Universe: Inuyasha
Pairing: SessKag
Genre: Romance, Smut
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters do not belong to me (sadly).
Author Notes: Hallo~! Continuation for Beauty-School Dropout series. Sesshoumaru was not very adept at french-braiding; perhaps he'll fare better at tying kimonos...if he can keep his hormones in check.
also, ummm...NSFW? :'D i hope you like lemon, if not then consider the previous chapter as the last one. i always get nervous when i post smut abdjskd
Kimono School Dropout
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Sesshoumaru didn't know what he had been expecting when the miko had first proposed obi-tying lessons, but he realized now it was only logical that untying obis would be part of it.
This didn't particularly present an obstacle in the practical sense of the word. Sesshoumaru was quite adept at untying tangles - unless they were ones created by his own person in a pretty miko's hair, but he digressed. Allow him to clarify: this Sesshoumaru was (usually) excellent at anything he applied himself to, and he had tied (and untied) his own obi knots sufficient times during his 500-year-old existence to be more than a little familiar with the practice.
Undoing the obi for someone else - a female someone, to be exact - was quite a different story, though. The issue therein did not lay on the knot itself, but rather, what lay beneath it. Before him, the miko blinked up at the warring demon lord, then down to the obi knot keeping the thin silk kimono wrapped around her slim, feminine frame. She looked back up and raised her eyebrows, encouragingly.
"Undress me", the silent command of her eyes projected.
Sesshoumaru's throat became dry.
Yes, definitely much more different than undoing his own obi.
Sesshoumaru was not sure when this shift had begun. There once was a time when he thought nothing of the keeper of the Jewel of Souls, except that she was his half-brother's odd wench. Tolerance had settled after he realised how much his little ward Rin adored the strange-mannered miko, and then tolerance grew to respect as they battled side by side against Naraku. Once strangers, later enemies, then antagonists with a similar goal, he could freely admit that their relationship now was closer to that of allies, comrades even. Sesshoumaru was big enough to acknowledge the miko's strength, regardless of her apparent humanity, and welcomed her as a useful part of his alarmingly growing pack.
It was only recently that intrusive thoughts drew his attention constantly to her.
A laugh from the fair maiden had him obsessively committing the sound to memory, to be replayed during the times she was away in a village practising her purifying duties and he needed something to drown out the sounds of his idiot half-brother arguing with the kitsune boy over ramen noodles.
A smile would be traced, diligently, with his mind's eye, the image overlapping his eyelids at night when Sesshoumaru would fantasise different scenarios that would illicit that jovial quirk of her lips, and how he could become the author of it.
His mind had been possessed with those and a hundred more confusing thoughts, and suddenly the title of allies, which had priory left him quite content, was now insufficient. He wanted...more.
Kagome was looking up at him with that innocent doe-eyed look that bordered on disingenuous, but dammit if she didn't look positively alluring, and he allowed himself the pleasure of drinking in her beauty, as pleasures were few and far between for the retired demon lord.
It was fortunate that the others had decided to go visit the nearby village - a full day and a half's walk away - to replenish their supplies. Kagome had offered to stay back to study for something called "quizzes", and Sesshoumaru had agreed to keep guard over her and their belongings. One to usually put up a fight at leaving the two of them alone, his boorish half-brother Inuyasha had magnanimously complied with the taiyija when she had asked for his help carrying their shopping back. Though now that Sesshoumaru thought about it, perhaps the demon huntress's insistence had been at Kagome's instruction - he had seen them colluding earlier the day before while "sneaking" glances at him. He thought he'd heard his name mentioned, but little else could be made out from their private conversation.
Could the miko have orchestrated their privacy at camp for an entire day? To what end?
The possibilities had something sinfully warm pooling in his abdomen, and Sesshoumaru swallowed thickly as he looked down at the woman with a shrewd narrowing of his eyes.
She was standing before him, all 5 feet and 2 inches, offering her torso to him like some perverse gift waiting to be unwrapped and her treasures discovered. His demon hearing caught the smooth rustle of fabric against bare skin as Kagome fidgeted, and with a rush to his lower regions he concluded that it was quite possible the miko was wearing nothing underneath.
Sesshomaru's clawed fingers hovered, tentatively, over the clever knot at the back of her waist, his arms awkwardly around her as she stubbornly insisted on facing him, unsure of how to best proceed.
Privately, Kagome smiled at the marvel that 'panic', as an emotion, was universal and transcended even across species, as she gleefully witnessed Sesshoumaru clearly struggling with the concept of undressing her. It was almost endearing.
