Here it is. I'm sorry it took so long but my stupid computer wouldn't allow me to submit any new documents! I tried to I swear I did!

Anyways, I have come to the conclusion that I will write a short epilogue, so technically this isn't the end. I mean, it's the last chapter, but that's beside the point.

Okay, now let's drop the bull and get right down to it.

"Blahblah" speech

'Blahblah' thoughts

Disclaimer: I do own Inuyasha… What? Oh fine, I don't own it. :(

Chapter Thirteen: Blessed Union

Pushing herself up from the plush surface of the bed, Kagome yawned once, turning her head to look down at the man lying next to her. His smooth, honeyed depths were currently closed, giving him a peaceful appeal. He looked so angelic when he slept.

Taking a quick glance around the room, she found herself to be in his room once again. As the blankets pooled around her hips, she also took note of the fact that she was naked, meaning someone had stripped her. She could only guess that after she had fallen asleep that Sesshomaru had brought her to his home and rid her of her torn clothes.

She couldn't help but feel terrible that the dress had been ruined. It was, after all, given to her by her mother.

She yelped a bit when a large, warm hand snaked around her hip, claws tickling her flesh. Looking back down at Sesshomaru, she found serene golden orbs staring up at her. His appearance was so relaxed, so calm. The arm that was not wound around her was tucked behind his head, acting as a pillow of sorts. His chest was bare to her, as hers was to him. She marveled at the smooth marble plain of his torso, the lines and dips carved into it composed of thick cords of muscle. His Elven ears and unusual markings making him look so very erotic and foreign. His silver hair, once again, was without flaw, every silken strand looking as though he had just brushed it.

Shrugging off the childish surge of jealousy she felt, she giggled and chirped, "Good morning."

Grabbing her hip more firmly, he pulled her down until she was lying on her back, wasting no time in rolling on top of her. "Indeed," he agreed, his hand cupping one of her milky mounds of maturity. Claws toying with the pink, little nipple, he bent his head down and captured the peak between his teeth. Nibbling it gently, he flicked his tongue over the tip, eliciting a shy moan from the woman beneath him.

Hands twining into his hair, she pulled his mouth away from her aching breast and brought her lips to his, bestowing a quick, chaste kiss upon them. Smiling up at him, she loosened her hold on his tinsel locks to trace the contours of his back. "Where is Rin?" she inquired sleepily.

Purring in content, he lowered his face to her chest, cheek resting between the valley of her breasts. "She is in school. I have arranged for her to spend the night at her nanny, Kaede's, home. She will be brought back in the morning."

Inhaling her scent, he growled happily when he smelt no trace of Naraku on her. Last night, while she slept, he had scented her with his own musk, making sure nothing was left to remind him of the disgusting, now deceased hanyou.

Remembering that he had yet to ask her the question he had been longing to for some time, he sighed in frustration and moved away from the warmth of her body, standing to retrieve the small velvet case from its place in the pocket of his pants… pants that he had shed last night, along with every other article of his clothing.

Blushing when he stood unabashedly nude before her, Kagome couldn't help but watch as he walked toward the discarded heap of clothing near the wall and bent over to retrieve something. 'Gods that man has a nice ass,' she sighed as she tilted her head a little, admiring the view. When he turned back to her, completely exposed, her eyes locked onto his flaccid, yet still extremely impressive member.

Remembering the many nights they had shared, she fluttered her eyelashes and sighed, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Sesshomaru had been blessed, that much was certain. The long, lean expanse of his body was riddled with tightly bunched bundles of muscle, each one rippling under his ivory skin as he approached. His divine silver hair, golden eyes, and breathtaking facial features were like that of some Greek god. And, of course, his package was incredible, especially when he was aroused.

The naughty, mischievous side of her wanted nothing more than to leap out of bed, nudity and modesty be damned, and jump his bones right there and then. To feel the intimidating girth of his fully erect cock inside of her. Like an iron bar encased in a thin sheet of velvet… 'Holy shit,' she groaned, 'when did I become such a bloody pervert?'

"Enjoying the view, little one?"

Eyes darting to his, she blanched in mortification at realizing she had been caught ogling his manhood. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she turned away and mumbled something incoherent under her breath.

Laughing whole heartedly at her bashfulness, Sesshomaru shook his head and joined her on the bed.

All embarrassment faded at hearing his laugh, so full and rich, like layers of dark chocolate. She loved that laugh. She loved everything about him.

