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Realizing her state of undress and that he must have seen her nakedness while she'd slept, she shrieked, mortified that he had looked upon her body while she was unaware. But then she glanced up, Sesshomaru was almost out of sight, a few more strides and a bend and he would be gone from it completely. Kagome grabbed the discarded dress from beside her and sat up. In her heart a need had risen up like a tsunami and was pulling her in, there was so much urgency and she didn't fully understand it yet. All she knew after seeing him briefly was that she wanted him to remain close.
She had to get him to stay no matter what she had to do; perhaps the quiet tranquillity of the surroundings would put him in a better mood so that they could talk. Too many things were left unsaid between them, and they needed to come out in the open. She had come to the realization while he was away that not only did she miss him terribly; her feelings for him had suddenly grown like a tall un-breakable mountain
He was getting further away by the second, the more time that she spent contemplating.
He wouldn't hear her now if she called out to him from her clandestine position on the blanket, nor would he hear her cries over the roar of the river or the rush of the wind. He had gotten too far away. She stood up with her dress pressed to her bosom with one hand while the rest hung loosely down the front and bellowed out his name.
"SESSHOMARU PLEASE STOP!"
The woman's loud pitch of his name shot through his brain with intensity so that he halted and turned around immediately. His heart rate quickened, he couldn't fathom what could be the cause of the desperation that he'd heard ringing into her tone. When he had left her moments ago she was fine, still he hastened his steps to her.
She didn't think to throw the dress over her head for modesty's sake. All she felt was an intense fear and loneliness by his leaving. She was frantic and her searching eyes looked everywhere for him. To her it felt like an eternity had passed while she waited, when in truth it had only been a few moments. Then suddenly he appeared. His gaze was steady as he perused her form trying to figure out the exigency that had left her. He couldn't tell, although curiously he saw the relieved breath that she expelled.
She was naked she reminded herself, and only the flimsy material of her dress shielded her modesty, which wasn't much considering that the sides of her breasts bulged and the constant breeze blew the dress askew exposing her lower half and private parts.
He swallowed thickly with need at the sight, and from memory had mapped every curve, every dip and swell of her body. Colour filled her cheeks watching the Daiyoukai consume her with his eyes.
She gaped at him and turned around exposing her backside when he made no effort to hide what he was thinking. At least this way she would not have to see his face. Kagome clenched her eyes tightly shut and whispered a silent prayer for strength because she felt vulnerable and her pride battered.
He on the other hand felt the ice surrounding his heart slowly melting; she was as beautiful standing there in the shade of the trees. Ebony hair cascaded down her back stopping short at the rise of her hips. Her soft flesh had started to pebble from the breeze and by her obvious distress that he had seen her nakedness.
Raw hunger swept savagely into his soul staring at her as he recalled both the anger and longing that she had evoked in him from their time spent in a cave. He knew that he was falling in love with her despite every tactic that he had employed to fight it; but the emotion was stronger than his pride.
But to love her would surely destroy both of them, because he would never be able to give her what her heart truly desired. He closed his eyes and told himself that he was being foolish. It was not love that he felt, but an incredible lust. And why not? The woman was stunning and shared the same attraction that he felt. He had known the truth from the first time that he had touched her body. He had wanted her then, he still does, and now he would take her.
A shadow moved behind her and she stiffened, her eyes widened and she tried not to think too much. This was what she wanted; she wanted him her heart kept saying. He placed both hands on her shoulders and her body trembled with the shock of it. He turned her around to face him, her head lowered; he lifted it and stared into eyes filled with tears to his dismay.
He did not know what to say to her as he gazed down into wide blue eyes swimming in water. He only knew and felt that he did not want to see them. And so he brushed them tenderly away as they fell.
Firm hands encircled her waist and drew her to the hard planes of his body, flush against silk she relaxed. Next he eased his hold on her and led her to the blanket. He whispered her name, and then he sat and pulled her gently down unto his lap. He tilted her head back unto him, long fingers rippled through ebony hair and a hungry mouth suckled her neck with heat and passion. She was lost, caught up in the moment and stunned by the change in him.
He had been so ruthless and uncaring before, but now he was soft and tender that she trembled with desire, and even if she had wanted to object she hadn't the will to do so now. His soothing hands ran up and down her sides, his lips touched her cheeks and she surrendered. She couldn't deny him and what she felt anymore than she could stop the air from entering her lungs. She was on fire, she felt alive.
She pushed away from him to lie on her back, her dress forgotten and she was bare before his eyes. He hovered over her and then slightly eased down on one elbow. Then his lips touched hers and she bloomed.
She couldn't contain the sweet blistering heat of her arousal as his mouth moved against hers. She did not really know what fate had in store for them at the moment, but when he kissed her lips everything and everyone was forgotten except the two of them.
Her arms curled around his neck and she trembled with desire, there was no brutality in him only gentle persuasion. His tender kisses fell to her eyes and throat, she moaned in delight. Erotic licks to her jaw and ears turned the heat into red hot flames.
He ran his tongue over an ear lingering a little longer than before, then murmured sensually. "Do you want me Kagome?"
