Lessons Learned
Author: Shortey 83
Chapter 32 - Reacquainted
Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha or Skyrim
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A weight across her back as she attempted to turn in her sleep roused her. Knowing it was still early after her eyes cracked open briefly, Takara yawned and buried her face back into the soft furry pillow-
She froze as it dawned on her that her pillow was not, in fact, furry.
Doing a quick physical assessment of her situation without opening her eyes, she could feel a strong arm holding her tightly as her hand rested on a strong chest, and one of her legs draped across a muscular thigh.
Uh-oh... She thought, memories of rushing into Sesshomaru's arms and clinging to him like a frightened child. Takara cracked one eye open slightly to see if he was asleep or not, a silent sigh of relief escaping her upon finding his eyes closed. Now to get back to my room...
She shifted slightly and felt his arm loosen, his hand falling from her waist to the small of her back. Careful not to move too quickly or touch him in any additional spots, Takara slowly lifted her upper half up until she was almost able to sit up. She watched as his chest rose with a deep breath as her leg lifted off his.
I'm gonna make it." She thought as she no longer touched him.
At least, that was what she thought until a sudden, sharp pinch to her butt cheek forced a startled yelp from her.
She jumped forward, onto Sesshomaru looking back to try and see what bit her, only to feel Sesshomaru's body shaking with quiet laughter.
Takara looked up to see those molten honey, half lidded eyes and her heart did yet another flip flop. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, looking more like a god than a demon.
"Uh - just... just uh-" she tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out, not while those entrancing amber eyes had her in their sight.
She tried to sit up, and he allowed it, but not before a hand grabbed each of her legs and pulled them until they rested on either side of his hips. A flush stained her face, spreading down her neck as she realized her position, but couldn't adjust it, each of hands gripping a buttock, holding her in place.
Her hands resting on his chest to steady herself, Takara felt her flush go burgundy as he gently ground his hips into her intimate flesh, revealing his virility.
"The correct answer, my treasure, would be 'nowhere'."
She didn't agree with him or make to argue. Instead, she trembled as she felt one of his hands tug free the bottom hem of her yukata, sliding up her bare thigh until it could resume its' previous grip, but against her bare flesh. Her heart hammering in nervous anticipation, she felt his other hand do the same.
She didn't resist, even as one of his hands drifted back down, sliding his fingers until they traced the crease of her intimate flesh. Takara trembled, but not in fear.
Sesshomaru, it seemed, needed no further encouragement as he moved quickly, flipping their positions until she was on her back, and his hips remained nestled between her velvety soft thighs.
Nervous apprehension lit her eyes, and to Sesshomaru, it resembled fear too closely. That wouldn't do. Releasing his grip on her rear, Sesshomaru used one hand to shackle her wrists, gently pushing them above her head, while the other played with the tie to her yukata. He deftly worked the knot loose with his free hand but paused as he watched the rapid rise and fall her chest beneath the thin sheet of fabric.
Her sapphire eyes still shone with a hint of uncertainty, but it had been too long since he had felt the warm, welcome of his mate's body for him to release her. He would take away her fear and then he would take his pleasure.
He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that he had only teased her with the previous day. He made to conquer her mouth and like the submissive mate she was, she surrendered. Takara allowed him to plunder her mouth, but her hands fought to be free. He gave into her wordless request and released them. Immediately they went to his head, but they didn't move to pull him away. Instead they pulled his head tighter against hers and he felt her move until her legs spread wide to better accommodate his hips.
She wanted him.
He beast howled in triumph and anticipation.
The hand that had untied her obi slipped between its' folds until his sword roughened hands slid across her delicately soft flesh. Sesshomaru felt her tremble at his touch and released her mouth as she broke away to catch her breath. Slowly, he kissed, nipped, and licked his way down her throat.
Finally, as he made his way to her mating mark, a sound he had missed, rang lightly in his ears. A soft, breathy gasp turned into a moan as his mouth closed over the long-healed scar.
