Yay, I love this chapter… why? Because it involves a little seduction, courtesy of… KAGOME! Who'd have thought? Our innocent little miko heats things up with her sexy Lord as the celebration becomes a bit more interesting.
We also have a little bit of competition for Sesshomaru-sama… how will Kagome handle it?
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN INUYASHA!
Dance of Seduction
Smiling as Yumi snuggled into bed next to Shippou; Kagome tucked the pair in and kissed them both goodnight. Apparently, the little demoness refused to go to sleep unless she was with the kit. It was adorable really.
Brushing aside Shippou's bangs, she whispered, "You two get some rest, alright?"
"Promise you'll wake us up in the morning?" Shippou inquired drowsily.
"I promise," Kagome murmured.
"Goodnight, mommy," Yumi managed to get out around a gigantic yawn.
"Goodnight, my angels," she whispered as she slunk out the door. Sighing as the heavy wooden door slid shut with a hushed 'click', Kagome padded down the hall toward the ballroom.
At the moment, her mind was fixated on the fact that she was apparently public enemy number one. Her being with Sesshomaru seemed to upset quiet a few people… well… women. It was silly, considered most of which were mated.
What did they have against her? She wasn't arrogant or licentious, she wasn't a mean person. Perhaps it was simply the fact that Sesshomaru had been stolen away from them by a human? She supposed it was more than likely the latter, considering most demons seemed rather racist. They were all such chauvinistic pigs, the lot of them. Even her demon lover could be unfair at times when it came to dealing with ningens. He had improved, she would admit, but the odd time he would still make a shrew remark about how weak humans were, or something of the sort.
She shook her head. In time they would learn the hard way. Then again, she supposed that humans were just as bad, attacking a youkai whenever they had the chance, even if the demon in question had done nothing wrong.
The beings of this time certainly were narrow-minded.
Slipping back into the ballroom, Kagome scurried noiselessly down the stairs. It took her a few moments to spot Sesshomaru, since the guests were no longer in their designated seats, but up and mingling. Spying a flash of silver hair, she weaved through the crowd toward her target, failing to see the group of youkai females that were approaching her.
Jerking to a halt when something snagged her collar, Kagome looked over her shoulder to find a tall, beautiful, blue haired demoness glaring down at her. "Is something the matter?" she asked in a pleasant voice.
"Oh nothing is the matter, dear," the aqua haired demoness replied in a bland tone, "I was simply wondering how you do it?"
"How I do what?" Kagome inquired suspiciously, not liking the malicious gleam in this woman's eyes.
Batting her long, thick lashes, the young demoness flicked her hair over her shoulder and clarified, "How you manage to go on living with him, knowing that you're only a notch in his post."
"A notch in his post?" Kagome replied, a slight amount of venom lacing her otherwise calm tone.
"Well yes," the she devil continued, one feminine clawed hand coming up to cup the miko's chin. "You're such a pretty little thing… even for a human. It's a shame you're going to waste your life."
Getting tired of this woman's beating around the bush, she remarked succinctly, "What are you trying to say, exactly?"
"You are only a human," the green eyed female went on, inspecting her nails as she spoke. "Sixty or so years will come and go and you will die. What do you think Sesshomaru will do? He will still be young by demon standards… and chances are he will find someone else to fill your position as his mate. I was just wondering how you can stay by him knowing that, in the end, you're just going to get replaced."
Scowling, Kagome bit out, "I see what you're trying to do. I'm not so foolish as to fall into your little trap. Why don't you leave Sesshomaru and I alone? We love one another and that's all that matters."
When she turned to walk away, the taller woman grabbed her by the shoulder and hissed, "Don't you see? You're just his toy. Soon enough you'll wear out and break and he'll find something newer, something better."
She released the miko's shoulder then, cruel smirk overtaking her ruby lips. "Then again, I suppose I shouldn't be getting upset about this. Maybe by the time you die he'll have come to his senses and settle down with a real woman… like me."
Kagome hissed angrily at the vindictive woman, wanting more than anything to rake her finely filed nails across the witch's face. Taking a deep breath, she straightened herself, chin held high. Not wanting to cause a scene, she responded, "If Sesshomaru were to 'come to his sense' as you so put it, I doubt he would consider you the definition of a 'real woman'. Perhaps if you grow up in time you might have a chance, otherwise you're nothing more than a jealous little girl."