She trembled, loss for words she could only nod her head.
Soft licks moistened her lips before he sank down, she gasped and he took control. She felt haunted as he drank, feeding his hunger for her powers. His gentle torturous seductions were agonizing and she cried out in desperation. "Make the pain go away."
He smiled and touched her with even greater abandon. She felt the hot caress of his sword roughened palms slide up her thighs, hot breath blew on a breast before it disappeared into a vortex, swirling, grazing and suckling it to stone.
He touched her freely now and she encouraged him with moans and nonsensical mutterings. His mouth captured hers again and her exotic flavor burst onto his tongue, he hissed, she was lost to the hungry kiss.
He pressed his body against hers, shifting left to right to feel the slow burn of her skin rubbing against his hard shaft. Her erotic perfume stained the air with spice; he needed to savour it, needed to imprint it into his senses for all times. His body moved and a hot trail of moisture progressed to her centre.
She squirmed and tried to turn away but he was having none of it. He forced her body down holding it steady with his hand pressed heavily onto her abdomen. She closed her eyes, never having the pleasure of a male eating from her core she felt inadequate and shy. Inuyasha had never done the deed, and she had been too inhibited to ask.
He spread her wide open and settled himself between her legs looking at the fleshy mound of her womanhood. His head lowered and he sniffed long, absorbing her zest into his nostrils and consciousness. Kagome eased up and watched. It was the most erotic sight that she had ever witnessed.
A long firm tongue moistened her nether regions licking up and down until she opened up like a flower, sprinkled with water and sunshine. Innate passion took over and she cried out and held onto his head, bringing him closer to the delectable feast. He smirked and dove in again.
He sent the flames spiralling into the very centre of her being using his tongue like a spear, plunging it deep, twirling and piercing, driving it inside. Then it was like a feather, gently persuading the raw nerves to tingle with delight, it was an intense tickle that blazed and cooled, then burned bright till it exploded. Heat travelled up and down her body rippling like the waves of the ocean. She trembled and shook, shattering like foam onto his face and hands.
He closed his eyes and breathed, inhaling the fires of her sex. It moved through him like lightning, wetting his appetite for more as he drank intoxicated. After her body calmed, when there was no more quivering, he crawled up her body and took possession of her mouth again. He was drenched with her essences, and as he fed her, she became drunk with desire. He rose above her and looked down into her face, seeing the satisfied smile and he was pleased.
The desire cooled and she traced sensual patterns along his jaw line and cheeks. His eyes were dark with hunger, and in that moment as she gazed upon him with his hair cascading forward tickling her face, he reminded her so much of Inuyasha. She stroked his face slowly, passionately, still not really believing that this tender, giving demon was the same arrogant and cruel being that she'd thought she knew.
She rose up and kissed his throat tasting his sensuous flesh, she kissed his lips tenderly and he closed his eyes as she ran her tongue along them. He kissed her eyes, one then the other and they closed. His need was still strong and waiting for attention. Still he wouldn't push her, he would wait.
She turned and began to undress him, their eyes met and silent confirmation given. Now he would know what it felt like to fuck her. He wouldn't have to wonder anymore what she would feel like twisted around his large manhood. He was soaked with the heat that had consumed them, and only the softness of her touch and the tightness of her sheath could cool him down.
When she stopped undressing him he was half naked, perhaps she was still afraid of him and their new found intimacy.
"Lie down Sesshomaru," she instructed, "let me enjoy you."
He smiled a little, a real smile that was beautiful Kagome noted. She straddled him and her wet womanhood pressed onto his stomach, it felt good. She flattened her palms on his chest and dragged it down. He had a stunning physique, so well built, powerful and toned. The maroon stripes along his hips were unique, blending superbly against his pale skin. Feeling comfortable she couldn't help but to compare him to Inuyasha.
She nibbled on her lips. "You know you are not so different from Inuyasha, when I am with you it's like being with him."
The words she repeated cut like a knife through his heart. He went so rigid that fear seemed to flood her in an instant. His eyes like daggers, cleaved into her soul. He had never appeared more menacing or hard. She felt the anger raging through him with every fibre of her being. The hands that grabbed onto her shoulders holding them captive, pushed.
He stood over her as she fell flat on her back looking down on her stonily. Wearing only his hakamas, his muscles flexed, his chest and shoulders gleamed in the fading sunlight, making her much aware of the strength and power in his body.
She inhaled sharply and shook her head in fright. How could she be so stupid? She didn't mean to insult him. OH Kami! He gazed down on her keenly, and his fury seemed all the greater.
Her lips swollen from his kisses trembled as she tried to apologize. "I didn't mean it…I am sorry."
He had never thought that the mere touch of a human female could bewitch him so easily. He smiled at himself briefly, ruefully. He knew his pride and it was strong. All he had to do was to forsake her and the troublesome feelings that he carried, because he would never be a stand in for his brother. He wanted no ghosts in his bed.
He didn't fear for his heart, he had never found any good use for it. Every being that was led by it had always come to a dismal end; his father was the perfect example. All he needed to live was his sense of right and wrong.
