Author's note: Wow. So this chapter was not what I remembered it being. LOL. I definitely made a few changes. Thought it needed to be fixed, for sure. Also, I really appreciate the few reviews that have been posted. I thought about holding out for more reviews, but figured why torture those of you who really want it? LOL. I will not always post the chapters so quickly, and they won't always be as long. Just keep in mind that more reviews typically encourage me to write more often. Now, I'm off to write an essay for school. Something tells me that paper will not be nearly as fun to write. LOL
Disclaimer: Sadly, as much as I wish I owned Sesshomaru and had him locked in a basement somewhere, I don't own him or any of the other characters for that matter. I'm sure Rumiko Takahashi has him chained up somewhere. Something tells me she doesn't like to share.
Warning: This fic is rated M for yuMMMMy. LOL
Chapter 3: Coming home
He had left me again. I woke up, deposited in a new clearing where he had left me alone. Looking skyward, I saw the Sun had nearly made it to its peak. Obviously, the pompous ass hadn't even bothered to wake me up for the journey. Who knew how long we had traveled for before he seemingly dumbed me in the grass. I silently fumed at the thought of him throwing me over his shoulder.
At the growl of my stomach I looked to see no food prepared. I got up from the ground and stormed into the trees. I'd just go forage for something. Hopefully there was something edible in the area.
A couple of times my thoughts wandered and I found myself misplacing a foot. When I tripped over a root, I mentally chided myself for being so clutzy. Even on my own, I couldn't seem to take care of myself. I knocked my knee against a rough patch of rock and felt the skin break. There wasn't much blood, so wiping my dirty hands against my skirt, I continued forward.
As I walked through the forest looking for little morsels, I came to a small patch of bushes. When I saw the little flecks of red and indigo I began to rummage through the bushes, seeking the most succulent and ripe. When I tasted the sweetness of them on my tongue, my stomach growled as if to demand more. I hastily worked to satisfy my hunger.
As Kagome eagerly plucked berries from the bushes, a shadow of a figure neared. Scenting her blood on the air, the creature had worked its way to the small onna with complete stealth. It settled into the trees and for a short time, looked on as the onna happily bounced around the bushes, a smile on her face; the flip of her short and unrecognizable kimono stirring a blood lust within the demon.
The girl plucked at a stubborn berry and cut herself on a small, but sharp, branch. As the little trickle of blood tainted her ivory skin, the demon's lust peaked. Lunging at the girl, he heard her scream as his claws made contact with her midriff, ripping the fabric of her odd clothes and leaving long gashes on her skin.
As the little onna kicked at him, the demon lost his hold. The onna ran off as quick as she could, her breathing heavy as one of her hands clutched to her side. The chase was on.
"I'm coming for you, onna. Let me have a little piece of you." His voice rasped heavily and as she ran, a chill ran down her spine. He felt her fear in the air and inhaled. He smelt the slight scent of another demon on her, but he cared not. His blood boiling, he did not let his physical lust for the girl get in his way. He grunted as he came closer and closer. When he was finally within range, he pounced again.
I was screaming and running. I didn't know where he had come from or how I had missed his demonic aura, but I couldn't think on that now. My side was aching and throbbing from the pain as I stumbled. Reaching up, my bloodied hand touched a tree in an effort to propel myself forward. I dared not look behind me.
Just keep running. Sesshomaru will find us. Just keep running.
I felt a stitch in my side as I ran and I started to feel light headed. I must be losing to much blood. But I had to keep going.
I felt the sudden lick of claws against my back, my body falling forward as I screamed in pain. I felt the faint whisper of my clothes as they fell apart around me. There was a grip on my ankles that yanked me closer to the demon, he grabbed my thrashing arms as he flipped me over to face him. I felt his hot breath on me and the smell of rotted flesh on his breath made me nauseated. I screamed louder as he began pushing my legs apart.
"What do you taste like, hm? I bet your delicious, but first I will have you."
"No!" I struggled harder despite the pain flaring across my back and torso. I felt myself falling, falling into darkness as the pain became too much. I let out a final scream "Sesshomaru!"
I had gone to collect my tachi after having found a suitable place to lay my new mate. The thought of it was ridiculous. Somehow the onna had awakened the youkai within me and had only served to feed his hunger. His possessiveness of the girl was irritating and I did not yet understand why the compulsion to mark her had been so strong.
She is ours.
