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Forbidden Touch
In the mist of another business meeting, Bankotsu watched as his phone vibrated. Glancing quickly at his phone, the envelope logo flashed at the corner indicating that he had a message. His finger rubbed casually over the small screen, letting the droning of the presentation pass him by.
Tsubaki, what could it be? He wondered to himself. Leaning back on his executive chair, his eyes refocused on his CFO continuing to show figures on his chart of the rise and fall of their stock.
"Very good, Renkotsu," he said getting up from his seat. "Keep going, there's something important, I must tend to." Nodding quickly at the rest of the board members, Bankotsu made his way out of the conference room and into his private office.
Damn that wench! It must be something about her again; otherwise, he would never leave in the middle of such an important meeting! Renkotsu cursed.
Ever since his brother had met the Miko bitch, he had devoted all of his time and attention toward her. Rather than focusing on the importance of their father's empire! If only there was a way for me to get rid of that wench!
Yet he knew that if anyone even touched Kagome, they would answer to Bankotsu. His brother had made it clear that he did not even care if it was his own family. He would kill them regardless and without mercy, if any one was to harm her. Realizing he was caught in a dead end, Renkotsu continued his presentation of their future investments to the board members.
Taking his phone out, he once again glanced at the screen hesitating to read the message. News from Tsubaki was never good. Sighing he pressed the 'read' button and the message began to load onto his screen.
'I witnessed her kissing a Yokai on the rooftop, lingering longer than she normally would. I know not who he is, but it doesn't seem like she's toying with this one. Since then Kagome has not been herself since the New Year's party. I believe he might be the one you're looking for sir.'
Bankotsu smirked at the message. For once, it was something he wanted to hear, finally the one he sought has been found.
Kagome, you shall be mine, once I've killed this Yokai…
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On top a pent house balcony, Kagome stared blankly over the magnificent water view. It was beautiful, as the sun slowly rose over the horizon coaxing a new day to show. There were millions who would die to be in her position right now. Here she was standing on top of the most expensive pent house with the best view of Tokyo and the ocean. Yet, her heart….her heart was forever in purgatory.
The sun coming into view illuminating the sky, shimmering across the ocean, reminded her of his eyes.
"His eyes.." Kagome whispered softly remembering them, "Sesshomaru…."
Whenever she thought of him, Kagome would feel a slight twinge in her heart. A feeling she had never known for a man before. She was a dark priestess; her beauty surpassed even the prettiest super models. Her elegance and grace surpassed those of a queen. Men would often fall on their knees, whenever she walked by. She had played her fair share of the game of love. Teasing, and taunting men until they were insane over her. Never had she experienced an ounce of care or feeling with any of them.
Yet, with the DaiYokai she couldn't deny that she felt something for him. And that bothered her.
"Ahh…I see you are well." Bankotsu's voice broke through her train of thoughts. Turning around she bore a stoic face to receive him. "What's wrong? Not so happy to see me?" His tone was playful, but Kagome knew better. There was always some hidden seriousness behind his firm voice.
"You're home early," Kagome remarked walking past him toward her kitchen. She reached the counter shortly after, and poured herself a cup of orange juice. Bankotsu ignored her cold demeanor toward him as he moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. The softness of chiffon silk robe caressed against tough hands.
"Mad at me?" He asked nuzzling her neck softly; she felt the shivers down her body. Without saying anything, Kagome raised her glass and sipped her juice. "Oh come on, it was just one little party. I promise I won't have you attend any more parties unless you want to."
Leaning back onto his shoulder Kagome looked into his deep charcoal grey eyes exhaling softly. Then taking his hands off her waist she pushed them away, walking toward the dinner table. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't have your little spies following me like hound dogs, Bankotsu."
"Spies?"
"Don't play dumb with me. It's belittling" Kagome looked out the window at the ocean view once more, envious of the carefree seagulls flying freely.