After what had, quite rationally, become a horrible memory in the young woman's life when her attempts at teaching Sesshoumaru how to french-braid had led to an impromptu haircut, Kagome had thought their relationship - if their reluctant companionship up to that point could even be called that - had been doomed to failure.
Instead, quite the opposite happened.
It was miraculous, but Sesshoumaru had become...kinder, somehow. His tone was less sharp when speaking to her, gentle even, and his gaze was careful instead of hateful. Now they could enjoy a quiet meal together without anxiety crawling up and down Kagome's spine at the sepulchral silences. It wasn't that Sesshoumaru didn't want to speak to her; he was just a naturally quiet person. Rather than rude, she now found those shared silences between them meditative, relaxing even. It was a well of calm after the constant screaming matches she would have throughout the day with Inuyasha and Shippo (and sometimes, even Miroku). One could call those moments they shared almost...friendly. It was strange.
Stranger still was that...it seemed like Sesshoumaru enjoyed those moments just as much as she did, and actively sought them out. He would continuously follow her around the camp like a loyal stray, wary of her attentions and yet adorably unaware of his growing attachment to her, and more often than not Kagome would find his alien yellow eyes staring intensely at her face.
She found she rather liked that. A lot.
Kagome wanted those eyes staring at other parts of her body too.
One couldn't blame her, really. It had been a while since the young miko had had any form of sensual touch from the opposite sex, and being surrounded by comrades with super-human hearing didn't really offer Kagome many opportunities to, ah, relieve herself.
She was alone and horny and at her limit, and he was so very pretty and at the very least intrigued by her.
What harm was there in trying? The worst that could possibly happen was that Sesshoumaru would reject her advances, which would send her spiralling into a chasm of despair so deep her past happiness would only ever exist as a purely theoretical concept, and she would die of shame so efficiently that not even Tenseiga could bring her back (and that was only if Sesshoumaru would even entertain the idea of reviving a creature as pathetically desperate as she).
Yep, no harm in trying!, the time-traveller thought shrilly.
On the other hand...
She really wanted to touch his hair, and everything else attached to it, and if she could defeat the most evil demon in history, then she could face one measly hot demon man-boy. It was a huge risk, but Kagome was nothing if not the world's most remarkably optimistic gambler with a unique inability to recognise disaster, as her foresight was clouded by silver linings.
It was then that a plan bloomed in the clever miko's mind.
If tying hair had been a disaster for the young demon lord, she wondered how well he would fare with tying obis. It seemed he wasn't particularly adept at domestic tasks requiring his hands as well as he was at using those hands for more, erm, lethal activities. And so, Kagome - very innocently - had proposed the lessons to the lord, under the guise of helping Rin yet again.
Sesshoumaru, surprisingly, agreed.
She had expected some resistance from the demon lord; what she had not accounted for was timidness!
"Here." she said, adopting her gentlest teacher voice as she captured his flinching hands on her own thinner ones and brought them to the front of her abdomen, to rest limply over the sash. "You start by undoing this knot, my lord."
Sesshoumaru scowled at her, though the potency of it was diminished by the tell-tale blush at the tips of his ears.
"This Sesshoumaru knows, miko. But I merely wondered if this part is truly necessary. After all, I will not be undressing Rin, merely helping her get dressed."
"Well, there may be times when she is too tired to undo it herself, milord." Kagome reasoned sweetly, tracing a maddening thumb across his knuckles and scattering his thoughts with ease. "The knot may be too complicated for a sleepy young girl to tackle. She'll need a strong, capable demon lord to help her. And it's sensei, not miko." she reminded him with a heart-stopping smile, all pink lips and pearly straight teeth.
Sesshoumaru glared down at his fingers, urging them into motion, but he was still so thrown by the situation that the brain signals never made it to his muscles. It didn't help that he was incredibly distracted by her smell. Her aroma was...ripe. Inviting. But why? Was it his equally excited nearness that had her producing such an intoxicating smell? Bitches often responded, without their will, to his Alpha pheromones, and went into premature heat at his presence. Were female humans affected similarly? But what if he was misinterpreting Kagome's signals? What if-
Sesshoumaru caught the muffled cough of a giggle, and looked up with a baffled scowl at the laughing woman.
"Do you mock me?" Sesshoumaru snapped with a hiss, bristling defensively. He usually enjoyed the sound of the miko's laugh - it was clear, musical and pleasant on his sensitive ears. But to see it weaponized against him did something terrible to his pride.
"Forgive, me! I do not laugh AT you, milord. I am merely surprised that the great taiyoukai is so shy!"
