This felt good to get out, I thought about splitting this into two parts, but decided against it.
Plot: Kagome needs her bodyguard to be more attentive. Sesshoumaru walks in on some, ahem, private time.
Some angst, some kink, some plot some citrus :)
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Golden eyes took in the empty room from the corner where he sat. Keen ears listened to the surrounding rooms, safe in the knowledge that nothing would get past him. This was a routine trip but that didn't mean that something couldn't happen.
The tall demon took a sip of tea, his charge was in the ensuite bathroom, no doubt unwinding from the almost full day of travel then meetings. Kagome Higurashi was the heir apparent to her Grandfather's weapon's conglomerate. They were a family of shrine folk who figured out how to mass market infused weapons. What started as a small family business of selling reiki infused bullets and arrows snowballed into selling infusible weapons that can manage reiki or youki. They were granted billions in military contracts.
When Suzuka announced that his granddaughter would be heir and ultimately taking over operations, there was the usual speculation and fanfare. When it had been found out that said granddaughter was the most powerful miko in the modern age, there was a little uproar amongst some in the demon population. They were worried that having such a powerful holy figure at the helm of a powerful and dangerous company would upend the balance between miko and youkai and there had been more than a few threats to her life.
While it was known she could take care of herself (she dispatched all would be assassins with no issue), it was decided that a youkai bodyguard would help to deter any future attempts and so far, so good. He, Sesshoumaru Taisho, was the best. He was one of the strongest inu youkai alive. He chose to become a bodyguard for this human woman.
His days were fairly varied as she was a busy woman who was adamant that she didn't need guarding. The first month she argued with him about everything, her blue eyes would light up with her ire and her scent would spike. It wasn't until he stopped her from ingesting poisoned tea that she didn't give him as much hell.
She was beautiful, luscious hair as black as a raven's wing which she mostly kept up and out of her face to keep the attitude of aloof heiress. When it was let down, it was long and wavy, curling around her almost sultrily. Her cerulean gaze was captivating, and she used that to her advantage on more than one occasion. Her pouty lips were always in a half smile outside of work, she told him it was to keep her from falling into a resting bitch face. She had been a practicing priestess all her life and that showed itself in her toned frame and natural poise. She was a spitfire, that was assured. She had to be strong, however, to be able to manage all the people trying to undermine her for her birthright. And therein lay his own problem.
She was strong, self-assured and powerful and he spent almost every moment with her.
When he first acknowledged that there was an attraction between them was after a year with her when he carried her to her room after a long night at a banquet. She complained that her feet hurt, and he didn't even hesitate to lift her, gown and all, into his arms while they were in the elevator. She had stiffened at first before relaxing and he found himself indulging in the thoughts of how her lush curves felt against him.
There was an awareness between them after that, and it was another five months before she propositioned him. He denied her then, telling her in no uncertain terms that they could not indulge in that way. He was a demon of control and wasn't one to fall to feminine wiles.
She had been distant after that; she regularly purified his scent off her skin and clothes and only spoke to him when it was absolutely necessary. His stoic countenance enabled him to pretend he was unaffected. His hand clenched on the table; it wasn't easy to pretend that the scent of her didn't stir his beast while also ignoring the fact that he wanted to spend time around her.
They had eventually fallen back into a quiet camaraderie. They were like friends who staunchly ignored the sexual tension between them.
The sound of a cry brought his thoughts to the present. He froze, his ears honing in on the sounds coming from the next room. Kagome had been in the shower for a while, but this was normal on travel days, she liked a shower and a soak before winding down for the night.
Hearing no other noise, he tried to relax but found he couldn't. Tapping a claw agitatedly on the table, he argued with his beast for a moment before standing and prowling to the closed door of Kagome's bedroom in their hotel suite. He knocked once and waited, hearing nothing, he opened the door and entered the bedroom. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; her opened suitcase lay on the bed beside her handbag. Checking through the closet and behind curtains, he found nothing of note.