Ours? My mind questioned it. The thought of her as anything more than my brothers miko was impossible to overcome. And yet, his lack of interest in the onna seemed obvious to me now. Why had he not marked her? Why had he not claimed her before something like this could have happened?
She was not to be his. His youkai did not claim her, but another. She is meant for more. She is meant for us.
I growled at the constant nattering of my youkai. I worked to suppress him in my mind. It gave me a moment to confirm Ah-un's presence behind me with my ward and servant. My senses ignored their voices as they fought, reaching out to feel the area. There was no immediate danger and we were getting closer to the miko.
I felt a sharp intrusion of fear and pain in my mind.
The mark. Mate is in trouble.
I smelt her blood before I heard the first of her screams. I raised a hand to Ah-un, who responded by stopping mid-air before I quickly dashed off. I could smell her blood on the trees and on the ground. I could feel the yoki of a lesser demon as its blood lust overwhelmed its mind.
MINE! Kill. Kill. Kill.
I felt my eyes turning red as I began to lose to my youkai. His instincts to protect and claim the onna taking precedence over all else.
When I saw the miko passed out beneath the demon, bleeding, I broke. Lashing out, I killed the demon with a quick slash of my claws. The feel of his blood on them did little to cool my anger. In an animal rage, I tore the demon apart until nothing was left.
The soft moan of pain from the onna, had me snapping back to reality. The red bleeding from my eyes as I moved to her side. I bent down on all fours, and ran my nose along her body, scenting her. Her wounds were deep, but her organs were intact. There seemed to be no poison, but she had lost a lot of blood.
Tearing away what was left of her clothes, I began licking at the wounds across her torso. I felt her flesh tingle beneath my tongue and despite the smell of her pain, I enjoyed the taste of her skin. I continued to lap at her injuries as the skin knit itself back together beneath me.
When I was satisfied her wound was healed, I slowly and tenderly shifted her body to heal the wounds on her back. I felt her body stir beneath me, but I held her still and completed the task. The softness of her skin was delectable and I had to stop myself from continuing the drag of my tongue against her flesh needlessly.
I set her down softly on the earth and brushed her hair from her face as she slept. The scent of her pain and fear was heavy on the air. I nuzzled her neck softly before licking at my mark on her neck. I felt her body shudder and relax.
I let my moko-moko slide from my shoulder to hug her snugly. My connection with my extension let me feel the rise and fall of her chest against the soft fur and I was content.
Gathering her up, I gathered my yoki beneath me to meet back up with the rest of my tachi. Seeing me come closer my ward bounced in excitement before her eyes fell on the woman in my arms.
"Lord Sesshomaru, what happened to Kagome?" the sour smell of her worry worked its way to my nose.
"Worry not Rin, this Sesshomaru has seen to her care." The little girl nodded at me before her worry started to ebb away. "Let us go."
"With the girl, my lord? Let this lowly one take her for you. We can make room for her-" Jaken shrinked away as the sound of my youkai growling deeply. I clutched her tighter to my chest as I sent him a narrowed look.
"Jaken, Sesshomaru-sama wants to hold her. Let's play a game! Come on, Jaken! Play the word game with me!" Rin said excitedly.
"You stupid girl!" the sound of their conversation once again fell to the background as we sped away making for the shiro. Something nagged at me in the back of my mind, an emotion I did not recognize.
We should not have left her.
I ignored the comment. He seemed to be becoming more and more verbal as of late. My mind focused on the feel of the girl beneath the sensitive muscles of my moko-moko. The scent of hers mingled with my own gave me peace, but the feel of her soft skin made me lustful.
Ours.
This time I could not doubt the thought. Something about this onna called to me and I knew I could not ignore my desire to keep her.
I woke up to the soft feel of fur against my face. I nuzzled it, burying my face to smell the scent of thunder. When I felt the soft fur squeeze around me tenderly I bolted upright.
I saw Sesshomaru's pelt around me. My fingers stroked it and I watched as it twitched beneath my fingers. Fascinated, I stroked slower, longer, harder. A shiver ran through the entire appendage and I wondered what it was. I buried my face into its soft fur again, loving the feel of it against me.
A low and lusty growl woke me from my reverie. I looked up to see Sesshomaru standing a few feet away, his hands clenched into fists at his side. I tore my face away from the pelt, my hands sliding away as it twitched around me. I felt its warmth and a small ball of pleasure in the pit of my stomach as it slid down my body. I relaxed against the bed, the final length of the pelt sliding down my legs, the fur tickling my inner thighs. I wanted to grasp it to me and hold it closer to my body.
