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Daytime passed into nightime and yet the relentless urge for pleasure had not eased. Kagome's eyes fluttered closed, her body trembled with desire glued to the Daiyoukai's skin with sweat. It was possession to the fullest, the heated touches, the lingering licks and the stab of his hips as he forced the unyielding tautness of his manhood deep inside her passage.
Waves of desire coursed through him, his body shivered in delight. He held himself firm, gritting his teeth while he savoured her pleasure. Her body was as pliant as clay in his hands; he moulded and shaped it to his liking as he acquainted himself with every nuance of her form.
The dangerous strain of his deliberate caresses sent shockwaves of ecstasy throughout her body. His intent clear, when he was through no other male would reside in her head and heart. He would possess down to the very soul of her being with himself.
He kissed her lips, her throat and breasts, one then the other, sometimes tenderly and at other times with ravenous hunger. He penetrated her so deeply and strongly, searching for and drawing forth her reluctant passion.
She clenched her teeth and tightly closed her eyes as she tried to remain calm; but then the sweet pain of passion touched her so intensely, once, twice so many times that its overpowering influences made her scream out long and hard as she let go of the delirious ache that she desperately tried to control.
His rhythm slowed intentionally making the blazing fire simmer, quickly she breathed air into her starving lungs that she so desperately needed. However, he didn't let her breathe for long; he became engaging and frenzied until all that they could hear was the erotic sounds of their bodies and the cries of delight. Then the flames dimmed once more only for him to build it up back again.
More minutes passed as he buried himself deep within the woman beneath him. He groaned each time her walls clenched him tighter and tighter. She felt so good wrapped around him and in the heat of passion he nearly became undone. Suddenly he lessened the pace of his strokes and hovered above her on his arms and gazed down into dark desirous eyes, before completely stilling his movements.
She stared up at him with slightly parted lips still stinging with the bite of his kisses. He smiled with his eyes, turning heat into a sparkle. Did he really love her or was she only here for his pleasure? She wondered, just before his head descended to lick the length of her neck languidly, causing a quiver to run all over her body. He lingered by her throat tasting the tang of her salty flesh for long.
The unhurried strokes that he used to caress her neck and shoulders soothed the worries from her mind though her heart would not be silenced. There were so many sensations swirling around inside it that she felt it might actually burst. It was too full
He could hear the roar of her heart over the heavy breaths that she inhaled and exhaled. The rush of viscous blood sweeping through her veins distracted him completely from the task at hand. He stiffened and closed his eyes against the temptation. The magnetism of her blood as it pulsed under his quivering lips drew his fangs closer to it. His nerves of steel rattled against the desire to sink in. His body and soul rose with heat as if his being was set on fire as her blood called out to him like the saccharine taste of honey.
He was tempted, just one bite infused with his youki and she would be his for all eternity. He pondered just a bit more and then he felt her arms entwined around his neck before she slowly gyrated on him, breaking the alluring spell. The woman beneath him was seemingly growing impatient with the deadlock; he speared through her roughly, quickly building the fires up to a crescendo.
She felt as light as a feather being blown high in the air by a teasing gust. She trembled under him as he grounded into her heat and the heady sensation of falling danced across her eyes. She heard herself crying out as she plummeted back down to earth and though the haze she felt the soothing kisses of her lover all over her face.
She sighed in contentment. If this was a dream she could die blissfully. Their time together was a fusion of fantasy and reality where neither was distinguishable. She could feel his hot breath on her throat, smell the natural icy pinewood of his scent now that the delirium of her climax had passed.
The paleness of his flesh lit up in the moonlight streaming through the window. Shaky fingers ran along his back touching the sturdy planes of his lean body. His tempo grew hurried and impatient once more with her shy touches as he sought to find his own release. The more he moved within her tightness, the deadlier the itch that only the fullness of him could assuage.
She locked her hands around his waist and pulled him even deeper within. She panted breathlessly from the strain of the mounting span inside her; suddenly he felt larger, heavier and a keening wail rasped from between her lips.
One moment she was almost drowning in deep ecstasy and the next moment she was on her hands and knees with his long and thick manhood aiming for her mouth. She inched back in hesitation, not because she was unwilling to please him. Truthfully, she was nervous and slightly embarrassed. Her fears had little to do with the act itself and had everything to do with the disillusionment that she had felt once before.
The force of the nerves ticking at the sides of her head made her unsteady as she recalled how troubled she had been after performing this act on Inuyasha. He had come undone in her mouth quickly and had easily dismissed the deed as being shameful and had instructed her never to do it again.
