Golden.
Chapter Five: Flame.
By acediadono
"Then we must go." I insist. Struggling to get to my feet.
"You need to rest," He stated, his voice cold, "The West isn't going anywhere." The last part almost came out defeated.
My eyes met his. I felt an overwhelming sadness settle between us, but his face didn't reflect it. I could feel it in his aura, and it weighed on me, what horrors did he sensed and smelt? Something I couldn't grasp, but I do know, my own senses could not pick up many if any signs of life around us. I was putting this down to me being exhausted, spent, but I feared for the worse.
"Are you sure? I can keep going." I stated, attempting to hold myself straight without much success, I felt dizzy, and I could feel my body protesting and swaying like a drunk. I was kidding myself; I was exhausted.
"You need rest Miko. We will make camp here tonight. We move first light to scout the Western Palace." He stated, there was no room to question him, and I know if I did, he wouldn't budge. Stubborn demon. Perching himself against a nearby tree, his arm resting on his knee, he gently rested his head against the ancient bark and closed his eyes. I was silently thanking our lucky stars that the barrier was on the way to the west, but the crystal we destroyed was located on the edge of a small clearing. Small mercies.
I didn't say anything, I just lazily walked around to collect some dry wood to make a small fire, I slapped my flint and steel together– probably the only thing I always have on me no matter what - a small fire burst to life in front of me.
I sat down in front of it, my eyes and body, betraying my previous statement of being able to keep going I was overcome with exhaustion. I lay down on the dirt covered ground in front of the fire and drift off to sleep, under its warm embers.
I am home, my mother is laying against the bone eaters well lip crying, she is inconsolable no matter how much I cry out to her, it doesn't get to her. Frustration filled me; I don't know why she is so sad. I just want to take away her pain. I just want to be there for her.
"Mother! Are you alright? What happened?" I scream, it's like my voice is calling out from underwater, indistinguishable, and muffled.
"Mother please! Let me help" I cry out again, the world around me starts to fade into black and I can't stop it. It envelopes me. I am gasping for air. Fear washes over me.
I gasp for air and shoot into an upright position. This was a bad omen, a very bad omen. Worry filled me. My hand fell on the dying embers of my once fire, Kami the pain ripped right through me. I winced and pulled back.
"For fucking Kami sake," I curse, wiping the soot and embers from my palm. My eyes adjusted to being awake, it was dark all around me, just the moon light illumining the tree line lightly, I scanned around me, I couldn't see Sesshomaru's white hoari and hakamas in the moon's reflection. Shit.
I close my eyes and let my aura scan the surroundings, gently probing under the trees and along the riverbank. He wasn't there, but something else was, it felt familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. Double shit.
I reached over to where I had placed my bow and quiver, only realising it was back in the tent.
With the soldiers.
Sesshomaru had picked me up and carted me off so quickly I didn't have time to pack.
Great.
I was pretty much defenceless out here and I wasn't exactly sure I was recovered from bringing down that barrier.
I got to my feet and let my aura stretch, encircle the demon ahead, coaxing it to leave without causing me any issues. I didn't want to fight. I was hoping the pure aura would scare it off. I walked towards it, attempting to push it back, hitting out with warning. Not enough to damage it, but enough to say that there would be serious issues if it came my way. I could feel it change directions. Towards me.
Kami sake.
Preparing for a fight, I cloaked my hands in purifying light. I had to give it my all, I wasn't about to go down without a little kicking and screaming, that much I was sure of.
The tree line rustled and silver illuminated with the moon light. I was met with a low warning growl to stand down. I did.
Sesshomaru's massive muzzle poked through the tree line, miasma dripped from his lips, singeing the earth.
He had transformed. Relief and terror washed over me. I had not seen Sesshomaru transform since his fathers Tomb, when Inuyasha has stolen his arm over the Tetsusaiga. I knew he was big in his transformed state; I just didn't remember him being this big. The ancient trees of the feudal era stood tall and proud around him but were still no match for his size, barely containing him.
"Sesshomaru, are you alright?" I asked, walking towards him, very aware of the terror boiling inside of me. From what I knew with Inuyasha, transforming into this state, means he was met with something life threatening or uncontrollable rage. Both of which I didn't have the strength to fight off right now. He let out and indignant whine, followed by a release of breath in what seemed like frustration, blowing my hair around me, his breath smelt like poison and dog.
I'm guessing some things translated in the demon world.
