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I am at odds wondering why my fic is so unpopular. I put a lot of hard work and thought into it but still it is not well received. I keep asking myself what I'm doing wrong and still I cannot figure it out. I hardly get any reviews, I posted four new chapters to date and no one considered to even review any of them. I also know that I cannot force people to review but it would be nice to get some once in awhile. Anyhow I will try not to let it get me down or demotivated although it is hard. I hope whoever is reading enjoy this chapter. Thank you!
The stillness of the night was broken up by the gentle crashing of the waves on the stony seaside cliff. The darkness of the heavens reflected its pitch black on the land like an eclipse of immense proportions. The darkened and creepy atmosphere cast eerie shadows on the inside walls projected by the candle light as the wind blew and swayed the trees outside.
Kagome lie awake in bed surrounded by the soft glow of the waxen candles, and watched Sesshomaru standing on the balcony staring off in the distance silently. He was topless, his body lean and beautiful, rippled and glowed in spite of the moonless sky, his moonbeam hair tousled slightly by the wind while his hands were clasped loosely behind his back.
The mood tense as each of them thought on what tomorrow would bring, and yet seeing his magnificent body her mind wandered to the feel of his lips and claws upon her skin. How she wanted him, to feel him deep inside her body? But the moment elusive as he was pre-occupied with his son and their future, and to want such a thing from him now would make her seem selfish, and so she closed her eyes while turning away from him and the temptation of seeing his superb body, something hers was craving in spite of the gloom.
"Mmmph," she sighed, though it came out more of a moan of frustration than anything else, but sensitive ears heard her well enough and approached the bed wherein she lies naked beneath the covers. He watched her back as he undressed himself slowly with his thoughts bitter and ugly, he felt withdrawn and disconnected from everything save for his children.
Pulling the sheets roughly away from her form caused her to gasp loudly and turned abruptly into his direction where she met his red gaze. The sight was a first, and she couldn't look away, because it was as scary as it was beautiful. How could something be both exquisite and dreadful all at the same time? It was frightening.
The moment suspended as they both stared at each other in uncertainty, because here he stood bare and beautiful and seemed like his usual self, however, he wasn't. He'd receded inside himself for shelter, and she wondered if he was scared, but then it may very well be the opposite whereby he was barely containing his blood lust and rage.
He remained unmovable without speaking and gazed down on her with blood red eyes longingly, and her at him slightly bewildered. However, the moment was disrupted as he reached down and enveloped her small frame into his large hands and carried her to the balcony to stand; Kagome did not utter a word in objection.
Her small frame shivered from the cold and he pressed his large warm one to hers. "Sesshomaru," she muttered in his chest.
He didn't answer verbally, but a series of jolts did ran up his spine that quivered, settling into his chest like gentle vibrations, and strangely enough it calmed her anxieties.
A large hand tipped with razor sharp claws grasped her small and delicate ones like a vice, slamming them into the wall high above her head still holding onto them tightly. Her eyes widened and she inhaled deeply in shock, her mouth opened to ask why? But firm lips captured hers in a brutal kiss crushing them apart with fierceness, while a long and agile tongue entered her mouth, touching and withdrawing quickly from her own.
The kiss melted her need to object, to think, to talk, and only her senses of touch and feeling remained vibrant. Deadly fangs dragged along the sensitive flesh of her neck and shoulders while a wet tongue darted forward and caressed her skin, moistening fiery flesh as he moved along a path of his making.
No words came from his lips as he held her hands firmly keeping her immobile. His ravaging mouth held her nipples captive as he sucked and bite them harshly, and she gasped and moaned from the weird pleasure mixed with the pain. She twisted and thrashed as he devoured her body and she could not touch him or reciprocate in kind.
A roughened palm caressed her sides as it moved up and down, splaying clawed fingers on her spine dangerously. She moaned breathlessly as he dropped to his knees, freeing her hands in the process. Calloused hands pushed her knees apart harshly while his face met her core and sucked greedily on her moist vagina lips, while eager and passion filled hands grabbed his silky head and pressed him more intimately to her center.
The feelings he brought out in her were new, she trembled and the desire burning within called to a baser instinctual self and she felt desperate not knowing how to respond.
"Let it go," his words commanded her, she screamed delightfully into the night as her body shook uncontrollably while he continued to lap and suck on her folds voraciously.
The sensations tightened her womb and released her desires shortly thereafter, bringing with it a gush of wetness from her climax, her body shuddered with her orgasm, her knees weak but Sesshomaru held her strongly and fed his desires leaving nothing behind but a satisfied female.
The rising and falling of her chest from such an intense filled orgasm had her panting as the red eyed demon stood up tall and intimidating and pushed her onto the wall. Her breasts bunched and scraped on the walls making her nipples pebble from the coldness of the concrete. The feral demon bent low and speared her through, his entry sharp and painful as his long and thick manhood bumped into her cervix and she cried out. "No! Please! Oh Kami, Sesshomaru."
His strokes were long and jarring causing her feet to lift high off the floor from his powerful thrust. She gritted her teeth from the pain and the roughness of his movements; long, hard and fast insertion and withdrawal set every nerve on fire as it stretched and tore her from deep within, as his cock grew thicker as his inner demon took over.
Low and deep growls were emitted from inside his chest as he rode her hard and deep. "Kagome," he mumbled raw and thick as lust consumed him. Her eyes stung from the tears settling in them. The scent of her tears sobered him a bit. He reached around and touched her face, he felt wetness on the sides of her cheek and stilled his aggression, but Kagome was aware that he was troubled and only wanted something beautiful to believe in, and he found that beauty in her and she would not deny him solace ever.
Opening her mouth she bit down hard on his wrist drawing blood, and he was stunned, he became even more so as she sank her teeth deeper into his flesh and gorged herself on his blood. He realized in that moment that Kagome was merely reacting, driven by instincts that his nature called out to.
Kagome wasn't a demon and yet she understood him perfectly, but he wasn't sure that she understood what she had just done, but with his mind drenched in a haze of lust and passion, he took what she offered him willingly and sank balls deep within her core and fucked her without any restraints.
Faster, Deeper, Harder, In and out he penetrated her over and over, his blood boiled as his climax was minutes away. Kagome lost her self in the moment as his blood excited and filled her up with unbelievable yearning. He gripped her hair tightly, twining the long tresses around his hand and pulled her even closer and inhaled her scent. She was ripe for the taking and without any hesitation on his part, white canine fangs elongated sunk deep into her neck.
Her screams were loud and filled with pain as he forced her to submit and to accept his youki inside her body, but she fought him with a power of her own, twisting her head to the side and bit into the wrist like she had done earlier.
His knot formed as both of them tried to dominate each other, but as a demon his male his pride was at stake and he would not fail to dominate and overpower his chosen female. Forcing his will and his power harshly inside her body, she was rendered helpless as the double knots of his manhood released in spurts his semen deep inside her womb as it pulsed red and raw.
Later into the night when she awoke she asked him about their strange sexual encounter, but he was at a loss, because how could he have mated her when he was already mated?
Something strange was going on, but for now he was a contented male. Kagome ran her hand sensually along the glowing symbol on her forehead, and although she could not see it, Sesshomaru told her that it was identical to the one adorning his forehead and she was happy, but cautiously so; because based on Sesshomaru's explanation she was his official mate. But how could that be?
The strangeness of the situation caused them both to think. But for now they would let it go, because in a few hours time fate would come calling on them. The pages inside Kagome's history book were slowly erasing itself. History was being unwritten. The future was wide open and the question was: What would the future become?