Sesshomaru watched her carefully trying to decipher why she'd suddenly grown cold. She looked up at him with sad eyes searching his face for signs of disgust and saw nothing. He sighed and turned to move away, then suddenly she grabbed onto his thigh stopping him.
"Don't move," she whispered.
He nodded to her and wearily she closed her eyes to steady her jangled nerves. He understood the complexity of the situation without an explanation; he could see it plainly on her face. He slid long fingers through her hair and caressed her scalp, trying to put her mind at ease.
In time Kagome opened her eyes after she had garnered enough confidence to try and pleasure him. His phallus still hard and pulsing with need became her focal point. He was big and their combined fluids glistening all over his shaft made it appear larger in the moonlight.
She drew nearer with half parted lips; this close she could smell the hot spice of their mingled scents on him. She closed her eyes and quietly pulled in a long breath of the erotic mix of their sex, while Sesshomaru observed the meanderings of the miko with equal parts fascination and yearning.
Her lips closed around the large blunt head of his member slowly, tasting the zest of him on her willing tongue. She smiled against him when the hand holding onto his thigh vibrated from his reaction, he trembled. With her other hand she held onto the base of his shaft firmly, stroking it up and down while suckling the mushroom head of his gland gently.
Her mouth slicked with moisture moved easier down the thickness of him while the slippery muscle that was her tongue tickled the nerves and large veins of his member intimately. He thrust against her hand and lips as the pleasurable sensations spiralled into raw abandon.
He stared at the priestess's lush pink lips wrapped around his manhood as she hungrily pleasured him and the feeling was simply divine. Her bobbing head sprinkled with thick luxuriant hair fell forward blocking the sensual view which was not to his liking. A sweeping hand brushed the tresses back and held it away from her face.
He groaned as the erotic image filled his eyes again, he surged deeper against the measured strokes that she used to bind his mind and body. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate his ever increasing girth. He thrust again; holding on tighter to her head as the rolling waves of his climax was almost upon him.
Weakness swamped him turning his limbs to jelly as Kagome continued to heatedly nurse on him. Her harsh breaths were like music to his ears. He heard her moan as she pulled his pulsing manhood hard down her throat, he arched over her as pleasure turned to pressure and he was barely able to keep upright.
Tension rippled throughout his body. He stiffened and she knew that he was close. She went down on him faster, took him deeper inside while the strokes of her hand increased. Heat climbed within him like an untamed current in the middle of a tempestuous storm. A bolt of lightning dashed through him, he shuddered as the waves of release struck him like a clap of thunder.
The seeds of satisfaction seeped from his hardened form, rushing like a raging river as it flooded her mouth. His cry of fulfilment was a deep guttural grunt and tremors. She gasped swallowing his essences but did not choke on the scalding emissions. When she was done and he was clearly satisfied, she slowly withdrew from him. He was still hard and slightly weakened while she stared up at him quietly.
He gazed down on her kneeling form after his body had calmed and saw the sticky opaque fluids of his release on either side of her lips. He smiled feeling pleased by her performance, and she in turn watched him with unsure stormy blue eyes. She had definitely fulfilled his desires. So why did she look so unhappy? He queried internally.
The answer to his conjecture he was convinced had something to do with his brother, he had been very immature. Regardless of what he thought at the moment he would not dwell on it, he would consider on it some more at a later date. For now he would focus all his attentions on the woman beside him.
The profound sadness welling up into her eyes was a cause for concern. Yet he found that he couldn't concentrate on it for long. He wasn't a heartless brute and her emotional state was of great importance to him. It was simply that his mind was occupied with the occurrence moments ago.
He still could hardly believe that Kagome had not been repulsed by the taste of him. She did not remove herself from the brunt of his climax, and yet he was quite certain that it wasn't an accident. Because she must have known by his body's reaction that he was at his end. It was irrefutably not a discouragement on his part, if anything he yearned for her even more.
She felt the brush of his fingers on either side of her lips smoothing away dribbles of his semen from her face. Then his arms were about her waist pulling her tight to him and a succulent kiss planted on her lips. She sighed and kissed him back with even greater abandon than before, nicking the soft flesh of her lips on his fangs in the process.
He was slow as he licked the blood away, and then he lowered them to the mattress and curled her form to his. She just lay there tired with her head on his chest doing nothing more than listening to the steady beat of his heart.
The stable melodies of his heart were hypnotic, inciting a wash of tenderness to pass through her; suddenly she was aware that she was falling in love with him again. Perhaps she had always been a little bit in love with him. Maybe that's why she had been so angry and disappointed in his treatment of her, and effectively it had caused her to lash out at him and at life.
