This was one of my favorite chapters to write, mostly because one of my personal favorite characters is Niito and so any interaction with him I enjoy writing. A certain visitor comes to see Sesshoumaru and Asami and Niito join forces to help make Sesshoumaru look powerful. At the end of the chapter there also might be a little present for you and it begins with an L and ends with an N. Enjoy birdies,
xoxoTiff
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The next morning I awoke in my sensuous room, deeply snuggled in the thick covers, my head resting on a silk pillow. It seemed unreal. Last night Sesshoumaru and I had gone to his private onsen to bathe. It was more difficult than I would have cared to admit to keep my hands to myself. He was handsome and cunning. He had informed me that morrow night we would attend the ball. After we had bathed, quite thoroughly, I returned to my room and him to his. It was a battle of wills that if I hadn't been a part of would have proved to be most entertaining.
I sat up slowly and took in the gorgeous room once again, yawning and stretching. I stood and moved to the balcony, opening the tall doors and letting light and fresh air hit my face. I shivered slightly from the morning chill before moving further out. I rested my elbows on the stone railing and looked out onto the vast lands. It was all so stunning.
I sat there letting my eyes analyze the intricate maze of gardens below. I wonder what possessed Sesshoumaru to have these beautiful gardens. If I thought I would actually get an answer I might ask.
There was a soft knock behind me and I turned to see the bedroom door opening. Kiku stepped in and smiled when she saw I was already up.
"Good morning milady." She started moving towards the bigger armoire and rifling through it.
I shut the balcony doors and walked closer and saw she was looking for a kimono. I frowned and tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, but can I not pick my own kimono to wear?"
"Oh, I didn't realize you would want to." She looked flustered and I tilted my head to the side, confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The other women," she paused and shook her head, "the whores that took a place beside him before were spoiled and incapable of even trying to do anything for themselves. I don't know why I was thinking I would have to be your keeper. You are no whore. You are a very capable woman. I offer you my deepest apologies." She bowed low and then went to stand by the door. "If there is anything you need, I will be right outside." She left and I smiled.
I went to the armoire and sifted through the different kimonos. There were various lengths, styles, colors, fabrics, patterns. It was ludicrous. Surely the girls were having hysterics over their own armoires.
I finally chose a silk white kimono. It was ankle length but from the waist down it became wider. I imagined when I walked the flaps would flare around my legs, revealing them like a game of hide-n-seek. How interesting. There were deep red embroidery designs that didn't actually make a pattern, but simply decorated the silk, matching my hair almost perfectly.
After dressing and tying a deep red obi with white embroidery designs on it around my stomach securely I pulled all my hair over one shoulder. I braided it loosely so it looked as if I had just woken up like this, pure, pristine, and innocent. I decided to leave my feet bare and I looked in a mirror hanging on the wall to make sure everything was placed perfectly. I adjusted the top of the kimono so it hid my breasts more and then walked over to the door to open it.
"I am ready, Kiku. Where is Sesshoumaru-sama?" I inquired, already walking down the hall.
Kiku jogged to catch up to me. "He is in his study, in a meeting with someone. He told me to bring you there and afterwards bring breakfast for you both there." She informed me and I thought for a moment.
"Who is he in a meeting with?" I asked as we went down the stairs and arrived on the first floor.
"I am but a simple servant, he would not tell me such things as who he meets with," Kiku seemed shocked that I asked.
"It was a surprise meeting, Asami-san," I turned to see Niito walking quickly up to me. He waved Kiku off and she bowed and left.
"Who is he meeting with?" I asked, again, hoping he would give me an answer.
"Benito. He is here as a representative to propose a complete peace treaty to last no more than a year." I was surprised, and curious at the motives behind such a peace treaty.
"Aren't his forces greater than Sesshoumaru-sama's right now?" I asked, wondering if I had missed something.
"Yes, unless of course, like his elemental Anna, he is overstating many things." He nodded and began walking towards the study. I followed closely, thinking.
"Wait. If he attacked or tried to steal one of Sesshoumaru's closest companions, the peace treaty would be invalid on Bunmei's part, right?" I tugged on his arm gently to get him to stop for a moment.
"Yes it would, and then Bunmei would have to appease Sesshoumaru in some way, and admit to the errors of his ways to all the other Lords." He smiled slightly, liking the idea. "What should we do?" I was surprised he was actually asking my opinion. He must truly consider me an equal.
