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Inspiration/Prompt: Lust (blue) - Sess
Sess wants to be the one who doesn't take advantage of her
Ends up seducing/being seduced
Looks at her curled against him/in lap after, realizes that she's content with him/chose to be with him, and he's chosen/loves her in return
The miko was hunting.
She slunk through the forest, barely making a sound as she stalked her prey. Sesshoumaru kept himself silent, his aura masked as he followed her.
He entered the village to find her absent, no one knowing where she'd gone. He could only assume it had to be on purpose, that she was finally taking some time for herself, and driven by his curiosity, he'd followed her stale scent into the trees.
The buck she'd chosen had no idea he was in danger, content to graze on the small tufts of grass while searching for water. It was an easy shot.
One the miko refused to make.
He watched as she encircled the animal, blue eyes glinting in the fading sunlight, the last of the sun's rays creating over the mountaintop. It took Sesshoumaru a moment to realize that she was enjoying herself.
She took aim multiple times, each being a perfect shot, but the arrow stayed nocked against the string of her bow, and he couldn't help the way his blood heated at the sight of her.
She truly was a warrior.
A twig snapped under his foot, the careless mistake causing the buck to take off and the miko to spin on her heel. Her bow lowered as soon as he stepped out from behind the trees. "Sesshoumaru! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You should not lower your weapon to anyone."
She snorted, the rush of air ruffling her bangs. "I don't shoot my friends."
There was that word again. It had started innocuous enough, the old woman assuming much about his views of the miko, but he had seen how she treated her friends, how they in turn treated her, and he wanted no part of it.
He stalked towards her, backing her up against the tree she'd been using as cover. "And if I do not wish to be your friend?"
Blue eyes blinked owlishly at him. "What else would you be?" He saw the way she swallowed, the way she tucked her hands behind her back, the way she worried her lip between her teeth, and he leaned closer.
"What else do you wish me to be?" He boxed her in, one hand on the tree behind her, instincts purring when she didn't back down, her chin lifting defiantly. Fangs flashed in a predatorial smirk before his cheek slid against hers, breath wafting by her ear. "What do you want, Kagome?"
He was close enough to feel her shiver, to hear the sharp intake of breath, to smell the shift in her scent.
"What are you willing to give me?" It was a blatant invitation, along with her hands sliding into the collar of his haori, fingertips tracing the stripes underneath as if she had secret knowledge of their location.
"Nothing that you do not deserve," he growled, the sound swallowed by her mouth on his. She was demanding as any other demoness, though the taste of her desire was much sweeter.
It permeated his senses, fuelling the heat that pooled in his stomach as he pressed her up against the tree. She moaned, then attempted to climb him, hands scrambling for purchase as one leg hooked itself over his hip.
He lifted her off her feet, claws pricking her robes as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He'd forgone his armour, wearing it less often since the defeat of Naraku, both layers of his clothing falling open as she yanked off his obi. Her hands were everywhere, the drag of her nails leaving lines of fire in their wake.
Blue eyes were half-lidded when she pulled back, lips flushed from the teasing of his fangs, and she rubbed herself against him, groaning in frustration at the lack of skin contact. The weather had been warmer lately, the days getting longer as spring gave way to summer, and they'd both traded in their winter clothing for something lighter, but it was still too much.
Too thick.
Her arousal swirled around them, the light, sugary citrus darkening to caramel, and Sesshoumaru growled softly, pulling at the ties of her yukata, just as desperate to get his hands on skin. She wore nothing underneath but her strange, futuristic garments, his growls only increasing at being denied a clear view of her body.
Understanding his plight, she slipped her arms out of her sleeves, touching the back of her chest binding before it fell away.
A lesser being would have groaned at the sight.
As it was, barely a moment went by before he latched onto a breast, one arm wrapping around her waist as he forced her to arch her back. Her startled gasp turned into a moan, and she buried her hands in his hair, her legs tightening against his hips.
His name spilled out of her mouth, desperation increasing with every swirl of his tongue, but he would have his fill. His arousal strained between them, nestled between her thighs, begging for attention as he switched to the other breast, sucking sharply.
Kagome keened, writhing against him. "T-Tease."
His lips curved up into a smirk, revealing deadly fangs as he raised his head. "Nothing more than what you deserve."
"Deserve? What have I done to deserve you teasing me?"
"You are a walking temptation, Kagome," he said, sliding his tongue up between her breasts. "One I will enjoy taking my time with." He tugged at her ear, shifting her body and grinding himself against her.
"Are you planning on giving me everything I deserve?" she whispered, rolling her hips against him in tandem, her arousal coating the outside of his hakama. He shuddered, eyes bleeding red as she reached between them, gripping him firmly. "Because I think I deserve this."
Air rushed out of his lungs, and he pulled back, the stripes on his cheeks turning jagged as she stared up at him, stroking him through his clothing. "Kagome—"
"Don't tease, Sesshoumaru. Give me exactly what I deserve." Her voice was low, full of heated promise as she squeezed. "Please."
