Warning: attempted assault
Also smut which features knotting. Told ya there would be werewolf tropes.
Chapter Five
Hopefully she'd laid low, found a cave to hide in until her heat passed. His clan used to insist upon a female shutting herself away during the duration her heat cycle while the males kept guard until it was over- unless of course, she wanted to breed with her mate. Women were precious, but instincts could become hazy, ugly things. Sesshoumaru scowled at having scorned her so shamefully.
Flying through powdery white skies thick with snow, clouds coiled at his feet. Silver hair flowed loose as he focused on following the broken trail of Kagome's scent.
The chilled air made it difficult to track anything from above. He needed to descend.
Gliding down dressed in his former glory of a splendid red and white hankimono with its billowing sleeves, crisp underlayer and white hakama pants, Sesshoumaru landed with a crunch of boots on snow.
Straightening and standing tall, the demon took a breath.
He then let everything flow loose. Hot youki spiralled as skin became fur. Hands curled into fists before morphing into paws. A muzzle lengthened out, and Sesshoumaru burst into a run on all fours. The sensation brought back vague, horrid images and sounds- trees burning alight around him- demons screaming. His paws had thundered fast and hard that day. Embers raced over his fur. Fallen trees blocked his path so he'd lept over them, running further into smoke filled territory, approaching the Western Stronghold- only to see it on fire, being consumed with everything else he held dear.
Panting raggedly, Sesshoumaru squeezed his eyes shut so tight he saw stars. Now was not the time. Hayami, his mate, would likely dislike him trying to forget her. She'd been the vengeful sort, their union an arranged marriage. However she'd been quite beautiful; passionate and cold in her ruthlessness. Yes, she and little Koji, their small son born too tiny...they would have to be put aside. He could not forget them entirely, could not forget the regret of never holding his son while he'd been alive for fear of hurting him due to his size. Technically, he'd never even held a baby. However, he couldn't afford to let their ghosts cloud his judgement anymore, lest it affect the life of a new person who had become precious to him.
Sesshoumaru regulated his breathing, pumping strong legs harder. Slowly, the scent of smoke receded, and bright orange flames died down around him. It was just him in the snowy forest alone, searching, running desperately. His own pants sounded too loud in his ears.
Kagome, he inhaled. She'd fled a great distance and appeared to be heading towards a small rocky mountain.
Something laying in the vast white landscape stretching on ahead caught his attention, and the Daiyoukai skidded to a stop beside it.
The broken body of a wolf lay on its side, throat torn out.
Sesshoumaru frowned, sniffing it. Just as before, it was a regular male wolf. What's more, it hadn't been killed by Kagome, but another male. Incredibly large paw prints were stamped around the body, belonging to something large and inhuman.
What was going on? It looked the same as the one that had been mildly bothering Kagome earlier. If he recalled right, Wolf Demons commanded packs of regular wolves, who did their alpha's bidding.
Were these wolves from Kouga's pack? And if so…why would he turn on his brethren? Sniffing, Sesshoumaru identified the large paw prints as belonging to that elusive scent that he'd lost by the river some time ago. It was most definitely not Kouga's foul smell.
Red glowing eyes narrowed, and he pushed off the earth to leap a great distance, starting to push himself faster with more urgency. The more ground he covered- the more bodies of fallen wolves he came across.
Kouga was up ahead, as he'd figured. He could smell him now, a blemish of animalistic scent on clean and clear air. Finally reaching the beginnings of a craggy hill that led upwards towards a steep incline of rocks beginning to form the mountain base, Sesshoumaru took the air.
Following air currents and clearing a large distance in a single bound, harsh winds began lashing at his silver coat and ears. Hearing a faint whine further above, he snarled and forced more power out along his legs, climbing higher into the frost-bitten breeze.
Iron reached his senses. Blood.
Crimson eyes flashed. Kagome's blood.
He probably would've felt nauseous if he weren't so preoccupied with being enraged. He was going to kill them. Whoever they were, he was going to tear the bastard limb from limb.
Flying alongside a cliff face and finally reaching a reprieve of flat rock, Sesshoumaru stilled at the sight awaiting him.
Kouga had collapsed, his twitching form laying in white snow-streaked crimson. Other, smaller wolves gingerly looped around the fighting pair, some trying to nudge Kouga awake.
Rather than him attacking Kagome- as Sesshoumaru had suspected- a stocky, large grey wolf was snapping his jaws at her, their bodies colliding and scrapping. Kagome's sleek black form resisted, her teeth finding his neck and digging in. Snarling loudly, he shoved her off with a slash of sharp claws to her chest. Yelping, she hit the ground seconds before his great form lowered itself to hover over her. His front paws resembled long-fingered hands, and they gripped her waist, angling slim hips up to mount her from behind.