Inhaling through his nose, he reached over, making sure the case remained out of sight, and took her tiny hand in his. "Kagome," he began, his voice a little more shaky than he would have liked, "there is something I need to ask you. The purpose of our dinner last night was to do just that but we got rather sidetracked… which wasn't your fault in any way, I just…"

Closing his eyes, he mentally smacked himself, hard, and took another deep breath. 'Good gods I'm rambling. I am Sesshomaru Taisho, damn it all, I can stand in front of thousands and make a public speech and yet here I am fumbling over a few fucking words! And now I'm swearing… What has this woman done to me?'

Reopening his eyes, he decided to cut to the chase and removed the red, velvet case from behind his back. Cracking it open, he and asked in the softest voice possible for one such as himself, "Will you marry me?"

She gasped. All other life seemed to shudder to an abrupt halt, leaving nothing but the two of them. Had he just… proposed? His eyes, they were so very honest, so open and trusting. He trusted her. There was no way she would ever break that trust.

The case he had revealed to her held a small, silver band; a perfectly sculpted diamond resting in the center. It was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen.

Lower lip trembling, she reached forward to brush her fingers against his cheek. Unshed tears fell, trailing down her cheeks in an endless stream of happiness.

Seeing her begin to cry, he released her hand to wipe the tiny, liquid diamonds from her face. Leaning forward, he placed his forehead against hers, breathing shakily before whispering, "Kagome, be my mate. I can't imagine my life without you, koi. I… I love you."

Arms wrapping loosely around his neck she gave a short, choked laugh and whispered back, "Sesshomaru, of course." Then, after sniffling, she answered in a much stronger voice, "Of course I'll marry you. I love you."

Breath escaping in a shuddery whoosh, he pressed his lips to hers, mumbling small, almost inaudible promises, "I swear I'll make you the happiest woman on this earth. I'll love you all of my days, worship the very ground you walk on. I'll give you everything; the moon, the sun, they are yours; every star in the sky is at your fingertips, love. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, my angel."

Tears continuing to stream down her cheeks, she released a shaky breath of her own as he slid the ring onto her finger and bestowed a loving kiss on every one of her knuckles.

Crawling forward until he was hovering above her, Sesshomaru placed a warm kiss on the junction of her neck and shoulder; nuzzling into her thick, raven locks and inhaling her wondrous scent.

Parting her legs so that he could situate himself between them, she rested her cheek against the top of his head, cooing softly as he smothered her with tender, open mouthed kisses, his fangs scraping lightly against her heated flesh.

Breathing hotly into her ear, he suckled the lobe between his teeth, giving it a playful tug as her hands massaged his back. Feeling his member stiffen, he lowered himself onto her, rubbing the engorged head against her thigh.

Feeling the tip of his swollen arousal against her leg, she whimpered under her breath, tilting her hips upward to grind against him.

Groaning, Sesshomaru shuddered at the unexpected, yet welcome action. Wanting to explore every inch of her body before he took her, he trailed eager fingers over her long, graceful neck, continuing on by moving to her collarbone and then shoulders. She visibly shivered when he skimmed his claws against her arms, the fine hair on them rising.

Capturing her small, feminine hands in his, he splayed his fingers out against hers, noticing just how delicate she really was. Her petite hands were only half the size of his.

Moving on, his fingers traced the swell of her breasts, an area he was very well acquainted with. Her rosy nipples puckered under his ministrations, and he gave them both a gentle flick with his tongue.

The soft curves of her waist and the flat, firm expanse of her stomach came next. Her skin was so very smooth; warm beneath his touch.

Her hips and thighs were not left out by his wandering hands; claws trailing the entire length of her legs and feet before moving back upward.

That left only one place that he had not yet explored as of that day. Cupping her womanhood, he relished in the soft gasp that escaped her lips, his middle finger curling to dip into the folds of her feminine flower. Finding her clit, he circled it slowly, groaning when the scent of her arousal increased, surrounding him like a blanket of silk with its soft, sensual aroma. She smelt so very sweet, so completely eatable.

Finding he wanted nothing more than to devour her, Sesshomaru slunk down her form, stopping only when his face hovered over her entrance. He could feel the heat of her core wafting against his skin, basking him in its warmth. Inhaling deeply, he moaned when he was hit by the full force of her smell, his senses tingling with small frissons of pleasure and masculine pride.

The hot, wet press of his tongue against her nether lips caused Kagome to let out a little yip of surprise, her fingers tangling into the mass of silvery locks that brushed her thighs in such a teasing manner. His long, talented tongue slithered between her folds to seek out her pearl, flicking it gently before he clamped his mouth down on it.