"I believe we should lower it to no more than 6 months, so if my being bait doesn't work out properly, then Sesshoumaru still won't have to wait too long to wage war." I suggested.
Niito nodded, thinking it through. "As the commander of his forces, I would agree with that. How do we get him to lower it to 6 months, though?"
I bit my lip and thought, tapping my foot.
Niito spoke up before I could even come up with anything though. "Let your power touch him. Nijito told me what you did and said it felt incredibly powerful. Do that to him and he will see you as Sesshoumaru's new toy and be frightened that maybe Sesshoumaru has more tricks under his sleeve. He'll agree to any length of treaty." Niito was smiling brightly, excited. I couldn't help but smile back.
I adjusted my kimono, pulling it so my breasts were barely contained. Niito actually blushed and looked away. I grinned but didn't say anything. I unbraided my hair, no longer wishing for the look of innocence.
Niito was appraising the transformation. "You are a very talented woman, not even afraid to use your womanly wiles to sway a situation."
"Why have something and not use it? That's wasteful," I murmured and nodded at him to show him I was ready. "You should escort me in, as a true gentleman would, so he doesn't automatically think of me a simple whore." Niito chuckled softly but offered his right arm. I slid one arm through his and rested both hands on his forearm. We nodded at each other once more, composed ourselves, and entered the room.
A man was standing tall in front of the desk, hair jet black and reaching his lower back. He had a sword by his side, no armor. He was an elemental but I didn't know what flavor yet. He must be confident not to wear any armor. I walked in slowly, letting my hips sway, my legs peeking from beneath the kimono. Niito walked at my pace, guiding me towards Sesshoumaru.
He turned slightly and his eyes flashed a deep hunger before returning to a simple brown, hiding. He had a charming smile though, seeming friendly enough. No wonder he was the representative Bunmei sent. Junpei was never this friendly. Charming when called for, but not easily friendly.
"Well he-," He almost choked on the word as, when I walked closer to him, I let my power go. He actually stumbled and that answered for me the level of his power. He was weak. He took a deep breath, and after I passed him and went to stand behind Sesshoumaru, he regained himself, turning to stare at Sesshoumaru, a trace of fear in his eyes.
I draped myself over Sesshoumaru and kissed his cheek. "Good morning, my Lord," I said loud enough for everyone to hear. I then whispered low, so only Sesshoumaru would catch it. "He's weak, so weak. Offer him 6 months of peace." I moved back slightly but kept myself draped across Sesshoumaru, but now I looked at the guest and his eyes were focused on me.
"Benito, representative of Lord Bunmei, may I introduce you to my Asami," Sesshoumaru offered a formal introduction and I gave a soft, sex-filled smile to Benito. He didn't offer an explanation of what exactly I was, just that I was his. Benito was probably wanting to ask but couldn't without being rude or overly curious.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir," I moved away from Sesshoumaru and offered my hand, intending to shock him but he just shook his head, sitting down and folding his hands in his lap. He reeked of fear and I wrinkled my nose in disgust, making sure I was turned back towards Sesshoumaru before I let that gesture offend the guest. Sesshoumaru was looking at me when I did it and nodded his head ever so slightly. He could smell it too, of course.
"Benito, I cannot accept the offer of 1 year of peace," Sesshoumaru announced coldly. I stood behind him again, letting my hand trail back and forth over his stomach.
Surprisingly, before Sesshoumaru could offer 6 months, Benito spoke up. "My master thought you might not be interested in such a deal and left it up to my discretion to complete negotiations. I believe 3 months would be most satisfactory, until we can perhaps come up with a stronger treaty." He said quickly and I hid my face against Sesshoumaru's neck to hide my frown. I didn't admire weakness, especially from someone sent as a representative.
Sesshoumaru pretended to think about it for a moment and finally nodded. "That sounds reasonable. I will accept your offer of 3 months treatise." He leaned forward to write on a piece of paper with a gaudy quill pen. He then signed it and rolled it up, handing it to Benito. "Benito, will you also allow us, as Bunmei's representative, to stay the night of the ball in the southern lands. I have been informed that my lands will see terrible storms."
