NOTE: Definitely AU. Some episode spoilers. Sango has joined the group. They've met Rin, Sesshoumaru's ward. Things are tense between InuYasha and Sesshoumaru. Naraku is still on the loose.

NOTE: I've used japanese and english terms intermittantly. I'll probably post a glossary or reedit the file some point in the future but right now I'm impatient to get the fic up for reviews so enjoy!!

AN: WARNING!! WARNING!! Smut Alert. The wedding night

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~*~ With Love ~*~

Sesshoumaru stifled the urge to pick up his mate and run. It wouldn't do for the Great Lord of the Western Lands to display such haste. His blood was boiling with the urge to take his new mate, to take her time and time again until he was imprinted in her body as he was in her soul. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. He felt her hand tighten around his. He glanced down at her concerned and his breath caught at the answering heat in her blue eyes.

"I feel the same way," Kagome whispered softly.

And she did. She could feel her thighs moving slickly against each other from her own wetness. Pink suffused her face. A soft involuntary moan escaped her lips at the surge of sensation from between her legs.

Amber eyes heated as the scent of her overcame the layers of scented fabric and overcame his control. Once they were on the terrace away from prying eyes, he picked her up wrapping one arm under her shoulders and the other behind her knees and ran at full speed, without a word of warning. One jump and they were on the balcony of the main bedroom of the guest-house. Hiroshi had insisted on it saying the formal blood mating of soul-bonded could be quite dramatic and destructive. Sesshoumaru did not understand what the bear-youkai had meant but felt that he was going to find out. If he could maintain enough control to keep from going totally feral and hurting Kagome... Somehow she sensed his worries.

A small hand cupped his cheek as moist lips parted to whisper into one pointed ear.

"Don't control yourself," she hissed. It was no lie; her heart beat fast but steady. "I want you Maru. All of you!" It was a demand, a statement of possessive claim. In other circumstances Sesshoumaru would respond with disdain iced with cool hauteur, but not here. His blood burned at the silent threat, the promise of pain-edged pleasure from that oh-so-prim mouth. Heat slipped into cool gold eyes.

"And I want all of you Kagome." He hissed her name silkily emphasizing each syllable.

Kagome shivered and clenched her hand in the silvery hair as he allowed her feet to touch the floor. She swayed unable to control her body; every nerve ached for the sensation of him, his touch, his scent, his voice, his taste. She moaned.

A knowing gleam entered the much loved amber eyes.

"You want me."

She hissed angrily, very much like a wet cat.

"Yessss."

Her pride demanded she make a stand but her body rebelled. She made no move to hinder the experienced hands that stripped every bit of clothing and adornment from her. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he removed the ivory combs holding her hair. Black tresses spilled over creamy shoulders and down her slim back. She moaned as he lightly brushed the back of his hands over her breasts. Fire burned from the sensitive aureoles to the damp, fragrant place between her thighs. She swayed involuntarily towards him.

Unable to resist he bent down and captured her mouth with his weaving the fingers of one hand in long black hair at the nape of her neck. She moaned even as the strong fingers massaged her scalp deftly as he maneuvered her into the room. She was only aware of the taste of him on her lips and the spicy scent of him surrounding her.

Her knees hit the edge of the raised bed and she fell backwards atop the cotton coverlets.

He stopped at the seductive sight of her sprawled before him, breasts heaving, the dilated heated blue eyes, the aroma of her desire drifting from the dark triangle at the top of her legs. Sesshoumaru had to restrain the instinct to pounce on her.

Her breath caught in her throat at the tension. Slowly she raised herself up on her elbows, arching towards him, shifting her thighs apart. A sultry gleam darkened blue eyes as Kagome gave into a small demanding voice. Her breath caught as she caressed breasts, pinching, teasing the rose peaks. She shifted at the sensation, satisfying but not as much as the ones from his touch.

Sesshoumaru stilled entranced at the sight of Kagome pleasuring herself. Then jealousy struck. Without care he discarded the pelt across one shoulder and the layers of kimonos and pounced. One hand tilting her head up to his hard, possessive kiss. She responded to it wholeheartedly, abandoning her self-pleasure to wrap her arms around his neck. The other hand wandered down the slim lithe body to where he longed to be.

Two long fingers parted the slick sensitive lips shielding her core and slipped into the hot silken channel. He hissed as her inner muscles tightened around his fingers. His cock hardened at the thought of being inside her. He had spent several nights with her in a futile attempt to sate himself on his body; each morning he woke, his body still humming with the desire to possess her anew.

Kagome arched whimpering as he lifted his mouth from hers. Dazed blue eyes opened seeking reassurance of his continued need of her.

"Cum for me," he ordered her in familiar silken tones. The sharp edge of his claw ran over the sensitive nubbin of tissue above the clenching opening.

Black pupils dilated until they were surrounded by a thin ring of blue. All she was aware of was the building sensation between her thighs. She tightened her legs around his hand in a futile attempt to make him stop, to catch her breath, to allow her body to respond to the desire. He didn't let up. He dragged her response from her willing body, every breath, every moan, every gasp, every cry, every spasm, every arch, every motion. He watched her fall over the edge time and time again, muscles clenching from the overly sensitized nerve-endings. His hand was covered with her fluids. Carefully he removed the fingers from the spasming channel and sniffed the fingers; flowers, fruits and musk. Experimentally he licked the moisture; salty with a citrusy flavor.

