When she stirred from her brief rest and opened her eyes, Jaken was gone. Ah-Un was gone. And Sesshoumaru was... awake.
She refused to start at the foreign set of eyes boring passionlessly into her own. He betrayed no anger or upset as he looked back at her with his listless expression, but it offered her no solace. Because even though he displayed no outward signs to her, Kagome could pretty much guess what was festering beneath his surface. He would leave it up to her to discern his thoughts on their situation, and she was certain that grateful relief was not among them.
She had somehow managed to remain on top of him as she slept, continuing to lend him her warmth as she herself was able to recharge. Despite the rigid feel of his hard, muscular form; her body rested against his comfortably, allowing her to relax completely above him.
She couldn't have been asleep long, for the fire still had life, and it appeared that the reptile duo had gone back out to ensure that the flames would continue to blaze throughout the night.
Though a long ways from properly heated, it was a great improvement to his previous state. Sesshoumaru was now alert, but by no means himself. He was devastatingly human.
Was that why she was still alive, and allowed to remain in very close proximity?
She pushed her nerves aside to appraise the - once- demon lord.
She felt guilty for nodding off on him. After all he had been through... and as soon as he could talk again, he had been reduced to nothing more than a body pillow.
"How are you feeling?" She finally managed to ask. He refused to look away, but wouldn't deign a response.
Maybe he wasn't as different as she thought. Still, she ventured on.
"Are you okay?"
Again, he didn't answer. She really hadn't expected him to. And, she supposed, he really didn't need to. He was about as fucking far from 'okay' as she had ever seen him. Pride could be mended. Arms grew back- at least his seemed to. But she didn't know how to fix this. She didn't even know if they could.
They could get to that later. But if she was going to help him, beyond simply getting his body temperature to a survivable level, she was going to need at least the most basic information.
"What happened?" she begged.
He remained completely still as she bravely continued her warming motions against him. Slightly relieved by his lucidity, and no longer dreading his pending retaliation, she allowed herself to take in his new appearance more fully.
There was no denying it.
He was absolutely, heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
She had attributed his stunning features in the past to his exotic heritage. Despite the pleasing symmetry of his perfectly aligned bone structure, she had considered that his jarring good-looks had more to do with his dog demon nature.
But seeing him now, stripped of his culture- not to mention his clothes- it was made painfully clear that his youkai blood was not entirely to blame.
As a human, he was perfection. Even donning a black eye and several fresh abrasions, he was by far the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't be sure with him flat on his back, but his transformation into a human seemed to rob him of some of his height. He was still very tall- taller than most humans, but his stature looked smaller in comparison to his former self.
His frame was still incredibly built- an anatomy professor's teaching aid come to life, really- but he seemed to have diminished some. He didn't appear quite as intimidating, but perhaps it was due to his new vulnerability.
And though she found herself missing the gold in his eyes, the violet irises he now wore were definitely nothing to scoff at.
His unreadable mask was still spot on, and he fixed her with it as she caught herself staring, and averted her gaze guiltily.
It appeared that she wasn't going to get anywhere as far as conversation, so she decided to put her curiosity on hold to keep with her task. As she allowed her hands to run over the hard plains of his chest, she had to remind her self not to enjoy the feel of his body beneath her own.
Heat was pooling low in her abdomen at the intimate contact, and though she felt the urge to, it would not be wise to follow her body's call to grind her hips into his thick leg. She scolded herself mentally at the inappropriate reaction.
As the miko lay on top of him, doing her best to rub him warm, Sesshoumaru assessed their current predicament, trying to determine his next course of action.
He detested this situation. Having a human touching him so intimately made his skin want to crawl. It was bad enough being reduced to this pathetic state, but now he had witnesses.
The only thing keeping him from snapping her neck for having the audacity to remain in his presence was the fact that she appeared to be making efforts to save his now mortal life.
How he would love to have his poison claws. To summon his deadly toxins to his finger tips and dispatch her for her offenses. But his blunt human nails would hardly break her skin. The downsides to his limited abilities just kept multiplying...
As she let her hands venture downward to rub the sides of his still perfectly cut torso, even his dulled mortal senses could detect her arousal. No, he couldn't scent it, like he would have in the past. But in his short amount of time as a human, he was becoming aware of the tools he had at his disposal.