She stared at him for long, nervously wondering what he was thinking or what he was feeling, he did not move nor did he say anything. Then suddenly he turned away from her, picked up his clothes and strode away.
No! It can't end this way. She had to do something. She must make him understand!
"Sesshomaru," she called, but this time she would not get an answer.
Hastily she redressed and rushed after him. He was almost on the path leading back to the house when she caught up with him. She was breathless as she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Please hear me out."
He looked at her and then stared at the hand holding his condescendingly; he did not make any move to release himself.
"Make it quick," he said curtly.
She studied his face with a keen eye before remarking. "Why do fear what you feel, Inuyasha was your brother so why?"
He jerked his hand away from hers, grasped her chin and turned it up; looking steadily into her eyes he responded. "I fear nothing, and I don't want or need my brother's leftovers."
"What?" She cried out, stepping back from him.
She raised a hand to strike him in anger; her eyes widened when she heard the crack against his flesh and knew that she had hit her mark. He could have stopped her easily she thought. So why didn't he? She looked up into his face and her pulse quickened.
Fear took root into her heart rendering her immobile as she stared into the dark pools that were his eyes. But still, she would not be a coward in front of him. All she wanted was for them to talk and not run away whenever there was a problem.
"Is that all there is Sesshomaru," she said, glaring at him, "one mistake and you are willing to just walk away from possibilities without even trying, then I say you are nothing but a fool and a coward."
She stared at him with certain malice, pleased that for once she had shorn away a piece of his armour, but she did not get the response that she'd hoped for.
He smiled leaning forward, coming nearer to her face. "I can have you whenever I want anyway I like, but now I don't desire you any longer."
Kagome laughed in his face. She did not believe him for a second, yet his statement stung like the venom from a poisonous snake.
She lowered her head, her thoughts riddled with spite and poison, she didn't care anymore, because theirs was a lost cause. "I don't want you either; Inuyasha was twice the male that you are and he was only a half demon."
He held perfectly still in front of her, and in the stillness she could hear the thundering of her own heart. She looked up, his eyes held no mercy, they were as cold as ice as he stepped to her; panic flooded her senses and she ran.
He rushed after her and she screamed. "No!"
He yanked her viciously towards him by the back of her dress, the flimsy material shredding apart in his hand. She attempted to run again, he caught her arm and tossed her into the bushes with a force that left her breathless.
But before she could move, he was hovering over her. She tried to punch and kick him. She was strong she knew, but against him her strength was nothing. He straddled her hips and tore the rest of the tattered dress from her body. She screamed louder, longer this time.
She rained blows on him, used her powers against him, bit him and it was all useless. He deflected ever blow and secured her wrist with a long strip from her discarded dress, then parted her thighs with his knees and slammed his weight hard against her. She had no power to escape him.
He lay firmly against her, his member swollen and if she moved just a little she would touch him intimately.
"Beg me Kagome and maybe I will stop,"he whispered hoarsely by her ear.
"Never, I would prefer to die first."She retorted loudly.
He raised her bound arms over her head, pressed his weight onto her, his jaws clenched in a tight merciless lock.
"Monster," she hissed.
He ignored her and she began to fight again, desperately now, writhing and sobbing. He felt no pity for her; she caused all of this on herself by provoking him almost to the breaking point. His eyes were dark and cold like the recesses of hell and he hated her. His mouth latched onto a nipple suckling hard, she cried out in humiliation, he didn't stop; he attacked the other.
"Beg me and maybe I will stop, if you don't then you want this." He spoke softly, but his voice was soaked with violence.
She shook her head no, fiercely. He stared into her eyes. "Very well then, I will give you what you want."
He ran a palm down her belly and then stopped between her thighs, she tried to lock her legs but his lower half was wrenched between them. His fingers splayed her nether lips apart and plunged deep, she groaned, he twisted his finger and she moaned.
He touched her intimately but with contempt and cruelty. His free hand lifted her back off the ground bringing her closer to him. His mouth dropped onto hers in a cruel crush, he bit into her lips. She screamed in terror while he fed off her intoxicating blood.
He had made an oath on the night that she had burnt him that if she continued with her insolence he would break her. And if she didn't beg him to stop soon he would take what he wanted leaving her bitter and broken. He was not a half demon like his brother; his desires were more complex, filled with primal urges, submission, blood and sex.
He could control them, but the priestess fed his carnal and violent nature with too much fire and it overwhelms him. Crimson seeped into his irises with savagery. Kagome gasped at the devilish image.
Another harsh plunge of his finger and she screamed. Fear and misery won out over pride. Her voice quivered as she whispered. "Please stop Sesshomaru!"
He stilled, searched her face and saw desolation. However, he did not release her immediately, he watched while tears fell from her eyes, remembering how much he did not like to see them there. His heart softened a little, but not too much.
He got up and took off his yukata, rest it down beside her and spoke. "Your life here can be as easy or as hard as you make it. I am not Inuyasha."
He turned away leaving her alone in the bushes. A deep sadness welling up inside him, and as he listened to her cries the sadness grew deeper.
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