Blue eyes followed his actions. Strangely it did not embarrass her - youkai were more in touch with their animalistic desires and felt no shame or desire to hide. Kagome reveled in the freedom to show what she felt. She reached out and brought his hand to her mouth and proceeded to lick her fluids from his fingers. She felt him stiffen then relax to enjoy the sensations from her actions. When she was finished she placed that hand against her heart sandwiching it between her torso and hands.

Her eyes were gentle as she met his heated gaze. He had taken the edge off her desire but her blood still yearned for him.

"Take me." Her voice was husky with desire she made no attempt to hide.

The flames came to life. A deft move and the hakama slipped to the floor. Without hesitation he knelt between her thighs and came down upon her bracing on hands planted on the sheets on either side of her head.

Kagome hissed as she felt his hardness penetrate the moist warmth between her thighs. It hurt, in a good way. She welcomed the pain of stretched tissue and pulled muscles as her body strained to accommodate his. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation; the hard thrust of his body against her, within her. The tension built as though she hadn't climaxed just minutes before.

Blue eyes opened. She could see the solid leash Sesshoumaru had on his instincts. The slight tremor, the clenching of his jaw, the faint glow under his skin. Anger overrode the pleasure. Who was he to have all the control? An angry hiss escaped clenched teeth as Kagome reached up and twisted one hand in platinum tresses. Without compunction she pulled, dragging his face down to the mattress.

Sesshoumaru hissed at the pain. He managed to avoid smashing his chin on her forehead. The scent of jasmine rose from the cloud of raven hair infusing his sense of smell.

Kagome didn't think twice about her action. Sharp white teeth sank into the smoothly muscled ivory flesh above his collarbone.

A sharp insignificant hurt at his shoulder. The feel of teeth clenching into his shoulder, sucking to taste blood and sweat. An oval face looking up at him with feral demand, blue eyes glittering with challenge, red staining the full mouth. The tip of a pink tongue darting out to swallow the blood she had drawn.

Sesshoumaru lost control.

All she was aware of was the reality of his cock in her sheath, his hips against hers, the thrusts between her thighs, the edged pain of fangs and claws drawing blood, the strength in the slim hands that held her down and open to him long after she was more than ready to curl into a fetal ball or faint. He pushed her senses well past their limits but for some reason he did not want her to climax, not yet... He wanted her to scream for him.

Kagome was faintly aware of a haze around the bed. A haze that expanded from his markings, new and old, from her own facial markings. It reminded her of the miko purifying energy that surged from her when she was threatened. But this was different, she wanted him to lose control, to take her like a bitch, like his bitch.

As though he read her mind the tai-youkai pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. Her soft cry of protest was ignored as he raised her hips up tucking her knees underneath her. Her attempts to raise herself were stopped by the weight of his hand between her shoulder blades. Before she could string together a coherent protest he was within her.

All thoughts were driven out of her mind by the sensation of the long thick cock pistoning into her, the slap of his balls against her, the abrasion of her nipples against the sheets. Her nails dug into the cotton sheets. She wanted to draw blood, his blood. Her teeth sank into her full lower lip. It wasn't enough.

Sharp fangs sank into her shoulder. Kagome screamed as every nerve ignited. Her body betrayed her going into a series of convulsions. She felt him lose control of his own body slumping heavily against her, trapping her under his body. She did not mind.

Sesshoumaru tried to brace himself off her but failed. His body was trembling. He couldn't believe it. He, a blooded tai-youkai, was utterly exhausted after one bout with his new mate, a ningen miko who had matched him every step of the way. He tried to move off her. The soft sounds of protest stopped him. Some shifting resulted in them spooning, Kagome's back pressed against his front.

"If it is going to be like this every night I'm not going to last a month. I'm going to have to sleep in every morning just to recover."

Sesshoumaru couldn't help it. He laughed.

Kagome turned in his embrace. He was laughing at her inexperience. Incensed, she hit him with a clenched fist.

"Stop that baka! You sound like a buffoon!"

He just kept laughing. It had been so long since Sesshoumaru had felt a humorous response he felt secure in displaying.

"Maru! Stop laughing baka!"

It didn't stop him. After a few seconds Kagome could see the untainted honest humor in the golden eyes.

"Oh all right! Keep laughing!" Kagome grumbled angrily.

The guffaws subsided into chuckles that died out as he wrapped his arms about her to trap her securely against him, within the protection of his embrace before falling asleep.

"Gods, I'm going to be so sore tomorrow!" Kagome wailed as she winced shifting slightly.

He opened one eye. "You shouldn't have bit me." He replied in soft slightly ragged tones. Sesshoumaru was having a hard time believing the reality: he lost control, hurt his mate taking her as his instincts demanded, and she wasn't screaming. Unconsciously his hand stroked her sweat soaked hair running clawed fingers through the tangled tresses. After some seconds he stilled. "Promise me you will never leave."

"I won't."

He resumed his caresses but she could still feel the reserve. Kagome could almost hear the sounds of doors slamming and barriers coming up. She twisted in his embrace and cupped his face in both hands to force him to meet her gaze.

"I love you Maru-chan. I will never leave you. There is nothing you can do that will scare me or make me hate you."

He blinked a few times as he absorbed her words before wrapping his form around her, fitting her against him, under him.

Kagome sighed at the reassuring sound of his heartbeat under her ear, the warmth of the hard body against and around hers and allowed herself to sleep. She was with Sesshoumaru, her husband, nothing could hurt her.

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TBC...

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AN: And now what? Wait and see...

Please review, no flames though..

--Sarhea