Where a dog demon could rely on sharp hearing and keen sense of smell to tell them everything they needed to know, humans seemed to rely more on sight. And touch.
And if the dampness pressing against his thigh wasn't enough to clue him in to her affliction, the look she was making as she tried to repress the pleasurable feeling of the contact would have been enough to do the trick. It was a disgusting thought, and if she had been looking him in the face at that moment, she would have seen the sneer that slipped past his facade.
She had worried that her actions might stir his male instincts, and she couldn't deny her relief at the fact that he remained soft throughout her motions. 'He probably hates this. I'm sure that nothing I am doing is effecting him that way.'
But she was becoming affected. She was grateful that women displayed no obvious outward signs of arousal. She had been at it for hours now, and no warm-blooded teenage girl could be in such a situation without having some sort of reaction to this naked model-material.
But though he was finally beginning to warm nicely, her body was losing heat. She trembled as a shiver shot through her form, and he couldn't ignore the feel of her hardened nipples as they pressed tightly against his chest.
"Ow," she winced painfully, shutting her eyes tight as she did.
"You are injured?" he asked suspiciously, finally breaking his silence.
He could detect no blood. But then, he wouldn't, would he? Not that he cared. But if she were to suddenly die, or even become ill, the warmth of her body would cease to aid him in his own recovery. If he could make it through the night, then he should be fine on his own. What happened to her after that was none of his concern.
She was embarrassed at the situation, but they were way past modesty at this point. Her nipples had tightened to an excruciating degree, and she moved her hand to cup them as she tried to alleviate the pain.
'Was that all?' he wondered. 'Minor discomfort? How pathetic.'
He had spent several long minutes in an ice-cold river, and who knows how long after that in a snow-covered bank. And was he complaining?
Even as a human, he continued to display strength beyond even those accustomed to their limitations; meager and unimpressive as it may be.
But, as he was stealing her heat, it was clear that she had taken some of his frostiness in return. And whatever aid she had offered him- for whatever reason- aside, she would do him no good frozen.
He considered her motions only a moment longer, before rolling her onto her back in a swift, albeit awkward motion. She gasped at the sudden movement.
This was it. He had regained enough strength to finally kill her.
She couldn't find her voice, and her eyes widened in fear as she anticipated his assault.
Pressing his weight on her now, he couldn't say he wasn't pleased at terror that overcame her features. But he needed her body warm, and despite her offenses, she had aided his survival.
She had no time to form an objection as he dipped his head down and took a rock-hard peak into his mouth.
"What are you...Oh!" Her protest quickly morphed into a quite wanton sound. A sound she had never made, and had no idea that she we capable of. His actions were mortifying, but incredibly relieving, as the painfully hard peak began to relax from his attentions.
Her nipple melted in his mouth like an ice cube; and as he moved his hot tongue to lave over the tightened bud, she couldn't prevent her hand from grabbing the back of his head to pull him nearer. She could have sworn she intended to pull him away; but her fingers tangled into his strands, and once reduced to a smaller pebble, he released it to begin suckling on its twin.
It took all she had not to buck at his actions. She actually might have thrusted her hips once or twice. She was already turned on by their proximity, but this new development was working her into a frenzy.
It seemed to click through the haze brought on by his lust-inducing actions that he was doing this simply for her warmth, and possibly her comfort. And she was grateful that she was probably with the one guy in the world who would not take advantage of this situation. But she couldn't stop that traitorous part in the back of her mind from wishing that he would.
'Please don't stop! Oh kami, keep going...'
But even though it was frustrating, she was relieved that he didn't appear to be at all interested in progressing things past what was absolutely necessary for survival.
She was startled to realize that if he were to advance on her in that moment, she wasn't at all confident that she would be able to resist him.
This was a task. A chore. One he saw through with the resigned excitement one would display while watering the lawn or taking out the trash.
'The shit I put up with.'
Once satisfied that her breasts were comfortable again, he released them, but remained on top of her, looking down into her flushed visage. She was unable to make eye contact for a moment, as she forced her frazzled mind into some semblance of order. But ignoring him forever would not remain an option, so she finally lifted her gaze to meet his own. He appeared to be expecting some sort of signal that his pained efforts had not been in vain; that he had lessened her discomfort sufficiently.
