The hallways of the huge, stone castle were empty, a few torches flickering light as the sun slid down behind the darkening sky and distant mountains. It was another average day, the passing slow as usual. As shadows played along the stone walls and carpeted floors, a figure came into sight at the end of the hallway. It was blurry at first, but definitely all white. As the figure walked down the hall more, its outline came into view and features too. This obvious male had long, gleaming white hair that brushed the back of his knees, and very gorgeous face with slightly pointed ears, merciless eyes and two magenta stripes going across each of his cheeks.
This man, well, demon, was Lord Sesshomaru. He was known for his brutality, and cold stone, emotionless expressions as he slaughtered any who got in his way. His human counterpart, Rin, was tucked away in her bed on a separate floor next to his sleeping chamber with Jashin looking after her. With his eyes open, and senses on alert, Sesshomaru scouted his castle whenever he was here. The castle first, then the grounds. He was going to cast all things as clear until a splash of color was caught in his peripheral vision. There was yellow, green, red, violet, orange, blue and some other colors. It was like a tiny rainbow flew by his sight.
Sesshomaru's nose flared with an unfamiliar scent that most likely drifted from these mysterious colors. The scent was unusual. It was of a shifter, but not an ordinary one. In seconds, Sesshomaru was chasing after the scent trail, his form nothing but a blur. Barely even that. He looked here and there for hours, finding nothing, and came to a stop at the kitchen. The scent was everywhere, and he wasted precious time finding nothing. His breath came in long pants, slightly exhausted.
Sesshomaru eyed the surrounding area, catching nothing in his sight, his nose overwhelmed with the scent, but nothing around. He decided to enter the confines of his kitchen, taking a meticulous look over on everything with his golden eyes. Still, nothing jumped out at him, except a small, pink cupcake with rainbow colored sprinkles on it. He cocked an eyebrow at it, wondering if one of his maidens had made it for themselves, or for him. The scent was stronger in here, and seemed to come from this mysterious cupcake, but he smelled no magic or poison wafting from the decadent desert.
The dog demon lord stepped to the pastry and eyed it like an enemy on the battlefield, raising one of his clawed hands. He poked it for precautions and lowered his face to the desert, sniffing it a few times. The scent was definitely coming from this sugary snack. He scrutinized it with narrowed eyes and decided to lift it up, and licking the top with a long, slow stroke of his tongue. It didn't taste like a pastry. In fact, it tasted like hair and when Sesshomaru looked down; his hand was on the throat of a lean woman who probably wasn't over the age of nineteen. Her hair was rainbow colored, like the sprinkles on the cupcake he thought he had licked, and like the blur of colors from hours earlier.
Sesshomaru lifted his upper lip and let out a menacing growl, his voice deep, and animal like.
"Who are you cretin, and why are you in my territory?" The girl grinned up at him with twinkling eyes, her form dressed in yellow cleats, baggy yellow jeans, and a black tube top with yellow stripes. She looked like a bumblebee for Christ's sakes.
"I'm Kylarra." The girl finally said, still grinning happily, with light filled eyes.
Sesshomaru released the girl's throat and stepped back, rolling her name through his mind. He did not know a Kylarra. Actually, why would he? She was definitely an unusual being, seemingly harmless. She just looked normal, with her abnormal scent. Before he could speak though, to question her further, she decided to.
"I'm here because I'm a fan girl of yours." Kylarra purred happily, letting out a maniacal laugh.
Sesshomaru stared down at the girl who was shorter than him. She had to be maybe 5, 3 or shorter. He cocked an eyebrow like earlier at her, unfamiliar with the term 'fan girl'.
"And what, per say, is a fan girl?" Sesshomaru queried. "And how does that have you being in my domain?"
"Weeeeellllllll. . ." Kylarra drew out the word and rushed in, "It's basically a stalker that is absolutely obsessed with some, such as a star, or demon in your case, and so I'm kind of, maybe, perhaps stalking you as well. Oh, and by the way, you're out of milk." All in one breathe too. Kylarra beamed a genuine smile up at Sesshomaru like she said nothing disturbing at all. Sesshomaru sighed at the girl, never having a fan girl before, and agitated with what one was, completely ignoring that what she said about the milk.