Sesshoumaru blinked owlishly at the adjective.
Shy? Sesshoumaru had been called many things in his life before. Certainly worst ones, things he would never dare say in public company, let alone one of the female persuasion. Yet shy had never crossed anybody's imagination.
"You hide it quite well with your whole "Sesshoumaru-ness" - aloof, silent, mysterious, always keeping to yourself. But I wonder if that cool-guy persona is actually just timidness." she laughed again, as if surprised by her own discovery.
"And how exactly am I being shy, right now, sensei? By refusing to callously undress you?"
"Shy and chivalrous. It keeps getting better."
Sesshoumaru growled.
Kagome squeaked as Sesshoumaru yanked her by the obi and she crashed against him, arms splayed across his chest to keep her balance and put distance between them.
"Silence! I will not hear such insolence!" He yanked again, crushing them closer still, rattling her body like a ragdoll and Kagome gasped as his pupils tinted reddish pink, his facial stripes jagged. Oops, she thought distantly, her own eyes glassing over with fear (and excitement?) as she belatedly realised there were consequences to teasing haughty demon lords.
She was counting on it though.
Kagome had been so distracted by the growing tips of his fangs she didn't at first process the rough hands working the obi until the demon lord gave a triumphant tug that had the half-undone sash sliding down her waist and yanked the top of her kimono open, revealing her to the world.
The air between them ceased to exist as Sesshoumaru promptly forgot how to breathe.
Sesshoumaru had been incorrect in his initial assessment. (Being incorrect; that was never something that happened frequently until he met the little miko, and yet now it kept happening with alarming regularity.) Kagome was not (fortunately or unfortunately, he wasn't sure yet) naked underneath the kimono as he had surmised earlier.
But with what little she wore, she might as well have been.
Yellow eyes hungrily devoured the frilly, delicate lace covering the soft swell of her breasts, cupping them tenderly in virginal white. It was another one of those weird garments from wherever it was she came from, and Sesshoumaru stared, transfixed, a burning yearning coming over him. He had never seen anything quite like it. It was like armour dipped in sex.
Her breasts looked so soft.
Before he knew it, one curious hand stretched forward. Sesshoumaru hooked a long finger under the thin strap that kept the minuscule cloth suspended upon her chest, and almost as if he were watching it from outside his body, the finger dragged the flimsy strap down the curve of her thin shoulder and to the crook of her elbow. The fabric nearest the strap stretched, pulling down with it, revealing the edge of a pink areola to the world.
Desperately, the taiyoukai tried to hush the voracious greediness that nearly overwhelmed him, as Kagome trembled against him.
"What is this?" Sesshoumaru asked as he tugged on the strap carefully, and even to his own ears the sound of his voice was rough, hoarse. He grasped at coherency.
Kagome was breathing shallow, the action making her lovely chest, adorned in the risque fabric, rise and fall with maddening sensuality. "Lingerie, milord." At his blank stare, Kagome smiled indulgently, the pretty dusting of blush on her cheeks deepening. "It is undergarments, milord, but for...special occasions."
Sesshoumaru liked the sound of that way more than what was probably morally correct.
"And pray tell, Kagome, what is the special occasion today?"
Kagome breathed through the pause, demanding his attention, testing his patience, and a small smile bloomed across her full lips as she stepped in closer still, their bodies touching at every possible point.
"You." she whispered honestly, and he was so hard it was painful.
Sesshoumaru struggled for control. He wondered if his eyes were a deep red at that moment, as blood pumped loudly through his eardrums and his vision blurred at the edges. Adrenaline, he surmised. He couldn't be sure, thoughts were hard to formulate except for primal things like how it would feel to drag his tongue across her skin. Not touching her was taking every ounce of self-control the demon possessed.
Kagome, the little minx, tilted her head to the side, offering herself plaintively. "I thought it might please you to see something attractive as you mastered the art of the obi."
And if Sesshoumaru could have laughed he would have, realising now that he had been caught in her trap from the very start. But she had underestimated him; he was not the most feared demon in the land for nothing. "You thought wrong, miko. They drive me to madness. I wish to see them gone."
He reached for her, meaning to grab her hand but it was her wrists he got instead, and she gasped at the contact of skin on skin, his hands feverishly hot and he didn't think he'd ever felt so completely sure in his life. No nerves, no questions.
Sesshoumaru tugged her to him again, feeling himself unravel around her and for the first time in his life, looking down at the delectable terribly mortal woman in his arms, he could empathise with his father.