Looking to the door barring the bathroom, he paused again to argue with himself, not wanting to interrupt her bath if it turned out to be nothing but also not wanting to wait and hesitate if it did end up being something. It was impossible to catch a scent of anything beyond the door. The silver haired demon steeled himself, preparing to accept her wrath if only to assuage his own instincts and be certain that she was ok. Taking a breath, he opened the door and looked around. Freezing in place with wide eyes at what he saw.
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Kagome Higurashi let out a gusty breath, blowing her bangs from her forehead. She leaned on the edge of the tub, sloshing some of the hot water about while it continued to work on her tired muscles. Today had been especially long, they had landed in Singapore at eight, local time and she had been in meetings and working all day since. It was dinner time now and she couldn't wait to put on her pjs and tuck into some comfort food which watching some murder mystery crime show.
Her thoughts moved, as they always do, to her imposing bodyguard. The strong demon just did it for her. Unfortunately for her, he turned her down unmistakably and while she wasn't the pouty brat kind, she did feel rankled at not getting what she wanted.
Even though she was understanding about why he said no and she sure as hell didn't like it, she didn't hold it against him. She just wished she was able to get her rocks off like she used to be able to. Having a bodyguard, not to mention a youkai bodyguard, made booty calls impossible. He intimidated any male she flirted with until she just stopped altogether. She wasn't sure if that was a part of the contract with her Grandfather, but she wouldn't be surprised if it was.
While she didn't need to be pure of body to be a priestess, her family believed that whole your body is a temple spiel, and she vividly remembered her Mother's disappointed face when she came home from brunch one day and found a male in her bed (luckily they had just been sleeping off the fatigue from all the sex the night before, otherwise that would have been mortifying).
Because of the youkai nose she was constantly exposed to, that left her few places she could take care of herself. She had taken to having long bath times, usually with a barrier for sound.
She decided long ago that if she couldn't have his real dick, she would have his imaginary one. She was an adult woman with adult needs after all. Thinking back to her favourite imaginations of Sesshoumaru, she laid back against the porcelain of the tub and started stroking her breasts and tweaking her nipples as they breached the warm water and hardened in the air.
She imagined him tracing patterns on her flesh, raising goosebumps in the wake of his longer fingers. He'd squeeze her hips and the fleshy mounds of her ass and cup the apex of her thighs.
With a breathy sigh she slipped her finger into her preferred vibrator and nudged it on. Hanging one leg off the edge of the tub, she opened her thighs to her own seeking fingers, pressing the tip of her now vibrating finger directly on the sensitive bundle of nerves that was her clit. She exhaled shakily, feeling the shivers going up her spine. Moving her finger in a small circular motion, her breath hitched as she felt the buildup that signaled her upcoming orgasm. Her muscles locked up and she closed her eyes, seeing the light behind her lids as her release washed over her. She didn't realize she made a small cry as she came.
Her core clenched, still feeling unfulfilled at the emptiness. With a gusty sigh this time, she raised herself out of her fragrant bathwater and entered the walk-in shower, grabbing something off the countertop on her way.
The shower was lined with white subway tile, and she wondered if it would do what she needed. Taking the item, she went to the furthest wall and measured the best height to her hips before attaching the suction cup. Stepping back, she admired the dildo she stuck on for her use.
Bringing her back her imagined tryst with Sesshoumaru to the forefront of her mind she turned around, stepping one foot on the bath stool to give her hip some height. She ran her fingers over her slit, before thrusting in two fingers. She pumped within herself for a few thrusts before circling her clit once again. Biting her lip, she eased herself backwards, feeling the mushroom tip of the fake phallus press into her.
She breathed out a moan and her head lolled back at the girth rubbing against her walls. She thrust back, fully sheathing her dildo into her core and held back a moan. Turning on the finger vibrator again, she circled her clit, feeling the warm honey from her core rush at the stimulation. She eased up and thrust herself back as the pleasure flowing through her demanded. She arched her back up, grabbing her breast with her free hand before it stroked its way up her neck and into her hair as she imagined Sesshoumaru's would. She could feel his lips and fangs on her neck and found her breath leaving her in pants.