"I suppose I'm happy to have a fan girl, Ms. Kylarra, but you must leave. I have no time for humans." Sesshomaru said in a clipped voice.
"But, I love you!" Kylarra feigned in a child-like voice all set with puppy dog eyes and a full, pouting lip. And to put emphasis in the fact that she did, but in a creepy, rapist obsessed way, Kylarra pressed herself provocatively up against Sesshomaru, her chest rubbing against his lower stomach with his tall stature. Sesshomaru let a small growl trickle out of his mouth. Half in annoyance, but half in curiosity, wondering why this female wanted him so badly. But mostly his body as it appeared.
"What will it take for you to leave the grounds of my land you shifter?" Sesshomaru said, another growl following his words.
"Truthfully? I just want to fuck you." Kylarra said bluntly, a smile plastered on her face, innocence playing in her eyes.
Sesshomaru was stunned by her response, but only momentarily. He contemplated her words, taking them into extreme consideration. The maidens around here were used so often, and he did want a taste for something new. Besides, he's never had a shifter before and with that, he lifted Kylarra up like it was nothing and set her roughly on the table she was on before, but as a cupcake. She let out a quick gasp of surprise, not actually believing that this was going down. Kylarra smiled devilishly, yanked Sesshomaru forward by the collar of his shirt.
She tore away that fluffy thing (sorry), first, since it was in the way, and then fiercely planted her lips on his. If Sesshomaru didn't open his mouth, the roughness of the kiss would slice his inner lips on his canines. Sesshomaru smirked, and wrapped his arms around Kylarra tightly, opening his mouth, but his tongue shot into hers so fast, that he instantly took control before a Battle of the Tongues started.
Sesshomaru slipped his hands underneath Kylarra and groped her ass. She moaned into his mouth, shivering from the touch. He growled into Kylarra's lips as she slid her hands under his creamy white tunic, fingering his hidden abs. Sesshomaru roamed her sides with his hands after releasing his hold on her ass cheeks, savoring her curves. He relinquished her mouth from his, grinning evilly down at Kylarra. His grin held everything from lust to rapist, serial killer BMS.
He slid a clawed hand through the girl's hair, and in a blink of an eye, flipped her over, placing her in a bent over position. Her rounded ass fit the curve of his hips perfectly. Now, all he had to do was strip Kylarra and his self, then relieving himself will be a snitch. Sesshomaru glided his claws over Kylarra's back, earning a shiver as her reaction, with a soft moan of anticipation. He sliced a line up the bumblebee imitation shirt she wore, tearing it off with ease, and then just ripped the jean fabric from her lower self.
"God, just do me already!" Kylarra moaned out as Sesshomaru nipped her neck roughly.
Sesshomaru unloosed the sash that ran around his waist and then his shoulder, his tunic and pants falling to the floor. He was now bare, his pale, delicious nudeness for all to see. Three magenta lines decorated his ribs and two for each hip just like on his prominent, sharply shaped cheeks.
Then, with a deep chuckle that ran up her spine, Sesshomaru obliged her wishes, her undergarments tossed away in shredded pieces within seconds. Kylarra was left with just those atrocious, yellow cleats he didn't find fashionable at all. He grazed Kylarra's body again with his nails, taking her form in one last time before clutching her hips tightly to hold her in place. Sesshomaru's eyes glinted with lust as he plunged into Kylarra's moist center. (Happy? XD) she was already tight, becoming tighter with each stroke he gave her insides.
His member was long, thick and rigid as he pounded away at Kylarra's rear end. Her moans came one after another, nails digging into the table she was bent over. They curved crescents into the wooden table as Sesshomaru's thrusts deepened and fastened. His nails dug into her hips, drawing a few drops of blood, his head thrown back in ecstasy, back arched. Kylarra's eyes rolled into her head as her first orgasm washed over her, putting her body in a rack of blissful jerks, her voice high as she screamed Sesshomaru's name.
Sesshomaru grinned at the girl he rode roughly, her tightness and screams bringing him out of his daze to see her squirming with the afterglow. He made it last as he continued to enter her. Kylarra was certain she'd faint from pleasure till another orgasm hit her, brought upon her still twitching body from the last with a direct hit to her cervix wall. Sesshomaru chuckled at how easy it was to bring humans, or half breeds as Kylarra was being a shifter and all. Kylarra's voice was getting horse from her screaming orgasms, the table beneath her taking a hell of a clawing for the sake of pleasure.