She couldn't tell if he was waiting for conformation, or gratitude. So, pushing her bashful mortification aside, she offered him both; wisely repressing her initial instinct to chastise him for his audacity.
"Thank you," she gifted him shyly, and he nodded once in return.
The weight of the awkward silence became too much to endure, so she thoughtlessly handled it in the way she usually did with uncomfortable situations. An inappropriate, misguided attempt at humor.
"You know, I think my clit is cold too."
She smiled weakly at the joke, but he was not at all amused.
Fixing her with a cold glare a long moment, he finally responded.
"So is my cock," he replied angrily, and her face fell. Leaning back down, he blew on her moistened peaks in reprimand, causing them to tighten painfully again.
"Ow!" she complained, and he rolled off of her to turn his back on her, laying on his side to fume in solitude.
Is this how his kindness is to be repaid? With mockery? It appeared that he was right in never accommodating humans. What did he expect?
She moved to embrace him from behind; desperate to regain the warmth she had lost at his departure. His back was still freezing from laying against the cold ground, and she pressed herself closer to trap more heat between them. Fully encasing him from behind, she rubbed her hands across his pecks, and tried to make amends.
"Sesshoumaru, I'm sorry. That was a bad joke." At his silence, she continued to try and appease.
"Look. This is really awkward. I'm sure you are hating this. I was only trying to lighten the mood. I'm not making fun of you, I swear."
But he was in no mood for her humor, or her meaningless apologies.
Her increasing arousal had been clearly evident, and he had been waiting for her to make her move. She surely desired him, and he knew it wouldn't be long before she was begging him to take her. To request payment for her services. He almost hoped she would. He would take great pleasure in refusing her. Seeing her hopes dashed as she was wrought with embarrassment over his rejection. It would be a minor recompense for the indignities he had endured, but he would enjoy it.
Perhaps a lesser demon would be willing to entertain such advances. Eager, even. But Sesshoumaru was well aware of the dangers of lowering one's self to engaging in such acts. He briefly wondered how his great father had been lured in by the human who had ultimately caused his demise. Perhaps it started out innocently enough, like this appeared to be. But even though they are weak, it would be foolish for any demon to underestimate the greed and ambitions of human kind. Especially the women.
His honor niggled at him then, as he considered their situation. Like it or not, the miko had saved him. If she hadn't stepped in to help when she did, his presence in this world would have surely been forfeit.
He owed her his life, and Sesshoumaru hated being in debt.
He would have to make it right with her eventually, and he figured that now was as good as time as any. It wouldn't do to have this hanging over him any further, and the sooner they were square, the better.
He turned back to face her then, rolling on his side to address her face to face.
Hopeful for forgiveness, she pushed herself past the fear she felt at his sudden movement. She eagerly awaited whatever he had to say, as he forced himself to meet his fate, unfortunate as it appeared to be.
He restrained a huff as he trudged through his reluctance.
"This Sesshoumaru is in your debt." He was clearly very put out by the admission.
"Were it not for your actions, I would have met my death." The weight of his words hit her with leveling force; and he actually surprised himself with the truth of the statement. But he pressed on.
"As appealing as that option now appears to be, I must offer you payment." He resigned himself with a sigh, and forced himself to make eye contact. She was captivated by his insistence, and hanging on his every word. But she thought she detected a hint of hesitance in his tone. He had her complete attention.
"I shall grant you one request. You may have anything you wish. Name your desire, and it shall be yours."
He wouldn't enjoy it, but he would offer his body. If he was going to have to lay with a human, he supposed it wouldn't be as egregious now than if he had been a demon still.
And, he supposed, the friction between their bodies would speed along their collective warming...
Anticipating her inevitable request, he only waited to hear the words.
She wasn't prepared for the offer, and tried not to look too taken aback.
Anything she wanted? Anything at all?
Oh, the possibilities...
What could he give her that she would want? A short, yet very interesting list began to form in her mind, and she decided not to dwell too long on that question to herself.
What did she want that he could possibly give her? Again, dangerous territory.
She was aware that Sesshoumaru had been a demon of means. But material things did not interest Kagome. And though she was not one to take advantage of such a generous offer, she knew she would do well to not squander this one from the Western Lord. He never offered such things to anyone, and likely never would again. She would need to be strategic, and use the opportunity to extract something from him that he would never otherwise give. But what?
