Warmth grasped in steamy strands wrapping his body in film-like gauze. Sweat drops dribbled down the side of his cheeks to his chin and slipped into the crevice of his collar bone. A slight sheen could be seen in every indent of washboard abdominals. Strong thighs stood should width apart balancing his weight even when he was slightly lightheaded. He stretched his neck to one side feeling creepy hands trace the lines of his hips curving up, over, and then down again. A soft kiss was placed on the roundness of his shoulder. A slick tongue slid its winding way along to his neck teetering on the edge of going down his chest. The naughty appendage swirled at the junction of his neck and shoulder before removing itself from his skin. Silky hands ran down the fronts of his thighs, but soon were searching and massaging upwards. A playful finger tip ran around his navel raising the tiny hairs leading down in a happy trail to his hardened member.
A seductive chuckle whispered across his muscled shoulder blades as arms wrapped snugly around his waist. Her nose delved into the damp strands of his long silver hair. His eyes narrowed and he leaned back pushing her full breasts against his back. Her head stopped below his collar bone, so small and thin compared to his broader form.
Sesshoumaru disengaged himself from her embrace not missing the sound of confusion from her peach lips. He turned smoothly running his hands down from under her arms down to her hips. In one swift motion, Sesshoumaru's hands lifted the petite vixen off the ground. He let out a pleased growl when her legs opened immediately to clutch at his sides. He swept her hair, now curling naturally due to the moistness of the air, from falling around her to neatly cascade behind her back. He moved their conjoined bodies to the tiled wall of the sauna; she arched off it almost immediately after it braced her skin. He grinded against her sensitive folds harshly, savoring the mewling deep in her throat. The velvet of his erection moved between the layers to hit that secret pearl. Kagome impacted his chest roughly, the pert nipples adding a pleasurable friction to the hardened steel of his chest.
Kagome didn't resist him when he set her up against the wall once again. In fact she placed both hands on either shoulder lifting herself. Kagome closed her eyes as she slowly sank onto his wet, hardened length. Kagome pushed back off the wall making him support them both fully. Of course he could do it, it was just very tiring.
Sesshoumaru grunted. His legs were already slightly shaky from the intensity of her deliberately sluggish movements. However it was well worth it as his flexible partner reached her hands back over her head. She ran them down the walls showing off her rubber band body and to expose the soft underside of her bouncing breasts. Kagome arched her neck fully back, her stomach muscles keeping her supported as well as the balance added by her finger tips on the wall. She was just about to relax totally into her position, but jerked upwards when she felt a tepid tongue heat the seam of her breasts and ribs. Kagome lifted up to face the golden-eyed male; her face slightly rose from her dip backwards. Kagome experimentally rotated her hips in a circle and rolled them loving the grunts her lover was creating.
Large hands gripped at the skin on her hips raising her up before forcefully thrusting her back down. He cupped her ass, hastening their dance to the release only they could give each other. Kagome moaned throwing back her head as the frenzy drew her to the extreme. Sanity was lost in that one moment just before the approaching cliff. The lubricated instruments of pure lust strung them closely together, the coils tightening ever more.
"Harder…" Her voice was strained and slightly coarse.
Sesshoumaru groaned softly. A hand reached up to rub his sore neck. Sleep blurred eyes blinked into focus. There was a tense pulsing between his thighs. His bangs leaned away from his forehead as he glanced down. There before his eyes was a large bulge stretching his form-fitting pants. Sesshoumaru rested his head against the back of his chair. A tight sigh escaped thinned lips.
This does not bode well.-
In the past, such dreams would torment him, but the female was always faceless. So Sesshoumaru would just seek out someone for a one night stand, at her place of course. The build up of sexual tension would be released and life for Takarashi Sesshoumaru would go on. This time though was quite different. Not only was there a specific person, but it was obvious that his body reacted to her like it hadn't to others. Sesshoumaru wanted to please her, here those tantalizing moans and pleads to go faster, harder. He wanted her, this child barely a woman, but unlike in the past this one would not be so easy to walk away from. First of all, she knew where he lived, worked in his associate's company, but was emotionally attached to his daughter.