As sure as he felt about wanting to lay claim on the young miko, a sudden doubt appeared. This Sesshoumaru was (usually) excellent at anything he applied himself to, master of all he set his mind to, but for the first time in his life, he hesitated.
He knew the basic mechanics of sex, what to do and what went where, and his partners never were dissatisfied with his performance; but it never fulfilled him in the way it was often described to. Sex was recreational, something done to pass the time between his incredibly long existence, but not an activity that he found particularly enjoyable. This time though, looking into those dancing blue eyes as he moved his mouth to hers, his heart hammering painfully against the prison of his ribcage, he was certain that this was how it was meant to feel.
As their lips finally met, Kagome tilted her head once more to seal their lips in a kiss that felt perfect, and her mouth was so sweet and warm and fit so well against his that when he parted to give her a chance to catch her breath - because she was so human, so fragile, even a kiss made her light-headed, but he needed to taste her again - he immediately drew back to kiss her, air be damned.
Sesshoumaru felt her smile as he possessed her mouth with desperation, aware of her fluttering eyelashes against the stripes of his cheek, and he opened his own eyes only to be caught in the intense blue of hers, and she was so close he could devour her.
No. Devouring her wasn't enough. He wanted more.
Kagome tugged at her wrists. Sesshoumaru realised he still had them trapped in his iron grip and regretfully let go of them. It proved to be the right choice as Kagome slowly, gingerly, pressed her hands against his chest and glided them up to rest on his broad shoulders, pressing her chest - and that ridiculous piece of lacy underwear - more securely against him.
Sesshoumaru lifted his arms as well, one clawed hand circling her waist while the other climbed up her arm to rest at the crook of her neck, rubbing her pulse with his thumb and being fed by her quiet hum, because by moving first she had given him permission to touch. Sharp talons played with the lightness of the kimono bunched up on her waist, and then his palm, large and demanding, laid flat on the small of her back, holding her there, keeping her in the present time and place because this wonderful terrifying woman could disappear in an instant.
Sesshoumaru had heard of the Bone Eater's Well from the monk. Heard how it was a magical portal that could spirit the miko away from them and into another time period all together, where even Sesshoumaru's youkai magic could not reach, and the thought of it left him cold.
If Kagome wanted to, she could disappear, and he would be powerless to chase her.
His fingers dug possessively into the fabric, claws dangerously greedy. Kagome whimpered at his strength, his grip painful, and Sesshoumaru's mood immediately tempered, apologised with a lick to her lips, a tender kiss to her eyelids, before recapturing her delectable lips.
Yes, Kagome could disappear...but she had chosen to stay there. She had chosen him. Not Inuyasha or the wolf punk, but him. She could be anywhere and anybody's, and even if it was only for this moment, or the other innumerable moments they had shared throughout their journey, she had still chosen Sesshoumaru, and that she was being so generous with her time to please him - and it was a gift, the purest of gifts, because human lifespans were so short - was completely overwhelming to the demon lord.
"Sesshoumaru-"
Her tremulous voice broke through his reverie, and she sounded ready, her breath ragged-
"- you haven't finished undoing the obi."
Sesshouramu let out a fierce growl that had the hairs on Kagome's head standing on edge and then he was pulling away, down, and Kagome wondered if she had said the wrong thing when his hands slid around her thighs and she was being lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder most unceremoniously, carrying her across the camp. Kagome began to object at the manhandling when suddenly he was angling her body on his shoulder and his clever mouth found the tip of a covered breast, sucking the words and breath out of her. It was all she could do but grasp at his shoulders and back awkwardly, desperately, as he balanced her body in the air with inhuman strength and suckled hungrily at her clothed nipple, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling it between lips, teeth. She felt the electric tug all the way down to her groin, her toes curling in pleasure, and she cried out-
Just as quickly as it had tilted, her world was once more thrown on an axis as Sesshoumaru arrived at their destination and settled down on her sleeping bag by the shade, toppling her gracefully on his lap, her knees locked on either side of his waist suggestively, and suddenly the embarrassment of their positions crashed against Kagome.
She wriggled in her seat, but Sesshoumaru didn't give her time to hesitate, to question the warm delicious weight of her on his legs as he captured her lips with another grunt, the heat of his mouth like a furnace. Kagome held on to the fabric covering his chest for dear life, as Sesshoumaru ruthlessly invaded her mouth like a feudal general at war.
His hands were back at the obi and he fully undid it with an impatient tug, throwing the scrap of fabric as far from them as possible. He would not be re-tying it any time soon.
