Lessons Learned
Author: Shortey 83
Chapter: 44 –Performance
Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha or Skyrim!
Story Start:
Like she'd anticipated, InuYasha and Kagome were thrilled to accept the offer to watch over the village while they were away and arrived early the following morning. She wistfully watched as the two of them argued back and forth over some irrelevant matter before Kagome told the half demon to sit, sending him face first into the ground.
"If only…" she sighed, trying not to laugh when Sesshomaru growled at her.
The two of them brought a different level of life to the mansion. They brought an energy that made Takara want to be a part of their day and reminisce about her time when she first stumbled through the well. It wasn't that her life was difficult by any means, but she felt like she had more of a purpose before she'd married Sesshomaru, spending her days tending herbs with Kagome and Kaede, watching Rin and helping Sango with her children, and playing with Kaos in the fields with the children of the village.
She wouldn't trade Sesshomaru or Kuromaru for anything, but it was just a different time.
At least that's how she'd felt for the past few days, but frustration was beginning to seep into her... sexual frustration. In preparation of their public breeding, Sesshomaru decided they wouldn't be having sex until then and Takara was about to go mad. Sitting in the bath with Kagome, and helping to wash her back, Takara vented her frustrations on her captive audience.
"I never thought he would actually go through with it," she grumbled, rinsing Kagome's hair with care. "It's like taking alcohol away from an alcoholic. You don't just quit cold turkey!"
"That bad, huh?" Kagome laughed, but Takara didn't take offense. She knew she was being ridiculous.
"I think I'm suffering from some sort of withdrawals or something," Takara tried to will her mind to think of something other than her husband, but his face, his stupidly handsome face, kept invading her thoughts. "I swear, it's going to take one touch and BANG- detonation."
"Can't you just… you know… take care of yourself?" Kagome chuckled.
"I'm not allowed to,"
Kagome turned around so fast Takara nearly fell off her stool. "What do you mean 'not allowed'?!" She demanded while Takara righted herself. "Do you mean that he tells you that you can't even take care of yourself when he won't?!"
"Yep, and I don't want to push my luck with that again." Takara shivered at the memory. "I don't want his father to go find anymore ice." Confusion pulled her friend's brows together while she waited for an explanation. "I tried to take care of myself two days ago, but he caught me and had his father go and find some ice."
"Ice for what?"
"Torture, Kagome. Pure torture." Gooseflesh spread across her skin at the memory. "He tied me up and open then used his hands to get me right where I needed to be, hot and bothered before stopping to put a few slivers of ice inside… to cool me down."
Her friend's jaw dropped open in disbelief, her eyes widening. "He didn't!"
"He did. Several times, until I apologized and was just on the verge of it becoming painful." She huffed at the memory. "He's positively prime evil, I tell you."
"I'll say," Kagome rubbed her stomach as she considered what to do. "You wanna try again while we're in here? If nothing else, he and InuYasha will probably start fighting long enough to give you some time."
The two of them stared at each other for a moment, before they both laughed at the idea. "You have no idea how tempting that offer is, but I don't want to risk Tōga being caught in the middle while he watched Kuromaru or risk either of us getting in the middle of things. Those two can get pretty out of hand, you know."
"That I do, but at least you only have to wait until tomorrow."
Takara could only sigh at her friend's attempted support. Only until tomorrow…
Once they had settled down for the evening, Kagome and InuYasha in the guest house, and Rin and Kuromaru both settled down for sleep, Takara tried to coax her despicably delicious husband into bed. She had timed herself well all day and now she was ready to spring her trap.
"Sesshomaru?" She made sure to add the barest hint of a whimper to her beckoning. He turned his head in response and raised a brow in question. She untied her yukata and bared herself to him, gently cupping the fullness of her breasts in each hand. "I hurt," she made her voice as pitiful and sincere as she could without it sounding forced. "Can you help me?"
Luckily, her breasts did hurt, and she knew he was aware of her discomfort. His beast could sense it. There was no way he would let her go all night in pain. Even as his eyes narrowed, probably guessing her scheme, Takara knew she was going to get her way, making sure to look at him through her lashes.
"Go to your furs," he instructed, his face not betraying any further emotion as she followed his command and crawled to the soft pile of furs and snuggled into them. However, her feelings of victory were short lived. "Will you ease her discomfort?" His voice directed outside.
The familiar, rich chuckle of Sesshomaru's father echoed into the room. "Of course, my son. Otherwise, I doubt you'll be able to resist mounting her…" His stupidly handsome face peeked into the room and Takara shot him a dirty look. "But it seems that was what she was counting on." His laughter did not amuse her as he made his way to her. "Poor, Little One," he chuckled as he settled next to her, his hand slipping between her legs to give her sex a little swat, touching nothing important. "You were hoping he'd play with you, weren't you?"
She turned her head away from him and closed her thighs, huffing her disappointment ignoring his taunting laughter as he lowered his head to tend to her ache. When he questioned about his head pats, she didn't bother to answer him or even look at him which only made him laugh even more.
Once the ache in her breast seemed about to disappear, Tōga lifted his head and looked back to his son. "How about just one, Sesshomaru?" Takara wasn't sure what he meant, but she didn't care. She just wanted him to finish so she could try to go to sleep. "A small one? She's been good these past couple of days."
It was silent for a moment before her mate spoke. "You may, but just one. My control is not what it should be to tend to her."