With one arm holding his weight off of her, he allowed the other to reacquaint itself with her body, gripping a breast in one hand, kneading it softly before pinching the stiff peak between his fingers, enhancing the moans coming from his mate. It seemed her breasts were even more sensitive in her pregnancy than they were before.
I wonder what else is more sensitive... He thought, lifting off her enough to allow his free hand to roam even lower until his fingers were greeted by the slippery, silky wetness of her sex. Sesshomaru wasted no time, coating his fingers in her fluids before slipping two of them into her depths, allowing his thumb to come to rest on the little bundle of nerves outside.
He felt her fingers tangle in his hair, threatening wordlessly to rip it out from the root when her body jerked as if electricity ran through it. Gently, he moved from the cradle of her thighs to lay beside her, moving his mouth from her mating mark back to capture her mouth while an arm slid under her shoulders to press her body to his. After adjusting his position, he removed his fingers from her sex, enjoying the whimper that escaped her at their loss.
"Don't worry, Takara," he told her as he broke their kiss, looking down her body as he used his free hand to spread her legs wide, hooking the one closest to him over his legs. "You have been denied pleasure for too long for me to withhold it from you anymore." His hand returned to her sex, the contact making her body to jolt.
Takara trembled beneath Sesshomaru's hands, the foreign yet familiar feeling of something penetrating her secret flesh proved too much to bare as she tried to close her legs against the overwhelming flood of sensation. She broke his kiss to catch her breath while trying to control the pleasure running rampant through her body.
"Open for me, my treasure" his silky voice rumbled in her ear, growling excitedly as she fought to close her thighs against the sensations.
"Too much..." Takara gasped, unable to form a complete sentence in response, releasing his silver hair to grip the front of his haori. She wasn't sure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
He removed his hand abruptly in response and Takara whimpered her disappointment. "Now, open for me, Takara." He growled, and she complied, spreading her thighs wide for him once more.
She wasn't sure what she expected from him, but it certainly wasn't the crack of his large hand against her exposed sex.
The tiny sparks of pain only added to her pleasure as the heel of his hand made sharp contact with the tiny, fleshy bundle of nerves. Her back arched as her sex spasmed in pleasure, aching to be filled.
"Good girl," he growled in her ear, licking the delicate flesh just under it.
Takara's hands twisted in the silk of his haori, frustrated she couldn't feel his skin. She released her hold on the beautiful white silk and went to the tie of his haori, her fingers fumbling to untie the knot, but she eventually succeeded. She slipped her hands between the folds of silk until warm, smooth flesh over iron muscle met her fingertips. The thunder of his growls vibrated in his chest as she pushed away the cloth in order to press her flesh to his.
She marveled at the smooth, pale flesh before her, but it wasn't enough. She was greedy for more.
Part of her was surprised at her boldness, but it was only a small part of her. She slid her hands down the rippling muscles of his abdomen and went for the tie of his hakama.
Takara no longer allowed her mind to guide her actions. It may not have remembered Sesshomaru, but her body did. She could feel how empty sex felt, his fingers not enough to quell the storm raging through her. She needed more.
More boldly than she expected herself to be, as soon as the knot was undone, Takara pushed the fabric down Sesshomaru's hips until she was able to grab his cock, freeing it from its' confines. The growls in his chest thundered loudly as she took a firm hold on him, dragging her hand up the length of velvet covered steel and back down several times.
She adjusted herself, turning on her side until she faced him fully before she pushed against his chest, rolling him onto his back. Takara didn't bother to take her arms out the sleeves of her yukata as she hurriedly scrambled on top of him, desperate to feel his hard length inside her. Her hands trembled as she adjusted her position over him, her body desperate to relieve the aching emptiness between her thighs.
Takara lined his shaft up with her entrance, but before she could move, she felt his growl once more, but this time it was different, threatening. Her eyes moved to his and she trembled. His eyes had begun to glow red around their rim. "Takara..." he growled her name in a wordless challenge.