Benito's eyes slid to me for some reason and I almost wished I could ask why. He looked back to Sesshoumaru quickly though. "That will be no issue at all, of course. May I inquire as to who will be staying the night with you?"
Sesshoumaru looked sharply at him. "Whoever arrives in my entourage of course," He said simply, as if it was none of his business who arrived with him.
"I meant no offense, Lord Sesshoumaru. I will say, for Bunmei, that you and your entourage are welcome to stay the night of the ball." He seemed to clutch onto the scroll of peace. He was probably being unnecessarily worried. Sesshoumaru wouldn't break the peace treaty by attacking Bunmei when he was sleeping.
"Good. I will see Bunmei at the ball. You may leave now," Sesshoumaru dismissed him easily with the tone of his voice and Benito bowed low before leaving.
As soon as he was gone Nijito, Niito, and Koufuu went to take a seat in front of the desk.
"It was disgusting how afraid he was," Nijito said, shaking his head.
"I agree, though it was amusing at the same time. I wonder if the other new elemental Bunmei has is just as weak. It's not like him to surround himself with weakness." I commented, nuzzling my chin against Sesshoumaru's shoulder before shifting my head so I could slip my tongue out against his neck quickly. I felt his body suppress a shiver and I laughed softly, standing up straight and tangling my hands in his hair.
"Can you tell us anything about him? Anything at all?" Niito inquired, crossing one leg over the other and staring intently at me.
"I don't know too much. I was young…" I played with Sesshoumaru's hair absent-mindedly, thinking. "Junpei is the commander of his forces and his personal guard. He will be at his right side throughout the night. Bunmei appears jolly and absent-minded but it is all for appearances. He sees everything, he can be cunning when he wants to be, and his anger is immense." I had stopped playing with Sesshoumaru's hair and he moved his head ever so slightly, reminding me. I began playing again, brushing threw it slowly.
"How angry is he going to be when he sees you?" Koufuu seemed honestly curious and I smiled, happy to wreak havoc on Bunmei.
"If there was no peace treaty I would fear for my life."
"You don't think he'll try to kill you anyways?" Nijito asked.
"He is practical. He will not be the one to break a treaty in such a manner as attacking me outright. Absolutely not. Most likely he'll have Junpei try and seduce me to betray Sesshoumaru-sama. He is charming and handsome and utterly confident. Bunmei often uses him to get things he wants. For example, Anna and Yukika both were lured to Bunmei by Junpei," I explained, frowning slightly.
"You despise Junpei, it is so obvious. Why would they think you would be seduced by him?" Niito looked confused.
I smiled, though I wasn't happy. "I had to act there more than I will ever have to here. I pretended to be infatuated with Junpei. I became a pet of his almost, whenever Bunmei wasn't around of course. Becoming a favorite of his spared me from becoming a regular of Bunmei's."
"I do not understand," Niito said, scowling. "It sounds like he would be your savior. What happened? What aren't you telling us?"
I gave him a look of despair and his eyes widened fractionally. "He forced himself on one of my sisters, when she was only a child, a young, defenseless child." I said fiercely, unconsciously balling my hands in Sesshoumaru's hair. I looked down at the beautiful silver hair, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"I am incredibly sorry to bring up the past. Forgive me," Niito said softly and then left. I could tell by the other footsteps that Koufuu and Nijito followed him out. The door shut but I continued to play with Sesshoumaru's hair, though I was dejected now.
"You may not kill him," He stated simply. I laughed softly, not amused though.
"What about after the treaty is up?" I asked carefully.
"I will think about it." His voice was cold, practical.
"What if it is self-defense?" I needed to know if there was any way to get around this.
"You must have witnesses that are not close in any way to you or me" He reached back and tugged on my arm, pulling me to kneel in front of him. "Do not attack him unless I give you permission." He said it clearly so I would never be able to go around wording.
"May I provoke him?" I sat on my knees, my hands on his legs lightly. I tried to regain control of my emotions, stuff the sadness and anger deep down within me.
"You may taunt him, I do not care." He lifted his hand to trace my jaw line and I turned my head to kiss is palm, moving to his fingers and taking one in my mouth, sucking it slowly before letting it slide out. He traced the finger along my lips and I drew it into my mouth barely, biting it gently, playfully.
"You need to decide how you wish me to act at the ball, milord." I moved closer to him and draped my body over his legs, resting my head on his thighs.
