Author's Note: Hello all! Just a quick reminder because I didn't realize there was some confusion to the updates, so I wanted to correct that. My updated/new chapters are going to be in front of this chapter. Basically, if you get a notice saying this story was updated and you click the link, it'll bring you here. This chapter (NO MATTER WHAT NUMBER IT IS GOING TO BE) is what the story is building up to until I actually make it to this checkpoint. IT'S NOT THE NEW CHAPTER! When you see a new chapter has been posted, the chapter before THIS ONE is actually the new chapter.
As an example, if you see Chapter 20 has been posted, the new chapter is actually Chapter 19 not 20. I hope that makes sense. I can take down the smut chapter altogether if it genuinely gets too annoying or confusing to keep backtracking.
Thank you, marsmagari, for bringing this issue up. I didn't even think about it. If there's anything else you, readers, see being a problem, let me know and I'll try to work something out to make things easier and clearer for you. This is meant to be a fun, slice of life story not an accounting project for you to keep going back and forth on. ^_^ I genuinely wasn't paying attention to how the updates were being shown to you.
"Nya ha ha ha ha! The mighty Lord Sesshomaru crying over a human woman? What kind of sick joke is this? No way would the dog demon care about this tramp!" the purple-skinned madman guffawed. In his large hands was now a frail woman losing her soul by the minute and no longer looking at anything except the insides of her eyes.
Sesshomaru bit down on his teeth and felt his jaw tighten so much his head began spinning. The anger coursing through his blood was enough to kill millions of souls, but he only wanted to destroy one: the demon that held onto the woman. Her body was limp and without life, her skin was rotting and beginning to turn gray, and her hair was losing its proud and dark luster.
"A tramp, you say?" Sesshomaru hissed, making the demon stop laughing. "We're going to have to fix that perspective of yours. Let's change the level of your eyes first. It's too high right now."
Several months ago...
"My god, the day ticked by slowly," Meioshi dragged, rubbing her shoulders. "I will never accept a full schedule like that again!"
"Making promises to yourself, Lady Meioshi?" Sesshomaru questioned.
They were in a forest not far from the mountains they had to cross to get to another village. Jaken and the two-headed dragon were near the lake, fussing with Meioshi's trusted friend and owl demon, Potaruopuna. Meioshi worked long hours for three days straight just to care for her patients. Priests threatened to burn down her clinic, but Sesshomaru made sure they never made that mistake twice. He even startled Meioshi with his threatening, powerful aura and guttural growls.
Out of pity, he would say, he went looking for the doctor in her study but only found it empty with several books lying about. When he asked Jaken where she went, he claimed he neither knew nor cared to which he got a nice beating as a reward for his answer. A nurse demon was hustling about to prepare fresh herbs for healing tea. She answered, "Meioshi was in the spring." Now, here he is just watching the doctor bathe and rub her aching muscles. To his surprise, she was completely naked; usually, the doctor was very cautious about exposing her body in any way, shape, or form and wore a white robe to cover herself. To see her in nothing but her delicate skin was a pleasant (and dare we say arousing) surprise. Feeling left out, Sesshomaru stripped himself of his own clothes and entered the water.
"And then there's you," Meioshi sighed.
Sesshomaru creeps behind Meioshi as she rubs her shoulders and replaces her hands with his own. She gasps then melts to his touch. Being around a doctor and books of the human body has done him well. He kneaded his fingers through her soft flesh and untied the nerves tangling themselves beneath her muscles. Her soft moans and cooing made the blood flow in his body travel to a very important member of his own naked form. He was going to ignore what the doctor was doing to him physically and just stuck with conversation. That always ruined his mood.
"You were saying?" Sesshomaru remarked, moving his hands to work the shoulder blades.
"I'm sorry, I spoke?" Meioshi responded eyes hazy and head limp. "I don't seem to remember speaking."
"Don't indulge yourself so much and you might remember," Sesshomaru commented, lowering his ministrations.
"Oh, my goodness," Meioshi gasped, blushing.
