Chapter 2

Sex and Swords

"Again?" Kagome groaned as she went from being delicately carried like a princess to being tossed into unappealing dirty cot.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice sounding like silk, "until you learn how to improve."

Kagome Higurashi sat up in the small cot that smelled of last night's fish dinner as her new friend slowly removed her stockings from beneath her dress. Though he looked like a beast he really was quite tender with her. He treated her as a florist would handle a rose in bloom, though this man didn't exactly keep her petals intact.

"This is an INN Sesshoumaru," Kagome told him as her last stocking gracefully fell to the floor, "the brothel is down the road."

"Perhaps that is a situation that can be changed," he mused glancing over her body finding the next area to expose, "the coffee here is stale, drinks watered down, but at least the women seem useful. I've continued to give you gracious tips Kagome, but your dinner service is dreadful. You must make it up to me."

His soft kisses going from her cheek to her neck use to terrify her for his soft lips were accompanied by small bites, but by this point she was use to it. Kagome met this glorious dog demon her first night working here, and he'd come to her bed almost every night since. Appearances were deceiving for her looked like he'd be rough and demanding, but as her first he was quite gentle and remained so.

"Perhaps I should offer better services then," Kagome took charge leaning forward and attempting to remove his armor, "what is it you do anyway? Are you a guard?"

This INN has been the only place she could find work in, so she'd tried her best to behave, and that included not asking such questions. A demon as graceful but yet terrifying as him was usually a Lord of vast land who spent time in either the castle acting as the King's council or sat in his huge estate as her father had. He was a dog demon, so was he related to the King? After all, he had the same hair and eyes, but if either of her theories were true he wouldn't be out in the land of snow wearing such thick armor made from the most dense of metals.

He rose an eyebrow, "You've been offering your bed to me for a while now and you're just now asking?"

"Before would have been rude, and I was scared. I thought our arrangement was just revenge for me spilling soup on you."

That was how they met. It was her very first day of working in the INN and he came in wearing all white when his precious armor was at his side. She had been new to the whole concept of working for a living when he made the grave mistake of ordering the tomato soup. All over his shirt it went, but yet later that night the only clothes that came off were hers. She'd accepted it, wanting to be taken as a way to rebel against her engagement to InuYasha, but another part of her just plain wanted this demonic stranger to not hate her.

"Impress me and perhaps I'll tell you," he said, getting amused by her small fingers fumbling around with his armor.

Eventually she pulled it off and was left with another white wilk shirt. Now that she got the hard part taken care of her ruined her moment by swiftly pulling his shirt off himself. She was pleased enough just to touch that sculpted chest of his. He had to be in the royal army. He was built too well, even by demon standards.

"Not yet," he grabbed her hand when her intention shifted towards removing his pants, "we aren't to that point yet."

He returned to kissing her before she backed away, "I thought I was to service you."

"You'll just fail at it like you do your job. Why should I set myself up for disappointment? Now remove your dress, and do it slowly, that shall please me."

"No," she told him staying on her side of the bed, "I tire of you always taking charge. You always come to my bed, clearly you fancy me, so I think I should be treated better than a pleasure rag doll."

He looked amused, "I can easily find another silly girl who'll lay down and let me do as I please."

"How boring," she commented.

"You came to me as a maiden now you talk like a whore. Perhaps you should just find work at the brothel."

"If you're going to call me a whore Sesshoumaru you can leave, and find another women's bed since it's so easy."

"Just like that fiancée of yours you told me about? You belong to another yet offer me your body every night. You really think you're above a whore?"

"Once again if you believe that you can get out. I mean it."

She was born into nobility and was engaged, so most would call her a harlot for shacking up with a demon in a place such as this, but she no longer cared about anyone's opinion. She had no intention of returning to Talonvale, therefore she wouldn't marry Inuyasha.

Still, she wouldn't be called a whore. Her and Sesshoumaru were having pre-martial relations, something the scriptures stated was wrong, and they weren't courting, but she found enjoyment in being with him. Had she been a whore wouldn't she be in anyone's bed? For right now she was fine with just him. Sex wasn't the evil act she thought it'd be and she enjoyed giving pleasure to Sesshoumaru and receiving it. She didn't want to just lay there for him. She wanted to earn the pleasure, and she wouldn't be called a whore for making things enjoyable for him.

"What is it you want then Kagome?" he accepted her bluff instead of going down the road to the brothel, "should I give you gifts? Tokens of my gratitude?"