I watched as his giant figure as it moved to the ground, his deadly paws stretched out in front of him, kind of reminded me of a puppy being submissive with its owner. Something which I would never say aloud, it would be far to offensive for the great demon lords' ears. I edged forward, my hands stretched out to touch his fur, I was afraid that he would bite me, he was big enough to eat me with one swift bite, but I couldn't resist. Much like the first time I had met Inuyasha, I couldn't resist to touch those cute little doggy ears atop his silver mane.
My fingers span out into his surprisingly silky fur, I ran my fingers along the expanse of his cheek, I watched as his eyes closed lazily allowing me to continue. I'm not exactly sure what came over me in that moment, it was like when you sit at a café and a dog walks past, you have to pat it. I brought a second hand into the equation, allowing my nails to scratch into his cheek and move lower to under alongside his jaw. God, I hoped no one was watching, not just for Sesshomaru's sake, but a miko of my stature, my calibre scratching a great demon lords chin like a hopelessly lonely woman on the side of the street. My previous worry about my mother washed away, pushed to the back of my mind, there was nothing I could do about this dream till morning, till Sesshomaru had returned to his humanoid form.
"What are we going to do M'lord?" I whispered, caressing the velvet soft fur around his ears, moving to gently rest my chin against his warmth. I was a little beside myself that he was letting me do this. There was no protest. No snapping or barking. No changing back into his humanoid form and scolding me. It almost seemed like he was enjoying my attentions.
Sesshomaru was acting weird. Ever since we destroyed the barrier, his behaviour had been out of character. But then it had been a little off for the last few weeks, going over our interactions in the hot springs.
"What are we going to do?" I whispered to myself, falling to my knees. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. The worry about the West and its downfall, but the overwhelming fear that home was in trouble. I pushed my hands further into his fur, resting against him. I couldn't help but let sleep take me, I was exhausted and being surrounded by Sesshomaru's warmth, I was consumed and let the past few weeks of exhaustion take over. Sending me off into a dreamless sleep.
I woke feeling the morning sun on my cheek, it was warm and there was a weight across my chest. I gently opened my eyes, Mokomoko sama was draped over me and there was an ivory arm decorated with magenta strips resting under my bust. Sweet Kami. The last thing I remember was falling asleep on a transformed Sesshomaru. Beside me I could hear the gentle exhale and inhale of breath, causing little gusts of air to blow against my ear lobe. I did my best to wiggle around with the weight of Mokomoko sama and Sesshomaru's arm draped over me to observe. Purley for science, this was probably the one and only change I would ever have to do this in the history of anything. Call me childish.
His almond lips, the ones which I wished he would press against mine on so many occasions were slightly parted, his eyes gently closed, and loose strands of his silver mane fell over his almost angelic face. Oh Kami. He looked so venerable. So innocent. You could almost forget looking at him like this that he was a great and terrible demon lord who could kill you with the flick of his wrist. I was taken aback that he would stoop so low as to sleep next to such a lowly human, a human miko at that. Another strange behaviour to add to the list which were so un-Sesshomaru like.
My fingers reached out in a moment of bravery, they caught warm flesh, almost too warm, and I wondered, was he always this hot. My fingers gently followed the lines of the magenta strips on his cheeks, his heritage marks. I wonder why he did not wake at my touch, but I was also glad, it gave me a chance to do this, to touch him, something I had never been really permitted to do. As if my fingers moved of their own volition, they traced the bottom of his almond coloured lips, they were soft like the petals of a sakura blossom, I didn't expect that.
I could feel my heart race, this was dangerous, but I couldn't control the fire burning in my neither region or the warmth I felt in my belly at the softness of his skin. I moved a little closer, my nose almost touching his, I could feel the steady exhale of his breath on my lips.
"Oh, dear Kagome, you were playing a dangerous game here." I thought to myself, I moved my hands to gently touch as his jaw line, it was smooth, no trace of stubble or beard, then I thought so demons even grow beards? I guess that was a question for later. My fingers gently moved to the length of his neck, you could feel every muscle, that joined down to his trapezius muscle were skilled and honed from hundreds of years of hard work and training. He was magnificent. My fingers moved lower to under the hem of his hoari, my eyes followed my hand, watching any movement, watching how little nerves jumped under my touch.