She didn't know how to respond to him, but she was desperate to relieve the sensation gnawing at her. He must not have expected her reply as it caused his growling to cease and the red to fade from his eyes.
"Please, Sesshomaru. I hurt."
He didn't respond with words but in action. He gripped her hip in one hand, while the other moved to hold his cock steady as it slipped between the slick folds of her sex.
Sesshomaru guided Takara down and she trembled as the plump head of his cock parted her quivering flesh, inch after glorious inch of him filling her until he could penetrate her no deeper, her body finally coming to rest on his.
She sat still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to something so large filling her completely, relishing the sensation of being so full.
Sesshomaru's hands moving to grasp her rear, a cheek in each hand, snapped her out of her spell and she flushed at her boldness, but she needed more. Adjusting her legs to rest on her knees, Takara leaned forward, resting her hand's on Sesshomaru's abdomen for leverage. Her eyes met his, and even as she flushed in embarrassment, she lifted herself up until only the head of his cock remained inside of her before she pressed back down.
A moan tore from her as his thick flesh rubbed against ever nerve ending in her sheath and there was no stopping her then. She rode him fast and hard, the blunt head of him hitting her deepest wall of her womb each time she descended on him. Her weak human fingernails dug into his perfect skin, but he made no complaints. Only vicious growls and the occasional groan escaped him as his hips lifted to meet hers. The wet sounds of their flesh meeting the only other sound in the quiet morning to accompany their chorus of gasps and moans.
Pleasure coiled within her, about to rush over, but she needed more. The hands on her rear pushed against her ever so slightly, adjusting her angle of penetration and she exploded pleasure washing over her as her sex spasmed in fulfillment, even as a sharp pain bit against her. His name left her lips in a cry of frenzy and she felt his flesh pulse within her before the warm flow of his seed filled her.
She panted as she came down from the high of her climax but found the sharp pain on her flesh still present and it was really beginning to hurt.
"Ow, ow, ow, Sesshomaru. Claws!"
"What?" he questioned, panting and possibly the least composed she had seen him.
"Claws, Sesshomaru! Claws in my butt!"
Instantly she felt him retract his claws as he released his grip and the pain faded slightly, but she knew she had to be bleeding. She could still feel the tiny, individual wounds from his claws, but instead of being upset, she grabbed his offending hands in hers, intertwining their fingers as she laughed.
Even Sesshomaru shook lightly with laughter for the second time that morning. "Apologies, my treasure."
"It's alright. We got a little carried away." She flushed as she felt him stir inside her but lifted up until he slid out of her depths, bringing a trail of their combined juices with him.
Before she could move again, he did, laying her on her stomach to examine her wounds. She giggled at the feeling of his tongue sliding across her wounds, even as her face flushed. "What are you doing?" she questioned when he wouldn't allow her to turn over.
"Be still. I am trying to heal these..."
"Claw marks?" She finished for him.
"Yes"
"On my butt." She added, falling into another fit of laughter, even as she yelped when he smacked the wounds he hadn't yet tended.
"Ridiculous woman." He growled.
Takara's laughter faded at his words. That sounded familiar, but it wasn't quite right. It was like the damn in her memory sprung a tiny leak and a fragment of a memory returned.
" 'Provocative woman'" She corrected him. She felt him pause at her words. "That's what you used to say, isn't it?"
"It is, my treasure. Do you remember your reply?"
She thought for a moment, trying to hold on to the memory that was trying so hard to slip away once again.
A memory of being wrapped in his fur while he sat cleaning his swords surfaced.
" 'Stingy demon'?" She questioned, and a soft growl escaped him.
"Yes, my treasure."
A smile lit her face as she turned her head to face where they had been before Sesshomaru attempted to turn her into a pin cushion and found he had left his fur there unprotected. Reaching out, she pulled the bundle of fluffy softness to her and buried her face in it.