Sesshoumaru's hackles raised. Terror gripped his throat. He let out a bellowing, feral noise, spittle frothing at his teeth he could not contain his fury.
Blue eyes snapped up. Kagome's ears perked, and she let out a faint whimper. The male behind her snarled possessively.
Something about the sight of Sesshoumaru seemed to rejuvenate her frightened gaze, just for a moment. White teeth flashed seconds before Kagome transformed back into a woman. With the change in size, she was able to twist her body beneath the male's to lay on her back- turning into a wolf once more and lunging large powerful jaws into his jugular. The action sent the grey male rearing back in outrage, and Sesshoumaru was on him in an instant.
Shoving him down and tearing hungry teeth into his hide- furious, pained sounds filled their ears.
The male kicked him off and backed up, panting as blood dripped free.
"He- he's the one," Kagome's voice reached Sesshoumaru from behind him. "He's the werewolf who bit me."
Sesshoumaru's eyes widened fractionally. Blood trailed from the stocky male's neck, who paced a little away from him, quietly biding his time and gauging when to attack. He didn't smell like a wolf demon, and his figure at odd angles resembled a human man's torso.
I see. This is the male that was looping around my territory, not Kouga.
He must have been tracking Kagome for some time. Why remained to be seen, but it didn't matter. Sesshoumaru braced himself as the male bent his legs, preparing to spring forward.
Leaping into the air and meeting him halfway, Sesshoumaru snarled- their teeth colliding as jaws were knocked back from seeking each others throats.
Claws scraped and cut into thick fur and flesh. Letting acid leak from his mouth and trying again with a quick and deadly lunge at the males flank- the grey werewolf dodged. His speed proved impressive.
"Sesshoumaru!"
Ears perking, he glanced over his shoulder. Kagome nodded towards the edge of the cliff, and he caught the meaning in her eyes.
Exhaling a plume of steam through spittle coated teeth, Sesshoumaru focused. Youki rolled thicker through his bloodstream and expelled from silver fur. Bones shifted, muscles expanding.
He'd often used to transform into a smaller version of his true form for convenience; his current height resembling a large horse. However, it was pitiful in comparison to the demon's true size. Feeding more and more power into his body and growing larger, taller, Sesshoumaru's eyes smiled with savage bloodlust as his shadow swallowed the werewolf in sheer scale.
The male's tail dropped between his legs. Nonetheless, he snarled and jumped with every intent of ripping into him savagely. With a single turn, Sesshoumaru slammed his paw into the werewolf's chest, sending him hurtling over the cliff's side.
Lowering his head to watch, golden eyes followed the werewolf's progression as he plummeted like a stone. Sesshoumaru remained a passive observer until his foe hit the ground far below, twitching once, before lying still.
Panting and feeling various places on his body prick from cold air attacking exposed wounds, he allowed youki to flow out. It cloaked around him until he stood in humanoid form once more, glancing at Kagome.
Quivering in place, the woman trembled on the ground. Blood littered the snow. Her hips and back appeared to be strewn with bite marks.
Dark hair danced in the breeze, obscuring her face. Blue eyes found him through the wild strands when he took a knee and draped his white and red patterned hankimono around shaking shoulders, enclosing her in silks.
Kagome touched his hand, brows drawing together. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.
"I apologise."
She swallowed, curling blue-tinged fingers around his wrist. "It's okay…"
"No it is not," he uttered in a crisp, clear voice. "You were attempting to put distance between us. The fault lies with me for transforming and overreacting."
"Getting triggered over a past trauma isn't overreacting, Sesshoumaru."
Inhuman eyes warmed. "Hn," summoning his old furs to one hand and curling them around her for good measure, he stood and offered a hand. "Come, you should get out of the cold."
"But my heat cycle hasn't ended."
"This one will control himself," Sesshoumaru vowed sternly. When she still hesitated, some emotion leaked into his tone. "Come home, Kagome."
Biting her lip and swallowing, her mouth bent into a fond smile. She slid a hand into his own carefully just as a groan reached their hearing.
Kouga grunted, sitting up and petting one of his lingering wolves. "Gn...what the fuck?" he winced, holding the back of his head tenderly.
Kagome stood, clutching the clothing tight against her and turning slightly. "Let's go," she murmured to the Daiyoukai, who obliged. Wrapping an arm around her waist, white powdery mists collected to their feet, solidifying into clouds.
"Wait!" Kouga called, grunting and standing with a stagger. "K-Kagome, that other guy was just a distraction but don't let him spoil this. I'd be a great mate to you. I could help ya. As my woman, you'd be treated like a Queen! Don't go with that old guy."
