Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.
I am really sorry bout the cliffy… I had to leave for a school camp so didn't have time to type. Wow! 5 chapters and 100 over reviews, this is like so cool…well on with the story!
Some reviewers' response:
Krisness: from where I come from, you can't get harlequin novels if you are under 18. (Ya I'm below 18…) You can only get those lame stories where they don't give any details.
Chibi Akinasan: I think it was just an error, the repeating…
sesshoumaruis4me: I read a lot of lemons on fanfiction. I have started since I was quite young I think…Practice is good. Before I started this fic, I was only thinking and putting my ideas on paper, never dared to show in public. I only wrote this fic because I suddenly had this weird dream bout this story, was so vivid…
Chapter 6: The Finale
"You're mine," Sesshoumaru said. " You always have been." And then he took her, feeling her tense at the powerful thrust that drove him into the depths of her body. He could feel him stretching her, forcing himself pat her maidenhead, but it was too late to stop. His mind emptied. His kiss muffled the soft gasp she gave. Sesshoumaru held himself still, feeling the pulse of his sex sheathed warmly within her, and he began whispering to her, gentling her, stroking. " Kagome… hold me…"
"Sesshoumaru…" Kagome buried her head against his neck, her fingers clinging tensely against his shoulders. He was within her and the pain was like burning steel, yet his broad chest offered a strange security and comfort. He had made her his, and at this moment, she needed his warm strength and assurance.
"Hold me, Kagome, the pain will fade…"He began to move again, and he was encompasses and embraced fully, accepted by her sweet giving heat. He drove deeper and deeper, whispering her back into his tumultuous rhythm, feeling again the sensous undulations beneath him.
Red and black exploded in his mind. Beautiful stars, exploding in rapid fire across the heavens of his mind. The passion he had torture himself to contain, swept through him in wave after wave of hungry need. Control was lost, and deep within her, he demanded and devoured. Tempest-swept, he kissed her lips, and then her breasts and then her lips again, thirsting and shuddering and straining himself, no longer aware of anything but the female he conquered and surrendered to in turn.
He knew that her slender legs wrapped around him, that her breasts pressed to his chest, arched to his lips, and he knew that she soared with him in the world that was red and black and blazing light. Then Kagome screamed, a cry echoing with his own groan of ultimate release and triumphant, shuddering, volatile rapture.
Sesshoumaru did not release her, but stayed within her as the world slowly took on its proper proportions again. Then he left her slowly, savoring even the wonderful sensation of withdrawal.
He had intended to hold her, to speak softly, but his words froze as he watched her. Her eyes were closed, her flesh covered in a fine and glistening sheen of perspiration. Kagome didn't move, except to shift her thighs together. Again, he started to speak, then scowled, abruptly changing his mind. She shied away from him, and his anger grew as he thought Kagome was turning away from him in shame( but little did he knew…) even after he had gently, carefully and thoroughly prepared her for their first lovemaking. Even after she had enjoyed her first experience after the initial pain, giving as well as receiving, soaring to the peak.
At least, he consoled himself bitterly, she was his. He had felt a base and a very male pleasure in the moment of pain he had caused her and the smear of blood upon them both. He would have killed if he had been betrayed.
He scowled again, looking at the sculpted lines of Kagome's back. He was sure she cried silently. Rage rose within him, then confusion, and then fury with himself. He had not taken her, he had cherished her. He had not merely fulfilled his need.
Kikyo…
He had forgotten about Kikyo when with her. He had forgotten his promise about not touching another female. But he had make love to the little maiden who despised him for this marriage. He had given as fully of himself as he had ever give and Kagome had turned from him to cry.
Confusion and rage and heartache swelled within him and the ice that blanketed his heart returned to his eyes.
Sesshoumaru got up from the futon. He stood and stared at her, his powerful hands gripped in fists at his side. Anger and confusion seized him again, and he inwardly railed at the torment that assailed him.
Then he pulled a pair hakama, threw on his haori, pulled on his boots and exited the chamber, slamming the shoji door behind him. Leaving his mate lying on the futon, still dazed after her first lovemaking…
Author's note:
1) Mentioned Kikyo in this story as I wanted Sesshoumaru to have a haunted past, to make the story have more of a plot. Kikyo had toyed with Sesshoumaru when he was young and betrayed him for Inuyasha so he swore never to care for any female again.
2) Kagome wasn't crying, she was just too dazed and a little embarrassed so Sesshoumaru had mistaken it for shame.
3) Do you all still want me to continue with this
story? The rest of the chapters will probably be more emotional and
showing the progress of the relationship between
Fluffy-sama and Kagome.
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