The rest of her undergarments ended up in pieces on the forest floor.
Flesh against flesh, he ground against her, trying to reign in the beast, but she refused to let him, writhing against his cock as she pulled him closer. His name spilled out of her mouth like an addiction, both of them gasping when the head slipped inside her.
She finally stilled, as if she'd come back to reality, her ankles locked at the small of his back, and Sesshoumaru nearly whimpered at the thought of her pulling away.
But the request never came.
He heard her suck in a breath, and then she was sliding down, muscles yielding around each searing inch. She forced herself down to the hilt, nails digging into his shoulders. Sesshoumaru managed to keep still until she clenched, the beast taking hold as his hips snapped forward.
Kagome cried out, the encouraging sound echoing around them, and he thrust forward again, claws digging into her skin. The evening was warm, but it was nothing compared to the heat between them, fangs elongating as his breath became laboured.
"You're holding back," she accused, muscles clenching again. "Don't. Please. Give me all of it."
He snarled, hooking his arms under her legs and pinning her against the tree, slamming into her over and over. He willed himself to slow down, worried he was hurting her, but Kagome's moans only increased, thighs slick with her arousal.
He lowered his head, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, tongue teasing her nipple before he bit down. She arched hard, grabbing at his head as an orgasm washed over her, Sesshoumaru immediately yanking her off the tree and shoving her onto the ground.
He was on her before she could recover, grabbing her hips and shoving into her from behind, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Kagome clawed at the ground, face buried in the grass as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with one of her own.
They were still half-dressed, robes tangled as skin slapped against each other, but neither cared, the coil in Sesshoumaru's stomach tightening.
She had denied him nothing, and though the nagging feeling of avarice was still present at the back of his mind, her words of giving her what she deserved drowned out any hesitation.
She wanted this just as badly as he did.
His name was on her lips again, and he leaned forward, focusing on how well their bodies fit together, claws pricking her hips and sending a jolt of pain through her. Muscles clamped down in him like a vice, her body seizing as instincts roared to do something more permanent, barely able to hold back.
Barely.
He managed two more thrusts before following her, white-hot bliss coursing through his veins. And as she lay gasping beneath him, one hand releasing her hip to steady himself, he felt her fingers wrap around his, uncaring of his claws.
They stayed like that for a moment, his chest pressed against her back, Kagome content to do nothing until a shiver roughened her skin. Slipping out of her, he gingerly got to his feet, trying not to sway.
"Is that it?" she asked, and Sesshoumaru wondered how she could keep her voice so level when her scent gave away so much more. "It's fine if it is, I just—"
"You require care," he said, cutting her off as he gathered their belongings, shouldering her bow before pulling her into his arms.
She gave him a curious look before biting her lip. "I can walk myself."
"Can you?" There was a slight tease to his tone, one side of his mouth pulling back to reveal an ivory fang when she blushed.
"Not all of us are all powerful daiyoukai like you," she groused, trying to fix the lapels of her yukata.
"I can assure you, Kagome, I am barely standing. You are quite thorough in your passion." He expected more embarrassment, but she just smiled up at him, her head leaning against his shoulder.
"I like it when you call me that."
He ran his fingers through her hair, blunted claws brushing her scalp, and Kagome shifted slightly, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him closer. She was pressed firmly against his side, her head in his lap as she dozed, mokomoko covering her naked form.
It had not taken long for their trip to the nearest hot spring to turn into a second round, Kagome climbing into his lap before riding him into oblivion. Sesshoumaru had never considered the position until then—youkai were about taking control, not giving it up—but her body had moved against his in an erotic dance, each roll of her hips dragging a moan from his lips.
He'd never climaxed so quickly in his life.
He should have recoiled in shame, but the expression on Kagome's face had been one of triumph, the combination of steam and sweat on her skin making her glow as she pulled him into a fierce kiss.
Did she realize how beautiful she was?
He'd been worried when she'd first fallen asleep, and he'd finally come out of his lust-filled stupor that he was no better than the rest of her pack. An obsession born out of curiosity. Or worse, a passing fancy.
But it was not to be. His body still burned for her, and only her need for rest kept them separated, though she'd initially tried to tell them sitting in his lap was comfortable enough. He'd scoffed as he'd washed her off, again, then wrapped her in his pelt, her eyes quickly dropping as she succumbed to sleep.
And she had initiated the tryst, she who had continuously begged him for more. How could he do anything but grant her request?
The edge of the blue kanzashi glinted in the sunlight as the first rays of dawn slid over the horizon, and Sesshoumaru settled back against the tree. He wouldn't have looked at it twice, but the sense of longing that radiated off the miko when she'd touched it had him returning to the village days later.
He'd considered clipping it into her hair while she slept, anticipating the look of surprise when she woke, but the thought of presenting it to her formally was much more satisfying.
She would know of his intentions.