Sesshoumaru didn't outwardly react, watching Kagome shift and look back at the wolf demon chief.
"Kouga, you didn't know me before you decided on your own that I was yours. It's not happening, alright?" her gaze softened. "I'm sorry about your comrades, but I'm going home now. I want to return to the place where I felt beautiful and...seen, instead of afraid of my own shadow."
Surprise registered on Kouga's features, the stubborn set of his jaw returning soon after. Sesshoumaru set a hand on the hilt of his sword, lips thinning.
"Wolf," the word was spat like poison. "This one will resurrect your kin. In exchange, you will never set foot in my territory again. You will leave her be."
Kouga rested his elbows on his knees, sighing and scratching a wolf fondly behind her ear. "Well, when ya put it like that I don't have much of a choice. Fine, deal."
Inclining his head, Sesshoumaru said nothing more, flying over the edge of the cliff with Kagome pressed firmly against his side. She let out a yelp and clung to him tightly, so he soon straightened out and smoothed an aristocratic nose into her hair. Inhaling her sweet fragrance by the lungful, he sighed.
She still smelled incredibly tempting, arousing- but her wounds and fear were registering enough in his head not to be overcome by baser instincts again.
Kagome pressed her face against his chest, faint tremors shuddering her body every so often. He wondered if she were thinking of the grey wolf, and lowered his voice.
"I must ascertain his fate."
She nodded mutely, forcing herself to look at the werewolf's fallen corpse once they finally reached the ground. He was no more than flesh and bones, no life left in him. Sesshoumaru turned away from it with disgust, starting to resurrect the wolves from Kouga's pack whenever they happened upon them on the trail.
Kagome eyed Tenseiga's blade with interest, the metal glowing a faint blue.
"Did you bring that because you thought I might be…" she trailed off.
Golden eyes slid down to her. "Heat cycles can drive males to madness, though that is no excuse for this," a hand slid lightly over the curve of her hip where spots of red dotted through the white clothing. His eyes were gentle upon her face. "Losing you was never an option."
Tears rolled down pale cheeks, Kagome huddling closer during the remainder of the flight back to the cabin, silent and still. It unnerved him, but he understood. She must have endured a lot of fear before he'd arrived. He could practically feel the exhaustion latent in her bones. He wanted to assure her, as she had him during the long nights. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
You are safe now.
Kicking open the door to his home and filling his fireplace once more, Sesshoumaru went about heating the cabin before tending to Kagome's wounds. Nasty gashes and teeth marks littered her flesh, dried blood caking flushed skin. He took a cloth and warm water to the damaged areas on her back, Kagome pressing his silks against her chest to preserve what little modesty she had left.
The water quickly dyed red from her blood, and she winced every so often. It was a painstaking, long process, the silence sounding too loud. At some point, her chattering teeth and tiny, repressed whimpers gnawed at him too deeply. Sesshoumaru let out a rumbling noise he intended to be comforting, lowering himself slightly.
His tongue came, warm and wet. A soft, winding drag over bruising, abused areas, mapping out all the places where she needed tenderness and care.
Kagome's breath hitched and she soon sighed, tipping her head back. His lips found her neck too at the inadvertent offering. Then her collarbone, her chest. Sesshoumaru didn't think of it as a sexual thing despite what he was doing and the heady scent saturating the air like heavy cigarette smoke clogging his lungs. He merely sought to make love to her wounds, kissing and licking damaged, ugly blemishes patterning her exquisite form.
Kagome's hands soon curled into his hair, halting him. "Sesshoumaru," she said in an intimate, quiet tone. "Will you hold me? Just hold me for now."
Nodding slowly, as though roused from a dream, he straightened and lifted her into his lap so that her legs fell to one side over his knee, her body securely held against him.
"I was not attempting to-"
"I know," she smiled tiredly, reaching up and smoothing a thumb over his jawline. Resting her head against his arm, Kagome sighed. "Isn't this agony for you though? Despite what happened, I still feel squirmy and needy."
He let out a controlled breath, brushing his lips feather-light over her fingertips. "I will hold whatever baser inclinations I have at bay by focusing on your wounds. Even a potential mate lost in a blood haze should notice a suffering female. It was shameful to lose control as I did."
Kagome drew her gaze away, withdrawing her touch. "You're not the only one who did. All the guys went crazy. It was… ridiculously scary."
Sesshoumaru's fingers tightened around her waist, soon gentling due to her injuries. "Will you tell me what happened?"
Doleful eyes looked at the fire, shifting to observe him instead. He wondered if something about his face was comforting to her.
