Nocturne - Chapter Seventeen: Naming Day
Rated - RM - Really Mature (for suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, and coarse language and SMUT?!) (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
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She was sure now that he could hear the heavy pounding of her heart within her chest. It hammered rapidly, and she had to hold her breath to keep from panting.
Sesshomaru leaned in, a predatory look within his golden eyes, and her mind went blank but for one thing. Would he devour her? Was she ready to be devoured? At this point, she did not think she could protest if she wanted to.
His lips pressed up against her own with a fierceness likened only to ravenous hunger. His hands snaked around her, pulling her close to keep her contained.
The force of his kiss deepened, and her lips were parted, allowing his tongue to sweep into her mouth in search of her own. There was no cause to be shy now, and her trepidations had been left at the door. She matched his speed with severity, a great need, all her own. Her hands reached up and found a hold in his silken hankimono. She gripped tight, pulling him closer as their kiss continued.
Pulling away for a breath, Kagome could have sworn he wore a smirk upon his face. There was a cool feeling against her back, and she half turned her head to find herself pressed upon a wall. Sesshomaru used her distracted state and began to lavish her exposed neck with his tongue, nipping her flesh along the way. He quickly made his way up the length of her jaw and ran the tip of his velvety tongue over her ear. Kagome moaned, responding by running her hands down the length of his body until they found a firm length that was pressing into her belly.
He elicited a low growl deep in his throat. He snapped up her wrists in one hand and pulled them above her head.
"No," he growled darkly.
Her eyes looked up to see his flashing with a warning. As if sensing her hesitation, his gaze softened. "I shall not be denied the sight of you first."
With her wrists still encircled by his iron grip above her head, Sesshomaru used his free hand. He ran his clawed fingers delicately down her trapped arms, down the side of her face, and then down her neck to her chest. She held her breath as his fingers parted the fabric of her hanjuban, exposing her breasts.
His eyes focused on their task, making quick work of the ties on her clothing. She lowered her head to watch his hand trail further down, grazing the skin and leaving gooseflesh in its wake. When he reached the top of her skirt, he stopped, and Kagome looked back up. Returned was the ravenous look that enraptured her. He released her wrists, using his now freed hand to continue lavishing her upper body. He cupped her breast with a hand, the other continuing its work at her skirts.
A deep moan escaped her lips, and her head fell back against the wall, her eyes clamped shut with pleasure. Before she knew it, warmth enveloped her neck once more. Kagome could feel his long canines graze her skin, causing her to buck under his touch and suck in a breath. His tongue followed seconds after, spreading wet kisses down her neck until he had reached the hollow of her throat.
The trail of kisses continued to her breasts, heavy and heaving. She gripped his fur pelt with her left hand, running her fingers through the velvety soft fibers. This elicited a strange reaction from Sesshomaru, he hissed through his teeth, and his eyes flashed with red. Kagome looked down and was nearly unnerved by the sight. He looked up at her, leaving the skin of her now tender and aching breasts, and claimed her mouth again. She moaned into him. The severity and recklessness he was using pushing her to be bolder.
Suddenly Sesshomaru stopped, taking a step away from her and causing her to groan from the lack of contact. It was cold, and Kagome noticed from the feel of the air against her skin that her skirts had pooled around her feet. She looked down, now seeing her nakedness, and felt ashamed. Had he snapped out of his carnal lust? She felt as though she had been weighed and measured and found wanting. Her hands trembled as they moved to cover herself in shame.
Kagome heard the clang of metal hitting the wooden planks of the floor. Chewing on her bottom lip, she chanced a look from beneath her lashes to find Sesshomaru disrobing as well. Her insecurities were doing their best to overwhelm her, but she had to do something to quell them down. He was here, and he had a desire for her. Now was not the time to clam up. No, she berated herself; she would be confident.
Her arms dropped to her slides slowly and deliberately. Sesshomaru had just pulled the ties to his hankimono, his chest now visible and free, when he caught her stare. Kagome stepped towards him, taking her steps slow and seductive. She made sure to let her full hips sway from side to side as she moved, and his eyes drank in the sight of her. Stepping in front of him, she reached out to his bare chest and felt along the smooth rigid muscles. She allowed herself to languish over his well-formed abs while biting her lower lip. He'd always seemed so slender under his armor and clothes. Kagome should not have been surprised to find such defined muscles below the surface on a groomed man whose name literally meant killing perfection.
