Sesshoumaru reclined back in his private hot spring, and relished in the rare moment of solitude he was not so often afforded. He was doing his best to meditate, but things as they were, was not proving successful. 'Perhaps an ice bath would have been more appropriate.'
He had thought that when Kagome had finally moved into his fortress, he might be unable to keep up with her demands on his body. In a sense, it was true. She had desired him constantly, and let it be known to him; however, he had never anticipated that he would have to deny her.
Once made aware that laying with her was adding to her power, and contributing to her strange behavior, he had decided that it would be best to refrain from the activities they had both enjoyed. At least until she proved to be handling them in a more appropriate fashion.
He would still please her, in a way which required no penetration- or subsequent releasing of his youki within her. And though it did please him to bring her to such a state, the act left him feeling... unsated.
She thought it odd that whenever she approached him for sex, he now only seemed interested in doing so with his mouth. But she wasn't complaining. Far from it. Sesshoumaru was quite adept at bringing her to peak in such a way, and lately only seemed to be honing that skill.
But though it was not ideal, Sesshoumaru was a master of control. Before Kagome, he had gone very long stretches of time without engaging in such acts. And though it proved more difficult with the woman he loved pleading for his attention at every turn, he could keep himself at bay.
That's not to say his mind didn't wander...
He had become accustomed to getting laid much more often lately, and now his body was entitled. It wouldn't take long to conjure up images of good times had not so long ago; images that he would have to repress in the company of others.
But now that he was alone, and in the warm, wet spring, he allowed those images to play through his mind. He wouldn't shame himself, or his famous restraint by touching himself in such a manner. But he would allow the feelings to pass through him, almost in nostalgia.
When the door to his springs opened, however, and his miko came into view, he worried that he might finally break.
She wore only a silk robe, apparently expecting him to be in there, and wasted no time in shedding it as she regarded him with hooded eyes and pouting lips. The dryness of his throat had nothing to do with the heat of the spring.
She approached him like prey, never taking her eyes from his as she lowered herself into the pool to join him. The protest on his tongue failed to make its journey outward, and before he could act, her mouth was on his as she straddled his lap.
His arms naturally went to support her, and even pull her near as they took each other's mouths in an almost desperate plea. His cock pulsed at the proximity as she pressed forcefully on it with her heated core. And when she shifted so that he might finally enter her, he could not hold back the few forceful pumps that solicitously followed.
He gasped into her mouth as she continued to kiss him, and closed his eyes to revel in the feeling as his dick traveled from one hot wet location, to quite another. He hadn't enjoyed the tightness that now grasped him for days, and wished for nothing more than to see it through to its end, before begrudgingly realizing his slip. It took all that he had to remove her from his person, and place her down to sit at his side.
He couldn't look at her, for fear of giving in to the needs that pained him to withhold.
She was not too pleased either, and fixed him with an irritated glare at his response.
"Alright, what's with you lately?" She demanded, obviously as frustrated as he with the situation. When he didn't reply, she ventured a guess.
"Are you not attracted to me anymore?" He was worried she might jump to such conclusions, and he forced himself to take in her stunning features, so that he could allay her fears.
He put his palm on her cheek, and let his mask drop so that she could know what she meant to him.
"Quite the contrary," he admitted, almost shakily. "This One desires you more now than ever, miko." It was said with such passion that it caused her to falter. Her upset quickly turning to confusion.
"Then why won't you fuck me? It something wrong?"
Yes. Something was definitely wrong. He didn't know how to approach her lately. Not long ago, he felt as if he could tell her anything, and often did. But he hadn't told her what he had learned from his talk with the tree demon, and he wasn't sure why. It was becoming painfully clear that the topic could no longer be avoided, so he decided to finally burden her with the knowledge.
"You are aware of the changes within you?" He took her silence as a yes.
"They are my doing. Not intentionally. However, it would appear that some of my youki has transferred to you, and is warring with your own essence. It has come to my attention that laying together is contributing to this, and This One believes that you may not yet be equipped to handle such an invasion. That is why, and only why, I have withheld my attentions. I simply wish for you to gain more control of your power, before contributing to it further."
She had been aware of the changes. But had not been bothered enough to question them. She had been enjoying the sharpness of her mind; it was like she had attained a level of clarity, and she simply had relished it. With this new information, however, something else had been made clear.
"So, that's why all the oral lately?"
She scooted back over to him and made to sit on his lap, facing forward this time.
"You have had to deny yourself so you wouldn't release youki in me," she realized aloud.
She rolled her hips against his throbbing cock in a tantalizing manner, and leaned back into him to nuzzle his neck with her nose. His hair tickled her skin, and she enjoyed the silky sensation.
"You poor baby. Why didn't you tell me?"
She moved so that his cock pressed up against his belly, and trapped it behind her backside. Sliding herself up and down against it, she turned her head to the side to place open mouthed kisses on his jaw as the tension visibly released from his gratefully relieved l features. She spoke lowly, in almost hushed whispers.
"We can find ways to take care of you too, you know?"
His hands grasped her hips as she ground her ass into him. As she moved, he slid them up to squeeze her breasts, and anxiously kissed and licked the side of her neck.
It could be considered dry humping, were they not submerged in the water. But having been denied multiple times during the last few days; and with the softness and willingness of the woman rubbing against him, it was not ineffective.
He was thrusting his hips against her, and she wiggled and squirmed on him in a most tempting manner. He thanked her by lowering a hand down to her puffy neatherlips, and massaged her expertly in return. Withholding so long had him reaching his peak too soon, and he worked her clit pointedly and dexterously to ensure she found her release just moments before he found his own.
When they were finished, he did not relinquish his hold. He wanted her near. Wanted to bask in her accommodating glow for as long as she was able to display it, before his youki inevitably reverted her back to a less pleasant version of herself.
When she got out of the spring to allow him his time to himself, she informed him of her quandary.
"I can't wait forever, Sesshoumaru." The statement seemed to cause him anguish, so she clarified.
"I better go work on getting my power controlled."
He was pleased at her determination, and mentally berated himself for not telling her sooner. He could only hope that her efforts would prove successful.