Lessons Learned
Author: Shortey 83
Chapter: 39 – Gifts
Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha or Skyrim!
Story Start:
While the servants tidied up their room, Takara joined Sesshomaru out in the garden just off the porch where he brought a few furs and pillows for her to sit on. It was cool in the early spring shade but sitting in the sun was warm enough for her to be comfortable. Despite her earlier panic attack, Sesshomaru also insisted that she not hold Kuromaru and leave him bundled and warm in his fur.
"I understand your desire to keep him close, I can feel it, My Treasure, but he is going to grow faster than a human child, so he will need to be self-sufficient sooner."
She couldn't argue with his logic, but her hormones could. "But that means he won't be a baby as long so I should hold him more… because I am selfish." Sitting behind her, Takara couldn't see him, but she heard that little inhaled laugh of his and could see his head shaking. "Besides," she added, "He's my first baby, so I think it's only natural to spoil him a little."
A sudden gust of wind had her shivering before being lightly jolted by the ground shaking. "If I know you, Vulombrii," a familiar booming voice came from her left. "The order of birth will mean nothing, and all of your children will be spoiled from your affection." Takara's smile broadened at Yolheimin's sudden arrival as he settled down at what she assumed was a safe and respectable distance for her husband's sake.
"I won't spoil them. I'm just going to love them… a lot."
The scarlet dragon chuckled, his massive head shaking back and forth. "If you say so, Vulombrii, and speaking of being spoiled, I have a gift for you." It was then she noticed, her dragon friend was holding an ornately carved wooden chest in his front claw. His head swiveled in her husband's direction, "May I approach?"
Takara could only assume he gave his approval once the dragon stood and took several large steps towards her and set the chest in front of her, careful to avoid setting it too close to the furry bundle containing the child.
The chest looked like it had been carved meticulously from tigerwood. Each of the visible side had a different carving of dragons and what she could only assume were the elements they represented. "Yolheimin, this is beautiful! Is this something you had stashed away in your hoard?"
"Something like that. I had some lumber stashed away in the back that I traded for several years ago, and it seemed a waste to let it return to dust. So, I figured it would be a suitable gift for you to celebrate the birth of your first child." He paused and glanced back at her husband. "I also hear that your memories have returned?"
Takara gave him a sorrowful nod, but before she could apologize for her lapse in memory, Yolheimin held up a claw to stop her. "There is no need to apologize. You endured quite the ordeal. It's only natural that you would suffer some sort of side effects." His head nodded to the chest. "However, the chest isn't the only gift. Open it."
Curious, Takara did as he instructed, her fingers brushing over the smooth, polished wood to the cool metal latches. She lifted them carefully and hefted the solid lid. Her breath left her lungs at the contents of the chest. Secured to the lid were two finely crafted swords, forged from dragon bones like her previous one that was lost in the battle before her memories were lost. She ran her fingers across the smooth flat part of the blades, admiring their incredible craftsmanship. The hilts of both swords were also forged of some black metal like her previous sword had been, except each of these had what looked like large sapphires crafted into the pommels.
Below on an inserted tray was a bow like hers, and upon closer inspection she found that it was her bow that she had lost in her fall with Sahloknir as well as her quiver with all twenty-four arrows in what looked to be perfect shape. Takara tried to resist the call to run her hands across the weapon, but she couldn't. It was the reason she had made it to her current world and the life she had with Sesshomaru. She quickly wiped away the few tears that fell and tried to get a lid on her emotions, but it seemed her hormones were not going to allow that to happen. "Where did you find it, Yolheimin?"
"I found it around where you and Sahloknir landed. I apologize for not finding your sword or armor, but the… landscape was altered quite a bit after you landed."
That was understandable. That battle between the other demon and Sesshomaru's father had been intense and she didn't even know what happened after she fell through the portal, but she could only imagine how it had turned out.
"Lift the tray, Vulombrii. There is more."