"If I didn't instruct you to act a certain way, how would you act?" He started brushing his fingers through my hair, as if I was a pet, and I snuggled closer to his legs, wrapping my arms around his calves.
"I would make sure I was always touching you in some way, but as if I was not thinking about it. He would see that and think that I am with you because I want to be, because I enjoy it. I would show confidence, and let my power touch them, but barely, not as much as I did with Benito. I would also carry a dagger under my kimono, though since I will have a short kimono, it would be seen, and I would act as if I am also a guard to you, keeping my eyes open, occasionally meeting Niito's eyes and nodding discreetly, but Junpei will definitely notice." I finished and nuzzled my head further up his legs, against his upper thigh, satisfied with an eager greeting.
"That will work. You may figure out the details with Niito today at some point." His voice was neutral so I couldn't tell if he honestly didn't care or if he liked the plan.
"We should have a sign that we can do between us so I will know when you do not like what I am doing," I murmured.
"We do not need a sign, I will tell you." He made it sound simple and I chuckled softly, raising my head to look up at him.
"We need him to think that it is possible that he might be able to sway me to come back to him. If you so obviously have me under control, it will be pointless," I tried to explain, letting my hands play along his thighs.
He frowned, thinking about it, but nodded.
"If I am doing something you don't like, lean closer and whisper something in my ear. I'll smile and pretend to be amused, and look in a random direction so they think you're talking about something unrelated to them." I suggested and watched him think it over. "Or, if you don't like a lot of things I am doing and you don't want to keep doing that, just show Niito that you're annoyed and he can lean over and tell me something, but I'll pretend it's serious. Nijito would also work, although he might whisper dirty things and make you angry." I stood up and sat on his desk, crossing my legs and letting them dangle freely.
"Niito can decide what will work best," He said, brushing the topic off.
"You trust him a lot, right?" I asked, smiling.
He shrugged, not really answering the question. "He respects you," He commented, perhaps trying to change the topic.
"Are you sure it's me and not the power he respects?" I let each foot rest on one of his knees but kept my own knees together so the kimono wouldn't spread.
"Whatever power a person has is part of who they are," He let his eyes slide up my legs.
"I know. I was just curious how you would respond," I replied honestly. "He is strong and intelligent. I can see why you would have him as your commander." I complimented his choice.
"His brother is just as powerful and intelligent," He added. I knew he wasn't defending Nijito's honor or anything like that. I couldn't figure out the purpose of his comment.
"Yes, I agree with that. He is simply not as serious as his brother," I shrugged.
"He is, as I have been told, much more fun than his brother. Are you interested in him?" His eyes were on my legs so I couldn't exactly figure out how he was feeling.
I controlled the smile that was threatening to spill across my face as I saw where he was leading. I put my hands slightly behind me, leaning back and letting a look of consideration slide through my eyes.
"He is handsome, and certainly entertaining, I suppose," I judged, biting my lip. When I looked back to Sesshoumaru he was angry. He was up in a flash and towering over me, my hands held behind my back by one of his, his other hand gripping my hair and yanking my head back. My breath came out roughly and I stared into his eyes while he looked down into mine with a look of rage.
"I will not tolerate you being touched by anyone else," He growled through his teeth. "You may act however you want, when I allow it, but you will remember that you are mine and I am your master." I was breathing heavily now, not out of fear, but because, surprisingly, his quick anger and holding me so tightly had me aroused.
He let go of me quickly and I fell back against the desk, eyes shut tight as a spasm ran through my body. All of a sudden I felt warm hands slide between the kimono flaps, spreading it easily, to grip my legs, just behind my knees. He spread my legs easily and pressed himself between them. He was still sheathed behind his pants but the sensation of it still sent a shiver throughout my whole body. When I opened my eyes to look up at him he was grinning.
"How interesting," He commented, obviously pleased with my reaction.
His hands left the back of my knees, as his waist and groin were effectively keeping my legs spread, and each of his hands took one of my wrists, holding them tightly off to the side. I was trapped by his body and that thought only aroused me more.
All of a sudden the door opened and Sesshoumaru and I both let out a low growl. "I apologize, milord. I was just dropping off the breakfast," Niito's voice spoke calmly, not wanting to incite more anger.