If he'd been taken aback by her confidence, he did not show it, instead choosing to watch her run her hands up his chest and over his shoulders to push the remnants of the hankimono out of the way, and he allowed the sleeves to run down his arms. He'd reached up to do something, but Kagome took him off guard and shoved him in the chest as hard as she could.
His eyes widened with a mild shock, not at her strength but at the audacity that she had used force on him. She wasn't sure if he fell backward because of her push or to amuse her. Either way, he was on the ground before her with his hands behind him, and she lowered herself to sit in his lap.
Their lips met, this time with tenderness rather than unbridled passion. Their kisses were long and exploratory. Her tongue moved over the tips of his fangs and touched his with delicate strokes. That he allowed her dominance was a testimony to the restraint he was demonstrating. Using her knees for support, she began to work with the remnant of clothing that blocked them from joining. She could feel his hardness through the fabric, and it made her insides squeeze in a tantalizing sensation. A soft groan pealed from his slightly parted lips, causing Kagome to look up from her work briefly.
Sesshomaru's head titled back, his silver hair falling behind him, and his eyes heavy with desire. When he noticed she'd stopped moving, he growled and grabbed her by the hips to pull her into him.
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The woman's eyes widened as he cupped her buttocks and pushed himself against her. She gasped at the contact and released her breath in a moan. His lip pulled back into a sneer as he realized there was still something impeding him from feeling her soft flesh. Even with the barrier, he could feel the wetness seep through. Enough time had been spent enjoying her, and he had kept the demon at bay as long as he could.
"Now," the dark voice pleaded. "Take it."
Sesshomaru pushed the red that kept attempting to supersede his control down. He'd nearly lost that control twice already. It begged for release and release he had promised it. In due time. His time.
With one hand still holding her hip, he used the other to rip free of his lower garments and, in a deft movement, positioned his free member to the warm and waiting opening positioned above it. Slow was not something he could promise, and even though the woman was ready and willing, he had no desire to harm her.
It took everything in him to use restraint when his inner beast beckoned to be loosed. With her supple body so near and waiting, he nearly allowed it to be set free. "FREE ME," it howled from within.
The woman cupped his face in her small hands and placed delicate kisses on his cheeks and a final one upon his forehead, right upon his crescent mark. For an unexplained reason, the gesture quieted the raging demon within. The woman smiled a small, tender smile and kissed his lips, all while lowering her hips onto him. The slow movement was exquisite and more than he could have asked for. Her warm, soft folds enveloped his length in one single movement.
Her mouth opened, releasing a staggering breath, and her eyes locked onto his own. He could feel a smirk creep onto his face, pulling at the corners of his mouth. She was his now. She opened up to him like a night-blooming flower. Her delicate petals ripened above him as he guided her hips up and down. Her breathing picked up, shakey, and ragged.
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Their movements had become quick with need. Sesshomaru was indulging her and allowing her to set the pace. From memory, she knew that he could overwhelm her with his frenzied endeavors. Now she felt the build in her core, threatening to explode. Could he tell by the knit of her brow? The shakey drag of her breath as she pulled in air? The trembling of her touch while she locked her arms behind his neck, burying her face?
Perhaps his need matched her own. He grabbed her behind her neck and pushed her onto her back without breaking their contact. Now he was in control, and she was on the edge of a precipice. He knew it. And he was going to taunt her. He rose to look at her face, forehead a sheen of sweat, and her eyes dewy with desire. "Don't...don't stop," she uttered desperately, begging...pleading.
He leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Mine," before plunging into her and giving her the release she desired.
Kagome cried out in ecstasy, her body quivering beneath him, "Sesshomaru!"
Though she felt spent, he was not. He lifted her leg, gripping the bottom of her thigh, and began to pummel into her with deep, warring thrusts. He claimed her lips once again. She could not help but to moan into him, inciting him further. Had he become thicker? She wondered absently. His thrusts deeper? He seemed to hit her core, each time causing pressure to build again. Again? she thought deliriously.
One final thrust, deeper and harder than any of the others, took her with him to plummet over that edge. Even in climax, he was beautiful and perfect; she noticed watching him through glances. He groaned in release, and she cried out, too, gripping and clawing at his back.
Panting, they lay entwined for a moment. Kagome felt glorious and afraid all at once. For the brief moment, she lay beneath his hard body, fearing an awkward post-coital encounter. He pushed his weight off her and looked into her eyes. He seemed to sense her hesitation. Taking a hand, he moved some of her sweat-soaked hair from her face.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Her eyes widened, and she felt a blush creep into her cheeks. He thought her beautiful? A smile tugged on her lips, but she quashed it down for the moment.