Carefully she stood, using the wood of the chest to pull herself into a standing position and carefully lifted the tray and set it to the side. In a rush, her breath left her lungs as she stared at what lay in the bottom of the chest. Takara slowly sank to her knees as once more tears flooded her eyes. Overwhelmed, she covered her face with one hand, unable to hide the sobs that escaped as her other hand rested on the newly forged set of armor, finished dark blue scales and the occasional hint of purple and silver.
"These are Sahloknir's scales, aren't they?" She was eventually able to get out, her hands dragging down the familiar blue hues of scales. When Yolheimin didn't respond, she looked to the scarlet dragon who suddenly looked very nervous, his eyes darting back between her and what she assumed was Sesshomaru.
Finally, his eyes rested on her, "I didn't mean to upset you, Takara. I-I thought you would be happy…"
Not caring how unladylike it was, she wiped her face on her sleeve. "I am. It's beautiful." Without looking behind her. "Sesshomaru, he didn't do anything wrong. Please stop glaring at him."
Yolheimin's head tilted to the side, looking back to Sesshomaru and then to her. "How did you…?"
"I'm not sure. I think women develop like 'mother vision' that lets them see the nonsense going on behind them after birth." She wasn't bothered when Yolheimin nearly dropped with laughter as she finally got ahold of herself. "I just thought it would take a couple of years to become fully functioning."
Tuning out his laughter, Takara went back to stroking the armor as memories of her fallen friend and hero came rushing back along with the memory of reconnecting with some part of him after giving birth to her son. "Yolheimin?" She didn't know how Sesshomaru would react to what she was going to say, but part of her wondered if she had just been dreaming, her mind making up a soothing lie. "Do you know what the Shout 'Rii Vaas Zol' means?"
The dragon's laughter came to an immediate stop. She immediately felt his eyes boring into her and an unknown tension sparking between them.
"Where did you hear that, Takara?"
That he used her actual name and not her given name, she began to understand that it wasn't a dream. "Loqahkriin used it on me before Sesshomaru's father attacked him. I wasn't sure what it meant, but it.. burned." He didn't answer right away, leaving a tense silence between them while she unwrapped her son and held him close to her. "When I was there, the only word I knew was Vaas, so I knew it had something to do with ripping, but I wasn't certain."
"It is a forbidden Shout among dragons… No matter his enemy, Loqahkriin should have never used it." Takara didn't look at him, but the waver in his voice told her he was putting the pieces together.
"What does it mean?" Sesshomaru repeated her question from right behind her, and Takara tensed.
"It is the Shout for Soul Tearing, a Shout used to rip the soul from another's body to absorb as power, but how…?" He paused and finally Takara met his eyes. Whatever he saw in them must've clued him in as his eyes dropped to the pup in her arms. "Oh, I see. So, Sahloknir will not be coming back."
She shook her head, "No, I'm sorry. He waited too long before opening the portal… I can't control when…" She didn't have the words. "If I had known, I would've never…"
Yolheimin held up a hand to stop her before his form shimmered and he shifted to his human form. He took a few steps forward and paused, looking again to Sesshomaru. "Please, may I approach? I wish to see for myself."
"See what?" Her husband questioned.
"That I absorbed Sahloknir's soul before I fell back into my world." Now she could feel Sesshomaru's eyes on her, but she didn't dare look at him. However, he must've given his consent because Yolheimin stepped forward and settled himself in front of her.
Takara wasn't sure what she expected, but it wasn't for him to gently cup her face and bring her head forward to meet his. "Close your eyes," he told her, his voice a gentle whisper. She was only in the dark for a brief moment before the familiar world of never-ending white emerged.
"You told him, then?" Sahloknir's voice, cheerful as always piped up from beside her. He appeared to her then, a shimmering vision of his dragon form, sparkling like the glow of a distant galaxy.
Before she could answer, a destructive meteorite in the form of a scarlet claw crashed into the jaw of said galaxy, sending him flying. "You bastard!" Yolheimin yelled.
"What the hell was that for?!"
"For not telling me you were here! You could've communicated with Vulombrii sooner!"
"I tried, but she kept running from me! I tried talking to her, I swear!"
"Oh, I'm sure you did! I bet it was in dragon speech too, wasn't it?"