I watched as the pelt made it's way back to Sesshomaru's shoulder, his hands unclenching as it did so.
"What is that?" I had wanted to ask it seriously, but I heard it leave my mouth with a soft moan and giggle. I couldn't help but think of all the dirty things it could be used for.
As she had slept she had clung to my moko-moko tightly. Even after arriving in the shiro and having placed her on my bed, I could not remove it from her grasp without fear of waking her. I had suffered the torture of her sensual movements and touches as she slept.
At one point she had wrapped a leg around the moko-moko, pushing it up closer to her core. The heat of her as she stroked the fur had nearly driven me insane. I could feel my desire growing, feeling the twitch of desire in my cock as I watched her sleep. I had clenched my fists to feel the bite of my claws against skin. I had hoped the pain would take my mind from her, but as I watched her nuzzle the fur my youkai had felt proud.
Look at how she scent marks us. Look at how she can not sleep without us. She is ours.
The thought had irritated me simply for its incessant repetition within my mind. When I felt her stir beneath my extension, I had hoped for an end to this shameful torture. Instead, her waking had only encouraged her further.
I pleasurable stroke down the fur made me hungry for her warmth and I growled in the pit of my chest. I was both disappointed and relieved when she released the moko-moko. I called to it, dragging out its return to my shoulder by attempting to torture her with the same pleasure she had ignited within me. I was careful to touch that warmth between her legs and tickle her inner thigh. I watched her body tense and then relax, the scent of her arousal spiced the air before she asked.
"It is my moko-moko. It is an extension of my body." I watched as the realization struck her dumb, a blush flushing her cheeks at the implications. I could feel her embarrassment and confusion penetrating my mind. I wanted to be rid of this connection. Dealing with the onna's emotions was more taxing than putting up with my youkai's possessiveness.
How embarrassing! I assumed he must have felt my touches on the moko-moko and I wondered if it had brought him pleasure. Had I been teasing him? Is that why he was tense?
I finally noticed my surroundings. I laid against a soft futon with blankets and furs of greys and browns spread beneath me. The colors were warm and rich. The rest of the room was sparsely decorated, but I loved the natural wood furniture and the soft touch of leather on the cushions near the fire place.
After briefly looking around, my eyes met his molten gold gaze. His eyes seemed to be searing into my skin. It was then that I noticed my nakedness. I reached to grasp the closest fur, dragging it across my body to hide myself. As I did so, I noticed the scars across my torso.
That's right! I was attacked. I don't remember him showing up. Had I fainted before he got there?
"I found you passed out and bleeding as demon tried to take your body. I killed him. Your wounds are healed. You have no serious injuries. You slept for two days as we came back to my shiro." As if sensing my questions, he was quick to answer them. I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved or frightened that he could read me so easily.
"Two days?" I blinked at the thought. It had been nearly five days since I had last seen Sango, Miroku, and Shippo. My heart ached at the thought of their worry. I wonder how Sango and Miroku had handled Shippo?
I felt the tears welling up and I didn't want to give into sadness.
I felt her sadness resonate through me. What was it now? Was there no end to her emotional waves?
She misses her friends.
'hn.' I responded casually. 'Her friends will move on, so must she.'
She has a pup.
The thought of the kitsune came to mind. I quickly brushed off the thought and looked back at her, tears welling in her eyes.
"How could you leave me?" she whispered angrily. A flash of quick hot anger burned through me. 'Has she no control?' I thought.
"This Sesshomaru did not leave you."
"Yo-You left me in the clearing! All alone and hungry!" the tears broke and spilled down her cheeks. The scent of their salty sweetness causing my youkai to whimper. He wanted to sooth her.
"This Sesshomaru had business to attend to. A barrier was erected around the clearing. You had to have left the clearing for the demon to have gotten you."
"Why? Why couldn't you take me with you?" she was curious onna. Her body seemed to shake with anger. Her response seemed irrational. I tilted my head, watching her.
"Onna, what is done, is done."
"KAGOME! My name is Kagome! Ka-go-me." Her eyes looked into mine. A fire had been lit beneath the surface. I watched as she hastily stood up from the futon. She seemed to be looking for something. She spotted the rock on a table near the bed. It was one that Rin had given to me on an excursion. She had found it unique. I had kept it to satisfy the child's desires. I watched now as the onna walked to collect it and turned, raising her arm as if to throw it.