It wasn't much longer until she felt no more pain on her backside and Sesshomaru ceased his ministrations. Even with her eye shut, she felt his body hovering over hers. She peeked an eye open to see his arm supporting his weight as he loomed over her. She turned her head to look back at him, his eyes glowing once more; not just red, but desire danced in them again.
"On your knees, Takara."
She trembled in anticipation but moved to do as he said when she felt his hand between her shoulders. "I said your knees, Takara. Not your hands."
Her heart raced as she assumed the position he had commanded of her. His large hands pulled hers to lie on either side of her head, shackling them in place with his larger hands as she felt his cock line up with her entrance, still slick with her juices and his seed.
"Mine..." he growled, before thrusting deep inside her, dragging a long moan from her lips. She lay still for him, momentarily frozen from sensation until pleasure began to gnaw at her once more and she shoved back against him.
"Mine..." he growled once more, this time more forcefully and Takara took the hint.
"Yours" she moaned as his thrusts became quicker and more powerful. For the third time, she felt her body racing towards climax when he released her arms, one hand lifting her to her hands, his mouth moving towards her mating mark. Where their bodies touched, she could feel an energy cracking against her skin, energizing the air around them. The sharp pain of his bite to the mark turned to violent pleasure as it forced her to rush headlong into another climax.
As the waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed, she felt a strange pressure pressing against the squeezing walls of her sex, until it finally dawned her that it was Sesshomaru's cock seemingly growing larger.
Almost as if he felt her surprise, she felt his jaw lock on her shoulder as an arm wrapped around her hips, holding her in place until the warm flood of his seed began to fill her.
"Sesshomaru?" she questioned. He didn't answer her to begin with, but he did release his hold on her shoulder, tending to the wound there until it no longer hurt. Takara tried to move her lower half away from him, but his grip on her hips held tight.
"Still, mate..." a deep growl came her response and she peeked over her shoulder to see his eyes had bled to a crimson red with the irises a turquoise blue. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that his demon side must've been in control. He had spoken to her about it a few times, but this was the first time since her return that she had encountered it.
Best to do as it says... She thought. She sank her front half down until she could bundle his fur into a makeshift cushion to prop her upper half on as she lowered it down to the futon, leaving her hind end raised. It wasn't the most comfortable position with his cock so large. It took her a moment to figure out what was happening and flushed as she realized what was going on.
Well, he is a dog demon. She thought. I guess I just didn't expect him to knot me like a dog. It's certainly not the most comfortable thing.
She placed a hand over his, gently and spread her thighs further apart until she was better able to accommodate his girth. He growled softly at her and his arm released her hips, allowing his big hand to rest gently on her lower abdomen. With surprising gentleness, he caressed her stomach, his growls fading into almost a soft purr.
"Yours," she whispered to him, pressing her hand to his as it came to a rest. The sound of his soft growls evened out as he continued to stroke her stomach with the utmost care.
Soon after, his hand left her stomach to stroke her back from mate mark to her lower back. As his hand drifted back to her mating mark, Takara gently took hold of it once more and he allowed her touch. Unable to reach him from their current position, she gently kissed the palm of his hand. "My Sesshomaru." She whispered to him. His growling ceased completely, and she worried she may have overstepped her bounds.
Takara didn't realize it, but with his answer, Sesshomaru, in the early morning of their quiet home, completely surrendered to his little mate.
"Your Sesshomaru."
Sesshomaru marveled from the confines of his mind. He marveled at the gentleness and care his demon side took while taking its' turn to reacquaint itself with its mate. He marveled at how understanding Takara was despite having no memories of their previous time bonding. Most importantly, he marveled at how easily Takara had got his demon side to submit to her, and most likely, she didn't even realize it.
She had claimed ownership of him by using his name in her declaration, and his demon had allowed her to do so. It had even acknowledged her ownership of him.
He watched as she smiled sweetly up at him through the blood red eyes of his demon and wondered what she was up to before she felt her tighten the slick muscles of her sex, squeezing him in the most delicious way. Pleasure raced up his spine and caused him to double over.