Trembling at the delightful sound of her scream, Sesshomaru continued to suckle the tiny bundle of nerves, every stroke of his tongue collecting a little more of her godly nectar. Hands moving to cup her soft bottom, he pulled her off of the bed and removed his mouth from her clit. Using his thumbs to spread her cheeks, giving him better access to her dripping core, he thrust his tongue into her tight, hot center, savoring the way his name rolled off her lips in a steady, pleasurable mantra.

The instant the long, sinewy muscle speared into her, she was lost to the blissful euphoria of her orgasm. A tremor of ecstasy washed against her in rhythmic strokes, mimicking the action her love was currently performing with his tongue. Rocking her hips into his thrusts, she rode out the waves of her climax, her lips remaining open as her song of heavenly delight continued to spill from them.

Drinking up the juices she was so freely exuding, Sesshomaru purred happily as he lapped up his fill. She was so absolutely divine, more exquisite than the finest wine, sweeter than honey.

Pulling back, he watched as her flower continued to seep cloudy fluid; the rhythmic pulsing of her core hypnotizing him. Finding that his need was becoming unbearably hard, he moved back up her body to rest between her thighs once more.

Cooing soft reassurances into her delicately curved feminine ear, he placed the tip of his engorged length at her entrance, teasing her clit with the thick, mushroomed head.

Lips falling open in a silent scream, Kagome shuddered a little as the silver haired god above her continued his torturous ministrations. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she pulled him closer, her lips skimming the sensitive skin of his ear. "P-please, Sesshomaru… make love to me," she whispered in shaky tones.

Groaning, he bestowed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, and, with one quick stroke, sheathed himself in the tight heat of the goddess below. Hissing in pleasure, he stilled himself, willing away the urge to simply ram into her.

This time, it would be soft and slow. He would love her until she collapsed from exhaustion; until her fragile, ningen body could take no more. And then, when he could give no more, he would mark her and, with an exchange of blood, become one with her.

Kagome whimpered in delight as she felt the weight of his girth slide slowly from her, reentering in the same tedious manner. Eager fingers scraped across the tightly muscled expanse of his back; nails leaving thin, red trails in their wake. Her lips sought the flesh of his thickly corded neck, tongue memorizing his distinct, male flavor.

His own mouth paid homage to her ear, teeth tugging the delicate lobe before suckling it tenderly.

Sesshomaru lifted a hand to splay it across the flat, firm plain of her abdomen, trailing upward and relishing in the small amount of femininely shaped muscle below a thin layer of soft, milky skin. He looked forward to the day when that same belly would swell, carrying within it the fruits of their passionate and pleasurable labor. His seed, her egg… their child.

The thought of that alone made his hardness ache with the need to fill her with its load. Picking up his pace only slightly, but making sure it was still unbearable slow, his hand finally came to rest upon her breast. Massaging the soft, fleshy mound with precise movements, he tweaked her hardened nipples between his middle and index fingers, groaning when she gave a startled squeak.

Kagome could no longer concentrate on kissing his neck; all she could do was hold him as a wave of pleasure to the likes of which she had never experienced crept up her spine. Breath coming out in sharp pants, she tossed her head to and fro, her lips pulling back in a silent cry of ecstasy. She had never felt so very full, his slow, rhythmic strokes seemingly penetration deeper than they ever had.

"Sesshou," she murmured, "you've never been so deep."

Moaning hotly into her ear, he whispered back, "Oh gods, Kagome… you're so hot, so wet, so very perfect. You're so tight around me. I… I can barely stand it. I'm going to make love to you throughout the day and into the night. Fill you to the brim with my potent seed. Ah… koishii… I love you."

The sensation inside of grew, swelling in the pit of her belly like a tightly wound coil. "Se-Sesshomaru… I'm going… I'm going to cum!" she cried out in broken pants.

"Then cum; cum for me. Sing your song to the heavens, my angel," he mumbled, his usually low voice lowering another octave to a sensuous purr.

His tempo increased; breath becoming ragged as their passion filled cries echoed through the room, accompanied by the slapping of flesh on flesh.

His eyes, Kagome noticed, were filled with such loving adoration, such tender regard; their normally indifferent gleam lost in the throws of their passionate love making. They were not red, as they had been during their previous encounters. Now, all that was left were twin pools of molten amber, burning brighter than the sun itself as he stared into her glazed, sapphire orbs. She swore she could see down into the pit of his soul, and what she found made her tears begin anew. Love: pure, unswayable love.

He thanked the gods above for the millionth time that night as he stared down into the face of his angel, her flushed cheeks and scrumptious lips a deep shade of pink. Her eyes were half lidded, dampened lashes fluttering as tears trailed down the sides of her face and into her hair. It was the most beautiful sight his eyes had ever beheld.