If only he was a real genie; she wouldn't even have to think about it. In that moment, there was only one thing she wanted. One thing she would wish for. But she was certain that if he were able to make it so, he would have the moment he became human.
No, it was more productive to keep her requests in the realm of things he would actually be able to accomplish. No longer a demon, he was even limited further. But there were still certain things that she was more than confident he could see through. Things he could do to her, if only he were inclined.
She knew what she wanted. She only hoped he would be willing to indulge her.
She nibbled her lip. "Anything?"
Her voice was nervous and unsure, and she looked up at him almost apologetically.
Refusing to allow any weakness into his own tone, he simply answered her quietly. "Yes."
It must have been his humanity that leant his voice a softness that she had never thought him capable of. Perhaps this wouldn't be as hard for him as she had anticipated.
Resigning himself, he forced through his trepidation and moved to place a hand on her hip, but her reply halted his actions before he could touch her.
"Don't kill me."
He stilled as the words registered. He wondered briefly if he had heard her correctly, and cursed his form again for his slow reaction time and inadequate comprehension skills.
Was that truly her request? Not to be slain by him?
What a waste of a wish.
His honor would not allow taking the life of one who had saved his, and he considered telling her so. Instead, he remained silent. He was getting off easy. But then she tacked on an addendum.
"Or my friends."
Fuck.
She was cleverer than she appeared. Inuyasha's life was his to take, but he was counted among her companions. Agreeing would mean that he could never kill the hanyou.
But that didn't mean he couldn't occasionally maim him.
It offered a mild balm.
He looked scornfully into her eyes for a long moment as he considered her request. Did he really have a choice? He knew the answer.
"Very well." She released a calming breath at his agreement.
He couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed as he turned to rest on his back once again, and she inched closer to him, hesitantly placing her hand against his chest.
"Sesshoumaru. What happened?" She tried again.
But he didn't seem keen on indulging her at the moment. She wouldn't press the issue. For now. He had obviously been through a lot. She could get the details later.
She cautiously moved to sprawl out on top of him once more. He seemed to be allowing it, so she awkwardly climbed back onto him to cover her body with his own.
She did her best to adjust herself more comfortably, without getting too comfortable. As she began to move on him again, he reflexively placed a hand on her hip to steady her against him. But when he realized what he was doing, he removed it just as quickly.
A shiver rocked through her that was not entirely due to the cold. He was not aware of that fact, however. She felt his hands finally lift once more to rest on her back.
Her breath hitched as he began to mimic her motions, rubbing back and forth down the expanse of her form. In lending him her warmth, hers had dropped considerably. And since she had aided him, and not taken advantage of his generous offer to her, he had decided that it was appropriate to return in kind.
He greatly appreciated the woman's ability to resist her body's call to him, and was able to drudge up the tiniest bit of respect for her willpower.
He began at a slow pace; stroking her arms, and perusing her back. But as his hands ventured lower, he noticed how cold her hips and backside had become. His hands were stiff at first as they traveled the expanse of her rear, but as he continued his movements, they naturally began to slightly grab her fleshy mounds.
She would voice no protest as the tension coiled low in her abdomen once more. She closed her eyes as she became wet all over again, and it took all she had not to moan- for fear that the noise might cause him to stop.
His calloused fingers left a burning tingle in their wake as they explored the cold skin of her body. And he was very aware of the way her breasts pressed more firmly against his chest each time he drug them from her rear all the way up to the base of her neck.
He had done well up until this point, but was mortified to realize that now he was beginning to find it difficult not to react. It must be this new weak human form. His control was slipping, and he had to find a way to cool his blood, lest he find himself in an undesirable situation. The way she squirmed pressed his mid-section against her stomach in a way that was impossible to ignore.
'Losing an arm... sitting in a hornet's nest... unclothed Jaken!' Unappealing images would temper him briefly, but her continued motions made it impossible to focus.
He couldn't remember the last time he had lain with a female, but now was definitely not the time for conjuring such memories. Feeling the soft curves of the fairer sex glide over him, or writhe beneath him. The gentle touch of a willing bitch, eager and begging him to encase himself within her tight, wet...
'Inuyasha...disgusting spider demons...purification...fuck!'