"Um!" Kagome tried again, pulling away from his face to gulp air, giving the feverish taiyoukai a chance to explore other areas of her skin with his lips, like her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, and his mouth was so hot and everywhere- "Sesshoumaru! Maybe we should slow down-"
Kagome felt clumsy. She'd had sex before but never like this, never this intense. It had always been the drunken gropes of college boys in her dorm room, sour with the smell of alcohol and cheap body spray. She had never gotten off with any of those guys, not really, and here with Sesshoumaru expertly dragging a rough cat-like tongue across her sternum, lapping at the clean salty sweat between her breasts, she was already on the edge. Everything about him spoke of the lethal creature lying dormant within him: the sharp talons at her thighs, stretching up, reaching into her darkness; the deadly point of a fang scraping against the delicate, breakable, bone of her clavicle; the pink tattoos of his arms and face, bleeding jagged into his skin; and most importantly the alien yellow eyes looking up at her, focused, predatory, the black velvet of his pupil a thin slit as he drew out moan after pleasured moan from her. Kagome felt a sudden surge of danger as she realised, quite ludicrously, that he was not exactly human, might look like one but very definitely wasn't and she was not entirely sure that sex with him would not break her.
"Sesshoumaru-" she warned again, when she was cut off by his lips.
"I do not understand you, miko." his voice curled around her ear, close and dangerous. "You have marked yourself as a prospect with clear interest... and yet you push me away with the same guilelessness with which you intended to arouse me."
His dark accusation was not lost on Kagome, and frantically she scurried to temper his fury.
"It is not that at all, milord!"
"Then what is it?" he hissed, grasping at coherency even as her smell heightened, her arousal wrapping around his neck like a noose with an anchor and pulling him down.
"It is one thing for me to seduce you, Sesshoumaru," she admitted, unexpectedly embarrassed but taking responsibility. "But it is another thing entirely for you to accept me. Are you sure I am sufficient?"
Her words shocked him so greatly that Sesshoumaru could not stifle the barked laugh that escaped, which made the young woman in his lap jump in surprise, simultaneously moving against his hips. Kagome blushed as she felt his throbbing manhood, his body already answering her question. Then slowly, languidly, Sesshoumaru rotated his hips, grinding his growing erection against her, as though seeking entrance into her body and eliminating any vague, lingering suspicions as to his true intentions.
Sesshoumaru smirked darkly at her scandalised look, and Kagome gulped at the sight. It was the very same look he adopted the moment before brandished his sword Tokijin, struck down an opponent and won the battle.
"Of all the moronic things I've heard in my life, this might be the very top one; and that's including everything my half-brother has ever said."
Kagome blushed a deep red, sure her blood vessels would burst at any moment. Even with his cock pressed against her, he was making fun of her. "That's not an answer." Kagome insisted softly, adamant about making the situation as clear as possible.
Sesshoumaru's smirk gentled to a rueful grin, and then - very much like an affectionate dog - he pressed his face against hers, rubbing his jagged stripes against her own unadorned cheeks. The skin in that area felt tight, his stripes particularly sensitive to the friction and Sesshoumaru shuddered as reality asserted itself around them.
He wanted her.
Sesshoumaru had never desired someone more than this.
"Kagome, you are more than sufficient." he rumbled as his nose nuzzled her throat, drank in deeply her aroma, committed the smell to memory even as he knew it would haunt him long after she was gone from his immortal existence, when he would come to regret this moment and many more. "Yet, forgive me, Kagome. I want more."
And then he was kissing her again, longer than the first time, and as it lengthened Kagome's confidence grew, improved, found that she didn't need to break as often for air and she could feel herself melting into it all. Into him. She opened her mouth, invited him in as her tongue found his, and he laid claim to every crevice. Kagome moaned into his ministrations, arms circling him and hands burying into the precious silk of his shortened tresses, pushing her own arousal against his raging one.
Desire.
It had started with that. A simple girlish wish to touch his hair had suddenly landed her, quite literally, on the lap of the object to her schoolgirl fixation.
Kagome pondered when a simple, innocent crush had superseded the lands of curiosity and had affixed themselves into the tenuous territory of affection. Who knew when crushes started and ended, when the real stuff kicked in, she thought as he took her lower lip between his teeth and pulled, the spike of pain a flash in the fog of pleasure.
Kagome could remember being a teenage girl, entranced by Sesshoumaru's beauty from the very first time they met. She could remember thinking him the most beautiful man she had ever seen, but both then and now his ethereal appearance had always seemed unreachable, unattainable. She had fantasised about Sesshoumaru and his stupid, silky hair because it had seemed safe and impossible and here they were now eating each other's faces, and it wasn't like Kagome was a slut that would give it up to any pretty face so this had to be something more, right?