"Very well. One it is."
Takara wasn't sure what they were talking about, but she got the idea when the elder demon's hand slipped between her legs again and she felt his finger immediately go to the little bundle of nerves. "Hey!" She protested, trying to shove his hand away. "I'm not pregnant, so no touching."
"It is alright, Takara," Sesshomaru's voice rumbled over his father's chuckle. "I am only allowing him to touch you, not mount you. I would do so, but I would not be able to maintain my control."
She gasped as those probing fingers made their way back to their destination, his other arm holding her in place and preventing escape. "Relax, My Treasure. Allow him to do as I ask, or I shall repeat our hot springs breeding tomorrow. I want you to rest and not try and tempt me this evening."
"But-" she tried to protest, only to have her breath stolen away by the fingers gently rubbing her where she needed them most.
"Oh, and she would, Sesshomaru." His father's voice deepened ever so slightly as he dipped his fingers lower into the pool of her body's honey. "She's already soaked. She will put on a magnificent display for us tomorrow." His head lowered once more as he set about nursing the remainder of her milk away while his fingers rubbed her deliciously.
"I will make sure of it," Sesshomaru growled, his voice deep and husky with his own lust.
That hint of threat and desire in his tone was all she needed to detonate, arching into the hand tending her to grind for more, whimpering when it was quickly pulled away.
"Ah, ah, ah," Tōga corrected, speaking around a mouthful of her breast. "He said only one, so that's all you're getting."
She wanted to protest, but she knew she'd already been given what she was going to get and did her best to settle back into the furs, waiting for him to finish. Once he felt like he'd drank enough to ease her, Tōga released her and knelt beside her, scooping her up into his arms and carried her over to her son and her futon.
"Sleep well, Little One. I look forward to seeing you claim your pleasure tomorrow." The elder demon pulled the edges of her yukata together, tying it closed before covering her with the blanket
The edge of her desire dulled ever so slightly, Takara rolled over, pulled her son to her body, and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The trip to his mother's home had been a short one, or it felt short as Takara slumbered in Sesshomaru's arms. The sun hadn't even begun to rise when her husband woke her to dress and feed Kuromaru, who was equally unhappy to be woken from his slumber. Nevertheless, he greedily latched onto her breast and nursed as he drifted in and out of sleep like his mother.
Once she was dressed, Sesshomaru scooped her up and took off into the air, following his sire to his mother's home. From what she could tell, nothing about his mother's palace had changed since their last visit, but her anxiety of what was to come had Takara feeling a completely different energy.
"Relax, My Treasure. Once we begin, you will forget all about those watching us, I assure you." Sesshomaru soothed her.
"What if I mess up?" She worried, pacing the room. "I don't want to do something wrong to make them undermine you." Sesshomaru didn't say anything, he only smirked as he watched her pace. "I mean, let's be honest, I do mess up and awful lot and somehow end up getting myself into trouble."
"And I always correct you, Takara." He approached her, carefully taking their son from her arms. "You need only do as if we're alone."
"But how do I start, or do you start?" Her panic didn't faze him in the least. He stroked her cheek indulgently, his amber eyes turning to molten honey.
"You need not do anything except what you want…" He paused, his gaze pensive. "Perhaps you could consider behaving like you'd planned to act last night, trying to persuade me to bed you?" The desire in his eyes burned brighter as he crowded in her space, his sword roughened hand sliding from her cheek to cup her chin, tilting her face upwards so their eyes met. His face lowered to hers until his lips just barely brushed against hers. "Yes, that's it. Persuade me, My Treasure, beg for my cock like you need it more than your next breath."
The growl in his voice vibrated against the barest brush of her lips to his, sending a pull of searing desire straight to her sex until she felt the liquid heat begin to seep from her. "I can do that," she whispered breathlessly before he pulled away.
"Good, now come with me. It's time we introduce the two of you." Takara's heart already pounding with lust began to race at his command, following him out of the room, eager to do as he instructed.
Sesshomaru quickly led Takara through the halls of his mother's palace to where she would wait until he summoned her. Already he could smell the lust and desire seeping from her, and he was confident she would give the court a good show. It seemed the hint of pleasure she'd received the night before had only managed to calm her for a bit, but now she was aching even more and that pleased him.
He led her into a room where only a screen separated them from the quiet rumbling of the court as they eagerly awaited their promised show. "Sesshomaru?" Her soft voice trembled with apprehension and excitement. "I forgot to ask, what do I wear?"
He'd considered that himself, but as he looked over her, wearing a white and red kimono with a light blue obi to match his own, he couldn't help but imagine stripping her out of her clothing piece by piece. The idea of ravishing her while she lay before him, her hair and clothes disheveled, tears of painful pleasure streaming down her face. "What you have on will do nicely. I will enjoy undressing you. Now wait here until I call you."
Eager to start their breeding, Sesshomaru left before she could respond, carrying their son in one arm wrapped tightly in his fur. Taking no precautions with his pup and his mate in the vicinity, he scanned the gathered crowd for any potential threats, but found none that he or his father couldn't handle with ease should they get any ideas. At ease with the situation, he proceeded forward, past the raised middle dais that was covered in the softest furs and pillows, prepared for their comfort to his mother and sire.