Panic coursed through him as the last of his control slipped, and he did his best to appear passive as his cock finally stiffened between their bodies.
Kagome widened her eyes as she felt it. How could she not? It was pressed against her abdomen very tightly, and the problem was literally too big to ignore.
'Kami... if this is how big he is as a human, then his demon form...'
She pushed the errant thought from her mind as she tried not to appear frightened. She knew he knew she could feel it, so there was no use in pretending that she couldn't. But she was loathed to acknowledge it, for nothing else, to preserve his dignity.
He was silently avoiding eye contact, and the tension in the air was thick. When she finally mustered the strength to look into his face, he suddenly felt the need to explain himself.
"These are extenuating circumstances. Where I in my demon form, such a thing would not occur," he bit out angrily.
But though he wanted to be angry at her; for putting him in this position, and eliciting such an unwanted reaction from him, he could only be angry with himself. He was Sesshoumaru, demon or no. No matter what circumstance should befall him, he should be able to handle it with poise. He was the master of his universe, and everyone else's for that matter. It was yet another failure, to add to his ever-growing list.
But she had a completely different, though not unrelated, set of problems.
She worried her lip anxiously.
Would he impose himself now? Had his control faltered enough to demand more from her fragile body? Would she be able to stop him if he did?
When he spoke again, her fears were put to rest.
"Regardless, This One should have controlled himself more effectively."
She wisely resisted the urge to smirk in the face of his confession.
It was probably as close to an apology as she was going to get, but it would more than suffice. Relief washed over her as she realized he was capable of some measure of restraint. And she couldn't deny that she was somewhat mollified by his body's reaction, no matter how unwilling it may have been.
She knew he didn't want her, and she didn't want him. But she couldn't help feeling insecure that a man could be in her naked presence for an extended period of time without acknowledging in some way that she could be considered at all attractive. Even if it was Sesshoumaru. As silly as it was, until now, the encounter had left her feeling very unpretty. At least, now she knew that she wasn't the only one who was affected.
"It's okay. I understand," she assured him, doing her best not to move in any way to make things worse for him.
"And don't worry, this will remain between us." She looked down to where their bodies touched, and smiled weakly back up at him.
"Literally."
A long, silent moment passed following her statement.
He only stared at her, barely containing his astonishment.
Was she truly making a joke now? Was she a fool? She must not know what a dangerous situation she was in. If he had any less control, he would effortlessly flip her onto her back and remind her of her place.
Whether he had her screaming his name in terror or in pleasure did not matter. He could easily have her subdued beneath him.
He considered that in their current position, it was perhaps not the best time for such thoughts. But he couldn't deny that he somewhat appreciated her attempting to lessen the tension. At the very least, she saw fit not to mock him.
Any other female in this situation would see it as an invitation to fondle his person. They would grab him, and stroke him, and try to entice him into entering them. They would take his biology as a compliment, and they would be wrong.
He was grateful that this particular human had no intention of laying with him, despite her body's obvious desire to do so. For, if she were to climb on top of him in that moment and take him into her heat, he wasn't so sure he would have the will to remove her.
After regarding her dumbly for another long moment, Sesshoumaru let out a huff that was short, quiet... and, despite himself, amused.
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His cock remained hard as she lay motionless on top of him, but her own arousal was becoming impossible to ignore.
He had hoped that his turgid manhood would scare her. Frighten her rightfully at the increased threat he now posed. But to his dismay, and terrible misfortune, his pulsating length pressed against the softness of her belly seemed to only be adding fuel to the fire in her loins.
She had wisely ceased her movements. Offering her warmth via proximity, but no longer supplying friction. But every time she shifted out of comfort or something else entirely, small mewls of desperate need and frustration failed to be kept contained in her throat. It was maddening.
Occasionally she would look up at him. In those moments, he recognized the plea in her eyes. To relieve the tension. To make it stop. To offer to do what she hadn't the courage to ask for outright. A few times, he thought she finally might. When she would open her mouth, he expected her to put voice to her obvious desires. But she would not find the strength, closing her lips before the words would come. Or perhaps it was strength she had in repressing her burning instincts. He himself was certainly having a hard-enough time with it.