She collapsed onto a rock that was conveniently fixed in front of her and simply let the demon give her the best massage on the planet without saying another word. Evidently, she wasn't even paying attention to the position she was in as Sesshomaru looked down at her. He merely continued until he felt he could no longer do so without touching her in different places that were more intimate in nature. She pouted and whined when he stopped then turned to him. She looked alarmingly adorable, which made Sesshomaru quite uncomfortable, and then crossed her arms as she glared at him.
She inquired impatiently, "You've been reading my books again, haven't you?"
"Perhaps," Sesshomaru answered, cracking his neck then flicking his head to toss a lock of his hair behind his shoulder. "Does that displease you?"
"Heavens no!" Meioshi commented. "You've made me quite ANGRY AS ALL HELL! Did I not tell you to stop perusing through my things?"
Sesshomaru reached for her and then yanked her head forward so that her face was merely two or so inches away from his. He then whispered, "A moment ago, you lost your mind with pleasure...and some relief. You would not have felt that way if I hadn't gone through your books to read about the human body and its muscular structure, is this not so?"
Meioshi was silenced for a moment then moved away from Sesshomaru with a huff. She instead went to wash her hair near the small waterfall on the other side of the spring. Sesshomaru said nothing more to her and she did the same. He simply watched her as she poured a bottle of some sort of substance onto her scalp and scratched through it. A beetle flung out of her hair, troubling him for a moment. Why did all of these priests treat her so cruelly? She went without bathing for days at a time because of her workload, and they dare mock and insult her for being dedicated to healing others? He turned his head and growled a bit at the thought.
"Looks like you could use a similar treatment," he heard her say. He looked into her eyes and noticed her smirk. She then said, "Who would have thought the powerful, deadly, arrogant lord had a case of stiffening wood?"
"Come with me," Sesshomaru whispered, brushing his lips against her ear.
Meioshi was shocked that the demon lord would even consider demanding her presence in such a tone, but, against her better judgment, she decided to follow him to see exactly how far he would take this. He brought her to an empty barn next to the spring that she hadn't used yet and probably didn't plan to use for her duties in the village. When they enter it, he begins to feel something pull at his gut. He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do! Though he would never admit it, he never truly touched a woman on his own before. Either someone in his clan nominated a woman to be his mistress or he had to prove his manhood by simply accepting whoever threw themselves at him.
Sesshomaru stoops down a bit to press his lips experimentally against Meioshi's, feeling a warm, soft texture to them. She truly was a beautiful human woman: adventurous, gentle, fragile, proud, and intelligent. There was never much of a dull moment ever since he met this woman. He had begun to wonder what it was about human women that drove his fascination to discover things about them. Human men, he knew for a fact, were avaricious, spiteful, foolish, and took risks that led them to their ultimate doom. Women could be just as bad, but somehow he met a few women in his life that proved him wrong about humans. Not all of them sought death or could have done anything differently to prevent the deaths of loved ones or could even change the deaths that their loved ones grieved over. These were the kinds of humans he could learn to like and respect.
With Meioshi, it was no different yet completely so. Sure, he found she proved him wrong on a lot of things: that humans were stupid, avaricious, weak, and blockheaded. In the midst of it all, he began to learn other things about humans: that some took greater risks than others, that some put others' interests and wants before their own, that some cry for understandable reasons, that he understood the pains some of them go through, that some humans knew more about demons than demons thought they knew about themselves. Meioshi being a very talented, beautiful, fragile doctor sort of opened his eyes to tangible evidence dealing with humans and demons like himself. For the first time in history, he learned to develop a sexual interest and to see women as more than just some creature that needed saving more than anyone or anything else. Of course, he did find some women truly annoying when they chose to argue with him, but that made a woman far more fascinating. They were the bravest of the lot because they dared question his strength and wit.
He didn't know when Meioshi took off her robe, but it must have been while he was thinking to himself. She pressed her warm body against his so he could feel her supple breasts against his chest. When he hesitantly reached his hands up to caress her back, he realized she hadn't completely taken off the robe but began to. She parted from the kiss, sighing softly and blushing fairly minutely. He noticed her smile and that she was planting smaller kisses on his neck. She dragged her butterfly kisses all the way down until she was promply sitting on her knees, fondling a highly sensitive organ that hadn't been touched by anyone other than himself when he had to urinate.