As he approached, the murmuring from the crowd quieted as they waited for the first glimpse of his pup. Without a word, his sire stepped forward and waited while Sesshomaru unwrapped Kuromaru from his fur. A ball of raven black fur against the crisp white of his own pelt drew a few surprised gasps from the crowd.
Part of him was relieved Takara was still behind the screen, doubting she would be happy to see their son lifted, no matter how gently, from his arms by the scruff of his neck. Balled up by instinct, Kuromaru held still while his grandfather lifted him high for the court to see, drawing even more gasps and murmured approval from the crowd.
"A fine pup," his mother's voice came from behind his sire. "A fine pup, indeed." His mother, emotionless as ever stepped forward, holding out her hands to collect her grandchild. "Even among our kind, it is rare that offspring be born so close to either parent's truest form, and yet my son and his mate have produced such a pup."
His son was placed in his mother's waiting arms, grunting disapprovingly from his handling by his grandfather. "My grandson has been given the name Kuromaru, and you all would do well to remember it." Her cold emotionless eyes glanced over the entire crowd. "Should any of you seek to harm him or his mother, my son shall not be limited in his permission to protect them." If he didn't know how cold his own mother was, he would've taken her laugh as an apology for delivering a threat that she hadn't even attempted to veil.
"Yes, I too have grown fond of my son's mate and desire her to provide me with even more grandchildren in the coming years." She gave him a pointed look then. "Please your mate, Sesshomaru. I expect more pups in the near future."
"I've heard his mate is human," A male voice called out from the crowd. "You can't expect us to believe she birthed the whelp, My Lady." Sesshomaru's eyes calmly scanned the crowd looking for the speaker, finally settling on a male whose name he couldn't recall. The male was one of the lower court members who Sesshomaru remembered only he had a desire for climbing in court status, offering his daughter to him as a potential mate nearly a decade prior. "Humans fear and despise our kind, yet you would have us believe that not only has she allowed herself to be claimed but has also produced a pup so close to his sire's true form?"
Sesshomaru considered just lopping off the male's head, but his father would irritate him further for doing so. "His mate is human, Taro," Tōga spoke up before he could. "But you will see her soon as they have agreed to a public breeding for the courts to witness their union." His gaze sharpened as he observed the court gathered around the half-moon porch opposite of where they would be seated for the performance. "Should anyone attempt to disrupt them or harm their pup while in our care, the consequences will be death."
The crowd murmured loudly and Sesshomaru tensed to fight should anyone lash out. "We would not think to disrespect you or you kin while accepting hospitality in your home, My Lord." Luckily for all in attendance, the rumbling amongst the crowd shifted to one of agreement.
"Apologies, My Lord," Taro spoke up once more. "It was not my intention to offend. The circumstances are simply extraordinary." His eyes met Sesshomaru's for a moment before he bowed his head in submission. "I look forward to seeing the female you've chosen for your mate."
He may not have said the words, but Sesshomaru was well aware that he may have held some resentment for the refusal of his daughter. The positive side was the male had no support from others in the court nor did he have sufficient power to be considered a threat. For his father's sake, Sesshomaru wouldn't lop off his head.
With the matter settled, he waited for his parents to settle in their seats and for Kuromaru to settle down in his grandmother's lap to sleep. Once settled, Tōga gave him a nod that he could start when he was ready. Sesshomaru smirked ever so slightly as he glanced to the screen where he could feel Takara's anxiety as well as her excitement. It was one of those few times he wished she could be influenced by his own energy to communicate between them to settle her a bit.
"Takara, come to me."
There was the briefest pause after his command before the screen opened and his beautiful mate stepped onto the porch. Pale cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink that made her eyes shine an even brighter blue which quickly adverted in submission as she strode forward. The kimono she wore was loosened ever so slightly to bare the creamy flesh of her shoulders, and her raven black hair was pulled up neatly, pinned behind her head with the ivory comb, his first gift to her.
Both had been done to reveal the scars surrounding her mating mark, his ownership of her. A pleased growl rumbled from him before he could catch himself, but the whisper of a smile that crept on her deceptively innocent face only made pride well within him.
By the time she stood before him, Sesshomaru could feel his cock filled with blood, aching to be released. The scent of her musk tantalizing him with the smell of her own excitement had him eager to take her to the furs, but he had given her instruction and he expected her to obey.
His mate wasn't one to disappoint. She glanced up briefly to meet his eyes before she leaned forward, nuzzling her head to his chin, intreating him to lower himself to her reach. He acquiesced her request and leaned down enough for her to lick, nip, and kiss his throat and chin giving public acceptance of his authority over her.
Small, delicate hands gently and slowly slid over his shoulders as he claimed her mouth in a kiss, his tongue invading the sweet cavern of her mouth, tangling her tongue with his own until she was forced to break away for air. Those tiny hands left his shoulders, sliding back down his chest until they found their way to the tie of his haori, her fingers eagerly fumbling with the knot while he plundered her mouth.
It wasn't long before those nimble fingers worked loose the knot, her hands delving through the folds of silk until her hands met his flesh. They didn't linger there long; only long enough for her to get to the tie of his hakama and those greedy hands of hers made quick work of that knot as well.
Excitement had her breath coming in small, shallow pants as her hands eagerly reached into his hakama to grab the hard length. A breathy sigh escaped her, the sound reverberating to his cock where it twitched in her firm hold.