Now they had come full circle, the memories of Inuyasha casted aside in the heat of passion. She pulled away from his chest and stared deeply into his eyes, trying to assess if he loved her also. She couldn't tell because he had a satisfied smirk plastered on his lips in the afterglow of their lovemaking. So she decided to approach the matter directly, she would ask him.
Pain crept into her heart and she hesitated. What if he was only toying with her and he really did not love her? She looked away troubled. She had no desire to become his willing mistress. Her love was selfish and it demanded all that he had to give.
He glanced at her for a moment feeling the anxious shift of her aura. "Kagome what troubles you so?" He asked softly, though he couldn't hide the concern from showing on his face.
She gave him a wan smile before taking a long cleansing breath of air and then responded. "So much has happened between us since Inuyasha's death and now that we are lovers I am still unclear. What do I really mean to you."
He moved a little closer so that he could encase her petite frame into the circle of his arms. Then, he brushed his lips against hers as he contemplated a suitable yet truthful answer. Nothing would be gained by being prideful; he had almost lost her because of stubbornness.
She on the other hand lowered her head in thought as she waited on him to supply her with a response. She couldn't deny the attraction, something about him made her body quiver, filled her with excitement, sending her heart racing. Yet the thought of only being one of his lovers drove misery deep inside her soul.
His lips came to rest on her forehead and he uttered against it. "Why are you in doubt Kagome, haven't I purposely led you to my bed chamber to be with you? And before now couldn't you feel or see my real intentions towards you?"
She shook her head unsurely. Could he really be admitting that he loved her? She examined his words carefully and realized something. He had just confessed that he had strong emotions for her, and knowing this demon as intimately as she did that was as good as it would get. Perhaps one day he would eventually say the words, 'I love you' to her.
She smiled genuinely this time and kissed him, her lips pressed to his and she allowed the sensations shared between them to pacify any doubts.
"It's getting late," he murmured and deliberately pulled out of her embrace. "I will be back shortly."
She nodded and watched him tie a robe close around his body before leaving and shutting the door behind him. She lay quietly on her back afterwards staring at the ceiling, wondering if she was dreaming, and if she was she dared not wake up.
She had spent two days in his bed and arms doing nothing but making sweet love, and discovering in the process that with him she became alive. There was no shame in what they did with each other; she loved the wildness of him and the uninhibited desire it brought out in her. The door opening wrenched her mind back to the present.
"I thought that you might be hungry," he said, taking a tray heavy laden with food to the bed.
"Yes, thank you," she replied gratefully, reaching for the serving dish.
They ate in silence for awhile before Kagome decided to feed Sesshomaru with some of the berries. She stretched out her hand with a few of the sweet fruits in her palm.
He smiled at seeing the playful gleam in her eyes before leaning forward and picking the berries from her hand with his teeth. She giggled at his unexpected actions, though she was pleased. She wasn't overly shocked by it because she had witnessed and had been a recipient of his tenderness once before.
In the morning, Kagome encouraged Sesshomaru to the river with the promise of more sex. They reached their destination at noon time. The first thing that they did was to bathe, idly washing and caring for each other.
When they were done he dried her off first and then she returned the favor. Kagome spread a large blanket and placed two pillows where they would rest their heads. The day felt so peaceful, she was happy and he was contented.
They rest their bodies down watching through the tree tops the play of sunlight filtering down. Soon it would be the dead of winter again and such delights could not be enjoyed, Kagome considered. She turned to him and placed an arm about his middle feeling much at peace, however, it still felt as though they really did not know each other.
"Mmmph," she sighed, "Sesshomaru when you and I are like this I feel so free, I feel like I could go on forever with you and yet I regret."
He turned on his side immediately and faced her with a slight frown upon his brows. He searched her eyes for the answer to the cryptic message because her words bothered him a bit.
Momentarily she shifted away from his beautiful face and eyes. The last thing that she wanted to do was to spoil the happy mood after making up with him over two wonderful days.
So as casually as she could she informed him. "Please don't trouble yourself with my mood, all is well," she then reached for his fingers and laced them with hers and carried on. "I am happy with you."
He remained silent for a little while knowing that Kagome avoided telling him something and it caused him to worry.
The two days that they had spent loving each other was a time that he would always treasure; regardless of that to exist blinded by bliss was a fool's errand. He had to know what truly bothered her even though she evaded the discussion. He sighed quietly; her assurance did nothing to ease his mind. Kagome was discontented about something and he needed to know what it was so that he could help her to fix the problem.
"Don't you trust me?" He asked. She glanced sideways at him and nodded yes. "Then why don't you speak clearly and say what is really on your mind?"