"How did you-?"
"Because she couldn't speak dragon speech at the time! She told me of these nightmares she had been plagued with only to find out that you hadn't bothered to try and even use her tongue to communicate!" This time it was a tail that struck him in the face and just like that, the two of them were bickering, arguing, and wrestling like they used to while Takara sat and watched.
"If you weren't a part of her, I would burn you to ashes, you big blue bastard!"
"It never occurred to me that she was having nightmares! I was just having a bit of fun and thought she was playing hard to get!"
"No wonder you never had any luck with human females! For all your charm you have no sense how to use it!"
"What do you want me to say? What's done is done!"
"I want you to apologize!" Yolheimin roared, his gaze furious as he stared at his friend. "I want you to apologize for not waiting for use to arrive, for not trusting us that we would! For taking the easy way out and leaving behind your friends, leaving me!"
Takara watched as Sahloknir's eyes soften as he looked at his friend and the look of sympathy on his face wasn't what she had expected to see. Part of her expected to see regret for his decision, a choice which had ultimately saved her son and ensured her reunion with Sesshomaru. "You know why I did it, Yolheimin. You know what Loqahkriin stole from her."
Yolheimin didn't look any less angry, but he didn't attack.
"I admit, I was selfish when I made the choice because I didn't consider how it would affect others but look at her and tell me it was the wrong choice."
It was silent between the two of them for a long moment before Yolheimin finally sighed, hanging his head in defeat. "It wasn't. Forgive me. In my grief I was unreasonable."
"There is nothing to forgive, my friend. Now tell me how handsome that part of me is as a half demon."
Yolheimin chuckled before Takara could answer as he strode back over to her and lowered his snout until it was almost touching her forehead. "You're the most adorable pup I have ever seen."
Sahloknir's head tilted to the side as he starred at Takara. "Pup? I know your mate is a dog demon, but he doesn't mean an actual pup… does he?"
Again, Takara didn't get to answer before her scarlet friend spoke up. "Check her memories, Sahloknir. You will see how much of a loving mother Vulombrii is to that part of you."
Takara just shrugged her shoulders as her friend stared at her. "You just may want to avoid the memories of his conception… it was a little scary there for a bit, but Yolheimin is right. He is the most adorable pup ever."
Yolheimin chuckled "Welcome back my friend. I will visit you again." With that, his snout touched her forehead and the world faded to the black behind her closed eyes again. Feeling like she was waking from a dream, Takara opened her eyes to find Yolheimin, human with a gentle look in his eyes. "He is in good hands, Little One." Gently he pulled her head towards him until he could place a kiss on the crown of her head reminding her of her father.
She returned his smile, but there was still an explanation to give to Sesshomaru. "Thank you for this, Yolheimin. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but would it be too much of me to ask you to set it in my old room?" She nodded to the last set of screens at the corner of the house. "I have to speak with Sesshomaru."
"Of course, Vulombrii." He set about repacking the chest and Sesshomaru helped Takara to her feet, picking up his fur and followed her back into their room, now freshly cleaned and in order.
Takara settled herself on her fur pile, accepting Sesshomaru's offered fur to snuggle Kuromaru into while Sesshomaru sat in front of her. She didn't completely cover him in the fur to where she could stroke his head and back. "I thought it was just a strange dream," she finally got out, but she didn't face him. "It happened when I fell asleep after Kuromaru was born, starting out as that nightmare I had been having for months. You know the one."
She didn't look up to see if he acknowledged her statement or not. "I recognized Yolheimin called me Vulombrii when I was in labor and I kept hearing that word, so I decided to face whatever it was… and that's when it hit me. It was Sahloknir and it was like pulling the final brace off the dam making everything that I had been trying to remember come rushing back.
"It was like being awake in a dream and he explained what happened and why he did what he did. The shout that Loqahkriin used, Soul Tearing, doesn't pull the soul from the person it is used on, but rather it pulls a soul from the person it is used on…"
Courage finally gathered; Takara looked to Sesshomaru to see if he understood what she was trying to tell him. He didn't appear to have a reaction one way or another.