Her other hand fervently moved to slide his hakama down, her gaze lifting to his through her dark lashes as she slowly sank to her knees before him. Around him, he could hear their audience whispering their approval, a few gasps and groans beginning to emerge from them.
With a few firm strokes to his shaft, his beautiful little mate leaned forward, encasing as much of his cock as she could take in her hot, wicked mouth. She groaned in delight, the vibrations sending shocks through his cock before she began to greedily suck him with enthusiastic vigor.
When the audience applauded her eagerness, he was beyond pleased that she didn't faulter in her servicing. Of course, her face flushed scarlet, but she didn't lose tempo nor her eagerness, bringing her free hand from steadying herself with her grip on his thigh to massage and toy with his sac.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice heavy with his own growl as he tangled his hands in her hair to hold her head still. After the past few weeks, she knew what he wanted, sinking further down until her ass met her heels, balancing herself by gripping his thighs. From the level she sat, he was able to tilt her head to the perfect angle.
Sapphire eyes met his as he pushed his cock further down her throat until her eyes closed as she worked to accept as much of him as he wanted. Such a good mate, he thought as he backed off to allow her to breathe. He gave her a few more thrusts to allow her to adjust to his rhythm, sliding his cock as deep down her throat as she could handle.
In the back of his mind, he felt his beast rumbling in anticipation, eager to assert its dominance over his mate in every way he could. Patience, he soothed himself. We will get there soon…
Takara focused on her breaths, timing herself so she wouldn't choke on her husband's cock. This was one of the few times he wanted her to maintain eye contact with him, her eyes locked on his beautiful amber gaze, allowing him to ensure she wasn't too uncomfortable. That didn't mean she wasn't one to take advantage of the situation. She adjusted her tongue ever so slightly to press firmly on the thick vein on the underside of his length as it slid in and out of her mouth.
The hitch in his growl told her she did well, and the increased throbbing in his shaft also betrayed his enjoyment. Around her, Takara could hear their audience mumbling their praise as well as a few moans and groans as their inspiration began to take hold and they sought their own pleasure.
A slight scrape of his claws on her scalp indicated she needed to take a breath, and she did so quickly. Thankfully she read his signs correctly, he withdrew enough to leave only the head of his cock in her mouth only to push as far down her throat as she could take, holding her there. She'd never taken him so deeply before, but she closed her eyes and waited for him to finish. "Yes, My Treasure," he growled, probably feeling that she was fighting her body's urges to back away.
She couldn't control all her body's protests though. She felt a few tears slip down her cheeks, a natural response to choking. Finally, he seemed to be satisfied with her surrender and pulled himself free of her mouth as she coughed to clear her airway and immediately, she went back to her knees to service him again. It must've been the correct thing to do as even more applause and groans erupted from their crowd.
"What an eager female, Lord Sesshomaru has," a male voice sighed. "You seemed to have learned a thing or two from her, My Love."
"Look how she takes him so willingly," This time the breathy voice was female. "You'd hardly expect a human to perform so ardently-" the voice was cut off by a gasp. "Lord Sesshomaru has quite a unique lover."
"Not a lover, my dear. She's Lord Sesshomaru's mate."
Pride welled up inside her as she listened to their praise, even more so at the rumbling growl her mate released as he came closer to completion. Eagerly she licked and sucked him, desperate for the hot and spicy sweet reward he would give her. The hands in her hair tightened on the strands an instant before he spilled into her mouth and she eagerly accepted his offering, devouring everything he gave her until he pulled his length from her mouth.
His clawed hand extended to her, offering to help her up and released her as soon as she stood. The next instant, his fingers had found their way through the folds of her kimono and slid into the sopping wetness of her core. She felt him twist his hand around for only a moment, pulling it away once it was evident how wet she was. His fingers glistened from her body's moisture and his eyes narrowed. His gaze satisfied gaze a promise of what was to come.
She trembled as his hand lifted to his mouth to clean her feminine honey from his fingers and the heat in them grew. Hands underneath her arms, he lifted her like a child, turning to set her on the raised dais that had been provided. He gave her no time to react as his mouth went to the exposed mark on her shoulder, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her and forcing startled screams of pleasure from her as her hands tangled through the silvery strands of his hair.
He only tortured her for a moment before his wicked mouth left the erogenous mark to trail down her body. The barrier of her kimono loosened but not removed as he pulled the folds of silk down to rest under her engorged breasts. Kuromaru had fed before their romp, but it hadn't been quite enough to keep them from leaking when he massaged their fullness with his hands.
A moan tore from her as his hands massaged the full globes, catching their leaking droplets on his tongue a moment before he pulled the fullest breast into his mouth. Her moan turned to a sigh of relief as he lessened the pressure from her engorgement. Around them, a chorus of male growls erupted as the crowd's excitement grew. It seemed her husband and his father weren't the only males who enjoyed nursing from a female.
However, Sesshomaru only sought to east her discomfort, moving to the other breast and providing her with relief before he gently pushed her to lie down on the pillows and furs behind her. Still, he didn't remove her clothing, only maneuvering it out of his way as he parted the lower folds of her kimono to reveal her legs and mound to the cool palace air. He still stood on the platform below the dais, looking down on her sex as he took in the sight of her.
His molten amber eyes spoke for him, commanding her without uttering a word. Quickly she bent her legs, grabbed the back of her knees, and allowed them to fall open for him displaying her intimate flesh to his ravenous eyes. A pleased snarl tore from him as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer, wasting no time in burying his face in her sex as she held herself open to his wicked mouth.