She sped up her thrusts, not knowing the image she made of a woman in the throes of pleasure. Her nipples ached when her fingers brushed passed them again, and she pinched them both hoping to both relieve the pressure and add to her pleasure. With her eyes closed and her head thrown back she silently cried her release, biting her lip to keep from crying out the name of the demon in the other room who she really wished was the one having his way with her.
Panting, she took a deep breath to help get her breathing back under control. The light sheen of sweat on her body made her want to take a quick shower. Turning off the vibrator, she unhurriedly slid off the dildo, delighting in the feeling of it pulling out of her, with a light moan. Glancing to the side to see where she could throw her things until after her shower, she noticed something in her peripheral that wasn't there before and wasn't supposed to be there. Shoes.
She froze and her eyes widened as she followed black shoes up slack covered legs, over a suit covered torso to meet with equally wide and frozen golden eyes.
"Um." She breathed out and that seemed to knock him into motion. The door was loud as it slammed shut, she didn't even see him leave.
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Sesshoumaru didn't know what to think. When he had gone into the bathroom, that was the absolutely last thing he expected to see. He figured she was showering, soaking in the tub, he even feared walking in on her peeing in the toilet or something. Never would he assume he would walk in on her pleasuring herself, much less impaling her hot snatch on a dildo attached to the wall.
It was the hottest thing he'd seen in a while. And now it was impossible for him to forget.
Never mind his embarrassment, or her own. He could only assume she was embarrassed because he got out of there so quickly. He would forever have the image of her arched back in pleasure, all of her luscious curves and womanly attributes on display, seared into his memory forever.
"Fuck." He hissed, pacing his own bedroom before he sat upon his bed and pressed his palm against his now aching erection, the pressure felt good, but he wouldn't ease it any more than that. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now, all the sexual tension that they had been dancing around and pretending didn't exist was sure to thicken with this added layer.
With an uncharacteristic sigh, he flopped gracelessly onto the bed, allowing himself this one moment. Then, he would be stoic once more, this development will not keep him from doing his job. He could ignore this uncomfortable situation, he had suffered through almost losing his arm before, this shouldn't be as problematic.
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Kagome anxiously bit her index fingernail, hesitating from going into the common area of their suite. She was embarrassed as all hell. After absently showering and wondering why he had come into her bathroom in the first place, she realized while trying to dissipate her usual barrier, that she hadn't actually put one up.
Now mortified at the thought of what sounds would have drawn him to investigate, she was sure she now had a permanent flush. A virile male catching her unawares wouldn't normally have thrown her in a tizzy as she was now but considering that this was a male that rejected her and she had to continuously be around him 24/7, made for a very uncomfortable time.
"For goodness sake." She growled to herself and all but yanked the door open, ready to throw herself into the uncomfortable conversation only to stop short at the eerily quiet room. The common area was empty, the only proof that her youkai bodyguard had been there was the cup of tea that was on the table, probably cold. The door to his suite that he normally left open was closed.
Feeling a sense of dread succinctly in the form of her actual heart falling into her stomach, she slowly closed the door to her bedroom. She felt this rejection keenly and was unsure if they would be able to ignore it.
"Look on the bright side Gome, at least you didn't call out his name." She chuckled humorlessly, placing her bags on the ground and sliding into bed. She wasn't hungry anymore and didn't feel like watching anything, she just wanted to sleep.
When she woke the next morning, earlier than normal after a fitful sleep, the dread still coiled beneath her ribs like a snake. She felt like she was waiting for something bad to happen and her reiki was lashing out within her.
Slipping from the sheets, she went through some yoga stretches, she would meditate this morning and center herself before going out to meet his blank golden eyes.