A banshee like shriek filled the air as the furious demon female swiped at the beautiful priestess, claws scoring the young woman's cheek.
Gasping as she was knocked back a ways, Kagome pressed her hand to her throbbing face, hissing when a painful sting rocked her skull. Feeling something wet on her fingertips, she pulled her hand away to examine her digits, eyes widening in shock as she noted the deep red liquid dribbling into her palm.
Grinning as she admired her handy work, the tall demon female chided, "Perhaps that will teach you not to speak out of place, filth. Be respectful to your betters."
Before Kagome had a chance to lash out, a low, warning growl was issued. Turning to look over her shoulder, she found Sesshomaru standing directly behind her, honey colored orbs blazing with fury. He gazed at her quickly, pinning her with a look that told her to leave things to him.
Stepping around the bleeding miko, Sesshomaru glared coldly down his nose at the aqua haired wench. She was visibly shaking, high, nasally whines passing through her lips.
"My Lord," she beseeched, voice wavering as she cowered before him. "I did not mean to cause such a ruckus. I was simply teaching his lowly trollop to respect her betters."
Fangs elongated, veins of red seeping into his eyes, the western Lord gnashed his teeth at the infuriating woman, silencing her in an instant. "Respecting ones better," he mused venomously, "That is a subject that you yourself seem to need counseling in. It seems, wench, that you do not know your own station. The Lady Kagome is to be the mate of this Sesshomaru; therefore it is you who should be respecting her. Now," he hissed, brandishing his poison claws, "if you so much as look at her in an improper manner ever again, you will pay the repercussions, and I promise you, they will not be pleasant."
Pointing toward the stairs, he barked, "Get out."
Turning his back on the sniveling little bitch, Sesshomaru spoke softly to the young priestess, "Come, koi"
Growling as the miko turned away from her, the green eyed demoness lunged at the little ningen woman, intent on taking her life.
Sensing the stubborn woman's aura spike, Kagome whirled around and extended her hand, fingertips glowing as a jolt of miko energy shot forth. Eyes shining a brilliant shade of pink as she ordered in an otherworldly manner, voice echoing, "Restrain your self, whelp!"
The demoness quaked in fear as she was suspended in mid air, the miko's energy paralyzing her. The slightest twinge of pain sparked behind her eyes, and she cringed as the glowing being stepped closer to her. Jade eyes widened as the four slashes she had left on the girl's cheek slowly knit back together.
The girl's aura began swelling to enormous proportions, larger and stronger than any human she had ever come across. The amount of power this child possessed surpassed her own by far, as well as that of the majority of youkai in the room.
"The measly amount of energy I am displaying now is nothing, a mere sliver of what my full potential is. Now, I believe you were asked to leave. Do so, or I will be forced to reveal to you the true nature of my power."
Holding back a smug smile as the jittery demoness fell to the ground with a 'thud', Kagome turned and padded silently up to Sesshomaru.
Springing up off the floor, the she demon raced frantically from the room, fear etched across her features.
Nodding in approval and pride, Sesshomaru placed his hand on the small of Kagome's back and leading her away from the crowd of gossiping youkai. He hated demon bitches, never able to keep their mouths shut.
Kagome, on the other hand, had done extremely well. Instead of lashing out when it was unnecessary, she had handled the situation as any true aristocrat would. She had demonstrated her strength without shedding blood. He was proud, and now everyone knew of the power and potential of his mate to be.
Hearing a soft, lyrical tune begin to play, Kagome sighed to herself and smiled. She had always loved music and dancing.
"Would you care to dance, love?" Sesshomaru whispered, lips skimming her ear.
Shivering at his unexpected but welcome touch, Kagome turned and nodded frantically, elated at the thought of getting to dance again. It had been years since she had danced with anyone.
Taking her by the hand, Sesshomaru led his mate to be out onto the dance floor, where several couples had already begun to sway to the music. Twirling her around in front of him, he placed his free hand on her waist and drew her near, golden orbs gazing fondly into her azure ones.
Lifting her arm, Kagome placed her hand on Sesshomaru's shoulder, smiling as he pulled her closer.
Picking up on the slow, lilting rhythm of the music, he began to sway, leading Kagome around the dance floor with effortless ease.