"After you sent me away, I kept running. Kouga eventually caught up with me, saying that we should mate and stuff. I refused and he kept tailing me. Even so…I got the feeling he could've outrun me easily, caught me at any time. But he didn't. Then we heard these terrible cries coming from the back of his wolf pack," she murmured. "It was a familiar scent. I knew him instantly, you know like how the smell of something burning just suddenly raises mild alarm bells in your head? That was him. My stomach dropped. I could see him picking up and tearing those wolves apart. He swung one into a tree and broke its back. Kouga kept attacking him right up until we reached that rocky place where you found us. Kouga got knocked out and then that guy was circling me. He said… he said that he didn't intend to make a female werewolf but I'm the only survivor of his attacks so he felt I belonged to him. When I said no that's when he, well you know," she glanced at her ribs where dark purple bruises lay.
Anger brimmed beneath the surface of his placid expression. Sesshoumaru rested his chin atop her head, combing claws absentmindedly through the ends of her hair.
Kagome snuggled closer and let out a sigh, lapsing into a comfortable silence.
She picked at his silky clothing after a little while, "pretty sweet threads. Where did you get them?"
He chuckled quietly, "these were what I wore many centuries ago. The silks were spun from spider youkai webs and do not tear despite transformation between forms."
Kagome's mouth formed an 'o' of understanding. "I see. They're lovely, but…" she shifted and looked up at him, grazing a lingering hand down his chest. "I don't know if they suit you anymore. It's difficult to describe."
"Hn, they have had their time," he observed them with nostalgia. "However, are you saying you prefer me in plaid shirts to priceless Japanese silks?" golden eyes danced.
Kagome giggled, "you know you're beautiful either way."
His foolish heart thudded a little faster at her words. How pitiful. She could affect his moods so easily. Carefully extracting her from his lap once it became apparent she was dozing off, Sesshoumaru carried her upstairs and tucked the woman into bed.
He had to remove himself and stretch out before the fire. A sleepless night awaited him. Rest proved unobtainable, his body humming alive and watchful. He couldn't relax, still spreading his senses out and listening for any flicker of danger. There was also the pressing matter of Kagome's heat cycle. Muscles remained taut and stiff. Continuous heat and desire kept cycling back down towards his lower abdomen.
Rising in the early hours of dawn with the sun just barely poking its head over the horizon, Sesshoumaru stood in his pantry. He held a cup of dried herbs in one hand, jaw clenching.
"What are they?"
His eyes slanted to the woman lingering in the doorway, bed hair sticking up in odd places endearingly. Her approach had been silent. His lips quirked. She was getting better at hunting.
"Nothing, just herbs for tea."
Kagome frowned, clutching a blanket about her shoulders, "you're lying. What do they do?"
Exhaling through his nose, Sesshoumaru set them down. "They would allow me to...bed a female without the danger of pregnancy."
Her expression slowly changed with a multitude of moods. "So like contraceptive tea?"
"Hn."
Kagome grit her teeth, blue eyes flashing. "And you've had this all along? We could've used that days ago but you kept it to yourself?"
The snap in her tone caused him to raise a brow. "You are upset? It is for your sake that I did not bring it up-"
Storming over, she grabbed the cup of herbs and spun on her heel. Moving around the kitchen with barely concealed, agitated movements and grumbling under her breath, she brought some water to a boil.
He watched with mild surprise, a little dumbstruck as she glared at him. "So you kept us in agony for what reason?"
"Heat cycles can influence behaviour. I did not intend to take advantage."
Kagome groaned and massaged her brow, giving a broken laugh and looking at him tiredly. "Oh boy, you're such an idiot for someone supposedly centuries old. Don't you get that I've been pretty much besotted with you, stupid demon? The heat cycle wouldn't be the reason why I'd want you, I already do- I have...for some time. Haven't I been stupidly obvious?"
She had. He just hadn't wanted to acknowledge it. Not wanted to admit that he desired her too, more than just a partner to fuck. He wanted something enduring and lasting- a promise she guaranteed within the depths of her deep blue eyes.
Kagome's expression became a little sad. "I didn't want to say anything because I thought you weren't ready. If I'm making you uncomfortable I can stop-" her hand reached for the kettle to remove it from the heat.
"Boil the water."
Her thighs pressed together at his steady tone. Sesshoumaru had turned stone still, new sensations coursing through his veins; anticipation. He shook his head slightly, "your wounds…"
"They're healing fast," she murmured, turning back to the tea. Her fingers shook a little. "I want to feel you. We can...go slow, right? It doesn't have to hurt..."
"Yes," the words escaped him in a velvety rush. Sesshoumaru stood behind her then, grazing pale knuckles over the back of her neck. Goosebumps raised where he'd touched.
Kagome swallowed and finished preparing the tea, though it didn't exactly look pretty, more like mint leaves stewing in water.