"Put it down and go." Sesshoumaru's eyes were focused on my face and my breathing deepened just at the look in his eyes. After a moment the door shut and silence surrounded us. "Are you going to give me logic and reasoning to stop me?" He asked, leaning down to trace his tongue down my neck.
"Please," I begged, lifting my hips to grind against his.
"What are you asking for?" He whispered against my ear and I struggled against his hold on my wrists, wanting to rip his clothes off and eat him to his core. He held me firmly though and I growled. Why wouldn't he take me?
"Please, Sesshoumaru-sama," I couldn't communicate. I could only beg. I wanted him to own me.
He chuckled softly and let go of one wrist so he could trail his hand up my thigh, slowly, so slowly. I moaned for him, so eager, but he took his time, made me writhe.
"I hope you're ready for me," His voice was as soft as the wind next to my ear and I shuddered. I was so ready.
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His fingers found my opening easily and I was already wet. He slid a single finger deep inside me and I arched my back, still struggling against the one hand that still held one of my wrists.
"Please let me go Sesshoumaru-sama," I struggled profusely and he released me, but stepped completely away from the desk. I growled. That was not what I wanted. He chuckled again and I realized that as I got more flustered, he was becoming more relaxed. I didn't want him relaxed. I wanted him just as crazy with passion as I was. I slid backwards, moving off the desk and further into the room, away from him.
I was inviting him to try and catch me and he understood. I watched his eyes slipping into desire. It was our beasts, searching for a strong mate. No one weak deserved us. You had to prove your strength. I licked my lips and slowly untied my obi, tossing it aside. He followed suit and undid the sash at his waist, laying his swords aside and pulling off his top. His chest was magnificent. Defined, lightly tanned, delicious. I became momentarily dazed and without realizing anytime had passed he was closer, in front of the desk instead of behind it.
I stepped back and moved to the side and he mirrored the movement. I grinned and let my hand trail from my neck, to the space between my breasts, and down my stomach, effectively drawing the kimono open so there was a line of visibility. He himself became momentarily distracted and I moved four steps closer in less than a second.
A growl slipped through his lips and he began walking in a large circle around me. I carefully turned with him, making sure my eyes were always on him.
"Take off the pants," I whispered softly, giving him eyes that were drowning in thoughts of sex. He stopped and touched the top of his pants briefly before shaking his head.
"Take them off yourself," He responded easily and began circling me again.
I pouted jokingly and pulled my kimono shut so there was no more skin visible. His eyes narrowed at that but he said nothing. When I picked up my obi though and began to put it back on he started slowly walking towards me. Before I could even tease him he was behind me. He was more than just fast, he was like lightning.
He easily ripped the obi away, tossing it carelessly aside. He shredded the kimono as if he did it all the time, expertly, so it fell away from my body and I was left bare, except for the hair covering my back. Again, in a flash, he was on the other side of the room, admiring me from afar.
I stretched my arms up high, arching my back slightly and was satisfied when his eyes sank deeper into the darkness. He enjoyed that. I let my hands slid through my hair and over my stomach and hips, digging my nails into my skin so faint scratches were left behind. His eyes followed every movement.
"You act more like a cat than anything else," He muttered and I laughed softly.
"Does that displease you?" I knew it didn't. "Would you not like me to be your kitten?"
He didn't bother answered. He was simply in front of me again and he had me pushed up against a wall in another breath. His body was pressed tight against mine and I wrapped my legs securely around his waist, pulling him into the circle of my body. My arms were around his neck as our lips met and played war with each other.
"Please, milord, the pants," I practically moaned against his lips, resting my head against the wall to gain some air. He didn't pull his lips away though, he ate his way down my throat, biting me fiercely enough to leave a mark, and then down to the swell of my breasts, where he bit me again.
I unwound my hands and legs from him and tried to slide down his body but I was squeezed tightly between the wall and his hard body, there was no way to move.
"No," he muttered. I think he was enjoying refusing me, as I had gotten much out of him since the day before. I leaned down and kissed his neck as he was kissing my neck. He didn't tell me to stop and after thinking for a moment I bit down hard enough on his neck to leave a delicate mark.
He pulled back immediately and stared at me while I licked my lips slowly. "Why did you do that?" He wasn't angry, he was actually wondering.
"I could not have done it simply because I wanted to?" I gave him innocent eyes, though in the position I didn't feel very innocent.