"I remembered the Shout and it was painful. It felt like… a part of me was being burned and ripped out through my skin, but I was fine, and I didn't understand what had happened, but Sahloknir did."
It was then recognition lit in Sesshomaru's normally icy eyes and he turned to look at Kuromaru and then back to her. Takara nodded. "I didn't know I was pregnant, and the soul that Loqahkriin ripped from me was Kuromaru's. That's why Sahloknir didn't open the path for me until he was certain he was going to die. If he didn't, I would've lost him… miscarried."
She watched as Sesshomaru's mind worked behind his eyes and said nothing while he waited. "Are you saying that Kuromaru is the dragon?"
That was a difficult question to answer because she wasn't sure of the logistics of it, only guesses from what she had been told and even less of an idea how to explain it. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to figure out how best to explain it.
"This is going to sound really dumb, but I'm not sure how else to explain it. Try to think of everyone's life as a fire and the longer you live and the more powerful you are, the bigger the fire. You wouldn't try to light a tinder bundle with a forest fire otherwise the tinder would burn into nothing. Instead, you use a tiny spark from that volcano to start the fire and more fuel is added with age and power, but it is a different fire all together. I know this sounds crazy, but is this making any sense?"
Sesshomaru eyed her for a moment before glancing at their son and back to her. "So when the spark of our child's life was extinguished by Loqahkriin, Sahloknir used his soul to reignite it?"
Takara thought for a moment and nodded. "To the best of my understanding, yes because from what I can tell, most of Sahloknir was absorbed by me. That would probably explain why I can… speak… with him?" Her eyebrows knotted together in her own confusion as she tried to explain what she was experiencing. "This is so confusing. How does this dragon nonsense not come with instructions… or a manual?" Luckily, he was aware he didn't need to answer rhetorical questions, so she continued. "Thankfully, what made Sahloknir, Sahloknir, is not our son."
"That is a relief."
"I couldn't agree more. I love him like an uncle or an older brother, but much like both of those, I can only handle them in small doses." An easy smile lit her face as she turned to their son, stroking his back once more as warmth ebbed and flowed through her. "He'll be his own person, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure he doesn't turn out to be a shameless flirt like Sahloknir was." Sesshomaru's quick exhale of a laugh assured her they were still in good standing and her fears of him rejecting Kuromaru faded to nothing as he lifted his son into his arms. Takara's heart nearly burst at the sight, the sheer volume of love she felt for them making her ache.
Those molten honey eyes moved from their son to her and she felt like she would melt into a puddle of goo from the heat of his gaze. He said she would probably be disinterested in sex for a while after birth, but looking at him now, she didn't see how that was possible. The image of lying in with him in bed after a long night of urgent and passionate lovemaking along with rounds of hot and wild animalistic fucking came to her. It was the early hours of the morning, the sun just barely entering their room to give it that warm yellow glow and she found herself wrapped in his fur, laying there smiling as he played with Kuromaru.
A shiver ran through her body, and she tried to shake away that image… it made her ovaries ache just thinking about it.
"What's wrong?" Sesshomaru asked, bringing her back from her little fantasy land.
"Huh?"
"You shivered quite violently. Are you well?"
Should I? The thought of being pregnant while caring for a child that was nothing like what she knew about children should have been enough to dissuade her.
"How long do you think it will be until I am healed from the birth?"
"A few more weeks, I would think. Why?"
"Like three weeks or more? I need specifics."
Amber eyes regarded her with interest. "I can't be sure, but perhaps three. Four at the most. He was quite a large pup for someone so small and I don't want to risk you being injured."
An impatient huff escaped her before she could catch it, not that she made the effort. "Fine," she groaned, falling back into the furs. "But I'm going to need you to make sure that happens sooner rather than later." With a sly smile, she bent her knees, planted her feet on the floor and allowed her legs to fall open.
His lady slaying smirk came crept onto his face as he set their son down beside her before he settled between her legs to tend her injured sex. "In a hurry, My Treasure?" He licked where she was sorest and she winced as her sex clenched from the pain.