My eyes flicked back to his face, only to be met with a pair of molten, golden orbs, they were filled with fire, and for a second there I think I saw lust. Oh, Kami I was in trouble. I attempted to push away, ever so gently to put distance between us, Sesshomaru never said a word, he didn't move, however Mokomoko sama held me in place.
Without warning, his lips were on mine, a skilful movement, like a dance, our tongues met in a battle for dominance. I fell into this, I wanted this. I think I wanted this more then I wanted anything in my entire life. My hands moved to his cheek, I know he liked this from all previous interactions doing it, caressing his magenta marks pulling him closer to me. There was something dangerously innocent about this interaction, compared to our last ones, but I was not going to read too much into it. He was almost gentle in his ministrations, his clawed palm gripped my waist, holding me tight next to him. We parted, only for me to be pushed on my back, Mokomoko sama cushioned my head. I peered up at the perfection, which was Sesshomaru, my stomach ached with desire. I wasn't exactly sure this was the time or place for this, but I think deep down, something told me we both needed this. My hand went to the ties of his silver armour, untying them as quickly as I could, he sat back on his knees to cast it aside. My hands made quick work of his hoari, pushing the first layer aside, and working at the second one till I was greeted with his bare chest. I wasn't unfamiliar with the landscape, but god I missed it. It was as if he had been carefully sculped by the Kami's themselves, but I knew he gained this physique through year of hard work, dedication and war. I stole a moment to drink him in, the tiny freckles near his nipples, what looked like a scar under his rib cage, another on his hip the magenta strips which led to his most private places, his chest lightly decorated with silver hairs, the was the embodiment of man. My fingers reached out for the tie on his hakamas, before I could make quick work of it, he reached out and grabbed my hands. One hand holding them above my head in a show of dominance. His lips were on my neck, a lick here, a nip there. I craned my neck, showing that I trusted him to take me as he pleased. His free hand quickly untied my hoari, pushing it aside, exposing my bra clad breasts. He looked up at me in question, he had seen it before, from our encounter in the hot springs but not up close. He traced kisses down my neck to my chest, tracing lazy lines with his tongue over the tops of my breasts. I don't think he could quite work out the contraption which contained them.
"Let me up, I will help," I breathed. He did not comply. Holding me in place. A small part of me was embarrassed, I knew I stunk to high heaven, it had been over a day since my last bath and I never got to wash my clothes. I could only imagine what kind of foul things he could smell on me. A small part of me cared, the rest of me wanted this too much to care.
He let my arms go, clearly, he needed both hands for what he was aiming to do, the both skilfully landed on my hips, pushing at my hakamas, before I knew it, I was down to my panties. Demon speed had its perks. His kisses and nips trailed lower until he reached between my legs. A blush bloomed over my cheeks; did I smell? God, I had not maintained down there for years. Years, I tell you! What would he think? Would he be repulsed?
"Uh... Sesshomaru, you don't have to," I stated, pushing myself away on my elbows, I was filled with embarrassment, I know if this was guys in my time, they would moan and groan about smell, or that I hadn't maintain my woman hood. But I had to pull myself up; this wasn't a man from my time, this was a demon, a demon lord, from feudal Japan
His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me closer to him. He looked a little baffled at my lacy white underwear.
"Enough." Was all he stated, there was no malice in his tone, only a simple order, as he slipped his claws under the hem of my panties and started to pull them down my legs. Legs which I had not shaved in months.
I questioned myself where all this insecurity was coming from, I had never been insecure in my appearance, something about being with him, at the mercy of such dangerous strength and perfection made me question everything. I felt like a teenage girl at the mercy of Inuyasha's and Kikyo's love all over again, never good enough, never pretty enough, never talented enough, I could never measure up.
"Stop thinking. You are too loud." He ordered, continuing his attentions, his clawed callus hands smoothed up my thighs, I felt myself tense under his hold. His hand moved to cup my mound, a clawed finger gently probing my opening. Kami, I was wet for him. I let a moan escape my lips, like a wanton whore. His whore.