Kagome closed her eyes, hoping that what she would say to him now would not be misconstrued as something else. She did not want to isolate him or make him feel any pressure with her words.
Her throat dried as his piercing eyes remained on her; she gulped with how anxious she felt before she said anything else.
"When I'd vanished from this time after Naraku's defeat I was unsure of what I had wanted, but my heart began to ache for Inuyasha and my friends as time moved on. I suppose the portal through the well understood my feelings and it granted me passage back through time."
She sighed heavily and then stopped speaking. Sesshomaru sensed a clear change in her aura and sat up. He saw tears spilling down the sides of her face and suddenly looked perplexed. He didn't say anything because he did not foresee nor did he understand the mood that came upon her so suddenly.
She waited a few moments silently contemplating if she should do this now. He watched her as she watched him, then he looked away and finally said something.
"I don't understand why you are telling me your life story. The past is long gone and should be forgotten; the future is what we make of it."
Kagome sat up quickly and pulled on his arm, he glanced at her sideways and she glared at him. "I am not hashing up the past to upset you or because I am unable to let go of it. I am simply telling you that I had such high hopes for myself. I had wanted love and a family, I would never have presumed that Inuyasha would die leaving me alone and childless."
She felt irritated and the irritation lingered for long, it became apparent that she could not drive the emotion away as easily as she had thought. She was uneasy, she hadn't realized before now that after all this time the reality of her life would still cut so deep.
Her eyes were wide as she searched her heart for answers. He frowned deeply seeing her in such a state and drew her closer to him. He kissed her head on hearing the raspy sobs escaping from her lips and knew that she'd somehow managed to blame herself for hers and Inuyasha's misfortune. He wasn't one to interfere with other's business but this time he found that he could not ignore her or resist the urge to console her.
"You are not to be blamed for the circumstance that has afflicted you, if it is anyone's fault it is that of Inuyasha's," he said hoarsely as the sum of his emotions riled up in her defence.
Sesshomaru paused feeling the tension in her body, then slowly she removed herself from his embrace. Kagome held still, her eyes focused on him becoming cold.
"I wouldn't have thought that after all this time you could still hate your brother," she said slowly, angrily, "how can you blame him for something that neither he nor myself had any control over? My inability to conceive had nothing to do with Inuyasha."
"You spout nonsense woman," he replied harshly, his eyes hard, encased in ice.
Kagome saw the rage in his eyes and sought to calm him by wrapping her arms tightly around him. She didn't want things to spiral out of control again. The few days of peace between them had been good and just the thought of things reverting to animosity and chaos gave her an instant headache.
"Please don't be angry…I just don't understand how and why you would say something like that." She shook her head hoping to clear her mind because she was confused and the pain in her heart had begun again.
He lifted his hand and rubbed her back tenderly, she had fallen forward onto him with her head resting on his chest crying. He did not want to hurt her needlessly, but he would not stand by and watch her torture herself over something that was no fault of hers.
He purposely waited a few minutes before saying anything. It grieved him to tell her the truth because no matter what comforting words he may used, she would still be hurt by them.
He sighed softly and closed his eyes against the strain of his thoughts. The little priestess had come to mean a great deal to him and the last thing that he wanted was to see her hurt and crying. He made a tight fist to keep the seething anger of his grouses from spilling forth.
"Kagome what you may perceive as unfortunate truths might not actually be so," his lilt sounded low and strange to his ears as if he was not himself.
She looked up at him with incomprehension reflecting in her eyes. "I don't understand…What do you mean?"
He looked away from her wet sad eyes and ran a hand through his hair feeling the dead weight of his emotions. He felt her pain and uncertainty cover his skin like pricking needles, he winced. Prolonging the truth would not help either of them, he had to be forthright. The sooner the truth flew free, the sooner life could continue on without regret.
"Inuyasha was sterile," he said quietly, "he would never have been able to impregnate you even if he had a hundred lifetimes to try."
The shock of his words was like the unexpected discharge of ten loaded rifles close by her ear in the dark. Her head recoiled from the impact, she looked deep into his eyes assessing if he jest. However, she saw nothing of the sort, only truths that made the situation all the more astounding.
She felt a crimson tide of blood vacate her heart making her weak and unbalanced; the urge to regurgitate her lunch rose up into her throat like rancid meat and she could not stem the flow. She leaned over to the side of the blanket as bile formed and she thought that she might get sick. Nothing came out though the nauseating sensation remained for awhile.
The feel of his hands on her back and arm lending her some support was welcomed but the anxieties in her head and heart would not let her dismiss the issues so easily. She had to know why he had such pertinent information that she did not know all these years and yet she was the one that had been married to his brother.