"Yes, and it's all your fault."
He didn't respond for a few licks. "How so?"
"Because looking at you makes me ache in all the best ways. Seeing you hold Kuromaru…" She trailed off, wincing again when he began to tend another sore spot.
"Yes?" He prompted after a few licks and moving to a different spot.
"Damn, that hurts," she gasped, her hands gripping the furs tightly until the soothing effects of his saliva began to kick in. "Because I must be a glutton for punishment, seeing you hold him makes me want more."
She heard him chuckle just before he nipped the inside of her thigh, sending a delicious stab of gentle pain up her spine. "Be patient. You have my word that I will mount you as soon as you are able to take me."
She shot him a smirk of her own. "About that, perhaps I'm speaking too soon, but I'm feeling… adventurous…" He didn't stop tending her, but he raised a brow in response. "Now it may only be because the pain down there is fading right now, but I was wondering if we could try some different… positions?"
"Getting bored, My Treasure?" He may have asked the question, but she didn't see a bit of uncertainty in his eyes.
"Weren't you listening? I said adventurous, not bored." Her smirk shifted to a wicked grin. "You know, I'm not a bad artist. If you're out of ideas… I've… read a few books that were rather unbecoming. I can draw you some pictures."
He lifted his face from her lap, his head slightly cocked in confusion while he gently stroked her bare thigh. "Read some books?"
"Mhmm. Sure did. I know this may be hard to believe after what's just happened over the past few months, but I typically have a good memory." She rubbed her foot on his waist, wishing he was bare to touch his warm skin. "You see, me and a few of my girlfriends from school did a raid on our parents bedrooms to see what we could find that we weren't supposed to-"
"I'm pleased to know it's not just my directions you ignore."
"Hush. Now as I was saying," she huffed indignantly and flicked her hair to the side. "One of my friends found a book with about 300 different positions, so of course the four of us spent the night recreating them to see how difficult they may have been."
His head cocked the other way as he regarded her. "Why have you never told me this?"
She gave him a shrug. "I don't know, but it probably is a mix of I didn't want you to think I wasn't a virgin (when I was) because part of me was concerned you wouldn't be interested if I wasn't-" That earned her a slap on her ass. "Ouch! Well, you asked. And then later I was concerned you would think I was some kind of pervert, but it seems I had nothing to worry about on that. You and your father have that covered." She laughed as he gave her another slap to her ass. "And well, yeah, part of me did worry you would think I was bored, but aside from that one time in the hot spring you've always taken care of me before yourself and have never left me unsatisfied."
His smirk still firmly in place he leaned down, and she felt him brush a light kiss to her sex before returning his gaze to her. "You remember that?"
"Of course. You said I almost squeezed you to death, so I made note to try not to clench when you knot inside me… unless you deserve it."
"Vindictive woman,"
"Not true," she protested, pulling him up until his body hovered over hers and she was able him to her for a delicate kiss, barely brushing her lips against his. Her voice dropped to a light, breathless whisper as she gently tangled her fingers into his silky silver locks. "I don't recall ever needing to use that information, and yes I get a pass during my memory lapse." She pressed another feather light kiss on his lips before kissing her way towards his jaw. "Besides, I don't want to dissuade you from tying us together." She gently bit down where she had just kissed, releasing him quickly to lick the sting away. Leaning her head up, she pulled his head down where she could lick and whisper in his ear. "I love to have you locked inside me, because I can feel every pulse of your cock filling me with your seed."
He didn't move but a deadly snarl clawed its way from him.
"I know," she whispered, knowing she was pushing further than she probably should, but she couldn't help it. If she had to ache for him for weeks, he was going to ache for her too. "I can feel it pouring in me, because it's so warm and soothing after how hard you ride me."
It seemed he was close to his breaking point as he loosed a deadly growl, pulling his head back out of her hands. She'd already adverted her eyes, catching a glimpse of their red glow as he raised his head, but he didn't move away from her.