I picked up the odd rock, still clutching at the furs around me. I turned to throw it at him in anger, but as I raised my arm I felt his body close in around me, his hand holding my wrist.
"Let me go." I said, struggling to pull my arm from him. He did not relent, so I beat his chest with my other hand, pushing against him roughly. He did not move. I didn't know why I was so angry all of a sudden, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to lash out at him.
Am I ever going to see them again? What about my family?
He didn't seem to mind me beating against his chest, but a hand came up slowly to grab my chin. He turned my face to his strongly. I could feel the heat of his stare and I felt it feeding my rage, but he surprised me by rubbing a thumb along my jaw. My mouth opened to gasp in shock. His mouth swept down to take my lips in a heated kiss and I felt the fight go out of me. I pounded against him a final time before I dropped the fur and wrapped myself around him.
Realizing I was still angry, I bit on his lip roughly. The soft purr in his chest told me I had only further fed his passions. He hungrily fed on my mouth, his hand coming down my neck and around to my lower back. I felt his hand slide down to my ass, pushing my hips against him. I felt his cock against me and I shivered in anticipation.
He pulled my hand down, squeezing my wrist enough for me to drop the rock, before leaving my hand on his shoulder. He brought his second hand to my hip trailing his fingers across me to trace the scars across my torso.
As his tongue continued to dominate my mouth, I sucked in his lower lip one more time, biting it hard enough to draw blood. He pulled away from my lips, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shoved me to the futon. I fell onto it with little grace, his eyes bleeding red again. I crawled awkwardly backwards to put space between us. I watched as he crouched onto the futon, stalking my movements. I felt a hand shoot out and grab my ankle. A quick memory of the brawl in the forest shot across my mind and I struggled against his hold.
I felt my body slide across the futon as he pulled me beneath him, his hands attacking my flesh in greedy desire. My hands came up to grasp the sides of his face. I stroked the markings on his face lightly and felt him pause. Hi eyes met mine, and I saw a glimmer of him under the surface. I reached up and tenderly kissed him.
The pain in my bottom lip from her amorous bites was non existent, but the smell of my blood on her lips overwhelmed me. So she wanted it rough? I could give her that.
Take what's mine.
I enjoyed the way she pulled away after being thrown to futon. She wanted to start a game of chase? I would win.
Take.
My hand reached out for her ankle. It was soft and delicate beneath my hand. I tugged, dragging her beneath me before she grasped my face between her hands. I loved the feel of her soft hands. When she stroked the markings on my face, my youkai purred in pleasure. The tender kiss on my lips made me pause.
'Maybe not too rough.' I thought.
My hands were on her hips, making circles on her flesh before one went up and one came down. I grasped her right breast with my hands and slowly stroked it. I trailed the fingers of my other hand down her sides and to her core. Already I could feel the sweet wetness coming from her delicate pink lips. My chest rumbled in pleasure as I sunk my fingers with her warmth. I pulled my face away from her lips and nuzzled her neck as I played with her clit.
The sharp spice of her arousal made my mouth water. I quickly closed my lips around a nipple, as if to feed the hunger. I pulled and nipped and sucked at her flesh, all the while my fingers stretching the walls of her pussy and slickening her lips. I let my moko-moko fall from my shoulders as it curled around her leg, inching its way north.
I heard her gasp and moan at the feel of the moko-moko around her leg. The muscles of my appendage squeezing her lightly, as if pulsing. It fed her pleasure, her hands coming down to stroke it softly. I felt the shiver run down my spine as she did so and I growled.
The tension was building in her body and I could feel her vaginal walls spasming uncontrollably with the sudden release of her orgasm. Her soft scream of pleasure made me grin against her breast. I slowly trailed my lips south, dragging my tongue across her stomach to dip into her belly button. Her hands tried to grasp my hair, working to pull me up. I grasped her hands with my own and held them tightly to her sides. I continued south.
When I reached the mound of curls around her entrance I inhaled heavily. I brushed the curls with my nose, rubbing my cheek against it to scent mark her. I trailed a tongue across her weeping lips and groaned in pleasure at the taste of her. Sweet vanilla with a hint of clove spice. I inhaled again and drowned in her scent.
I wrapped my arms underneath her legs, pushing her hips upward, her legs bending over my shoulders. I reached a hand around to rest against her lower stomach, and another rolled her clit. I could feel the quiver of her muscles beneath my hand and I delved her caverns more eagerly with my tongue. Gods how she tasted so good!