Around them more snarls and moans tore from their audience as they drew from their inspiration. Takara could care less about their pleasure though as her husband's mouth licked, nipped and kissed her in the most intimate kiss, delving his tongue into her core to coax even more honey from her depths as she screamed, moaned, and panted her enjoyment. Takara tried to watch him, enjoying the sight of his face buried in her lap as he feasted, but the sensations were too much, overloading her until she had to close her eyes to drown out some of the stimulation.
Desperately she fought to hold herself open to him, knowing he wanted that surrender to him. While her body sought to protect itself from the overwhelming sensations his wickedly magical mouth brought her, he wanted her surrender only to him. He wanted her body's response to bend to his will and not its' own natural, instinctive urges as the ultimate offering to his mastery.
The snarl he loosed just as she began to close in on her climax would've terrified her had she not already been lost in pleasure. Instead, she barely noticed it as the maelstrom within her flesh twisted out of control, barely noticed how her world was suddenly flipped, her face buried into the soft furs and pillows, her stomach feeling the cold, hard platform she'd been placed on. She did notice the hot steel of her husband's cock as he forcibly rammed it inside her. His sudden and rough invasion all she needed to claim her pleasure, her sex rhythmically clenching around his plowing shaft.
"Ah! Sess-Ah! Please!" She tried to beg him, but his hard rough fucking had stolen her words away. One of his hands left the bruising grip on her waist only to fist in her dark tresses, pulling her to arch her back. She didn't resist him. "Ah! Yes, Sessho-Ah! Please, more! Plea - Ah!" She met her second climax before she could finish her final plea, and it tore through her, squeezing and twisting her insides like pleasure turned into a hundred punishingly sweet hands.
She felt Sesshomaru slam his hips to her ass once, twice, three times before he roared his own completion, sending a flood of pulsating warmth to flood her sex. He released her hair and her hip, allowing her to fall back into the softness as the pillows as she felt his hands come to rest on either side of her waist and a few strands of his silvery hair fell over her, tickling her back as she panted, recovering from the ride he'd given her.
But he had only just started.
He slipped his cock from her still grasping sex and she felt him stand behind her. There was only an instant for her to wonder his intentions before she felt the crack of his hand on her ass. "To the center." He commanded her, and she forced her jellied limbs to do as he'd instructed, pulling herself forward until her knees were on the dais. Once on her knees, she looked over her shoulder at him as he waited for her to follow his instructions, and she did… after untying the obi of her kimono and allowed the heavy silk to fall away and leave her bare.
He hadn't told her to walk to the center, so she didn't; she crawled, falling to her hands and knees, she crawled to the center of the dais and rolled onto her back, legs spread once more to him to display her intimate flesh to him. He paused, watching her and even though she saw the red burning around the brim of his eyes, she couldn't help herself.
While she was aware that she would be punished, he'd told her it was alright to behave as she normally did, trouble and all, so she did just that. Slowly she slid a hand down from her stomach, across the stripped flesh of her lower belly, over her mound and through the sopping wet curls of her sex. She grinned mischievously as he watched, ignoring the amused chuckles and taunting encouragement from their audience as she parted the folds of her sex, revealing everything to her mate while he watched her wanton display, panting as he barely held the reins of his beast's control.
"You're playing with fire, little female!" A male voice came from the crowd, his voice heavy with delight.
"She is," a female joined the merriment. "But if I didn't know better, I'd say she was hoping to be burned."
How right they were. Takara's smile grew as she held the folds of her sex open with her forefinger and pinky and pressed her middle and ring finger into her depths, dragging their combined juices out of her. Knowing she shouldn't but doing it anyways, she looked up and met his eyes, locking with them as she repeated the motion, her mischievous grin turning wicked as she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean.
He was over her in an instant.
His knees landed between hers, forcing them apart while his forearms landed on either side of her shoulders as he loomed over, his eyes shifted to red and turquoise as he loomed over her, growling a warning. He wanted trouble, well now he's got it! She thought, daring to grab his strong shoulders and pull herself up, nipping just over his collarbone and dragging her tongue up the column of his throat until she gently bit his lower jaw.
As his eyes closed, knowing he was trying to reign in his beast, Takara carefully moved her legs until the rested to the right of his.
"Careful, Takara," Tōga chuckled from opposite the crowd. "You may earn more punishment than you think."
She didn't bother heeding his warning. She repeated her previous movement, biting his collarbone harder than she'd done previously before dragging her tongue along the column of his throat and bit down on his jaw. With his eyes still closed, Takara seized her opportunity, grabbing his shoulders and pushing on his hips to roll him over onto his back, straddling him in the process. His eyes shot open, and she couldn't help but grin delightedly from her precarious perch.
This time a chorus of female growls erupted from the crowd, cheering her on despite knowing Takara was no match for her mate in a battle of strength. "Well played, My Lady," A female spectator cheered as she too laughed delightedly. "Make him work for his dominance!" A chorus of female cheers erupted as well as a few male chuckles and moans of pleasure.
Even as she gazed into his deadly glowing eyes, Takara felt nothing but elation and excitement pounding within her. Something behind that deadly glow changed and if she didn't know better, she could've sworn it was almost playful.