Not paying him any mind, certain he wouldn't do anything to harm her, Takara took her time untying her yukata, opening it wide to him. His head jerked down to look at her bare form, engorged breast on the verge of leaking, stomach still no longer firm and flat as her postpartum belly was slowly returning to its' prebaby size with the addition to quite a few stretchmarks and a bit of loose skin.
Oddly enough, the changes in her body didn't concern her after seeing how eager he was to have her with child again, and strangely, how comfortable he was with sharing her with his father. If he was unashamed to have her bare for someone who he held in such high regard, she wouldn't concern herself either.
She slowly ran her hands across her soft belly and up her torso until they reached her heavy breasts, lifting their heavy weight and stroking the firm, full globes all while his glowing eyes watched her hands with rapt attention. Knowing it wouldn't be long until she had to nurse Kuromaru, Takara released one breast and took hold of the other with both hands as she arched her back to bring it closer to her mate's mouth.
His deadly growling turned to a soft purrlike rumble as he lowered his head and greedily accepted her offering. He moved his body down a bit until he could gently rest in the vee of her thighs while he suckled from her. Like she did earlier that morning, she stroked his head, enjoying the way his glowing eyes narrowed in contentment.
Once most of the milk had been removed from that breast, Takara tangled her hands in his hair again and whimpered to get his attention as he started to move to her other breast. She caught his eyes long enough to get his attention and then gave a pointed look to their son. Luckily, he seemed to get the message and allowed her to pull him back over her. Once he was where she needed him, she untied his hakama and freed his pulsing cock, so hard it was nearly parallel to his body as if pulled by a magnet the tip leaking a fair amount of his seed already.
Takara released his hair once more and reached down with both hands to wrap around his cock, using his precum to lube his cock before tightening her hands around him. He needed no further instruction. No sooner than her hands tightened around his length, Sesshomaru began to eagerly thrust into her grip, his hips whipping to her in a rapid display. Once his rhythm was established, she made sure to adjust her hold, ensuring she pulled him firmly from root to tip on his withdraws and slightly loosening her grip as he plowed forward.
"Mine," she told him, but instead of her voice demanding it was pleading, a whimper in her tone. "My Sesshomaru?" She begged him, beseeching him for both his affirmation and his climax.
To her surprise, a strangled sound spilled from him just before he answered her. "Your Sesshomaru" his voice a mix of a growl and a deep guttural groan as his cock throbbed in her hand and to her amazement, Takara felt his cock expanding in her hand as a hot trail of seed splattered from her cheek, down her throat and breast and to her belly. Her eyes widened as she watched the base of his cock grow to a size slightly larger than her fist in absolute amazement.
And he kept spilling his seed, dripping his essence onto her stomach in small bursts. Not wanting him to recede, she tightened her fist below his knot to keep him swollen. "Takara…" his voice groaned above her and she watched as his eyes receded from red back to their heated amber. She didn't break eye contact as she reached down, dipped two of her fingers in the pool of his seed growing on her stomach and brought them to her mouth to lick them clean.
"Release me, Takara."
She looked at him for a moment, but his eyes said the opposite of what his voice said. "I don't think I will." His eyes widened, as she moved to roll them where she was on top of him, but considering she quite literally had him by the cock in the midst of what was usually a fifteen-minute swelling period, he had no choice but to obey. "I can't be the only one to suffer these next few weeks…" She looked down and watched as his seed ran down his shaft and over his knot to where it finally dripped on her hand.
"Takara, please…"
Her eyes flew to his in shock. Aside from a faint whimper once before, she'd never heard him plead with her and she was shocked to find how much she liked it. Had anything but lust and desire burned in those amber eyes, she would've released his cock that moment, but there was no pain, no fear, no uncertainty. "Oh no, my handsome, powerful, virile mate. I told you I loved it when you knotted inside me, but I've discovered I love your knot in my hand as well." Her smile was wicked with intent as she adjusted herself to lay between his thighs, her mouth inches from his throbbing cock. "Now let's see how you taste."