Raising his palms up in defense, he approached her. "All right, all right. You've caught me" he pulled a chair to sit next to her. Bankotsu cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to look into her eyes. "I'm just very possessive of what's mine, and I'd hate to have anything to happen to you while I'm gone" he soothed.
"I'm sure" Kagome replied sarcastically. "Why are you in my apartment so early Bankotsu?"
"I've missed you."
Swatting his hand off her, Kagome rolled her eyes. "Please, stop treating me like a child. I hate it when you do that!"
"Very well" Bankotsu uncrossed his legs and stood up. "Has anyone caught your attention my Beloved?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she retorted back, knowing it would irk him. What she didn't expect was him moving quickly towards her and grabbing her wrist. Twisting it making sure she felt the pain, but not hard enough to break. She winced in pain as she struggled to get out of his grip, but he pulled her closer.
"Don't toy with me, Kagome. I want to know what you and that mutt were doing on the rooftop?!" With all of the struggling he now had her backed against the wall, pressing his weight onto her trapping her.
"Let. Go.. Of Me!" Kagome hissed through her teeth, her eyes were already blazing as she struggled. Slowly Bankotsu let go of her wrist, but continued trapping her body demanding an answer from her. "We did nothing" her face turned away answering him. "But you already know that don't you? So why the fuck are you interrogating me?"
Bankotsu smirked at her reply; his hand began to trace her face. His touch continued down to her neck, and across her shoulder. She saw his eyes close as his hands went down to the tip of her mounds.
"Not interrogating, love" he continued touching her. "I've let you toy with other men as you please, but this one is different. I can feel it from you; your heart beats faster at the mention of him. The thought of him…why is that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about" Kagome lied. "I did what you asked of me. I was trying to feel for a presence that connected me to him, yet I felt nothing," she continued.
He leaned in closer, whispering in her ears. "Beloved, don't lie to me. You're not as naïve as to think that he's 'the One' are you?" His keen perception, made Kagome draw in a breath.
"No Bankotsu. I do not think he is my 'One'. You are my 'One', my salvation so how could anyone else be that?" She replied bitterly. At least that's what you've told me…"And frankly Bankotsu, I'm so sick of all of this. I'm sick of you parading me around like some prized toy whenever you want!"
"Hey," Bankotsu tilted her face to look at him "Don't talk like that, you know I love you, beloved," he reaffirmed before leaning in to kiss her lips.
Kagome wanted to keep her lips sealed, she wanted not to respond to him, but whether she wanted to, liked it or not, she loved him. He had been her savior and continued to be her savior. And there were always times that he showed he cared for her, like no man could care for a woman. She knew that womanizer like him had truly, given up his ways in order to love only her. And so Kagome opened her mouth to welcome him. Already he tasted of cigar and whiskey, and it was only 7 in the morning.
"I've missed you so much," he whispered. Making her blush slightly, because truth be told she had missed him too.
She had missed his presence around her each night when he'd stop over after work to say 'hello' and 'goodnight', and she also missed the way he held her. Bankotsu was the only man who could hold her of his own free will. He wanted to willingly touch her, even without her powers going wild and seductive. He kissed her lips again ever so softly, just the way he knew she liked it.
His hands began to roam all over her body. She could feel his nether regions answering to his natural hormones, and it pressed hard against her body. Kagome closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue, as his hands cupped her breasts. This wasn't anything she hadn't experience before.
His eager lips.
His demanding tongue.
His needy hands all over her.
She continued to keep quiet while he trailed his kisses down her neck, her sensitive spot, licking along her shoulders.
"Beloved, you drive a man crazy. You drive me insane." He rasped before taking her breast into his mouth, through the barriers of her robe and chemise. The effect of his tongue rolling across her nipples, while his fingers raked across her neck...her damn weak spot....so sensually that it brought tears to her eyes. Kagome couldn't contain herself any longer, her lips parted and she moaned. Like a repellant, Bankotsu staggered back at the sound of her arousal.
