10:23 PM

*Lemon Warning*

His beast was positively gloating. He gently removed her hands from his tangled hair; she seemed too preoccupied to do it herself. He doubted she noticed anything at this point, she was still coming off her high. He licked his lips, her taste still lingered on them and it left him wanting more. He could feel himself back in control, his eyes no longer red; his instincts had been placated through her thorough submission as she came.

He had been surprised when she had not pushed him away, but he really shouldn't have been. After all, this was the little miko that had garnered his attention. She was fearless, loyal, and brave beyond reasonable doubt. All attributes that had gotten her into trouble in the past, but also attributes that left him wanting more of her. More of her charm, more of her wit, and most definitely, more of her body. He kissed his way up to her lips, taking his time in knowing each and every inch of her. He found a small scar on her side and licked it, wondering what had been its cause. She knew battle, he was well aware of that, but something in him started to bubble up at the thought of her in combat, an emotion he could not quite place. Pride? Worry? He shook his head, it was not important. Right now the only thing that mattered was having her under him writhing in pleasure again.

His lips finally found hers and he gave her a gentle kiss, something to bring her back from the abyss of her climax. She groaned lightly, and he smiled against her lips.

"We are not done yet, my little Miko." He said, his lips never leaving hers.

She scowled at the name again and gave his lip a little bite. He really enjoyed teasing her, it was quickly becoming his favorite pastime.

He kissed her intensely, willing her body back to life. She moaned and shifted her legs to be on either side of his and he ground his hips against hers, letting her know just what he wanted.

She drew her breath in sharply, startling him. He stopped kissing her in order to look into her eyes.

She avoided his gaze and a red flush ran through her face.

He looked at her confused. 'Had he unintentionally hurt her?' He gently pushed back the few strands of hair that stuck to her cheeks from the sweat.

"Kagome?" He simply asked.

She gnawed at her bottom lip and he frowned. He ran his thumb across her lip to make her stop. Her eyes finally met his, and she let out a breath.

"I hear it hurts." She finally whispered.

He raised an eyebrow, confused. 'Hurts?' He kept quiet, giving her time to elaborate.

"The first time, you know? They say it hurts, that it feels like being split in two...or like your being stretched from the inside out. But I don't suppose you would know anything about that, huh?" She went back to biting her lip.

'First time? First time of what?' Sesshoumaru stared at her, not willing to believe what he was hearing, not wanting to get his hopes up for something that may never be.

He had already made peace with the past he assumed she had; after all, he was no saint, not by a long shot, and he did not expect her to be one either. He could still remember the first time they met; though he had not taken much interest in her, it was hard not to take notice of the young woman who stood in front of him clad in a kimono so short he was sure a light breeze would steal her dignity away.

Even if Inuyasha had never been able to lay with her, surely there were others who had. Regrettably, there were also those who would take her by force. He knew she had been taken against her will quite a few times, enough times that Inuyasha and his group hardly batted an eyelash when it happened. How had she kept herself safe all those times?

There was simply no way. And yet, that is what she said. Her actions certainly spoke to that fact as well. He had to ask, had to know if anyone had ever tasted her the way he had. If anyone had ever heard the way she screamed their name like she did his. He had to know the truth now that it was out there. And if she was telling the truth, why was she here with him now? Yes, he had taken her. Yes, he had propositioned her. But he had given her a choice, granted he would have done everything in his power to convince her to stay, but he hadn't had to do anything. If she had been successful in protecting herself all this time, why was she so willing to share in his bed now? Why had she stayed? There were too many unanswered questions, and he despised uncertainty. He needed answers.

"Kagome," He started, "Are you a virgin?" There was no easier way to ask and he was not one to beat around the bush in any case.

She blushed again and nodded, still refusing to look at him. He grabbed her chin and turned her towards him, looking into her eyes and tasting the air for lies. None. She spoke the truth. "How…" The word left his lips before he could stop it.

Kagome glared at him and scoffed. "Look, it's not like I haven't had the chance OK?! There have been plenty of people who have wanted to sleep with me." She pouted.