She didn't like this, she felt like she was waiting on a reprimand and she didn't do anything wrong. She had been bathing in her own private bathroom, what happened there was her business alone. She didn't invite him in nor was she putting on a show. If he would just stop running off any male she spoke to, she wouldn't even be in this mess, let alone if he would just fuck her already.
Realizing she was working herself up into anger borne from her embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment, she took a few deep cleansing breaths, letting them go loudly. She refused to feel like she did anything wrong, because she didn't. She was an adult, with sexual needs and only herself to take care of them.
She felt her reiki curl and snap around her like flames and she worked to calm the volatile power. Soon she was folded into pigeon pose, her spine arching upwards while she rested on her folded forearms and knees. She stared at the ceiling blankly, regulating her breathing while she focused on her energies.
In the other room, Sesshoumaru waited, his tightly reigned aura felt the subtle spikes of her agitation, brought on by him. He heard her less than restful sleep from the common area, he too was unable to find rest, but he needed less than she did. Thinking it was good that she was meditating, he went through the motions of calling room service for breakfast, the meal would arrive while she showered more than likely, and he would take that time to check it for poisons.
As he thought, by the time she opened the door to leave her bedroom, he had already checked over everything and there had been no attempts at her life this morning. She had her hair pulled back in a voluminous ponytail, her makeup was flawless, and her bright blue eyes were muted, blank.
"Morning." She spoke quietly, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the carafe.
He watched her, dipping his head in a nod while she placed a few items on her plate and sat quietly at the table, her back ramrod straight. Usually at this point she would be chatty, sometimes going over her schedule for the day or just chatting about whatever was on her mind. Today she was quiet, subdued, even her aura and reiki were coiled tightly around her.
Beneath his lust for her and his embarrassment about walking in on her, he did feel badly for walking in on her and not immediately apologizing. Something he would remedy now, hopefully she would bounce back to herself and they could pretend it didn't happen.
"Kagome, he started, and she jumped, not expecting him to speak. "I am sorry for walking in on you. I should have been more vigilant and realized you were in-"
"It's fine." She interrupted tightly, not looking at him. She placed her mug on the table. "Can we agree to forget it ever happened." She stated, rather than asked. She didn't even wait for his nod before getting up from the table.
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Sesshoumaru paced uncomfortably inside his room in their suite. It had been two days of their rigid uncomfortable dance before she told him plainly that he needed to disappear tonight, that she would have company.
He had been confused, this wasn't her normal schedule, then again nothing about this week had been normal, but he heard her muttering about not allowing him to scare off anymore partners. And it all made sense.
Because of him, she hadn't had a sexual relationship. At first, he found it amusing to deter any of the males sniffing around her, but when he realized he was doing it because he wanted to be the one doing the sniffing, he stopped. But by then, the damage had been done and she had no more suitors. It was unfair to her, that he ended up putting her on a shelf when he himself wasn't planning on filling the needs he was denying her.
And so, because of that realization, he was here in his room making himself scarce while she entertained an old friend that happened to be in the city.
He heard her laugh throatily and loosened his tie. He imagined her head thrown back, sending her loose hair cascading down her back, behind her shoulders. He felt restless, agitated. He should have left the suite but knew no matter what happened he would never leave her alone. He would have to accept it and sit through listening to her be pleasured by someone who wasn't him. He needed a drink, something strong to distract him.
He realized they were quiet and fought from straining his ears to try and find out what was happening. His beast snarled in his head and he tried to ignore it, until he heard the unmistakable sound of her moan.
He froze, barely managing to stop himself from tearing the door off its hinges and going out there to fling the unworthy male from her. He shook his head, continuing his prowling pace. He wasn't unworthy simply because he, Sesshoumaru, didn't like the fact that someone else was pleasuring the female he wanted.
'But refused to go after.' His beast reminded him, and Sesshoumaru's rational side bit his tongue from growling his displeasure.
He felt like a caged beast, and knew the night wasn't going to get any easier.