The last thing he wanted was to fall prey to his own instincts. He rationalized again that it was his weakened state that had rendered him so. And when she shifted again, reflexively grinding her sopping wet core against the top of his thigh, he decided enough was enough, and made his necessary concession.
If something was not done soon, he was going to take this human woman. So, while still not acceptable, he would surrender to a lesser evil.
He wedged his hand between them, and using his two fingers, began slow, forceful movements against her very swollen clit. She offered no protest; closing her eyes gratefully, almost expectantly as he rubbed pleasurable circles into her heated, wanting skin.
His cock stiffened further at the contact, and he briefly considered giving in and taking the woman right there; but he squashed that thought as soon as it materialized.
She hissed as she bucked into his hand, greedily demanding all he was willing to offer her. Her own hands moved to grasp tightly at his shoulders. And when she finally opened her eyes, she found him boring passionlessly, almost angrily into her own.
She tried to look apologetic, but the fantastic heat he was sending through her only allowed her to express her elation. She reached down to offer to relieve his own tension, but he snatched her wrist with his free hand, preventing her from grabbing onto his hot, throbbing cock.
"No," he bit out harshly, though he made no move to halt his own movements. Oh, how he longed for release. But he would not have it here. Not at the hands of this ningen miko. He would give her her pleasure, and temper her arousal. Then, hopefully, he would be able to stifle his own. But allowing her please him in such a way was a step too far for him to travel. And he admitted to himself, if he were to go down such a shameful road, it may in fact lead them to cross even more egregious lines. He may be weak at the moment, but he still had his pride.
She wouldn't argue. She was really in no position to. All she could do was pant and moan, as she ground her slippery sex into his skillful, talented hand.
"Fuck, fuck... Oh...fuck, yes!" she whispered wantonly, squeezing her eyes shut once more.
He increased the pressure against her tender peak, and he knew she was nearly at her end. The tension had been building up for hours. Hell, she had been ready to explode on him well before he gave her any aid. He was relieved when she finally shuddered; announcing her release with a strangled cry.
"Oh...Oh, OHH!"
Bracing herself against him, she rode out the aftershocks as she came down trembling.
She collapsed into him momentarily, but shame filled her instantly, and she forced herself to meet his stare.
"I'm sorry. And thank you," she panted breathlessly
He looked back at her coolly; only a hint of ire in his gaze. He was disgusted at having to go through with such an act, but at least she had the decency to be grateful. And ashamed.
"Perhaps now you may focus on warming us, instead of admiring This Sesshoumaru's wretched human form."
Apology in her eyes, and a hint of sorrow too, she only answered by giving a shy nod, and smoothing her hands lightly over his shoulders. She knew he didn't want to do what he did. And she felt bad for not being able to keeping herself as reigned in as he had. But she was appreciative of his efforts. She only wished that humanity didn't sicken him the way it did.
Though still affected by her movements, and her nudity pressed against him; he found it much easier to control himself now that her arousal was not so palpable.
She was still somewhat affected by the proximity, but it was not as distracting as it had been before. She could now continue without constantly enduring the images her mind was supplying. Images of him hovering over her, while she writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Damn...
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Not long after he managed to will himself down, Kagome allowed sleep to claim her once more.
Her comfort in his presence was... concerning.
Maybe it was the promise she had wrested from him to not meet her death at his hands. Or maybe her in depth knowledge of his distaste for her species led her to believe he would make no move to touch her.
Either way, he couldn't help but feel that her confidence was horribly misplaced.
Despite now being human, he could still easily overpower her. Her only defense against him previously was the ability to purify youkai, and now the attack would do her no service. Not against him.
He could fuck her, or kill her, or both; and none would be the wiser. None need ever know about the indignities suffered in this cave on this night. And he hoped to the gods that no one ever would.
Did she now believe him to be weak? Did she think that, just because he was human, he had softened enough to feel sympathetic to the rest of them? Possibly.
Or had she been more perceptive than he had given her credit for? Despite being enemies more often than not, was she able to ascertain that he had indeed lived his life by a strict code of honor? Was she able to recognize the convictions chiseled into his bones, if not by his forbearers, then etched there by his own hand? Also possible.
Regardless, he was willing to look past the possible insult at the moment.
Whatever foolish notion allowed her to relax enough to sleep in his company, in that moment he was grateful for it.