Sesshomaru's tongue lolled out of his mouth as his thrusts became frantic with the erratic twitching and throbbing of his member. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh with his ball sacks upon Kylarra's ass cheeks were shortly spaced, his claws digging ever more into the flesh of her hips. Blood circles his claws and lithe fingers as they dug even deeper with Sesshomaru's hectic swivels of his hips. With one last thrust, he buried himself deeply into Kylarra's warmth, one hand dug into her hips, and the other now yanking Kylarra's hair back in a fistful, his teeth sunk into her neck like a marking of sorts.
A growl escaped his lips as his teeth settled into Kylarra's neck, summoning blood instantly with his sharp canines as his hot seed exploded from his shaft into the depths of her pulsing warmth. Yet another orgasm hit Kylarra, her voice to dry and horse to speak anything but a wheezing moan. After this, shed need a gallon, possibly two or three of water, sore throat spray, and ace wrap for her multiple wounds. Sesshomaru released the lump of flesh in his mouth, his full lips stained with a smear of blood. He also released the fistful of hair that he had clasped in his grip with the hold of the shifter's hip.
She'd need a quick cleanup and some bandages, but Kylarra will be just fine. But, of course, that would be after her body stopped twitching spastically with pleasure, and her eyes rolled back out of the black space of her head into view that had color other than red veined whiteness. Sesshomaru unsheathed his member of her dripping wet center, Kylarra's body jerking with the final stroke, quite possibly sending another orgasm through her body.
Kylarra's eyes resurfaced her look dazed and clouded over with the afterglow still affecting her. Sesshomaru smirked and clothed himself quickly. His sash was in place, tunic tucked in place, and the white, cloud fluffy thing crossing his shoulder once more. He exited the room to get a maid or servant of some kind to help Kylarra get bandaged up, but when he returned, she was all better. And, as in better, Kylarra was clothed, the wounds neatly bandaged, hair tied in a tight pony tail. She was also talking. To a vase as it seemed.
With a flick of his wrist and a small, estranged sigh, Sesshomaru dismissed the servant he brought with him and wondered why Kylarra was conversing with a piece of glass decoration.
"Uh-huh. I see Mr. Stripes." Kylarra spoke to the stripped vase of orange and white.
"So, I'm glad you wife and kid are doing fabulous." She continued. "How's work though?" Kylarra smiled. "Oh, that's great. I've always wanted to be a trucker ya know. Driving around, crossing the country and stuff. You must be here to visit the family then…. Oh. So I was right." Kylarra, oblivious to Sesshomaru that gawked at her in disbelief, somehow still staring at her as she talked to an immobile, inanimate object. "Well, I got to go now. Oh so sexy Sesshy and my best friend, the green dotted, pink dinosaur must be worried about me. See you." Kylarra laughed and turned around only to see Sesshomaru staring wide eyed at her.
"What? I can't talk to friends. Geezer man." Kylarra huffed.
"Not if they're in animated, and decoration to my house." Sesshomaru said in a monotone voice, his composure rebuilt in seconds. "And please, never do call me "Sesshy" again. That is not my name, and I will not be insulted by insignificant, trivial pet names be someone beneath me." Sesshomaru snorted at Kylarra.
"Oh damn right I was beneath you." Kylarra waggled her eyebrows at the Dog Demon Lord of the West Plains. He just sighed and bowed his head in disbelief at how perverted and horny one half breed could be. Then again, Kylarra could be in heat, which could explain her unfamiliar scent that was everywhere.
"But, anyways. You got what you came for, as did I." Sesshomaru spoke blandly to the shifter before him.
"Oh yeah. I came alright. Plenty of times." Kylarra grinned.
Sesshomaru sighed, shaking his head. "You are the weirdest female I have ever met."
"Of course I am. I'm unique. Any who, I'll see you next week Sesshy." Kylarra said, winking at the Demon Lord, blowing a kiss his way before disappearing in a rainbow colored blur.
Sesshomaru blinked at the dissipating blur of colors and grunted. He might enjoy next week, but with this strange girl's behavior, maybe not.
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