Tricky female. He laughed to himself. He wondered if Takara realized how sensitive his cock was while he had her tied to him. Probably not. He thought. Once her hand traveled to where they were connected, though, Sesshomaru knew it wouldn't be a secret much longer.
To be perfectly honest, he had expected her to be curious as human males didn't their females, but he did not expect her to take hold of his sack and massage it.
Little did Takara know, but as she gently toyed with Sesshomaru's heavy, throbbing sack, he was mentally cursing her innocence. If she wasn't aware of what she was doing to him, when her hands moved away to let her fingers toy with the area of his shaft just behind his knot, she soon became aware as he doubled over in a pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
Takara jumped in surprise when Sesshomaru fell over her, his hands landing on either side of her head and she starred at his face in amazement as his entire body trembled at her touch. Demon or not, Takara had never seen her husband lacking so much in composure.
I wonder... She thought, twisting her hand as she spread her thighs a bit more to slide a finger along the thick, throbbing vein on the underside of his painfully hard cock. Turning her cheek to rest it on the soft mass of fur that served as her pillow, Takara brought her other hand back to play with his sack while she slid a finger from her other hand along the throbbing vein that lead to the knot inside her.
No sooner did her finger graze the knot inside her sheath, Sesshomaru's sack tightened and pulsated in her palm. His hands curved into claws as he tore into the futon padding and he pressed his hips tighter to hers while a deadly growl escaped him, his fangs growing even longer.
"Easy," she crooned to him as one of his hands went to her hip, squeezing it. Almost on command, he released her hip and put his hand back in the futon. She marveled at how a new wave of his hot seed flooded her womb, but that didn't stop her from repeating her previous actions.
She would allow him to rest a few moments before she would start her torturous assault once more, milking him of his seed until it began to drip like thick honey from her sex to the futon.
"Mate..." he growled to her, but his growl wasn't one of authority, but almost pleading with her.
"My Sesshomaru," She told him again. Finally, his growling ceased, and an unfamiliar sound escaped him. Takara wondered if she had gone too far when he allowed his bulk to rest against her back and what she thought was a whine escape him. Inside her, she felt his knot begin to shrink and finally released her hold on him, removing her semen covered hands to allow him to rest.
"Your Sesshomaru" He panted and trembled as he lay across her back, his head resting on hers.
"My mate..." she told him, rubbing the back of her head against his throat.
His weight was beginning to be a little too much for her, Takara moved her hips. His knot hadn't finished completely, but she was able to pull it from her body without it being painful, bringing a thick, sticky trail of his essence with him.
Carefully he moved from overtop of her and collapsed, panting on his side. Feeling proud of herself, Takara pushed Sesshomaru's shoulder until he rolled on his back. She snuggled up to his side as they had been laying when she first woke, but this time, she stroked Sesshomaru, her finger tracing the lines muscles along his abdomen.
"Were you attempting to kill me, my treasure?" She heard him ask. Looking up, she could tell his eyes were closed but the stripes along the side of his face were no longer jagged, but smooth.
"No, I just wanted to make you feel good like you did for me." She answered, her face twisting in confusion. "Did I do something wrong?" She felt his silent laugh as she waited for her answer.
"Not at all, Takara. That was just... excruciatingly pleasurable."
She blinked up at him, trying to figure out how to take that. "Is that a good thing?"
Finally, he opened those molten honey eyes that stole her breath with their intensity. "A very good thing, My treasure."
A bright smile broke her face before a yawn escaped her. "Does that mean I can do it again?"
"I will need some time to recover, but yes, you may; perhaps not so soon, but eventually."
As she snuggled herself tighter to his side, Takara felt Sesshomaru wrap his arm around her and pull her tight against him. She reached up, grabbed his fur and draped it over their naked bodies. "Today seems like a good day to stay in bed." She yawned. She never heard a word of disagreement as she drifted off to sleep.