Sesshoumaru growled at that. His demon roared inside, it wanted to hunt down those who so dared to look at her in such a way, but knew that it would be to no avail, so instead he took a calming breath and asked, "And yet, you claim to still be pure...untouched?"

Kagome tried to squirm out of his hold, but he kept her caged in, being careful not to cause her any harm.

"I never said I wanted them." She admitted under her breath when she finally stopped squirming.

His gaze never left her, again not a lie.

"Yet, here you are...with me."

Her blush deepened and she nodded again. His chest swelled up with pride. A rumble of satisfaction built up in his throat and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "How much do you want me, Kagome?" He smirked as she froze and her face became hot against his.

"Oh! You are such a dog!" She replied smartly, shoving his chest softly. He simply snickered at that.

He licked her cheek playfully and without a second thought he gave out a soft and uncharacteristic "Woof".

Kagome looked at him incredulously then burst out laughing. Her breast moving up and down with the rhythm of her laughter against his chest. The joyous sound brought forth a sense of well being to him, and he found himself smiling alongside her and committing her laughter to memory. There was something about her that seemed to draw out a certain part of him that he thought long gone. He should have been furious, he had buried this side of him in order to become who he was now, and yet, looking at her smiling face and the way her eyes shined, he could only be grateful.

Her laughter died down and a tear rolled down her cheek. He lapped it up and gave her a chaste kiss.

"Sorry about that." She said looking abashed.

"Don't be." He certainly was not. Her mirth had been contagious and he now knew that no other had touched her before, she would be his alone. He would be the only one to taste of her forbidden fruit. That she would grant him this favor despite their past, despite his wrong doings, and after she had guarded her chastity against others, it spoke more than words ever could.

With a renowned sense of responsibility and honor he took her lips again, submitting to his instincts as they compelled him to care for the woman that so utterly captivated him.

His movements were slow, measured. He wanted to please her, but more than that, he wanted her to remember this experience fondly. He knew what this must mean to her, what it was costing her. His honor meant everything to him, and she clearly took her own honor seriously. He had yet to hear a single ill rumor about the woman in his arms. She was always adored where she went. The value she placed on herself was something he was willing to pay back one hundred fold. He would not allow this to become sullied in her mind...or his.

His hands roamed her body, caressing her every curve. She melted in his hands, her body already spent from their prior engagement. His hand made it to her sex, still wet and ready for him. He toyed with her, his fingers bringing her to the edge of orgasm only to bring her back down again. She moaned and moved with him, asking for more, pleading for release. He slowly slipped his middle finger inside of her, allowing her to become accustomed to it before sliding in his index. Her brow furrowed but the discomfort was quickly replaced with pleasure as his fingers found their rhythm. He worshipped her, negating his own need in favor of hers. She said his name like a mantra, over and over again as he brought her her release. He felt her tighten and convulse around his fingers, still working her down from her peak.

He did not allow her a break. Her body screamed for more and he was more than willing to give in to her needs. Kicking off his boots and hakama, he laid on top of her, savoring the way their bodies melded together.

Her eyes were half lidded, she tried to sit up but he pushed her back down with a kiss. He kissed her with all the tenderness he could muster, knowing that the pain to come would be great. He grabbed her thigh, bringing her knee up and giving him more space to position himself before her slick folds.

Slowly, he entered her, heat enveloped the head of his cock as he tried to keep her pain away. She whimpered as he slipped in a little more and he leaned in close, whispering sweet nothing to her and nuzzling her neck. She put her arms around him, encouraging him to continue. He continued the slow and tortuous descent into her awaiting heat. The walls of her opening coming in around him, not sure if they were trying to pull him in or push him out. He could feel the way her nails dug at his back, he was sure it would have drawn blood had they not been so blunt. She was so unbelievably tight and as much as it pained him, he could only imagine how it hurt her. She squirmed a little as his full length sat inside of her. He continued to coo at her, trying to distract her from the pain. He could feel as her body relaxed and adjusted to his girth, and slowly started to pull out.