One hand kept firm grip of her hip, while the other curved to hold her throat so there was no pressure on her bulging stomach, drawing her back against his chest. Her hair was thrown haphazardly to one side while he licked, sucked, and nipped at her neck.
"Oh yes, the best lover Sess—" her words were cut-off as he angled her mouth towards his swallowing her words and cries of pleasure.
His pride skyrocketed at hearing he was her best lover.
'Her best and last lover.' The beast would not give her up ever, but he would not press knowing his rational self was not ready to take the necessary steps of insuring that would be true.
Sesshoumaru dared not to release her delectable lips from him, not trusting his beast to get the better of him and try to claim the woman as more. However, he would assuredly take pleasure in the woman right now. 'If only for the sake of my pups...and the best rut to date.'
He twisted her perky nipples this way and that way. Kagome thrashing against his skillful hands, arching into their caress. Each touch setting her on fire and feeling the tightening in her core, signaling the impending climax almost upon her. Her breaths haggard, sweat coating her skin. Just as she had played with his body so expertly, he too played her like the strings of a shamisen playing the melody of rapturous seduction. He dominated her wholly and yet was cautious always aware of her protruding belly. While he did not bite her neck, he littered other parts of her with his love bites and his claws scratched lightly at her thighs as he spread them further so he could hit the deepest parts of her. The sting of insignificant wounds only served in heightening her pleasure as he brought her to a level that bordered between pain and pleasure to something she could only describe as fucking mind-numbing bliss.
Feeling himself almost there, he began to release his youki, allowing it to flow into her womb setting off a bomb as her reiki gave way to the powerful youki dominating her most inner parts so thoroughly. Her quivering sheathe could take no more. Her climax crashing over her with wave after wave of seemingly unending sparks of euphoria and power. The pressure of her sheath too much for the inuyoukai to bare any longer he released deep into her awaiting pussy with a mighty roar.
Her pussy muscles clenching, milking him for all that he could give almost had him wanting to stay to experience it all over again.
End of Lemon
As she came down from the high of her orgasm, her breathing taking a bit to even out. She could feel a difference in her. A small connection had bloomed. She felt Lord Sesshoumaru's youki flowing throughout her womb, the pups greedily soaking it all up, before settling down content in ways that hadn't been in weeks and she felt a weight lift from her shoulders that she hadn't truly realized she was carrying.
It was not at all surprising to her to when Sesshoumaru disappeared from the bed, reappearing dressed a moment later.
Easing herself backwards towards the pillows, she made to rise but Sesshoumaru merely shook his head.
He placed a hand on her naked womb, swallowing the possessive growl that threatened to leave him at the sight and smell of the miko swollen with his pups and covered in his thick scent. Now that his youki was sufficiently supplanted he knew he had to remove his person from the bed lest he ending up slaking his lust once more.
"Miko, it would do you well to rest while the pups are sleeping. This one shall have a servant wake you soon enough to bathe and eat," he informed her and left for his own chambers before he did something he would regret. For he knew if this happened again tonight he wouldn't be able to prevent his beast from claiming her fully.
And yet gazing upon her he had contemplated taking the woman again at the sight of her naked form, sweaty and covered in his musk. He would need to visit his harem soon enough. A human woman, even if it was the miko, should not have brought him so close to losing control. Nor had such power over him during intercourse. Hinageshi surely had taught her some tricks, he might even purchase a demoness from there.
'Surely a demoness would bring him even more pleasure.'
His beast snorted, 'Never! Our miko is special. And this one will not allow you to mount another. I will simply take control and kill anyone sans the miko if you dare!'
'Silence beast, remember who is master. This one shall mount whoever I deign to lay with and you shall not have any say.'
It was obvious that neither would reach an agreement at the moment, while back in the other chamber Kagome sat on the edge of the bed.
After the high had died down and with Lord Sesshoumaru's swift exit her rational and worrisome old self reared its ugly head.
'I just had sex with Sesshoumaru! Inuyasha's human-hating brother! And I told him he was the best I ever had.'
She flushed before flipping back down onto the futon, unable to believe she had sex with the cold demon lord. 'But is he really as cold as I assumed he was.' Then she remembered his cold exit and shook away that thought. He had done what was necessary for his pups while enjoying a good lay and that was all.
Sighing, she really wasn't sure how the next few months would go. Thankfully the kamis had blessed her with patience, so she could only hope that it wasn't too eventful for her. Exhausted she pulled the covers up and slept the best she had in years.
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