Kagome sighed happily as Kouga nibbled her neck. He had seen that she was in town and hit her up, clearly hoping to continue their former fuck buddy relationship. She had ended things years ago with him because he had started to get clingy, but that didn't really matter right now since she was a fair few years removed from her last orgasm that wasn't induced by her own hand.
She had agreed and tried not to feel bad when she told Sesshoumaru to disappear, she was done censoring herself for him. She realized she had been hoping all this time that he would change his mind about their relationship, and she was honestly tired of keeping herself available for him. He didn't want her, and she accepted it. It was time to move on and find someone that did. Kouga was a good start because, well he wanted her too much, but right now, she would take what she could get.
His hand was roaming under her shirt, playing with her nipple while the other worked on pushing her skirt up her hips. He was taking control, clearly prepared to take her on the couch, she didn't mind. She did, however, notice that he hadn't let up on his nipping and licking at her neck and it was starting to make her uncomfortable.
He wouldn't try to slip a claiming mark on her...would he?
Her instincts were telling her that he would, that this was why she stopped fucking with him.
"Kouga, stop." She said, trying to push him off of her. The hand on her breast squeezed harshly, his other hand cupping her sex though her panties, while he growled possessively.
"Kouga, I said stop." She said again, more urgently as she felt his lips clamp down on her neck. She started the thrash underneath him, pulling her knee in between their bodies to propel him off of her. Before she could though, the ookami was pulled bodily off of her by a fiercely growling, red eyed Sesshoumaru. The wolf in question snarled before submitting quickly to the obvious alpha in the room. Sesshoumaru snarled in his face, squeezing his hand around the other male's throat before throwing him from the suite.
Kagome stood, watching the silver haired youkai prowl the width of the room closest to the door. She didn't bother to right her clothing. Once again completely mortified, but not because of his help, but because she ignored her instincts to try and get laid. She knew Kouga was a bad idea.
Sesshoumaru turned towards her, finally able to resist the urge to go after the cub and maim him. He was sure his eyes were still tinged a bit red but there was nothing he could do about it now. He turned to his charge, taking in her disheveled appearance.
"Thank you." She muttered tiredly, though not ungratefully. He heard her mumble a curse, calling herself stupid. She started to her room and he stopped her, grabbing her hand before he realized he was crossing the room.
She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, he seemed to be fighting with himself and she sighed.
"I'm fine, you got him before I could." She raised her arms to show how fine she was feeling, but he wasn't paying attention, he was focused on the hickey left behind, the hickey that was almost the start of a claim mark.
She raised her hand and tenderly felt the bruised skin, she hissed lightly, not wanting to look at it. She gathered her power into her fingers, intent on healing it but Sesshoumaru tugged her hand away. She looked at him confusedly.
He had smelt the buildup of her purity and had to stop her. He wanted to heal it. He felt responsible for pushing her to the wolf and for this whole thing happening.
"Let me." He intoned before pressing his face into her neck, in almost a mirror to the way Kouga's was. She stood still, very aware of his proximity and that no matter what she decided earlier, she still very much wanted him.
She bit back a moan when she felt his rough tongue lave the skin in the crook of her neck. She clung to him, feeling her knees threaten to buckle when he made another pass. She was able to bite back the sound of her pleasure but was completely unable to hide from the smell of it. She was sure it was pungent and completely unacceptable to him.
Sesshoumaru was fighting his beast. He gave the baser side of him the time to heal the bruise on Kagome's neck left by that cur. He had heard her call out for him to stop and hesitated, unsure if the cub would actually do as she asked, not wanting to run in guns a blazing and interrupt them. When she had cried out again, more urgently, his beast didn't even allow him a moment's thought.
Hearing the mongrel growl possessively made the decision for him and Sesshoumaru threatened him to within an inch of his life while demanding his submission. He had planned to leave it at that but her upset almost sulking demeanor wouldn't allow him to leave her alone.