What Sesshoumaru was making her feel now was something more than your passing infatuation or titillation. Purer than lust. Attraction, chemistry, love - whatever they called it. She had searched far and wide for it, had travelled through different time periods in pursue of it since she was fourteen and here it was now, all neatly wrapped up in this deep trust and passion they were sharing.
Kagome didn't even care if it was one-sided, she just wanted to see how far it would go. Pushing her maidenly qualms aside, she shed her inhibitions and fell deeper into him.
Kagome dug her blunt nails into his scalp and he moaned her name low - not miko, not sensei, but Kagome - surprising her, the words tingling on her lips, and she jerked her head back in shock but he was not having it, grabbing her forcibly by the neck and crushing their faces together once more and god he was a great kisser-
His urgent grab had her losing her balance, and she thought she might fall to the side when she suddenly felt herself falling forward instead - only to realise Sesshoumaru was leaning backwards onto the makeshift bed and dragging her with him to lay on top.
Her hair, a tad longer after a month's growth, fell on his face, the sensation wonderful to the touch-starved demon.
Sesshoumaru took the opportunity to breathe her in, pushing her hair back from her face, admiring the beautiful woman on top of him. His woman, his to worship and entice.
"Show me." he thundered darkly, hungrily, the tones vibrating through their flushed chests and Kagome bit her lip, hard, the tightness between her legs growing.
His hands were on her bottom, she could feel him bunching up the kimono behind her, his request crystal-clear as he tugged insistently at the fabric, and the thought that he would see her naked suddenly seemed like such a daunting prospect.
Her body was not upsetting by any stretch of the imagination, but certainly not ideal. The constant wear of the Sengoku Jidai had left behind a warrior's body, toned by diligent training and scarred by many battles. Hers was not the pristine delicate skin of princesses or court ladies, demonic or otherwise, that he might be accustomed to. Her purchase of the lacy lingerie had been on a whim, a cute curveball to their adventures that she had predicted would never be actually used and yet here they were and now the very idea of baring her body to him left her giddy and nervous.
Her hesitation did not go unnoticed by the taiyoukai. Taking a borrowed phrase he had heard her use multiple times with the group, he broke her reverie.
"Are you weighing the pros and cons?"
The phrase was so comically out of character for the stoic demon lord that Kagome could not help but laugh, and Sesshoumaru knew he'd said the right thing.
"The pros and cons of letting you fuck me...hmmm..." she mused as she laid her cheek on his clothed chest, pretending to think it over.
"I do not wish to fuck you, Kagome." Sesshoumaru interrupted, all traces of amusement gone. His eyes shone brightly, like bottled lightning, despite the harsh afternoon sun. "I wish to please you."
Although she wanted to laugh, the sound got stuck in her throat, the intensity of his eyes making her lightheaded and dazed as she realised he was being one hundred percent serious. Even in her more presumptuous fantasies, Kagome had never imagined that she would end up with an ancient feudal demon lord - least of all Inuyasha's brother. But it was bound to happen, really, almost expected at this point. She had had no luck with modern human men, had found them weak-willed and unreliable after her experiences in the Sengoku Jidai, and her dates had grown so sporadic to the point of non-existent that she was perfectly alright with this scenario.
Without breaking eye-contact, she pressed her hands to his chest, pushing herself upright to straddle his body like a throne, and his erection pulsed against her clothed bottom.
Sesshoumaru fell back into the stretched sleeping bag, hands on her thighs, holding her down, keeping her close, and his predatory eyes followed her every move, making her more excited. He was waiting for this class' show-and-tell.
And Kagome was nothing if a thorough teacher.
Kagome parted her kimono fully open and it was all that Sesshoumaru could do but swallow the low guttural groan at the sight.
The same lacy fabric that adorned her pillowy breasts clung to the bottom half of her hips, a matching set, the delicate feminine cloth draped around her wonderland like sensuous gift-wrap. He could detail a few mischievous black curls peeking through the top of the underwear, stark against the pure white, and his fingers ached to rip off the fabric and discover where the trail of curls led to for himself.
Kagome threw the kimono aside, stretching her hands across his chest, her breasts squeezing together as one flimsy strap of the bra fell seductively down her shoulder, and perversely Sesshoumaru wondered if she would allow him to keep the underwear after they finished so he could wipe himself with it every time her replayed this moment whenever he relieved himself. Although with the smell of her arousal saturated into the cloth as it was, he would never get anything productive done if he carried it around.