Sesshoumaru accepted it from her and took a sip, attempting to drink more and wincing.
"Don't burn your tongue," Kagome giggled, red blooming on her cheeks. "Are you eager or something?" she asked, sitting down at the table.
He hummed, joining her. "Perhaps. More than a little bit."
This only caused her to blush harder. She refolded her legs and he caught it. Sesshoumaru knew then that he wasn't the only one, and he made no attempt to hide his smug grin.
Kagome huffed, bumping her ankle against his. "Drink your tea, silly."
It was an incredibly bizarre thing; the time between taking precautions and engaging in actual sex. More so since they hadn't even kissed yet. Sesshoumaru stared at her across the table, noting the light from dawn catching on waves of gorgeous curling hair. Clad in his silks and fidgeting every so often, he doubted this was how she'd intended to lose her virginity. She deserved to be excited and treated reverently.
Grabbing the cup and downing the hot beverage, Sesshoumaru ignored the fire it ignited in his throat along with Kagome's protests, pushing off from his seat and bridging the distance between them by reaching across the table. Grabbing the silks and yanking to force her to her feet, his lips slanted over hers.
Kagome squeaked, before giving a muffled noise of amusement. She pressed back against him but pulled away after a moment. He was about to ask what was wrong- until Kagome leapt backwards onto her chair and pushed off to bounce onto the table with a single step- taking another in order to lean down and wrap her legs around his waist, hands descending to his shoulders. He caught her about the waist with a startled grunt.
Giggling, Kagome took the opportunity to pepper the plains of his severe face with kisses. Sesshoumaru grumbled, carrying her back to the living room and catching her lips a few times, exchanging heated, clumsy kisses.
Kneeling before the fireplace and cradling the back of her head, Sesshoumaru indulged himself in her deeper. Leaning over her body- that sweet scent coming from between her thighs began to haze all senses. The tight sensation of her legs squeezing around his waist to keep them anchored together sent arousal coursing south down his abdomen. Her heat cycle didn't help matters.
His red and white silks were flung open over her chest to bare full breasts that fit nicely into his hands.
His fingers slid up until he found her nipple. Her entire body went rigid as his index finger brushed across it. It pebbled and hardened instantly at his touch. Her breathing began to pick up and blue eyes found his, cheeks flushing red before Kagome ducked her head to his flesh.
Her mouth was a wicked thing, dragging over the line of his jaw to slide to the delicate skin of his throat. Her lips massaged over his pulse, soon delivering a punishing bite. He groaned appreciatively.
Strong hands latched onto squirming hips, hot breath fanning quickly over her mouth. "If you keep moving like that, this will not last long."
"That's okay," Kagome said in a rush, grinding on his lap again and eliciting a hiss. "We can do it more than once, right?"
Sesshoumaru wondered why she felt the need to ask, was it not obvious he desired to keep her? He hummed, dragging his tongue over the shell of her ear and nibbling- giving a low noise when she moaned and wriggled. By now his cock had hardened eagerly like some whelp anticipating his first rut. Luckily Kagome didn't seem to mind, rubbing herself against him with flushed cheeks and mouth erotically open. He leaned forward and bit her tempting bottom lip, causing her to yelp and dig claws into his shoulders, starting to tug his own clothing aside.
When his chest was bared, gentle, inquisitive hands touched and dragged down heated skin, stroking along his abdomen that tightened and fluttered with the scrape of her nails.
He bit her lip again, nudging her with his nose, asking her for another kiss. Kagome's eyes danced and she turned her face away playfully.
Sesshoumaru growled- a whine most definitely not leaking into his tone. He shoved her to lay back onto the furs he'd slept on, their lower halves practically glued together. The outline of his cock tenting through his pants pressed intimately close between her legs.
He rolled his hips with lazy athleticism, ensuring she felt every inch. Kagome jolted and moaned, gasping out a plea; "more Sesshoumaru- please."
"I think you owe me something first," he purred, leaning over her and hooking long claws beneath her ass to rut her body all the more against his.
Kagome panted and whined. With a breathy huff- soft lips pressed against his, taking it further by brushing a supple tongue into his mouth. In reward, Sesshoumaru slid a free hand down her navel and minded the loose tie of her obi aside to cup his fingers between her legs, finding her already slick and bare; ready. His cock twitched and strained painfully. She was wet and slick as sin, feverishly hot and incredibly responsive. He adored it. Adored her.
Two clawed fingers carefully rubbed her clit, manipulating her body to hear lewd music like she was an instrument to be played.
Kagome threaded her hands tight in silver hair, rolling needy hips and mewling. When an eager thrust sent his claws dangerously close to cutting her- he withdrew his fingers. A snarl immediately swept through the room, her face having partially transformed.