She didn't get a chance to consider further as he moved to roll them back over, but she wasn't going down without a fight and she kept their momentum going until he was on his back once again and she sat triumphantly atop her deadly husband as he growled his indignation.
She was ready for him the second time, so she moved before he could, leaning forward to pepper his torso in nips, kisses and licks until she made her way to his throat once more, biting down hard on his jaw as she wriggled her lower half where she needed it, feeling his hard length slipping between her folds until she felt the plump head press into her core.
Once he was seated inside her, Takara released her hold on his jaw and sat up, impaling herself on the thick rod of flesh she'd captured. This time her applause was a chorus of moans, snarls, and growls, male and female alike as she situated herself on her knees and placed her hands on the thick muscles of his abdomen. Then she rode him, lifting herself up before lowering back down on the iron hot rod of Sesshomaru's cock, tilting her hips until she found the spot inside her that made her clench with pleasure.
She watched him the entire time, his face snarled in pleasure as his gaze darted between where they were joined, to the rhythmic bouncing of her full breasts, and finally to her face as she moaned, taking her pleasure from him while he allowed it.
However, she could tell he wanted more. She lifted off him, removing his cock completely from her dripping center and quickly turned around. This time she braced herself on his muscled thighs, glancing at him over her shoulder as she lowed back down on him.
After a few experimental thrusts to find that sweet spot in her sleeve, Takara resumed her previous rhythm, this time, feeling his strong hands on her hips his thumbs gliding over the flesh of her rear. When his thumbs pulled, giving him an uninterrupted view of his penetration, heat rushed in opposite directions, her sex and to her face. The thought of him watching the intimate clasp of her sex to his made her clench tighter around him while also bringing a flush to her face.
Trying to distract herself, she reached between her legs. Behind her, Sesshomaru snarled, a warning should she try and touch herself further, but luckily for him, she didn't plan on doing so… yet.
Gently she grabbed the heavy sac resting between her mate's thighs and felt how it was drawn up to him, preparing for release. That mischievous side of her reveled that he was already so close to orgasm and knew what to do to push him over the edge.
Lifting his sac into her hands, she gently massaged and tugged until his snarls behind her turned deadly, then she moved her second hand, placing her knuckles on the firm surface of the platform while using her thumb to rub instantly behind his sac until she found the correct spot.
When his snarl indicated she'd found the correct spot, Takara showed it no mercy, timing her thrusts, tugs and rubs in time with each other until she felt the final tightening of his sac in her hand. A moment later he roared his release again, sending more of his hot seed into her depths.
However, she still hadn't received her release and she decided to claim it. She lowered herself onto him, taking him as deeply as he could go, pressing him against that glorious spot inside her, but decided to use her fingers to reach her completion, rubbing her clit until she too found her completion the strength of it causing her to double over as she rode the seemingly never-ending waves until she was left panting and trembling where she sat.
Panting and attempting to recover, she paid little heed to the growls coming from behind her until she found the strength to lift herself off of him, bringing a trail of their essence with his withdrawal. However, when a deadly growl reverberated in her ear and a fist tangled in her hair, she knew things were about to get rough.
Sesshomaru pulled her to the bedding on the dais by her hair until she laid beside him, her head landing against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist and gathered her hands into his steel grip. She felt her entire being still as he then situated the leg closest to her between his and trembled in excitement and anticipation.
Sapphire eyes met glowing ruby and turquoise as she gaged her level of trouble, but while there was threat there wasn't danger and while there was fury there wasn't hatred.
She could live with that.
Reassured he wouldn't harm her, Takara relaxed into his hold and allowed her other leg to fall open for him. The threatening growl lowered into a softer rumble as his free hand moved to stroke her unguarded sex, free for him to do with it as he would and allowed her to snuggle closer to him as the sword roughened hand covered and stroked her wet flesh.
Knowing what was to come, Takara shut her eyes and waited for the punishment she would receive. She felt his hand leave her flesh and even the moans of the audience had grown silent as they too waited for the first strike.
When it didn't come, Takara opened her eyes and looked to Sesshomaru. His devilish smirk answered her questioning gaze as his cupped hand fell, sending shockwaves of the most delicious hurt from the epicenter of her sex.
Her cries were nearly lost in the chorus of growls and moans from the audience, male and female alike as they watched her accept the punishment from her mate and reveled in it. She had behaved unseemly as a mate, and it was his job to punish her for her behavior. He was the one who owned her pleasure, and it was her fault she had sought his too eagerly and because of that she would remember this lesson well… when she decided to misbehave again.
"Thank you, Sesshomaru." Her voice was breathless, higher pitched from the sweet agony he had dealt and the knowledge of what was to come. Not only did the males in the audience groan with heavy need at her words, but from the corner of her eye, she saw that devilish smirk had grown, morphing into a wicked grin.
The yelp of hurt from his next strike morphed into a moan as heat began to coil in her sex. The heat sent wave upon wave of pleasure coursing through her body even as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Thank you, Sesshomaru." Her whisper spoke more than simply the words she had said. It spoke of her surrender to him; it spoke that he owned her in that moment and everything she did was to serve him and everything he did was to reward that servitude.
She thanked him for the next three strikes, even as tears finally began to escape from her eyes, but the pain had dulled into a steady throb of pulsating heat. Her hips rising to meet each strike, begging him to take all he wanted from her, to punish her until she could take no more.