She was a little shocked, to say the least. She had never expected Sesshomaru to be one for dancing, but he was extremely talented. The way he carried her so elegantly around the room made her sigh in stupefied adoration. He was her silver knight, whisking her away into a magical world of dreams.
The tinsel haired inu cocked his head slightly, curious about the somewhat dazed look in his lover's eyes. She looked almost delirious. "Kagome," he questioned lightly, "are you alright?"
"You're incredible, you know that right?" she mumbled, a cute grin pulling at her lips.
Shaking his head at her, Sesshomaru released her hip and spun her outward, twirling her fluently back toward him and lowering her into a dip. The young miko, he noted, was rather light on her feet, and he wondered if she had ever taken lessons.
He, himself, refused to learn dance as a child, insisting that it was an inconsequential art. Also, it was Izaiyo, Inuyasha's mother, who had persisted he give it a try and offered him lessons. He had never wanted anything to do with the woman, and did whatever possible to stay away from her.
As he grew, he taught himself by watching other couples dance. Perhaps Kagome had taught herself as well? It mattered not, the subject was irrelevant. She was perfect, and it was not important how she came to be that way, only that she was here, with him now.
Resting her cheek against his broad chest, Kagome swayed back and forth with the music, humming to herself as her eyes drifted shut.
Smiling tenderly down at the miko, Sesshomaru kissed her on the head and led her off the dance floor. Lowering himself onto one of the many pillows that lay scattered around the room, he crossed his legs and pulled her down into his lap. Claws combing through her silky, raven lock, he purred softly to her, the quiet noise meant to sooth her.
Moaning languidly, Kagome cuddled into Sesshomaru's warmth, completely comfortable as he bathed her with affection.
When the slow music began to pick up, she looked quizzically over her shoulder at Sesshomaru, who was gazing down at her. The beat soon turned seductive, and he motioned for her to look out on the floor.
The men, it seemed, had all taken a seat around the dance floor, watching as women crowded the area and began to sway hypnotically to the rhythm.
A tap on her shoulder alerted her to the pretty, ginger haired demoness that was standing next to her. "What's going on, Keiko?" Kagome inquired.
Chuckling a little, the demoness answered, "It is a ritual amongst our kind. A female dances for her male of choice. Those who are mated will perform for their others, while those who are not attempt to gain the attention of the other they are seeking."
"Oh," Kagome murmured as she watched the females sway sexually to the music, a slight blush painting her features at some of the suggestive motions that were being made.
"Are you coming?" Keiko queried amusedly.
"What?" Kagome yelped loudly. Covering her mouth in embarrassment, she whispered, "You want me to dance like that?"
"Of course," Keiko responded, "I'm certain Sesshomaru would enjoy watching you." When the young miko blushed and made no move to partake, the chocolate eyed she demon sighed and commented, "Very well, but if you don't dance for Sesshomaru, the females will believe him available. And trust me, my dear; they won't have any problem dancing for him." She pointed meaningfully at a small group of women that were on the floor, eyeing her lover up.
Seeing Kagome instantly stiffen up and send a glare in their direction, the female demon gave herself a pat on the back and smiled slyly.
Growling, Kagome stood from her spot in Sesshomaru's lap and took Keiko's hand.
Tittering in elation, the auburn hair demoness tugged Kagome out into the crowd with her.
Clearing her throat in an uncomfortable manner, Kagome whispered to Keiko, who was already dancing, "What now?"
"Now you dance," the pretty demoness replied smartly, winking at the indignant miko.
"That doesn't help," Kagome muttered more to herself than anyone.
"Hey," an aggravated voice hissed.
Kagome turned to her left, finding a rather angry looking demoness standing next to her, rolling her body suggestively.
"If you aren't going to do anything, then get off the floor. You're taking up my space," the she demon growled.
Frowning, Kagome shot a dirty look at the wiggling female and took a deep breath. Listening intently to the music, she closed her eyes and lifted her hands in the air, hips swaying this way and that to the music.
The golden eyed taiyoukai groaned as his woman danced for him, watching with intrigue as her body twisted seductively. She kept doing this incredible thing with her breasts, where her ribcage would roll in a circular motion, pushing the taut, milky mounds out toward him before retreating once again. It was like she was teasing him, baiting him.
He did not even notice the surge of pain that twined up his leg as his claws sunk into the flesh of his knees, hands shaking as he licked his lips. Her hips were performing the exquisite rolling motion now, and he found himself unable to blink.