"No, Takara, please-"
He never got to finish plea before her tongue darted out to wipe his spilled seed from first her hand and then the thick pulsating flesh that formed the knot. A deadly snarl ripped from him, but instead of trying to pull away from her, his hips raised and his feet planted firmly on the floor as a fresh trail of his essence spurted from the tip of his cock only to run down the length. "Now I know you're knot and balls are sensitive when you're like this," she said, reaching her hand down to massage his heavy sack for emphasis. "But what about the rest?" she pondered out loud.
In response, Sesshomaru then tried to pull his hips away, but Takara held her grip firm. "Oh, I think I'm really going to like this," she told him, wrapping her mouth around his shaft as far as she could, dragging her head slowly up the length, stopping just before she reached the tip to repeat the motion on the other side, cleaning up what seed had ran down that length. His hands shot to the pile of furs, and she could hear them tearing as he balled his hands into fists, released them and balled his fists again.
As much as she was enjoying herself, Takara knew she was playing with fire and it was a matter of time before she pushed him to far but she had to know. Finally, she bent her head down, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucked… hard.
Sesshomaru roared then like she had never heard him make before and he erupted again in her mouth like he was climaxing again as her mouth filled with his ardor. She swallowed his eruption and sucked again, and it was like he didn't just release as another load spilled into her mouth, nearly choking her in surprise.
She looked up to see his chest and stomach heaving for breath, his head tipped back and his mouth open as he fought to drag in his breaths. "Just one more, Sesshomaru," She gasped, licking her lips and returning to his cock and taking him in one swallow as deep as she could, nearly choking on the size of his massive length before retreating, increasing the suction as much as she could until she sealed her lips once more around the thick head of his cock, lightly squeezing his sac as she did, as if to drain every last drop from him.
Once more, his thick spicy sweet seed poured from him, filling her mouth until he had nothing left to give. She held his essence in her mouth, watching him until his eyes finally met hers, his pupils dilated to wide they nearly swallowed his beautiful amber irises. Once they met, she slowly drug her lips from the tip of his cock and swallowed his load down her throat and finally released him with a satisfied smile. Sesshomaru, on the other hand, dropped his head back and allowed his back and legs to fall flat where he lay as his cock returned to its flaccid size.
Takara said nothing as she moved from between his legs and moved to lay beside him where she had been laying previously and waited for her husband to stop panting. Once he did, when he looked over to her, she found her words were gone and all she could do is smile.
It was a bit more surprising that he didn't say anything, but just lightly laughed for a moment, but it wasn't his usual single breath laugh that she could barely hear. It was an actual chuckle that she was able to hear. "Were you trying to kill me, My Treasure?" He finally asked.
"Nope," she laughed, sitting up to grab one of the towels from earlier. "I didn't expect you to knot in my hand, but when the opportunity presented itself…" She shrugged. "I was curious." The water was cold, but it still worked to clean his seed from her body. She rinsed it out and dampened it again to clean Sesshomaru, but she paused as she reached for his cock. It was then Takara gave him her sweetest smile and asked. "Do you want me to…"
"Hand me the towel"
"Yeah, I kind of figured," she laughed, handing him the towel for him to clean himself with. She didn't think he was mad, but she was pretty sure he was oversensitive at the moment. Luckily, it was then a whine came from the bundle of fur beside her. Just as she'd done that morning, Takara unwrapped her pup and guided him to her, letting him root until he made it to her breasts. Once he made it to where he needed to be, she lifted him to her, laying back as far as she could and resting his furry body on hers, allowing him to nurse at his leisure.
"You poor thing. Did your father wake you up making so much noise?" She asked pitifully as she stroked his back. Sesshomaru's growling response only made her laugh as she looked over to him and batted her eyelashes.
"The moment I saw you, I knew you would be trouble," he told her, standing to right his clothing.
"And the moment you claimed me, you signed up for all the trouble I could muster." She sighed as she bent down to kiss her pup's head. "But don't worry, you've got a long time of finding out just how much trouble I'm able to muster."
His clothes finally righted, he replied with a simple "Hn," before heading over to the screen door, turning back to her with a smirk on his face. "I look forward to finding out, My Treasure."