Her legs had spread wider to greet his severe hand, anticipating another strike to her awaiting flesh, and he paused in his assault to rub his hand across her burning mound. The gentle touch sent searing pins and needles prickling in her abused flesh as she cried out in beautifully anguished torment.
The next strike caught her off guard as he allowed his palm to come into contact with her clit, sending the most anguishing hurt yet through her body, but still she thanked him. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she thanked him for his punishment, his ownership, his protection, everything. Takara thanked him for all of it without saying the words, and somewhere, she felt a brush of power against her soul. The warmth of it, the feel of protection and adoration from it told her it belonged to Sesshomaru's beast and prayed it understood what she was unable to say.
His hand cupped once more and avoided her clit, punishing her by holding her approaching climax at bay. "Thank you. Thank you, Sesshomaru!" she wailed, reveling in that glorious hurt, her entire body pulsating with the heat from her sex as it rampaged through her, ripping, and tearing everything she had to give and more.
She struggled in his grasp, not to escape, but to spread herself as wide as possible, hoping he would deign to touch her clit once more if she offered herself to him, but he didn't. His next strike fell much like the previous and even as she sobbed her hurt, she thanked him. "Thank you, Sesshomaru! Thank you! Ah!"
His hand came down again and he snarled in her ear as she grappled to keep her legs open for the next hurt that was to come, but she resolved to be the best mate she could be and accept everything her male gave her; the punishment she'd earned for her disobedience. "Thank you!" She screamed, panting to catch her breath, trying to search through the sea of her anguish to find the rope holding climax and draw it in. "Thank you, Sesshomaru! Please!" She finally managed after heaving in a lungful of air. She was so close to falling apart and it felt as if the very next strike would break her if she didn't climax.
The sounds of moans and flesh slapping as their audience also enjoyed her punishment, faded to nothing, as if there was nothing in the world but the two of them, husband and wife, master and servant, pleasure and pain. They were all opposite sides of the same coin, and she needed him as much as he needed her.
A growl echoed around her, and she couldn't tell if it was merely Sesshomaru's voice in her ear or his demon surrounding her soul. The rumbling seemed to stroke every inch of her body, inside and out, cascading with the luxurious heated agony of her pleasure filled pain until the rumbling formed words her shattered mind could comprehend.
"You are perfection, Takara. My sweet treasure."
Finally, blissfully, mercifully, Takara felt his hand fall, the flat of his palm sharply stinging against her delicate pearl and sending her body through a maelstrom of pleasure, stealing the breath from her lungs as climax consumed her, tearing through her inside and out until everything, every sight, every sound, every scent, and every touch faded into nothingness that left her floating.
However, the soft stroking of hands on her body caressed her back down to earth from where she'd been drifting amongst the stars. She felt her lips form words and perhaps the shaking of the dais, but she knew nothing else for a moment more until she realized her eyes were shut. Eventually she remembered how to open them as she lazily glanced up to the most self-assured smirk she'd ever seen on her mate's face.
Slowly the sounds of moans, slapping flesh and gasps echoed to her and she looked to see most of the crowd engrossed with each other, but a few still seemed to be holding out for more. When Sesshomaru didn't say anything, only leaned down to kiss her, before that smirk was plastered back on his face, Takara knew something was off.
She opened her mouth to speak but found her voice nearly gone. He chuckled as he waited for her to clear her throat. "What?" She finally got the word out.
"Enjoy yourself?"
She doubted he believed her breathy "Meh" followed by the laborious shrug of her shoulders and a contented sigh that seemed to come from her soul.
"You don't lie very well, My Treasure," He laughed, laying over top of her, his long silvery hair falling to curtain them from the world.
"What do I have to lie about?"
"You startled the entire court, myself included, when you shouted in the dragon language."
She blinked at him, her gaze blank.
The smirk returned. "You don't remember?"
"Uh… no… but, oh well. Everyone seems to be alright," she lifted her hands to stroke his muscular chest as she tried to remember. She gave up after a moment. "What did I say?"
"Forgive me, my understanding of the dragon speech isn't masterful, but I believe it was something like, 'Kogaan Dii Thur', or something like that."
Takara thought it better to play dumb.
"What does it mean?"
He would know if she was lying when she denied the knowledge of the words, so it was better she didn't speak. So, she shut her mouth and stared.
His eyes narrowed at her, but he was a demon after all and he wasn't above playing unfairly. Before she could stop him, a hand lowered and gave a gentle smack to her abused flesh, the gentle tap feeling like a baseball bat from how sensitive she was. A pain laced gasp escaped her as she quickly surrendered. "Ouch, okay, okay, you big bully. Easy down there."
"What did you say?"
Her cheeks, had they not already been flushed from exertion and orgasm would've turned burgundy. "I just said 'Thank you, My Master', so there. You happy?" She wasn't sure what she expected when she bashfully mumbled her words, but it wasn't for him to still where he loomed over her.
In only a few heartbeats his gaze bled to crimson once more and part of her worried she'd upset him. The bruising grip on her hip as he flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her to her knees assured her that wasn't the case.
Once more, he rammed into her, and neither of them seemed to care about her still stinging sex. No matter how much she sought to deny it, 'Master' was a fitting title for her mate. In a few fluid movements, he had arranged her body in the perfect position for him to impale her on his thick, pulsing cock that hit the exact spot she needed him. In only a few thrusts, Sesshomaru had sent her tumbling headlong down the path of climax once more and he wasn't far behind.