Sesshoumaru ached to touch her, starved for her, and he began to lift himself onto his elbows, reaching for her, when Kagome pushed him back into the ground roughly.
"Watch first, then follow along." she instructed impishly, reciting the same lesson she had given him when teaching how to braid, and even more ridiculously turned on - but maddeningly curious - Sesshoumaru laid back against the blanket, heated eyes fixated on her. The expression on his face was one of surprise. He looked good surprised, his mouth open slightly, his brows drawn into a faint frown, but Kagome didn't have time to dwell on that; she would change that expression soon enough.
Kagome didn't think she'd ever been more aware of her body than she was now, straddling an ancient taiyoukai in the middle of the day, outside in the open air where anybody could see them, and the excitement of it all had her grinding her wetness against his throbbing erection, fed by his quiet moan as he watched her. All those girlish insecurities about her body disappeared as his eyes, pupils blown out and dilated so that only a thin ring of gold was visible, raked over her body ravenously, and she realised that whether human or demon, all men were the same. When they were aroused, they would do anything or have anything done to them, as long as they were gratified one way or another.
And there was a certain smugness at realising that he liked her, desired her, despite how human she was - but none of the other female demons had him panting on the ground and begging for release like she had him.
Slowly, so that he could watch her every move, she slid her hips down his waist, pressed past his manhood - which incited a pain-pleasured hiss from his grit teeth - and settled at the top of his muscular thighs, clever hands sliding along lower and lower, her fingers gliding over his burning satin skin as she marvelled at the hard muscles beneath that quivered at her touch, until they settled at his own obi sash, tight around the bulge in his pelvic area.
Dimly aware of what she was about to do but completely mesmerised by his reactions, Kagome lifted her hands and took hold of the knot, intention clear, gratified to see his gaze pulled to her hands like a magnet. She had instructed him to leave all the fastidious fastenings of his armour behind before the lesson, and he had grumpily acquiesced, donning only his white yukata and hakama pants. His eyes watched, transfixed, mouth opened slightly, fangs peeking with each shallow pant of breath, as her fingers skilfully - and painstakingly slow - undid the knot of his obi. After what felt like an eternity, the sash was thrown aside and with one quick tug downward of his hakama, Sesshoumaru's cock was freed.
Kagome swallowed thickly as she admired it, it's size intimidating, nearly monstrous. But before she could back out, she wrapped her hands around the thick shaft, fingers brushing against the smattering of white fur at its base and slowly ghosting, feather-light, up to the pink head at the top, already moistened with precum and leaving it glossy and inviting like a lollypop. Even his dick is pretty, she thought, distantly. Tentatively, Kagome gave it an experimental stroke-
- and Sesshoumaru snarled.
The sound was feral and thunderous in the calm quiet of the day, sending all the birds flying and creatures of the forest scurrying away in a frenzy and Kagome nearly bolted as well, her primeval instincts fired to life, but he caught her wrists in a lightning-fast move, tight enough to leave bruises, and Kagome cried out. Frightened, heart pounding loudly in her ears, she looked down at his face and gasped at his expression.
Sesshoumaru was trembling beneath her, his eyes tinted red once more, breathing ragged - but he didn't look angry, and Kagome hoped that meant he was enjoying it and not, you know, about to cut her hands off.
Almost as if reading her thoughts, Sesshoumaru growled, low and throaty, but more nuanced, less terrifying. He released her wrists, dropped them to the silky softness of her thighs once more. At her mercy.
"Again." he pleaded, out of breath.
Kagome blurted out a shaky laugh, nearly mad herself with desire and the intoxicating knowledge that she held power over such a wild creature.
She leaned forward, planting a sweet kiss on his lips and gave another languid stroke, and another, until a steady pattern developed in tandem with their kissing and Sesshoumaru's moans. She didn't know when exactly but sometime during their makeout session and her handjob Sesshoumaru had sliced through her bra impatiently and was expertly squeezing at her breasts as if his life depended on it. Her underwear quickly followed, as did his yukata, and Kagome thought she might break from the sheer joy of their naked skins sliding over each other, slick with sweat from the morning sun, skins overheated, temperature rising and climbing to the point she felt like she was about to tip over but not yet-
Kagome took the lead, which Sesshoumaru didn't mind, seemed to want, surprisingly, leaving her to wonder if he had a fetish for being dominated, but when she grabbed hold of his erection and guided him to her waiting entrance, he thrusted so hard upwards she yelled in surprise, impaled, filled to the brim, dying, and she thought she might come immediately, or he might-
"W-wait", she begged, her breath hot in his ear, and his hips buckled convulsively at the sensation. "Slow, Sesshoumaru." she commanded, this time more sternly, and it was all but Sesshoumaru could do but obey helplessly, his rhythm ebbing to a slow rock, because he was nothing if not a fucking perfectionist.