Detaching himself from her grasp and turning his back on her, he relaxed his control and let himself grow hard once more.
He had spoken the truth to her earlier. If he were not trapped in this weak human form, such a thing would never have been allowed to occur.
But the stress of recent events; the softness of her form pressed so intimately against his; the way her body reacted to him at just the slightest exposure, and how it called to his to react in turn... it was too much.
He didn't know how much longer they would be here like this. He was warm enough now, and once his clothes were dry, he would finally be relieved of this humiliation. But Jaken would be back any minute; and he was in no way eager to test the limits of his mortal version of restraint. It was now or never.
Looking over his shoulder to ensure she was still asleep, he lowered his hand to grasp himself tightly, and began to provide himself some much-needed relief.
He normally would not engage in such shameful behavior. But this form was still very new to him. And he didn't appear to have the experience necessary to command the actions of his body with much authority.
Human bodies seemed to be not only physically weak, but weak of will and reason as well. He would master himself, if he was to remain as such for any length of time. But the stress of this situation, and the proximity of the soft, supple, and apparently keyed up woman beside him, had admittedly taken its toll.
As he tugged on his cock, he did his best to keep his movements from alerting the girl to his actions. He rubbed his thumb across his tip, smearing the precum around his head, and he had to prevent a pleased whine from escaping his throat.
Despite the pleasurable rush he felt at his own attentions, he wanted to make this quick, so as not to be caught. His weakened senses could no longer alert him to the auras of others. If she were to wake suddenly, he would not be able to detect it.
This had nothing to do with her.; nothing to do with desire. This was simply maintenance, nothing more.
He was thinking of whatever he could to speed this process along. Voluptuous demonesses from his past... perfectly proportioned goddesses he had bedded... anything but the tiny human woman laying naked behind him. Definitely not her.
He pumped himself into his fist, marveling at the difference. His human cock felt more sensitive, and easier to persuade. He wouldn't say it felt better... more like simpler. His impressive stamina was reduced to nearly nothing; but perhaps his long-repressed encounter had encouraged his release, which was approaching faster than he had anticipated.
He trembled as he came, releasing a shaky breath as he emptied himself into his hand. Silently righting himself with a few large, needy gasps, he relished in the heat of his cock as it pulsed desperately in his grip. He allowed himself to bask in the satisfying afterglow of his pleasure, before giving himself a mental shake to recover from the sensation.
Now he was left with the issue of what to do with his essence. Looking around for somewhere to put it, he had no desirable options. Their clothing was nearly dry by the fire, and they would need every stitch of it soon. He lifted the edge of the sleeping bag up, and inconspicuously wiped his hand off on the underside of the material, folding it back over when he was through.
He turned to lay on his back, much more comfortable now that he had taken the edge off of an already overly strained situation.
He allowed his eyes to slide to the miko, and he was pleased to confirm that she had not stirred at all during his actions.
What was he going to do now? He was ashamed to admit that he hadn't the slightest idea. Since the moment he transformed, he had been put to trial, with not a moment reprieve to get his bearings.
'Rin!' he remembered with a start, and forced himself to calm at the memory.
There was nothing he could do right now. Right now, he needed his strength. If he was to be of any help to her in this form, he could not squander this opportunity to rest and recharge.
As Kagome began to shiver, he turned to face her, and gathered her into his arms.
He could not ignore what she had done for him. Her assistance in this had been paramount, and he would not deny that he owed her a debt.
In promising not to kill her, or her friends, they were supposed to be even. But until he was tempted to do so, it simply did not feel like enough.
Her trembling subsided as he used his hands to rub warming patterns down her arms. This time, the proximity had no effect on him, so he allowed himself to rub her more vigorously.
And what about her? What were her plans for when this was all over? Would she return to her camp, and leave him to his devices? He hoped that she would, but he also knew that this miko had a way of inserting herself into troublesome situations.
It wasn't like he had any grand plans of his own, to his great misfortune. Hopefully the new day would meet him with a clearer head.
A yawn forced itself through his features, and he allowed himself to indulge in it. He couldn't remember ever doing such a thing when not in his true form.
He pulled her tighter to him, making them more comfortable as he encased her in his protective hold. The last thing he remembered thinking was how her hair tickled his neck, as his eyelids became heavy shortly before drifting off to sleep himself.