She shook her head, "Receiving gifts just because I sleep with you? Now that would make me a whore. Sleeping with you isn't a chore that hopefully has a payment at the end. I'd just like you to remember me…"

"Do you wish to be my woman?" he asked in a serious tone, "I will mate with a human, but not commit. You sharing your bed with me doesn't mean your courting me. Understand?"

She was giving herself to a demon she could never be with. She understood that the very first night she gave herself to him, and part of her was a bit disappointed, but yet another part felt happy about the fact she was no longer a hopeful maiden set up to be betrayed by the man she was to marry.

"I understand all that Sesshoumaru. I'm not your first woman and I won't be your last. I'll either die young of sickness, or old and bitter while you remain the same and find another silly girl to bed. Still since I am nothing but a careless useless woman with no family it'd be nice to live on in the memory of a demon who maybe time to time will think of the maiden he took who refused to just lay there for him."

"Silly girl," he simply said before swiftly moving his arms behind her and forcing her body to his, his nose touching hers.

"This silly girl just wants to remain burned in the mind of a past lover so he might reference this night next time someone pours a bowl of soup on you."

He actually gave her a dangerous smirk, "I am a taiyoukai, you wouldn't have spilled anything on me if I didn't allow you to."

Now that he had her again he undid the various ties on her dress even cutting some off doing what he needed to get her naked. Every night it felt like the first time for him. He'd had many females in his past, but this girl he continued to return to. Even now he acted as though he'd never seen her body before.

Finally, he got her luscious breast to escape the rags worn by bar maids.

"Mine," he said as though he'd conquered her before sucking on her nipples to get her body ready for him.

She closed her eyes for a moment taking it all in before she decided to start her own conquest and continue to try and undo his pants.

"Must you?" he took a moment to ask her before returning to her tits.

"I want to please you," She whispered finally undoing his belt, "not for money, gifts, or even your love."

"Then why?" he sounded a bit annoyed that he'd been interrupted.

"I enjoy you," she kissed him once more before returning her attention to those tricky ties that kept his pants on.

His pants finally slid off when he pushed her back on to the bed and lay on top of her.

"No," she told him pushing his hands away.

"Do you no longer accept my advances?" he asked puzzled.

"You really are a clueless idiot aren't you?" she began to get upset, "I've already told you that tonight I'll be the one to please you. Now get off, or are you afraid of being taken by such a weak human?"

He'd been claiming her for a while now, and normally he was just pleased by taking what he wanted, but this girl was intriguing.

"Fine, where do you want me?" he asked knowing she couldn't be forceful with those weak human arms of hers.

"On your back," she whispered in his ear, "you'll be mine Sesshoumaru."

He almost dared her as his amber eyes glared at her in the darkness. Not only was she his little harlot, but she was also a thief. The first night when he decided to bed this foolish bar maid he'd learned her name just so he could tell her she belonged to him. She'd shivered in pleasure for him, he wouldn't do the same for her.

Once he'd assumed the position she'd straddled him, her fingers traveling all over his manhood to get him aroused. He closed his eyes in pleasure as she did so, but still the image of her was burned in his mind. She was pretty plain as most human women were to him, but there was something about the way she walked and how her brown eyes managed to sparkle despite their color that told him she was more than just a bar maid. Clearly by the way she failed at serving food and drinks maybe she was a lot more than what was to be assumed about her. Mystery always managed to attract him whether it was in battle or in bed. He didn't ask about her past though, he'd eventually figure it out if his stay in this miserable country was prolonged.

Like she'd guessed when he usually received pleasure from human women they'd just lay there either out of fear or to finish the deed quickly in hopes of payment. Demon women, on the other land, liked to keep up the façade that they despised carnal advances by continuous biting and scratching for several hours before finally submitting. Kagome was a good medium for him.

He let a moan escape as he'd hardened to her pleasure and she mounted his lengthy cock. She was so tight despite all the times he'd ravaged her. So many men showed interest in her and still she tended to his bed. She was his despite the position she took.

"I want you to say my name," Kagome told him as his hands traveled to her ass.

"Unlikely," he simply said, "no one's name will be said in pleasure other than mine."

Slowly and seductively he lifted her and lowered her watching her arch in please as he went deep in her. He'd let her think she was in charge while she was on top of him, but she still remained his toy.

Kagome knew she failed and probably looked foolish, but she continued to try, and if failure just brought more pleasure it was fine for now. She'd continue to look foolish, because eventually the day would come when he'd leave her bed for good. Whether he remembered her or not really wouldn't matter, because she'd never see him again.

Or so she thought.