"Yes, sensei." Sesshoumaru rumbled, and Kagome shivered, her muscles rippling around him.
After a moment to catch her breath, Kagome sat up and began to move.
Sesshoumaru always thought she looked like she knew what she was doing - whether it be in the simple singularities of day to day life around the camp or in the throws of battle as she knocked an arrow into her bow - she always looked so fierce and competent and as she undulated her hips against him, around him, swallowing him whole in her tightness, his hypothesis was confirmed.
She was authoritative, perhaps a tad flustered but never outright shy which he appreciated, as she forced him to take his time. A hand on his chest, blunt nails on his skin, holding his neck when his rhythm sped up without her permission, the little shocks of her purifying magic always burning under the surface in case he lost control - and he came close many times, she was too good, so tight and warm, and the more feral side of him wanted nothing more than to shred his humanity and take her from behind - but he deferred to her here, for now, and he couldn't quite explain why. Kagome continued throwing out directions and instructions that Sesshoumaru followed to the letter as if she were teaching him something, as if he'd never done this before, and he might as well not have because in all his life he'd never enjoyed sex with a creature as fragile and capable of killing him as she.
Kagome rewarded his docility with bits of freedom, not ignorant to the taiyoukai's physical strain, to the fact that he was so full his balls felt like they were ready to explode, so she allowed him to move faster, harder, rougher. Sesshoumaru grabbed a butt-cheek with one hand and skilfully stimulated her clitoris with the other as he thrusted in wild abandon, feeling himself getting there, wanting her there with him, and the view of her bouncing breasts and her face contorting in pleasure became too much and he closed his eyes. Something slid at just the right spot, the walls of her vagina clamping down on his penis-
- and with a roar he came, pumping hot and hard inside her as he buried his face in her throat and snarled -
- and he jerked so forcibly into her Kagome could feel his hot release blasting deep inside and emptying within her, and she rode it out with a gasp, the sensation of being filled up by him enough to get her to climax immediately after.
When their spasms had finally subsided to tiny jerks and little after shocks, Sesshoumaru slowly released her and flopped back to the ground, and Kagome was helpless to do anything but collapse on top, her bones liquefied, her muscles deliciously sore.
Their breathing slowed in time together, and Kagome nuzzled into his chest as Sesshoumaru buried a lazy claw into her hair.
"That was a terrible lesson," she said at last. "You forgot to retie the obi." Beneath her reddened cheek Sesshoumaru's chest rumbled and sleepily she recognized he was chuckling.
"Apologies. I had a terribly distracting teacher."
For an instant she hesitated - but Kagome had already put all her cards on the table, what was one more hand - so feeling bold, she pressed a soft kiss upon his pectoral, right above his heart, and she swore she heard the steady staccato beat stutter. The touch was so intimate that he inhaled sharply and then Sesshoumaru hummed, like the purr of a contented cat, digging his fingers into her hair and massaging her scalp appreciatively.
"I guess you'll have to take remedial lessons later this week." she mumbled, the breeze a welcome caress against her sweat-soaked skin, and she thought she could very well nap on top of Sesshoumaru forever, lulled by the steady, strong rhythm of his heart.
Suddenly, she felt a swelling inside, a curious expanding, and with a panicked jolt to her nether regions she realised Sesshoumaru was getting hard again, growing bigger. Kagome looked up in a combination of fearful disbelief and awed desire to find the demon lord looking down at her with a vorascious look in his gaze. Like a predator with its captured prey.
"Oh no, sensei. This Sesshoumaru plans to master the delicate art of obi tying until he gets it right. It might take all day...all night, and even perhaps to the hours of the early morning."
Kagome shuddered when he slid out, semen dripping down her thighs, as he rolled on top and pinned her down into the bedding. Something poked at her soft belly insistently. "Prepare yourself for proper education, sensei." Sesshoumaru whispered, and there was almost a sadistic joy in his usually bored face.
Kagome gulped. Excitedly, she wondered what else she could goad Sesshoumaru into "learning".
Did Sesshoumaru ever learn how to french-braid or tie obis? Not at all. But he and Kagome sure had fun practicing.
Aaaand that's it for this short, I hope y'all enjoyed it! :') Please let me know in the comments, as this is actually my first finished smut-piece? and i'm hasjdgajdhka