I watched, like a voyeur, as his finger moved skilfully inside of me, his thumb circling my over sensitive bundle of nerves, 1, 2, 3, I counted the motions in my mind. His free hand holding his body above me, his lips nipping at the fabric of my bra, caging my aching breasts. I slipped my hands behind my back in a rather skilled, swift movement, unclasping the offending garment and pushing it aside. His lips captured my nipple, biting down lightly and tugging like a pup at the teat. Oh, sweet Kami. My hands moved across the expanse of his chest, tracing the magenta lines of his heritage. Earning a controlled groan which escaped from his lips. My hands moved lower and lower, reaching the hem of his hakamas – attempt two. I moved to untie them, being mindful not to get in his way, trying to think clearly as he drove me insane with his slow pace. I dipped my hand inside of his hakamas, past his fundoshi, to clasp his hardened member. I was a little amazed that I turned this demon on so much, me a lowly miko. I gripped him, my hand snaking up and down his length in a fluid motion, moving my pace to match his. Slow, to the beat of three. He added another finger, increasing his pace, I matched his, I didn't think it possible, but his length thickened, hardened, as if it wasn't big enough. I was no virgin, but his size wasn't anything I had encountered in my super limited sexual encounter experience.
A moan escaped my lips, I could feel the coil tighten in my belly, begging for a release. I could feel beads of sweat pool on my forehead in the mornings sun. I watched Sesshomaru's face, he was panting, like he was almost close to his own release. His attention quickened and I could feel myself tighten around his fingers, I raised my hips ever so slightly, to get a better angle, my grip tightening on his length and I stroked him to release.
"Oh kami please faster," I groaned, biting down on my lip, I strategically removed his length from his hakamas, I wanted to see him finish, I watched a my hand glide over his length. A length I was surprised to see was blessed with magenta strips at the base, it glistened with precum, I watched as his testacies tightened and I knew he was near. He added a third finger, pushing me over the edge, stretching me, impaling me on his hand, skillfully.
"Oh Kami!" I cried out as I felt myself spill over the edge, I spasmed around his fingers, welcoming my release. I continued stroking him through it, never letting up, you scratch my back, I scratch your goes the age-old adage. I watched him closed his eyes, his features tightened, as he was met with his release, a small groan left his lips as his head hung limp, he still held himself over me, his essence spilled over my muscled stomach. I kept milking him till I was satisfied that he was spent. His fingers beckoning me forward still inside me, gently stroking my G spot to elicit further bodily spasms.
He withdrew his fingers, I suddenly felt empty, I was satisfied, but empty. He raised his fingers to his mouth, and I watched as he licked my organism off them, tasting every drop with that devilish tongue. A small part of me was regretting him not going down on me. Kami that was probably the sexiest thing.
He tucked his length back into the hem line of his pants, I sat up using the inside of my hoari to wipe my stomach clean, it was filthy anyway, what would be the harm of adding more. Pulling my underwear on I got dressed.
"Umm M'lord," I paused, re-clasping my bra. "Where to from here?" I wasn't going to ask sappy bullshit, I know this was to blow off steam, nothing else. There was no way he wanted more than a quick mess around in the clearing so he could keep his head straight for what was to come.
"This Sesshomaru scouted the Western lands last night. In our absences the West has fallen. This one saw the atrocities committed; the Dragon responsible for this will suffer." He stated, his voice cold, fixing his armour in place.
"Hn," I responded. "Before we go, I need to travel back to the Well. I had a nightmare before we met last night, it's a bad omen. I believe my mother is in trouble." I stated, watching his face for any sign of emotion. Kami I hoped he let this take priority. It was only a small diversion in the plan. I just needed to make sure she was alright. "I promise, I just need to go back, check on her and I will come straight back." I added, leaving out the fact that I was from the future, he never really knew where I had come from, he just knew I was from the Well. Where that Well went, well I didn't freely give that information.
"Hn," he stated, walking towards me, "This Sesshomaru shall take you to your Well." He snatched me up bridal style and took to the skies in the direction of the village hidden in Inuyasha's forest.
I had so many thoughts going through my head, so many questions. What did I just do with Sesshomaru? What does it mean for us? What about vengeance? Why was he not gunning for it? Why did I dream of my mother?
Fear and confusion filled me. I hoped, selfishly, my mother was alright.
A/N: Over 3.5k words on this baby. I hoped you loved it. I promised a little lemon, I hoped you all liked it. I haven't written a smut scene in years, so I hope I delivered!
My aim was to make this normal, like an experience that you or I could have with an super sexy demon lord in place, let's face it, sexy stuff is awkward, it can be embarrassing, you can feel all kids of insecure, and I wanted to show some of that! I also wanted to give Kagome a little power, and a little voice. She is 28, I am trying to make her a little sassy, but still try and keep true to her character.
Thank you so much everyone for your support! If you love it, please don't forget to review, tell me how I am doing! 3
Love always – Ace.