"You seem to have reasons for everything," He sounded slightly annoyed but it seemed he couldn't argue with reasoning. Which was refreshing, some men would argue even if they were wrong. Sesshoumaru was so much more secure than that.
"The other lords will be jealous you have such a feral woman, who participates enthusiastically in sex. Most pets, slaves, or whoever Lords have sex with do not participate. They lay back, accept it, and move on." I explained. I hadn't wanted to explain it to him; I wanted him to be pleased that I did it in the heat of the moment.
His eyes said he was extremely pleased that I had done it with such reasoning though. Then a look of consideration passed through his eyes and he seemed to be debating whether to say something or not.
"You can say whatever you'd like to me, milord," I leaned in and whispered next to his ear, breathing hotly next to it after a moment. I leaned back to look at his face, waiting.
"I am pleased with the thought. I will admit I enjoy the other lords being envious, and you are certainly something to envy." I didn't correct him about me being a 'something'. I would let him think of me however he wished. "I am not pleased, however, that you were able to think so coherently while I was doing my best to distract you." He murmured softly, his eyes staring deep into mine.
I almost laughed, but the look in his eyes was so seductive that I lost the urge to laugh. "Milord, I am positive when I say, that was not you doing your best. You were playing with me, denying me, testing me, something along those lines but you were not doing your best to distract me."
I reached my hand up to stroke the side of his face lightly, moving over his lips softly and pressing my finger further into his mouth. His tongue flicked against it quickly and he nicked it with his tooth, a small amount of blood dropping into his mouth. He brought a hand up to hold my wrist as he sucked on my finger, keeping eye contact while he did it.
I fought a shiver but it passed through my body roughly and his eyes showed that he liked that. I pulled my finger slowly out of his mouth and his hand fell away from my wrist. He moved away from me and was no longer holding me against the wall.
I slid down to my knees and he watched me. I guess he wasn't stopping me anymore. I untied his pants slowly and took my time pulling them down his body. When I got them to his ankles he simply stayed there, not lifting his feet to help me get them off. I looked up at him, making sure to disregard the prominent hardness between his legs, easier thought than done, and frowned.
"Milord, please," I asked softly, leaning forward to lay a kiss on each of his thighs, moving down to lay a kiss on each of his knees, the shins, and then kissing the tops of his feet reverently. He lifted each foot one at a time and I smiled to myself, pulling the pants off and tossing them aside.
I sat back and smiled up at him, folding my hands in my lap and waiting for him to do something, anything. He stayed still though, staring down into my eyes. I stood slowly and moved away from him, walking towards the door. He turned and watched, but didn't say anything yet, a look of curiosity flicking through his eyes.
I locked the door, not wanting any interruptions. When I was finished locking the door I moved to the soft rug that was spread in front of his large desk. I slid to my knees, diverting my eyes away from him. I lie back on the soft fur and let my arms stretch above my head. I closed my eyes and waited for him to come to me. I knew he would.
After a few minutes I felt his presence above me. I didn't open my eyes yet, but let a small secretive smile curl my lips. I heard his knees meet the rug by my hips and his hand trailed from my neck down, between my breasts, over my stomach, and stopped. He splayed his hand over the soft skin of my stomach.
"I didn't imagine you would be this patient, milord," I whispered, my breathing hiking ever so slightly as he dug his fingers into my stomach.
"What did you imagine?" He didn't sound like he really wanted to know.
"Honestly?" I opened my eyes to see his expression and the curiosity was still there. I suppose I would be curious to him. I wasn't like most women.
"Sure," He replied, his eyes not on mine, but instead moving slowly along my upper body.
"I imagined, in sex, you would be very skilled. I was positive you'd bedded many women in your time. I also imagined that you would be quite," I paused to think for the right word, "vigorous and rough. I suppose I also imagined that you would be quick about everything, impatient almost." I let my eyes close and trailed my hand along his inner thigh.
"You could still be correct," He commented, and mirrored my hand, placing his on my inner thigh.
"I suppose I could. Though, in this circumstance, you are being quite patient." I nodded in agreement to his statement. I still thought of him as impatient overall. "So, what did you imagine about me?" I grinned, but didn't bother looking at his expression. I wouldn't see anything.
"You surprised me," He said simply.