Sesshomaru sat up and began to retrieve his clothes. "Dress quickly. Someone approaches."
Kagome bolted up and grabbed the nearest thing she could reach, using the item to cover her. Who could be coming? She was not prepared for anyone to catch her like this. There would be time for explaining later once she had a handle on what was going on between them herself.
For now, she hurried to dress and tame her hair into a semblance of non-disheveled mess. She smoothed her locks with her hands, hoping it would do the trick, and glanced over to see Sesshomaru fully dressed and waiting. He looked as though he had never even undressed in the first place, every article of clothing back in place looking meticulous and tidy. How did he do it? It must have been his yoki or centuries of practice.
Kagome ran to the door and pushed it aside to see a figure approaching the house. The sun was setting, but there was still enough light to see by. She stepped outside and watched to see Rin strolling to the house. Kagome scoffed to herself, perfect timing the girl had. She heard the door part aside and felt Sesshomaru step out behind her.
Rin was close enough to catch sight of him and hollered out, "Lord Sesshomaru!" She did not run like Kagome thought she might once she recognized her former guardian. She realized that was due to the small child she carried in her arms.
Kagome looked back at Sesshomaru, curious to see his reaction. As expected, he remained neutral and stood still. She smiled and shook her head. Some things would never change.
She ran up to young Rin, who wore a broad grin. The younger girl waggled her eyebrows up and down to Kagome and gave her a wink. "Oh, Kagome, little baby Sesshy seemed unusually fussy after you left, and Sango asked I deliver her home. I see she wanted to meet her daddy."
Kagome took the baby from Rin and took a deep breath. The small child was settled now and watching everything she could with alert eyes. Kagome ran her finger over the baby's nose and smiled. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the waiting Sesshomaru.
He looked down upon the infant with what appeared to be indifference. Kagome felt a lump form in her throat and bit the inside of her lip. One of her fears for her baby was that her father would reject her. Kagome had hoped for something more, some reaction, but nothing. Even Rin stayed quiet, watching the scene unfold.
He stared at the child, and the child stared up at him in return, both father and daughter looking at one another. The baby finally cooed, smiling and kicking her little arms and legs out happily. Sesshomaru's brow knit together, and he brought up a hand towards the baby with considerable hesitation. The baby grabbed hold of his finger as soon as his hand was close enough.
Kagome watched his face and finally noticed a crack in his facade. A tiny smile tugged on the corner of his mouth before he flashed a look to Kagome from beneath his lashes. She merely smiled.
"Meet your daughter," she said to him.
It was as if her words made it click home. His eyes softened, and he used the pad of his thumb to rub the soft skin of the baby's hand.
"Setsuna," he said softly.
Kagome looked to Rin and back to Sesshomaru, "What?"
He looked at her and repeated, "Setsuna. Her name."
"Oh," she responded and looked at her small darling daughter. Setsuna. An instant: for that is all it took from the moment he had laid eyes on her.
Rin jumped up and down with glee. "I knew it! I told you he would name her and what an amazing name he chose! Oh, this Rin is so happy!" Her fanfare was cut short, and she pointed out behind the house. "Who is that?"
Sesshomaru whipped around, perturbed that he had not sensed another presence. Kagome pulled the baby close to her chest and stepped close to Sesshomaru. He put out a hand behind him, indicating for Kagome to remain there.
There was nothing to be seen, nor anything to be heard, nor anything to be sensed. He did not turn around but demanded to Rin, "What did you see?"
"At first, I thought it was Inuyasha, but they ran off that way," she pointed to the west. "I don't know."
"Hnn," Sesshomaru remarked.
Kagome stepped from behind, anxious to know if they faced a threat. "That couldn't have been Inuyasha; you would have sensed him. What's happening?"
Sesshomaru turned his head and looked down at her. "Likely the hanyo woman," he admitted.
"What?" Kagome questioned incredulously. "What does that even mean? What hanyo woman?"
"It would seem I have offended the DaiŌzoku," he explained. "Now, they know of you and the child."
A/N: Finally, "it" happened. Hope ya'll liked it. Took me forever to write.
I shall have it noted that *my* Setsuna existed well before the Yashahime nonsense if anyone is like - oh, the author is using one of the twin YH names for her fic. I was going to make one up according to a neat blog I read on how to make up real Japanese names (hella cool like Sesshomaru), but then I'm like...nah...Ain't no one got time for that.
Thank you for reading, and I appreciate any and all reviews. It's so lovely to see your thoughts, theories, and even *gulp* criticisms. ~(˘▾˘~) (~˘▾˘)~