His beast then demanded to heal the mark left by the wolf cub and now he found himself nuzzling and licking the same spot while she clung to him. Her scent was heady, spicy and he found himself unheeding of the line he drew between them. She however, had no such qualms and forcefully pulled herself away from him, stumbling a little when he didn't let go of her hip, where his hand had been resting.
"Thanks." She whispered again shakily, trying to keep her distance as best she could. He leaned forward as if to kiss her and she jerked her head away, biting her lip.
"Kagome." Sesshoumaru murmured.
"It's fine Sesshoumaru. I know you don't want me, there's no need to push yourself to make me feel better." She muttered, knowing he'd hear. "I don't need any pity kisses."
If Sesshoumaru was prone to rolling his eyes, now would be the perfect time to oscillate those golden orbs. "Silly woman. This Sesshoumaru does nothing he doesn't want to." He got out before slamming his lips on hers, effectively silencing anything she might have said.
She clung to him again, confused but ignoring that feeling for the more urgent, eager lust that was simmering under her skin. He splayed his large hand over her hip, pushing her already askew skirt further up, baring more unblemished skin to his roving fingers. He slid his tongue into her mouth, groaning at the taste of her mixed in with the wine she had been drinking.
Kagome moaned into his mouth, giving into the sensations he was evoking, if he ended up regretting this, she would deal with that later. For now, she would enjoy getting what she always wanted. Throwing her arms around his neck, she followed suit with her legs around his waist as he groped her thighs and ass and lifted her. She brushed against the hardness in his pants, grinding her center into abs in eagerness.
He walked them into her room and sat on the bed, allowing her to straddle his lap. They both hissed when her covered core pressed against the hardness of his erection. His cock jumped at the heat from her, ready to be sheathed to the hilt. She ground against his dick, biting his lip when he squeezed one of the firm globes of her ass.
Ripping the seam of her shirt with his claws, he tore the fabric from her, exposing her breasts that were pushed up for his viewing pleasure. He leaned down and licked the top of one mound, eliciting a hiss from her swollen lips. Pulling down the cup of her bra with a finger, he latched on to the hardened peak of her nipple, taking it lightly between his teeth and sucking, laving it with his tongue. Kagome bucked in his lap, and he smelled when more of her core's honey soaked her panties and the front of his trousers.
"Sesshoumaru." She hissed and his free hand found her cloth covered core as if magnetically. Carefully slicing the lacy fabric away, he rubbed the pad of his finger against her uncovered clit. She moaned above him, loudly, as he orally stimulated her other fleshy breast. He had spent many a time staring into her cleavage, he would worship these globes like it was his kami given right.
Kagome was in heaven, she knew Sesshoumaru liked her tits, but never thought it was to the level of almost giving her an orgasm from stimulating them alone. When his fingers found her clit and started stroking and rubbing the way she imagined countless times, she couldn't hold back the orgasm if she tried, and she really didn't.
She came all over him, soaking his crotch with her juices, but he didn't seem to mind. He eased her up minimally, but she didn't notice because he was still licking and sucking her poor breasts that she had never realized were this sensitive. She felt like she was about to die from over stimulation, her pussy was clenching as each and every stroke of his tongue was like a beacon straight into her nether lips. She ached to be filled.
She didn't have to wait long before her unspoken plea was answered. She felt the swollen, hot, mushroom tip of his cock slide against her dripping slit before it started its path within her. She hissed as she slid down his impressive member, her thighs once again meeting his slacks. Seems he only unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She didn't mind as her brain was currently sending shivers down her back at the feeling of his heartbeat pulsing erratically within her through his large dick.
She almost felt too full, uncomfortable, but she beat that thought out of her head while her inner muscles clenched around him, excited to be feeling a real hard dick for the first time in way too long.
"I hope you don't plan to just sit here kegeling." He hissed in her ear, nipping at the fleshy lobe. She ground against him experimentally, hearing his breath hitch, before raising herself up on her knees. She moaned again at the delicious friction, allowing gravity to seat her again once more. She then started a slow rhythm, torturing them both. He clung to her, one arm around her waist like a steel band.