The way the pain of his thrusts mixed with the pleasure of his cock hitting the deep nest of nerves inside her sheath was like magic, combining a deadly mix of power and reward into an all-consuming firestorm at had her whimpering with every thrust. Just as much as she knew she wanted and needed to climax, she dreaded it just the same, knowing this was the time he was going to tie her, locking him against the abused flesh of her sex.
She knew she was right when he lifted her upper half, covering her back as he leaned over, caging her beneath him. A bit unsteady, Takara braced herself against his thrusts and tried to prepare herself for what was to come, but before she could, climax had already crept up on her. A startled scream erupted from her as she clamped down on the plowing rod inside her like a vice, and a sharp pain bloomed from her shoulder as Sesshomaru bit into her, claiming her once more.
The familiar pressure of his cock expanding inside her grew in her lower belly, filling her with the heat of his seed and the throbbing fullness of his knot. Once she no longer felt his knot expanding, his weight lifted from her back as he released her shoulder as his demonic aura crackled against her skin, the feeling familiar as he released a roar that resembled a howl as he finally stilled against her.
Takara panted, trembling weekly but held still for him. Sure, he'd offered to let her taunt him a few times, but she was exhausted and the amount of demonic aura crackling from him was suspicious. His pawlike hands slamming down beside hers was the only explanation she needed. He'd partially transformed once again, but this time he seemed to have a better hold on that transformation.
To her left, she glanced over to the dais where his mother and very concerned looking father sat watching them intently. "Be ready," she told them. "Last time he finished his transformation once we separated." His father gave her a nod, and she stole a glance at the other side of the courtyard. The vast array of demons seemed to be satiated as they lay in a trembling pile of bodies along the porch, but they too seemed to get the message, lying still as not to pose a threat to an unstable Sesshomaru.
Takara sighed, turning her head to nuzzle his chin while she waited for his knot to end. A purr like rumble reverberated through him and he returned her nuzzle, resting his head on hers as he too waited. "I think it would be best if we moved," Tōga spoke up and she watched as he and Sesshomaru's mother moved to stand in front of them, but still far enough away Sesshomaru wasn't hostile.
It was only a few more moments before Takara felt his cock returning to its normal size and he was able to pull out of her, much to her relief. She sighed, resting on her hip and finally on her side before a flash of light erupted from behind her and also the sound of crashing and cracking wood. Sure enough, when she looked over her shoulder, Sesshomaru lay there in his canine form, taking up more than half of the courtyard in doing so.
His body wrapped around the dais she lay on, his back feet and tail blocking the way she'd entered and his front paws resting close to his parents. Once he was still and adjusted, his mother walked to the stage unconcerned with her son's transformation. Before she could place their son down, the wriggling little bundle began to loudly protest, whimpering and grunting the entire time. Carefully she unwrapped the unhappy pup from her fur and set him on the platform.
Takara paid her audience no mind as she watched their pup look around to get his bearing and plopped himself down to announce to everyone in the form of a whining howl that he was unhappy. A laugh escaped her as she glanced back to look at Sesshomaru, whose head tilted one way and then the other as he listened to his pup. "Kuromaru, I'm right here." She laughed, but no. It wasn't enough for the little pup. He had suffered an egregious offence and he was going to tell everyone who would listen about it. He continued with his little 'awoos' for only a moment longer before his father felt like he'd complained enough.
A quick roar-like bark had Kuromaru looking around for her and once his blue eyes met hers, he quickly started to waddle over, climbing over the mountains of pillows and the valleys of furs on the trek to reach his mother. He tripped on unsteady feet a few times, but eventually got his footing and hurriedly clambered over to her, licking, sniffing and nuzzling her.
Usually, he went straight for his meal, but this time he sniffed her all over as if checking she was alright. "He was upset when you were receiving your punishment," Sesshomaru's mother explained. "I wrapped him up as not to disturb the two of you, so he is merely concerned for your wellbeing."
He must've been terribly concerned because now that he knew his mother was safe, he stood on his hind legs, propped his front limbs on her shoulder and released the cutest, most ferocious little barks and growls she'd heard in the direction of his father. Not one to back down, Sesshomaru growled right back, his growl reverberating the ground.
It seemed that his pup had also inherited his stubborn streak as well, because the little fuzzy bundle of black didn't back down either. He continued to bark and growl at his sire even as his fangs were close enough Takara could feel the moisture of his lips just behind her.
Realizing this argument from when he was a newborn, Takara carefully grabbed her son and set him away, scooting back to her mate until she was behind Sesshomaru's lower jaw. It took a minute, but Kuromaru got the idea and once his growls quieted to whimpers, Sesshomaru's stopped completely. Once his point was made, Sesshomaru lifted his head and allowed his pup access to his mother once again. Still, he sniffed and nuzzled against her first, checking that she was truly ok.
"I'm fine, my love," she whispered to him, stroking his back to calm him as he looked from his sire to her and back a few times before he finally gave into hunger. Once he was sure she was alright, he happily settled into the furs and found a comfortable position to nurse, sending a flood of calming hormones gently coursing through her body.
As her eyes drooped from contentment and exhaustion, she heard their lady host's gentle laughter as she walked away. "Well done, my dear," she commented. "You have made your mate, his father and I very proud this day. Now get some rest." Takara needed no further invitation and quickly fled into an exhausted slumber.