"I…I'm sorry…" Bankotsu murmured wiping a palm over his face.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She looked so betrayed, so hurt, but he knew he couldn't touch her. He couldn't have her the way he wanted to. With sheer will Bankotsu shook his head frantically, walking toward her bathroom to wash his face.
The tears rolled from Kagome's eyes, falling along with her body. She watched Bankotsu's back slipping further away from her, as her body slithered down toward the floor.
I am 'the Key' Kagome thought in her lonely mind. Letting the wind breeze past her, it fluttered through her dark tresses as the tears continued.
Bankotsu…she wanted to call his name. Kagome wanted her hands to reach out to touch him, feel him. Like lovers should - she'd loved him - but destiny forbids it. She was a dark priestess therefore; she would never feel the warmth of a man. He was her protector and thus they could not be lovers. It was destined to be her curse, Kagome cried.
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"Damn-it!" Bankotsu cursed, banging his fist on the marble sink counter. He stared at himself in the mirror as he recalled the rule.
'Rule number three of being a protector: Do not have sexual relations with the Key'
~(flashback)~
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Bankotsu….
He moved and stirred, but his body was frozen in place. Bankotsu didn't know whom the voice belonged to calling his name, but it all felt like a dream. Am I dreaming? He wondered.
He couldn't see a figure; only dark mist surrounded him as his name was repeated once again from the darkness.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" He demanded.
'Do you wish to live Bankotsu?'
"What? What do you mean?"
'You're dying Bankotsu. Before you draw your last breath, and enter the gates of Hell, you have once chance at redemption.'
"Wha-? How can I be dying?" he cried in disbelief.
'Your life of privilege has led you to over consumption, leading to your death. Do you wish to live?'
"Yes! Of course I want to live!"
'Very well….'
'Prophecy foretold there will be a dark Priestess, born with powers so strong she will be the Key to Armageddon. If her powers aren't restricted she will lose her mind to the darkness, and become Satan's right hand. She will be the Key to opening the gates of Hell, sucking the living creatures into the abyss of darkness.
I shall grant you the powers to bring her to submission. You will use the powers I've given to keep the world at peace, and safe from Armageddon.'
"Fine"
'I am not done. There is one who threatens your duty, and your chance to redeem yourself. One who will interfere between you both and unlock the Key. You must never let him have her, for he will bring upon her death. But before he kills her, he will unlock the Key. Sending her soul straight into Satan's hand, where his wish will be her command. And Satan's wish is to rule all living creatures as soulless life forms. This is upon your duty to protect her.'
"Why me?"
'Because it is for you to make up for your past mistakes. Unless, you would rather see Satan right now, this will be the path in which you will live your life. You will be her salvation and there will be one who will be her death. She cannot die at the hands of this person. If he unlocks the Key and she dies, all of your efforts would be in vain. However if you can find the one who can unlock the Key and destroy him; as your reward you may have her as yours. The Priestess' powers will make you stronger, and also give you a longer lifespan letting you keep your coveted youthful looks. You will continue to live a life of luxury, and shall be given a new beginning. You will start your life with a clean slate but and you will change; you will do no more evil. This will be your reward if you choose to redeem yourself.'
"How can I find this person?"
'You need her powers as a link to find him. Also remember Bankotsu…you are her Protector. You must never let anything harm her.'
"How will I know who this Key is?"
You will know….You will see a glow emanating from her like nothing you've ever seen before. And you will be her Savior, her Protector…..
~(End flashback)~
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Fucking great. Bankotsu thought, as he splashed his face with water. I can't let him harm her but I need to use her to find him. How fucking ironic!!
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Coming out of the bathroom, Bankotsu noticed that she had gotten dressed to go out. As always she was beautiful in his eyes. Pairing a simple black tank-top and cardigan with her jeans, her long hair tied in a ponytail. The look was simple, yet so elegant. Kagome turned to face him when he approached her, never in his life had his heart been swayed by a female. They only served one purpose for him – catering to his need. But with Kagome, he was supposed to protect her and cater to her needs. He had and he did diligantly, but Bankotsu had also fallen in love with the one he was supposed to protect.