She opened her mouth and began to pleasure him slowly. He hissed and growled from the feeling, loving every bit of it. If this is what humans did to create babies, he was missing out on a lot. It then became very clear on why Miroku liked touching other's women's personal areas. Feeling Meioshi touch her throat with his length, he let out a deep, guttural moan and pet her hair. He tossed his head back a couple of times, letting out more growling and a hiss or two in between to hold off any extra moaning that might make him sound effeminate. He knew Meioshi had touched other men before, but he wasn't sure of how much she was taught. She lightly moaned when she groped his butt and sent vibrations up his shaft that awakened a burst of electricity.
"Doctor..." he moaned, licking his lips when Meioshi stopped her ministrations and stood back up to her feet to speak to him.
"You rang?" she teased, smiling a bit.
"Turn around," he demanded, twirling Meioshi's body around so he could feel her butt on his length.
She had a fairly decent, round shape to her butt. Most dog demons excelled at a fitting bottom, but she once again proved that human women could have some nicely shaped buns. Meioshi took Sesshomaru's hand and brought him over to a nearby bedding area next to several piles of hay. She then kneeled on the bed and spread herself wide enough for him to see her vagina. Sesshomaru licked his lips, wondering how she knew which position to assume for him, and experimentally began groping her ass. It was so soft! He noticed she turned to watch him but smiled and blushed a bit at how he was staring at her and discovering new feelings. He gave himself a torturous stroke then filled himself in her. He growled from the warmth enclosing around his member then rocked very slowly into her until he was fully sheathed. She moaned a little, moving her hair so that it wouldn't blanket her gorgeous face. Sesshomaru finally decided to admit to himself that Meioshi was a gorgeous, enchanting woman.
The way she felt, the person she was, the presence she had in his life was all something new yet pleasant for him. When he wouldn't move, Meioshi took it upon herself to ride him for a moment until he was comfortable with moving on his own. His actions were rather strange to her, and it was only a matter of time before one of several conclusions she deducted was a truth. Either he was a virgin male warrior, which was rare but not unheard of, betrothed to someone else and was thinking about stopping, didn't want to disappoint his mother or their clan, or would rather the woman lead. She let out a soft moan as she paid attention to his actions. His lips curled, sunk in, and spread apart as he growled and hissed from what she was doing. Clearly, he was enjoying what was happening.
"Does that feel okay?" she asked, moaning when he grabbed her hips and began thrusting a bit faster and harder but not by much. She breathily laughed then said through small sighs and moans, "Ever the controlling one, eh?"
At that, Sesshomaru kissed Meioshi's back and stopped thrusting. In his own suddle way, Sesshomaru was saying he wasn't really in control of the situation. If he had been, he would probably lecture her on her inability to catch that detail. She was surprisingly patient with him, considering the fact that he didn't know what the hell he was doing or how the hell she knew what she was doing to him. She crawled up a little, unsheathing him minutely, and inched her way further and further away from him.
"What are you doing?" Sesshomaru demanded, gripping her hips tightly. He hadn't realized just how cold it was without the sensual heat Meioshi uncannily produced.
"Tell me something, warlord," Meioshi started, removing his hands from her hips and turning to face him. "Am I your first?"
That was when our relationship changed. This human woman, Jigoku Meioshi, led me into this strong temptation. I had never been persuaded to do anything so banal, frivolous even, but, without any hint of a refusal or a threatening glare covered in blood that I had to spill, she seduced me into doing something I had never considered doing with anyone. I had been asked by other women to be their husbands from an act of charity before, but she never asked that from me. She never asks me for anything. She would rather rot in hell than ask me for my help, and it is this refusal that causes me grief now. That one night where she threw away her duties, her beliefs, her defenses was the best night we ever shared alone together. This stupid wench! Why wouldn't she tell me she was in danger? Why wouldn't she call out to me to save her like the other women who would do the same? Why was she such an arrogant bitch? Meioshi...why didn't you let me help you? Didn't you realize...that when we were alone on that night...I promised to protect you and to be with you always...? Didn't you see it?