Moaning with every one of his smooth thrusts, she clung to him tightly; her heart hammering in her ribs like the frantic beating of a drum. Then, finally, she came, eyes flying open as ruby lips poured their passion for the world to hear. Lights exploded before her eyes; her senses dimming as her brain focused all energy, all feeling on the immense sensation of her climax. The explosive orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami, shaking her entire being with its magnitude.

Sesshomaru couldn't hold back the moan that surfaced as she screamed for him, her tight heat quivering around him. The look of elation on her face as well as the ecstatic cry of passion she let out triggered his own release, his body jerking to a halt with one final, hard thrust. Groaning her name as his load was emptied into her, he slumped over her to give her time to recover. His mind was satisfied with the knowledge that his precious seed was now safely nestled in her nurturing womb, but his body was far from finished. Growling in a low tone to help calm her, he cupped her cheek with a single, large hand, lowering his lips to hers in a slow, gentle kiss. After a few minutes of making love to her mouth, he pulled back, breath wafting against her moist lips as he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you," was her quiet response.

Again he thrust into her, face lowering to rest in the crook of her neck as the intimate and ageless dance began once more; the steps slow and steady as they moved together, bodies clinging to one another in a tangled heap of limbs.

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Sesshomaru smiled lovingly at the sleeping woman in his arms, his claws running carefully through her tousled locks. Her lips curved into a smile, a sigh leaving them. She looked heavenly when she was sleeping.

Her lithe little form molded perfectly into his larger one; their bodies fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle. It was a rather fitting comparison as well, for it puzzled even him. How was it that he, the ningen loathing Lord of the West, had come to mate with this woman? He didn't much care. Fate was mysterious, her mischievous ways making her a cruel mistress at times and a benevolent one at others.

Either way, he did not regret his decision, not one bit.

His eyes wandered to her long neck, where a small blue crescent stood out against the pale canvas of her skin. That was where he had marked her, the puncture wounds from his teeth having shaped into the symbol of his clan once he had made the exchange of blood and the ritual was complete.

Opening his hand, he examined the small, pink scar that would forevermore rest against his palm. Unlike any other cut, this scar would not fade, for it was a symbol of his devotion and connection to the woman he held.

He had marked her only minutes ago, when they had climaxed together, binding himself to her for eternity. After the tremors of their release had died down, he had slit his palm, letting the blood pool there before pouring it between her kiss swollen lips. It was that action that sealed the bond; the offering of his blood unto her body.

With the combination of his youkai and her miko, he had passed on some qualities of a demon to her. Her lifespan would lengthen a great deal, enough to match the remainder of his own life. Her body would cease to age, leaving her looking as youthful as she did now until the day they died together. Her healing ability would also increase, without her having to conjure up her miko ability. Yes, it was a bonding that would benefit her greatly. He, however, was not without improvement. The drinking of her blood had made him immune to the power of a priestess, meaning that he no longer had to fret over the risk of being purified.

Their union was a joyous one, and he surmised that Rin would be happy to finally have a mother figure in her life.

His mind went back to focusing on how ethereal she looked, the moons pale face casting slivers of light into the room, bathing her form in a holy glow. The stars danced happily in the sky, rejoicing in the fact that the ageless Sesshomaru had finally taken a mate.

Said woman was currently shifting in her sleep, sliding closer to him. Tightening his hold on her, he kissed her atop the head, basking in the sweet, honeyed scent she gave off. He was now a part of that scent, his mark left not only on her skin, but in her aroma as well, warning any male youkai to stay away if they valued their lives. Human males wouldn't be so easily swayed, however. Then again, there were other methods of telling them to keep their hands to themselves.

Shrugging off the thought, he admired the way her ebony tendrils reflected blue, their tips curling around her head and shoulders like a wavy halo of shadow. Her skin was still slightly flushed, though the chilly air that seeped through the open balcony window was quickly cooling her off.

As she shifted once again, the moon's rays caught the sleek silver band on her finger, reflecting off the jewel to cast a kaleidoscope of light onto the bedroom wall.

He marveled at the beauty of it as his keen golden gaze caught sight of the myriad of luminosity. It almost seemed as though the heavens themselves were pleased with what had transpired that night.

A chuckle escaped his lips. It really wouldn't have mattered if the heavens agreed to it or not. All the fury of the gods could not pull him away from his little angel. She belonged to him, and he to her, for all of eternity.

Wah! I really enjoyed writing this story and it sucks to have to end it but, alas, it is time. I suppose I do have other stories that require my attention.

'Sigh'

Well, review please, and tell me what you think. I'll have the epilogue up soon… if my computer doesn't turn around and bite me in the ass again. Stupid, no good technology!