No- it wouldn't work. Sesshoumaru shook his head. There would be too many complications. Kagome was emotional and at times naïve. She would certainly take it the wrong way; Sesshoumaru didn't need anymore burdens, especially a relationship as of now. His company was soon to be merging with Hamasaki and Inuyasha's wedding was approaching in the near future. Sesshoumaru padded off to a much needed shower, it was after all below him to release the need himself.
Sango's Apartment
"Iie...Miroku, iie."
Sango rolled over from her prone position on her stomach to her back. Cinnamon eyes stared up at the ceiling silently counting the glow-in-the-dark stars she stuck up there for no real reason other than to bug the hell out of Kagome. She could only sleep in complete darkness, so even the star's soft glow irritated her. She had been staying over for a few days because she was painting her apartment. The fumes were intoxicating and one shouldn't sleep in the place.
Now Kagome could have slept in her living room, but the apartment had been brand new and the room she chose as a bedroom was actually the office. She left the bigger space for what Sango would find was her art room. Anyways, the last owner had removed the door so they wouldn't have to bother opening or closing the thing. So, the paint's odor baited the whole apartment. It was nearly unbearable and Sango couldn't blame Kagome, but eventually the door was replaced. Kagome was just lazy getting around to it because it really wasn't necessary, she was the only one living there after all.
Kagome had stated during the first night, when Sango left the windows uncovered, that she couldn't sleep because of the light post outside. Sango had shaded the window, but imagine Kagome's distress when she came in the next night to find the ceiling covered in shining plastic stars. Least to say the poor girl slept out in the living room instead of sharing Sango's spacious bed.
Sango snapped back from her thoughts at the words that passed across the phone line to her. Who did he think he was? She spent one night with her and he acts like they'd been dating for several months.
"Miroku! If only I could smack you, you wouldn't ever wake up!"
"But...my dearest…"
"Dearest my ASS! Can't you leave it alone for just one minute!"
Sango then hung up the phone; this one was corded and had been pulled from her night stand to lie on her bed. She savored the silence. Miroku had been bugging her about a date for the past hour. It wasn't like she hated the attention, but it was wearing on her nerves. She could…just go see him. Maybe for coffee, but was she really up for getting groped for the next hour or two?
The woman groaned covering her head with a nearby pillow. She slammed her hand down on the bed and yelled her frustration. The phone had begun ringing once again after only a minute.
"Damn it all…I knew it was too good to be true. That stupid idiot was counting."
However, a small smile appeared on her face under the shadow of her pillow. Soon a hand stuck out to lift the receiver from its base once again.
With Kikyo
"Things are going smoothly, I assume?"
"Hai, Naraku."
The man clenched his fist from its place on his thigh. His legs remained crossed in his grey suit slacks. His matching jacket was thrown over the back on the couch of her currently sitting on. His long hair was left loose and spilled around his shoulders in seductively curling masses.
"Kikyo, do not forget who is master."
Kikyo bowed her head, more in shame than respect. Her straight cut bangs shaded her dark eyes. Her mouth set in a firm line as she approached the male on the couch. Kikyo kneeled in front of this repulsive man. She'd wanted so much to break this hold Naraku had over her. Despite her arrogance and brave front, he really did worry her. Now she saw it was hopeless, she would never get away from him. She'd made a deal with the devil and Kikyo was bound by pain and lust.
Kikyo was the one to break it off with Inuyasha. She moved to Europe hoping to start a new life, to forget him. She had already been promised to another without her knowing. After she found, she broke up with her love, Inu-kun. Her father had come to visit her only to find her in a puddle of despair. No matter where she went golden eyes and silver soft hair would not leave her heart. Her father was a kind-hearted man with a stone face. His aged eyes had been wet at the sight of his daughter's depressed face.