Sesshoumaru's lips peeled back in silent warning, rumbling and bringing his fingers to her mouth. "I do not wish to hurt you, foolish woman."
She had the grace to look mildly embarrassed, face returning to normal. A pink tongue peeked out between her lips, sweeping over sharp nails and taking slick digits into her mouth.
Golden eyes widened as Kagome bit at his nails, growling. "Shorten these, then you won't."
Chuckling quietly, he withdrew his fingers and bit at his claws to blunt them, returning them to her clit to become a firm caress. They then slid inside and began to pump slowly.
Kagome jolted- a gasp caught up in her throat. She tilted her head back, lips parting to reveal elongated fangs. "Mnn-ah!"
Bringing his head down to her chest, Sesshoumaru observed her with a hooded, arrogant gaze, before closing his mouth over a rosy nipple and sucking.
The throaty moan she emitted only aggravated the brewing tempest inside him. Scraping hungry teeth down her abdomen, he pressed his face against her sex and inhaled a lungful of her arousal, making Kagome jump- before a tongue joined his fingers, flicking inside her. Kagome cried out with rapture, wriggling needy hips in an attempt to ride his tongue. A black tail swept out to rest beside her, thumping a little.
Sesshoumaru withdrew to circle a wet, probing trail over her clit, lapping at the bundle of nerves and driving her crazy with a satisfied smirk. Kagome snarled and whined, face a picture of decadence. "I'm so close, don't tease me."
Ah, he'd forgotten how good it felt to be wicked. But her hard grip in his hair made him think twice about denying her, and besides, he ultimately wanted her satisfied. Freeing himself from his pants and stroking his length, Sesshoumaru didn't do as anticipated, instead grazing his tongue over her clit once more. Getting adorably impatient, Kagome growled and attempted to move away- but a hand locked on her tail and dragged her back.
"Ah! Jerk!" she growled.
"Impatient woman," Sesshoumaru muttered. Shoving his face to her sex, his tongue forced its way inside her slick folds, suddenly growing longer and larger. His muzzle elongated, markings becoming jagged and eyes flashing red as he fucked her with his tongue. Kagome stilled and opened her mouth in a silent gasp, back arching. The scrape of his teeth at her entrance only heightened raw animalistic pleasure and she cried out, bucking her hips- rubbing his nose against her clit.
A low growl from the Daiyoukai sent vibrations running through her system and it was enough to send Kagome off the edge, mewling loudly as she orgasmed. Grunting as she came on his tongue, he lapped up her sticky juices willingly. The heady tang of her heat overtook all senses. Sesshoumaru panted, suddenly grabbing her hips and yanking to force Kagome onto her stomach.
She suddenly lost her wolf-ish features, tail, fangs and claws disappearing as Kagome yelped and glanced at him over her shoulder, suddenly very human and vulnerable. Blue eyes were wide as his length ground against her bare, dripping sex.
"S-sesshoumaru..." she said faintly. It was not the tone of a woman lost in lust.
Surfacing from his instincts just a touch, Sesshoumaru rumbled apologetically, leaning over her scarred back to nuzzle his face against her neck. "I am not like those other males who pursued you. Tell me to stop now if you do not want it."
"I-I do but...this angle made me remember his weight atop me. It was..." she struggled to find the words. Sesshoumaru licked at a reddened cheek and hummed, laying down on his side behind her and spreading her thigh high to nestle his cock at her entrance. Sliding an arm beneath her waist to press his muscled chest to her back and kissing wild black hair, he revelled in her pleased noise.
"Better?"
"Much," she sighed with relief, sliding an arm up and over her shoulder to curl in silver hair. Nestling the head of his cock inside her, Kagome surprised him by willingly angling her hips down and sheathing him partially inside. Twin gasps and hisses of discomfort rolled into the room. It was a tight fit. And warm. Sesshoumaru attempted to sink further in but Kagome only tightened into a blindingly vice-like grip and he realised she was tense. Muffling a groan in her hair, Sesshoumaru lifted a hand to her chin and turned her face to pepper kisses against her cheek and lips.
"It is just me," he panted softly. "A demon with- hah- bad taste in music and fashion. You do not need to be afraid. I'm here with you."
Kagome steadily relaxed, letting out a small whimper mixed with a giggle. "Bad t-taste? You have no taste!" she smiled weakly, returning his kisses gently. She exhaled and nodded then, and he started to thrust his hips slowly. The result let him gradually push deeper, locking most of his cock inside twitching walls.
"Move with me," he said in a low, cajoling voice.
Letting out a keening noise, she ground back against him, making sinfully delightful sounds as he moved inside her.