"I imagine I did… I suppose you won't indulge me and tell me how exactly I surprised you?" I asked.
"I've had enough of talking," He responded, his hand gripping my thigh firmly.
"Patience run out?" I whispered softly, and this time I mirrored him and let my hand hold his thigh firmly.
He didn't bother responding this time. One second we were talking, the next his body was heavy with need above me. I wrapped my legs securely around him and there was no more talking, playing. He pushed inside me, slowly and I couldn't help but wriggle beneath him.
He was so big, so hard that he had to fight to push himself inside of me. I cried out for him and after working himself in deep he pulled out. His breathing was loud beside my ear and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
After three more painfully slow thrusts he was moving in and out of me smoothly and he picked up speed. Moans slipped past my lips helplessly and I begged him for more speed, more strength, more everything. He responded to each of beg promptly and soon he was thrusting all of his smooth hardness deep within me, faster and faster.
His relentlessness drew loud gasps from my throat and my body was helping him along, back arching, hips lifting to meet every single thrust, one hand gripped tight in his hair, the other digging into his backside, everything encouraging more.
His name slipped from my lips numerous times and then to silence myself I pressed my lips to his throat, tongue stroking the soft skin and eventually the mark I made on his neck. He groaned and his strong, smooth rhythm stuttered and he began slamming into me with vigor, no longer having a defined pattern.
It threw my head back and a scream fell out of me before I could call it back. Both hands were holding his hips tight, trying to pull him into me faster. All of a sudden he stopped and a whimper escaped me and I let my eyes roll to meet him. He was just staring at my expression. How could he stop like this? So abruptly. We were both so close, I could feel it.
"Sesshoumaru… Milord, please… please don't stop," I pleaded, trying to move my hips so he would move within me. I shuddered and let my hands trail up his sides and to his hair, locking in the thickness of it and pulling him down towards me so I could move my lips convincingly against his.
He ate at my mouth and I secured my arms around his upper back and within a moment I had us flipped over and I was sitting above him. The new angle felt lovely with all his hardness pushed deep within me.
His hair was sprawled around his face, a face filled with undeniable lust. His breathing wasn't as out of control as mine seemed to be, but his lips were parted and I could hear the breath coming in and out.
"What a beautiful, strong man I have beneath me," I whispered as I began to move up and down, slowly, so slowly.
His hands found their way to my hips and his grip was so strong, so firm, that I was sure I would have some bruising. "Faster," He practically growled and I just smiled sweetly down at him, keeping my oh-so-slow pace.
He didn't like that much. He sat up and his arms wrapped securely around me. My knees were to each side of his hips and his legs were stretched beneath me. His hands found my butt and he cupped me effortlessly and began to lift me to his liking and I simply enjoyed the strength of him.
I rested my forehead against his, eyes shut, and let my hot breath spill against his lips from an inch away. After a few more thrusts I began to help him and rode him faster. His hands dug into the flesh of my thighs and I crushed my lips against his so he could swallow my moans.
Spasms rocked their way throughout my lower body and I gasped, lips falling away from his. "So close…" I buried my head against his shoulder and willed my body to move faster, driving myself harder on top of him.
He lay back and I dug my hands into his chest as I kept a fast pace, trying to hold off a little longer, waiting for milord to be at that point of no return. One more hard thrust, another, and I felt him spasm within me, reaching his point of no return, such an exhilarating sensation. I continued to move, up and down, but slowed and let my own control sweep away with another thrust. I drove myself down on him one last glorious time and my body was rigid with ecstasy before falling limp on top of his chest as he spilled himself deep inside of me.
I remained on top of him, and he remained deep inside of me, his manhood no longer the incredible hardness it was before, though he was still impressively large. He moved slightly and I moaned softly, sensitive to anything in that area of my body. I actually heard him chuckle, barely a sound, but distinct.
We lay there and I would have loved to simply sleep like that. I rolled off of him after move, and effectively he slid out of me, a soft sigh emitting from me at the feel of it.
I lay on my back next to him, eyes shut, breathing slowly but surely evening out. My body felt limp and sweat was lightly dewed along my body.
"I suppose I am satisfied that I waited," His voice was low, no emotion. I bet he didn't admit he was wrong very often. I laughed, softly, and actually disagreed with him. I would have loved to have this sooner.