When he left that apartment, his only parting words were to go back to Japan and her abandoned love. He had said he would break off her engagement. Her father smiled as he said, "An alliance with the Takarashi family is more beneficial." That wasn't his true reason, but it was good enough for her. He hadn't broken the agreement before because of his honor, but Kikyo knew that the happiness of his eldest meant much more to him. If only her father could see her now, the honorable Hamasaki would surely be disgraced by his eldest daughter.
However, when she returned, she found that her Inuyasha was dating another. The girl was an imposter with a face much too similar to her own. Her heart had broken, but also enraged. Upon turning from the scene she felt a silky voice whisper in her ear speaking of revenge. Her eyes had narrowed watching the two eat a picnic while Inuyasha played on the acoustic guitar. That music, his words were meant for her. Only her.
Those thoughts had been her downfall. She had been intent on hurting Inuyasha and that girl of his. First he stole the male back, stepping on Kagome, as she learned that that was her name, and crushing her heart. Naraku had yet to fulfill his end of the bargain. He promised to completely destroy her spirit, leaving her like the living dead. The girl would survive, but she would be dead inside, just as Kikyo had felt. She had given Inuyasha a gift upon her return, cologne Naraku had said would draw up old demons for Kagome.
Now though, Kikyo was having second doubts. She always had Inuyasha's heart, his pure love still living for her. Kagome had only been a replacement, for some reason that pained and comforted her at the same time. Over the past few months, Kikyo's opinion of the girl had changed. She had a chance at the Christmas Gala to cause more trouble and make Inuyasha feel guilty for his choice, but instead she had renewed their friendship. After all of Kikyo's harsh words and actions against someone she barely knew, the girl had offered her a small smile in hopes of a truce. She didn't deserve this, but Naraku had threatened her. He said he would reveal to Inuyasha that she had cheated on him once when they dated the first time. Kikyo didn't know how he found out about it, but he also said he would let Inuyasha be aware of Kikyo's dark need of revenge.
At first yes, Kikyo had wanted to date and hurt Inuyasha again for being able to love another so easily when she had been in pain. It was selfish and this knowledge would shatter Inuyasha's perfect image of her. That wasn't what she wanted; Kikyo didn't want to hurt him anymore. So she hurt herself instead, torturing herself just like she was now. Never in her life had she felt as dirty and disgusting as she did now.
A hand fell on the crown of her hand pushing the hard erection further into her mouth. Kikyo braced her hands on Naraku's thighs, clenching her hands on the fabric covering them. He came inside her mouth and Kikyo swallowed all that she could. A few milky white drops fell on her chin, but were quickly wiped away by a pale-skinned hand. Naraku's eyes glinted in the shadow that over fell the couch, darkening his features. His ruby red eyes and dilated pupils glimmered in the gloom as the finger was licked clean by his tongue.
Kikyo grimaced inside, but her outward features remained impassive from her position between his legs. His now placid member was growing hard once again, as Naraku lowered a hand to cup her breast squeezing and massaging.
"Come here, my pet."
"Hai…master."
Kikyo's voice was drone-like and unemotional. The tone could have challenged the mighty Sesshoumaru, but it only caused a larger smirk to grace Naraku's handsome face. He pulled her to straddle his lap. His nose buried at the junction of her neck and shoulder. He breathed in deeply.
"You'll never escape me, Kikyo."
All feeling left her body, leaving her cold.
Oh I am so good! I actually started this yesterday as I had planned. Half of it was already finished, so you all get this like ten hours in advance. Anyways- three more updates this week, is everyone looking forward to it? So I bet you all thought, when I put the title as 'Into Her World,' that I was talking about Kagome instead of Kikyo. Were you fooled?
A small note for LtSonya: My email is working, sort of. I can read my mail, but I can't respond. It's so stupid, I don't get it. pulls out hair But don't worry; I got your wonderful review. Thank you by the way.
Thanks to all of my other reviewers as well. I don't want to put all of my responses at the end of this chapter, kind of wastes space I think, but if I get any questions I'll be sure to clarify them in my A/N's. I just love getting to know my reviewers. -