My body was overwhelmed with pleasure. The feel of his rough tongue pushing in and out of my vagina was intoxicating. I loved the feel of that muscle dragging against my nether lips and I felt my toes curl as he sucked deliciously on my clit. I tried to buck my hips, begging him to go faster, deeper, anything, but the pressure of his hand against my stomach held me still.
My hands clutched at the futon beneath me as my muscles began to spasm. The feel of his moko-moko throbbing against my leg only heightened the sensations.
I felt my climax coming closer and closer. I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure with every stroke and every thrust. I wanted to be embarrassed by my moaning and grunting, but the feel of his mouth against me erased all embarrassment and replaced it with pleasure. I moaned louder.
The taste of her climax on my tongue made me growl with satifcation. I loved the feel of her in my mouth as she quivered and spasmed uncontrollably. I lapped at her sweet juices hungrily. I would never get enough of her.
I pulled my face away from between her legs, calling my moko-moko to take my place. I watched as it inched closer and made contact with her core. I could feel the warmth of her through the extension and I watched as her eyes opened in surprise as it rubbed hungrily against her.
I had the sadistic thought of just leaving her there all night to moan and cry out in pleasure from just the touch of my moko-moko against her. I sat up on my knees as I watched her face contort in pleasure from the sensation. As beautiful as it would be to just sit and watch her cum and cum and cum…
Take.
I growled once more in agreement and kissed her breasts before settling on our mark. I licked it and felt a wave of her pleasure wash through me. I felt the torturous pleasure of my moko-moko against her from her own perspective and I purred. It was so odd to have this connection with her. Her waves of pleasure beat against my mind like a tidal wave and I could only suckle her neck as I felt her climax as my own.
When her climax began to ebb, I pushed the moko-moko away hastily, unable to wait any longer. The painful alertness of my cock in my pants was beginning to become distracting. I listened to her heavy breathing, looked over her sweat covered body as I pulled my hakamas off roughly. I climbed back over her and felt her hands grasp my hips. Her fingers bit into my flesh as if to tell me she couldn't wait. Her eyes met mine and I could see her frustration as much as I felt it.
I pushed his hips angrily, flipping us over so that I sat on top. I leaned down to his neck and kissed that tender spot. I felt the connection between us. It was so new and it took me by surprise when I realized the pleasure I felt growing in my chest was not my own, but his.
I let my hands trail down his chest as he watched me. He seemed to want to fight my dominance over him, but I gave him a stern look. Despite the emotionless look on his face, I could see the humor in his eyes as I brought my own kisses down his stomach. I twisted my fingers around his cock as I worked my way south. I kissed the tip of him before taking him completely in my mouth. I heard the sharp hiss of his breath as I did so.
I was slow in torturing him. I sucked him, dipping and bobbing my head to stroke his member with the walls of my mouth and throat. I lightly stroked his balls as I went, the softness of his skin was intoxicating.
I felt my gag reflex as I took him in completely, the throb of my throat against his dick made him growl. I felt his hands wrap themselves in my ebony tresses. I continued to suck him, lavishing his tip with small licks and kisses as I went.
I looked at him during the final strokes, feeling his climax coming. I saw his eyes were closed, his mouth slightly agape. As I felt his body tensing, I pulled my head away from his cock. His hands clenched in my hair as his eyes open, the red in his eyes speaking to his lust.
"Continue" he barked harshly. I shook my head, and grabbed his wrists making him release my hair. I put his hands on my hips as I crawled back up. I pushed my hand against his chest as he made to raise himself up. I could feel his need in the back of my mind and I smiled before settling myself over him.
I sheathed him in my slick warmth, pushing myself down over him. I tossed my hair back, and watched again as his eyes closed from pleasure. He grasped my hips tightly and began eagerly moving my hips. I bounced with his hands, feeling him come in and out, my walls tightening around him. I felt the bounce of my breasts as he picked up the pace, his hips arching to meet me. I laid my hands against his abdomen, watching as his eyes opened to enjoy the view.
I felt him cum within me, coating my womb with his hot seed. I felt my walls tightening with release, as if to drink him up. As I climaxed, I felt my body go limp as I fell to his chest. I brought my hands up to draw circles around his nipples as I just enjoyed the feel of him within me.
I sighed, content, and fell asleep with thoughts of our pleasure guiding me to sweet dreams.
Don't forget to R&R! Hope everyone enjoyed the lemony goodness. I realized I strayed quite a bit from the original version of this fic. I wanted to take it in a new direction.
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