His member, by now, was hard and throbbing, yearning to plunge into the miko's tight little sheath and bang her until she collapsed.
Stomach and pelvis rolling forward, in a very evocative movement that she had seen many of the other females executing, Kagome opened her eyes, staring directly at Sesshomaru as she continued to dance. She did not fail to catch the slight widening of his eyes when she did so, and smirked sexily, biting her lower lip as she continued to roll her hips in his general direction.
Teeth clenching, Sesshomaru couldn't stop the mental image of Kagome from entering his mind. There she was, hot and naked, straddling him and riding his stiff arousal until he came. His jaw tensed reflexively, hips jerking forward on instinct. When all that met him was the bothersome material of his hakamma, he snapped out of his daze and focused in on Kagome.
Hands lowering to her neck, Kagome trailed her fingers over her collarbone and between her breasts, moving them lower still until they rested on the insides of her thighs.
Loud whistles and catcalls were issued from many of the soldiers, wild laughter and howling ensuing as they hollered, "Alright, Lord Sesshomaru!"
Normally, he would have sent each and every one of them a venomous glare for daring to look at what was his in such a way, but at the moment, he wasn't entirely certain of anything other than the fact that he wanted Kagome, and badly. It mattered not what the others thought of her, for it was he and he alone that would sample the little delicacy.
He had had her once before, and it was not something he had been able to forget. Though he thoroughly regretted treating her in such an improper manner, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed himself, as any male would have had they bedded the little vixen. He would simply have to make up for his mistakes the next time.
Not able to take any more of her torture, he rose and strolled purposefully onto the dance floor, grabbing Kagome's arm and pulling her flush against him.
The young miko in question was rather flushed herself. Dancing in such an evocative manner while having the man she loved eye her up was thrilling, and it had succeeded in making her hot and sticky in places that normally weren't sticky.
Lips crushing against hers in a fierce and dominating kiss, he moaned hungrily into the delicious cavern, ignoring the shouts of triumph from his men as he made love to Kagome's mouth.
Many men followed him example, marching out into the crowd and retrieving their women. Some left entirely, while others simply settled for fondling one another in a corner.
Kagome and Sesshomaru were one of the latter couples, though instead of moving to a more secluded location, they simply did so in the middle of the room. Large, claw tipped hand squeezing one of her pert breasts, Sesshomaru nibbled her bottom lip and suckled it into his mouth, his other hand cupping her firm rump and pressing her against his rock hard erection.
Mewling quietly as her lover continued to caress her, Kagome managed to mumble, "People are watching us."
Sighing to himself, he paused in his ministrations and asked languidly, "Does it matter?"
She lifted a brow at him and nodded once, taking a breath of relief when he led them off the floor once more. Instead of sitting, Sesshomaru escorted her out onto the balcony, wrapping his arms around her when the chilly evening air enveloped them.
Staring absentmindedly up into the sky, Kagome took her time to admire the stars. The myriad of sparkling lights that pebbled the sky twinkled mischievously, as though winking at the couple. The pale face of the moon was veiled with shadow, only a small sliver visible.
Kagome traced the smoothed edges of her necklace, lips forming a small smile as she gazed up at the crescent moon. Leaning back into Sesshomaru's embrace, she fiddled languorously with the thin silver chain.
Kissing his love softly on the cheek, the taiyoukai uttered delicately, "Kagome, my gem, you mean the world to me. If ever you are in need of something, ask it of me, and I will acquire it for you."
Smiling, Kagome whispered back to him, "I couldn't ask for anymore than what I have right now. A life with you is all I'll ever need." A small pause followed, until Kagome sniggered quietly and commented, "Though there is something you could do for me right now."
"Name it," the inu youkai expressed tenderly, claws tracing her smooth curves.
Leaning to the side, she tipped her head back and murmured, "Kiss me."
Not wasting a single second, Sesshomaru swept her off her feet and pressed his lips to hers in a slow but passionate manner.
Moaning in satisfaction, Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. The moment only lasted a moment or so, but it was heavenly.
Mwahahahaha, there is lemon in the next chappie! Yay, the long awaited coupling of Sesshou and Kags! I know you're all salivating at the moment; I am too, but just be patient. The next one is up tomorrow!
Review, or no lemon for you!