Kagome slid a hand behind her and grasped his striped hip, holding it and trying to urge him to pick up the pace. "E-earlier," she groaned. "Was it yesterday? Hah...I don't remember- but when I was inside your room, locked away while you protected the house, I heard you."
Sesshoumaru shuddered at her breathy words, licking her ear and sucking on the shell as he bucked harder, jostling her body.
"Mn! Hah! You touched yourself the same time I did- it was so weirdly hot. I could smell everything," her melodic voice changed, tinged with something hungry. Sesshoumaru spied her toe-nails lengthening and digging into the furs. "You must've really wanted me then," she purred, a smile in her voice as she became influenced by instinct. "You want me just as bad now, right? Show me."
It was when Kagome playfully attempted to inch her body away that she seemed to notice it properly. His genitalia had swelled and bulged in a way that physically locked him inside her. There would be no stopping. No playing nor chasing. This was it, she was within the hungry jaws of the demon.
Blue eyes strayed back, finding him through the haze of their lovemaking. Sweat beaded and rolled down his brow. Lips were curled back to expose large fangs. Gold eyes flashed red in short, quick bursts. It physically hurt to hold himself back from pinning her down and rutting like a wild animal- he could not form a response. Kagome gentled and paused, before moaning encouragingly, holding his hip and inching herself slightly to tip towards laying on her stomach.
Sesshoumaru's eyes widened- but he accepted her silent permission with relief. Rolling their bodies in an instant- Sesshoumaru settled behind her, hands grabbing her ass as he thrust lean hips forward, burying himself within her dripping sex to the hilt. Kagome cried out.
Thin lips pressed hard against her ear, hot breath hissing fast between clenched teeth and making her hair dance. "Very well, woman. I will show you."
When he started moving, they began to shudder and tremble. They shared their pleasure vocally, loudly. There was nothing else for it as they intrinsically understood what it was they were feeling.
Perfection. It was exquisite. Her body accommodated him so easily it was like they'd been crafted by the Kami as a pair for this intended purpose.
Velvet and molten heat, that was what she felt like. Kagome was as soft as liquid beneath his body and sleek, petite compared to him yet solid and lean. Satin on skin. He tried to contain the pleasure surging through him. He had never been so hard. He ground against her, hips rolling pleasure into her core, thumb working her clit in a frenzy. Their noises began to bleed into feral grunts, whines and panting snarls of pleasure. Claws lengthened and dragged on flesh and fur.
The spike was coming, a sweet thrum deep in his belly that wasn't just residual ache.
He could read the signs easily that she was crashing towards another release. The fluttering of her walls, the frantic hands that didn't know what to do as they clawed at the destroyed furs beneath her, the keens and whimpers that left her throat, hips grinding against his as though possessed. It was all perfect and humbling to witness; he would never trade this for anything. He wanted it, always. Wanted her.
She crashed into an orgasm, holding him in with the press of her thighs, fingers digging into the arm around her waist and nothing to muffle her screams.
Slamming his cock inside of her fully anew, he felt his balls tighten and a tension radiate across his lower back.
She gripped him so tightly it became hard to breathe. Her burning, clenching cunt contracted like a vice around his knot as he jerked inside of her, filling her to the brim with his seed.
Sesshoumaru kept coming inside of her longer than a human would. The feeling was one long lost to him- now rediscovered as a blinding, favourable pastime. Yes, they'd be doing this again, many times. Panting worn, ragged breaths, he stared down at Kagome's twitching, collapsed form on the furs. Sweat glistened on her back, dark hair lying damp and limp.
They were still tied together, so he shifted off her so that they were both lying on their sides.
When the swelling finally eased enough that he was able to slip out of her, Sesshoumaru turned Kagome to face him. Half lidded, deep blue eyes blinked at him tiredly. She lifted a hand- which he immediately claimed, pulling her in closer and nuzzling an aristocratic nose into her dark locks, crooning softly. Kagome gave an answering happy noise, kissing his throat.
"You didn't...mate me."
Why did she sound disappointed? It had taken all his willpower not to.
"I am attempting to 'go slow' as you put it."
"Y-yeah...that's probably the right thing to do. It's just instincts talking," she mumbled.
Sesshoumaru ran the pads of his fingers over her lower back, gliding them lightly over still healing wounds. "How about this; we will mate when you perfect your transformation without the use of the full moon."
Kagome gasped lightly. "How dare, my transformation is almost perfect as it is thank you very much."
"Then you will not have to wait long to have your wish granted of becoming my mate, now will you?"
Giving a tired laugh, she snuggled closer, tucking her head beneath his chin. Their legs slid together, ankles crossing. Sesshoumaru wrapped an arm possessively around her waist, rumbling contentedly. She made a small sigh before slumping into sleep, completely exhausted after a mere round. Sesshoumaru couldn't say he blamed her, slipping into a light doze soon after. He likely wouldn't sleep properly until after her heat cycle ended.