She wasn't doing much better, mewling in his ears while her fingers clenched against his shoulders, her half unbound breasts traced paths on his neck and jawline.
"Fuck, Kagome." He growled before rolling his hips upwards, into her. She cried out silently, her head lolling back and her mouth falling open as her inner muscles clenched and attempted to milk him. Orgasm two rippled through her like a wave and he prolonged it by continuing to thrust into her weeping cunt.
"Sess-" she got out, as it felt like electricity flowed through her. She didn't remember the last time she felt this alive.
He stood, thrusting into her with more force while lifting her hips to meet his renewed thrusts. She could only hold on to his shoulder while he fucked her sex, she could feel another orgasm coming quickly, rippling through her and she knew his pants were soaked.
He pulled out of her and dropped her on the bed, grabbing her leg when she bounced and positioned her in front of him in all fours, the receiving position.
"I have imagined you like this for years, wet and dripping, begging to receive my dick." He rumbled, running a claw lightly along the backs of her thighs. She jumped, moaning at the almost guttural quality of his voice.
"Do you want this demon cock; did you love the way it stretched and filled your tight snatch?"
"Yes!" She cried out, trying to wiggle her ass to entice him back into her.
"I am enjoying corrupting you, miko. I want to taint you with my cum." He smelled as fresh nectar gushed from her lips and couldn't keep himself from bending over to taste. He licked firmly, being rewarded with a keening wail from the woman positioned below him. He thrust his tongue into her core, pulling more of her delicious juices into his mouth.
Pawing off his tie and opening his shirt, he dropped his trousers, stepping out of them and leaned over her, caging her beneath him. He licked a path up her ear, feeling her shiver and shakily inhale.
He pressed into her, slowly thrusting his girth into her tight channel, gnashing his fangs once again at how tight she felt around him. He bottomed out and one hand clenched her hip.
"When I saw you, you were the most erotic sight I'd ever seen lustily satiating yourself on that fake phallus. Did you imagine me touching you? My hands running all over you as I fucked you. Did you wish it were me?" He growled into her ear, grinding his thick cock into her at the same time. He fisted his hand into her ear and arched her back up, her shoulders rested against him, his red tinted gaze stared hungrily at her large breasts presented just out of his reach.
"Yes!" She sobbed, unable to control herself from the onslaught of pleasurable sensation.
"I wanted to bend you over right then and there and fuck you. I've wanted to fuck this sweet mouth of yours numerous times as you challenged me. I've thought about completely coating you in my cum. And now that I have you, I plan to do all of these things and more." He promised before pulling out of her almost completely and slamming back into her.
She cried out hoarsely in shocked pleasure and he didn't let up, thrusting into her so quickly, that only the staccato of her ass meeting his hips in his steady rhythm, punctuated her cries. He pressed her face into the sheets and picked up his pace, a snarl ripping from his throat as his orgasm neared.
Feeling his balls contract almost painfully, he pulled out of her and tugged her pliant form to kneel before him as he came with another snarl and a long groan, on her face and chest. He watched fascinated as ropes of cum shot out to coat her skin. She knew to keep her eyes shut, so when he finally finished releasing his seed, the sight of her looking up at him with her lust filled impossibly blue gaze, her eyes surrounded by sweat, his cum and matted bangs made him hard again in an instant.
She grabbed her breasts, smearing his seed over her skin, not at all uncomfortable with his seed trailing and dripping down her body and knowing he liked what he saw, she opened her mouth dutifully. She saw his well-bred lip curl in a smirk before he grabbed her hair in a fist. She knew tonight would be messy and wild and rubbed her thighs together as her core ached for him to fill her again.
She didn't know what he meant about having her, knowing him that could only mean for tonight, so she planned to make it count. They can figure shit out tomorrow she thought absently as he slid his ready cock into her hot mouth. She had other things to worry about right now, like if she could still suppress her gag reflex.
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Well?
Much love!
-sora