Until then, he would guard Kagome like the priceless treasure she truly was.
They'd continued a hazy cycle of waking and fucking for a few hours. In their downtime, they ate and cuddled before the fire. The heat cycle was in full effect now that Kagome had found an outlet. Even while they held one another, he could feel her hungry gaze roving over him for more. His cock twitched in response. He wasn't certain how it was possible. Surely he had nothing left.
Kagome stroked her hand over his abdomen, kissing and nuzzling at his neck. Lost in the dream-like stasis of afterglow, Sesshoumaru didn't realise his thoughts had taken a turn for the unwanted until he was there.
They couldn't mate. She needed to leave. Kagome had arrived with a goal: to return to her loved ones after mastering control of herself. A hard grip closed around his heart, clenching.
"When will you leave for your home?" He asked into the silent room.
Kagome stilled atop him, shifting. Her expression became complicated. "When I'm ready. Why? Are you pushing me out of the door?"
He shot her an innocent look as if to say 'who me? Never.'
Kagome gave a quiet giggle, laying down atop him so that their stomachs met and chests pressed together. She flicked her ankles up into the air behind her and crossed them as she paused.
"I guess after I've perfected the transformation is a good time to tell. Then you'll know if I can be around people or not. As my mate, you'll pick up on that."
Sesshoumaru gave a tired, resigned smile. "Is it realistic to think that you can mate me and then leave for Tokyo?"
Distress briefly fanned through her scent, causing him to wince. It hurt. Kagome lifted her head, studying his ancient features for a long time.
"You're coming with me," Kagome decided.
"What?"
"Yep," she said brightly. "You're meeting my family, and staying by my side. It's the only thing for it."
Sesshoumaru worked his mouth, trying to articulate something, but it was forever lost as she held his face. Soft palms glided over striped cheeks, her gaze intent.
"I'm not leaving you here alone," she murmured. "You weren't just some ticket to control that I'll discard after you're useful. I'm serious about mating you."
"How can you be, considering how long we've truly known each other?"
Kagome snorted and straightened, crossing her arms over her chest. A pity, he thought. "Instinct, of course. Sometimes I think I'm more demon than you are- or you're more human than I am."
Sesshoumaru blinked and slowly tensed. He growled, hair moved by a phantom breeze. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me loud and clear. Or is your hearing becoming poor like a human's too?" Kagome teased.
She yelped a cry of surprise when she tumbled down to the furs. Sesshoumaru's teeth were inches from her face, fanning a rumbling snarl over parted lips.
"You know not what you do by desiring I return to instincts."
Kagome only drew him closer, heedless of the danger, yet aware of it. Her gaze was steady. "You'll be able to feel things more keenly than you do now. You shut them out on purpose, didn't you? It must have been painful…wanting pack. Only a human could live out here in the mountains for so long. So that's what you became."
His kissed his throat tenderly and he thought he might lose it. Become insane and whimper and keen at her feet. By the God's she touched him so reverently. He'd long desired someone do so exactly the way she was, stroking her thumbs down tense arms to the insides of his wrists.
"Don't push me away again, Sesshoumaru," she murmured. "Leaving for Tokyo is my decision to make, not yours. Besides, we both know you couldn't get rid of me even if you tried."
The cheeky grin she shot him wasn't quite convincing when her eyes dropped to the side self consciously. She could only endure so much. He'd lose her if he kept stumbling. Human logic didn't belong there with them.
Sesshoumaru wrapped his arms around her and inhaled her hair. "You're mine," he said into her ear.
"Yes," the word rolled out as a purr.
"I cannot promise you will like this one if I become more instinctual."
She shivered with delight. "I think I will," she touched his forehead, brushing pale bangs aside. "You still accepted me, despite how my form changed."
Sesshoumaru hummed and dragged his nose against hers, licking her bottom lip and kissing Kagome with languid brushes of his tongue- before biting her bottom lip. She squeaked and flushed red. Giving a devilish smirk, Sesshoumaru lost himself in shedding his restrained countenance. Needless to say, the cabin shook a little on the mountainside. Hoarse cries caused what few birds remaining to scatter. The Killing Perfection was reborn into something new. There were no wars to fight or lands to claim, but there was a woman worthy of being his mate at his side. She'd stay, and teach him how to run again where he'd been walking, how to see the world in colour where there'd been muted shades of black and white before.
Sesshoumaru smiled and anticipated it eagerly. Anticipated something that wasn't just the cycle of food, sleeping, or the impersonal warmth of a fire. Kagome would stay, and he'd be glad of it.