"Going out?" It was a rhetorical question, he already knew the answer. It was his lame attempt to change the topic.
"Hmm…" She nodded.
Bankotsu slid his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. "Hey" he called, cupping her chin to gaze into her eyes. Kagome smiled softly "I'm sorry about earlier…I know I'm not supposed to…you're…and I….we're not…"
"Don't" Kagome placed a finger over his lips.
Kissing her finger, Bankotsu wrapped her into a warm embrace. "I love you, Kagome." He soothed, stroking her hair. "I can't help myself with you; I will find a way for us to be together. The way we both want to, and when I do, I will make sure that you are fully sated. Pleased in ways you'd never thought was possible. I swear to you beloved."
His soft words would only bring tears to her eyes as they embraced. It was one of her better moments with him, unfortunately at any given time that could change his demeanor. No never physical, but the emotional guilt was more than enough to hurt her.
~flashback~
"Why you...Kagome...why did I have to love you? Of all my women? Why you??" He'd asked time and time again, while he held her tight on her upper arms until his fingers left vivid imprints.
The look in his eyes that of a wounded animal, and his desires to be with her was evident. His natural need to be intimate with her was painful, as if she'd betrayed him somehow.
Bankotsu would come and see her each time he was drunk. He would touch her, kiss her, all the while knowing he could never touch her that way. And when his sexual frustration was at full blown, he'd toss her body carelessly aside as he stormed off. Only to return moments later to apologize, and carry her lovingly toward the bedroom where he would tend to any bruises that he'd left behind. Never realizing that the bruises he would leave in her heart can never be healed- even if she fully understands his resentments toward her. Sometimes she would pretend she was asleep, knowing he'd never leave her side until she was. So that he would retreat back to his own place, to get whatever rest he could before the next long day of work.
When the sound of her door clicked, she'd open her eyes to stare blankly at the wall. Kagome accepted her fate as such. She held on strong to keep her hopes alive to one day be with him.
But was that what she really wanted?
Was that really her true 'freedom'?
"I love you, Bankotsu" she said within her mind over and over. As if trying desperately to convince herself that it was true somehow.
~end flashback~
Time and time again, he'd blame her for why it was he could not be intimate with her, because she was 'the Key', and he was her Protector... But she knew he also blamed her for why he could never be who he really wanted to be, who he really was – a cold-hearted killer at heart.
Yet Kagome had loved him, and waited patiently for the day when they could be together as one. The day when she would no longer be a threat to society, Kagome sighed in simple satisfaction at the thought of when she would be free. Free to be a normal woman and be with the man she loved.
"I love you so much, Kagome. I really do." Bankotsu kissed his virgin lover then, before driving her to her favorite breakfast place.
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A dog demon is still a dog more or less. And Sesshomaru was just that – a higher breed of dog with undisputable powers and a libido far more rapid than that of an ordinary dog. Over the weeks while his woman, Ayame was away he'd been consumed with thoughts of Kagome. The dark Miko that wouldn't leave his mind be. Yet as he sat tapping his claws on the steering wheel, Sesshomaru waited in anticipation for the wolf-demoness to arrive.
Two weeks ago, Ayame had flown first class off to the US to finish up one of the merger deals. Why she insisted on flying on a public airline was not something he could understand. Hell, he didn't even want to try. Right now, the only thoughts consuming his mind was how fast he could zip through the town in his car once she's inside. And how quickly he could take her upstairs and rip her clothes to shreds and then fuck her.
Hump her until she passed out.
It had been far too long for him to have been without sex, and his beast was becoming impatient and wanted to come out and take control of the situation. Meeting the dark Miko that night, did not help his situation either. He'd never been one to stray no matter how tempting the situation might have seemed or been. But somehow with the Miko it was different; she seemed to beckon him somehow. For the first time in his life, even with his committed relationship he was more than tempted.
He wanted to take her from Bankotsu, and have her for his own.
The desire to sleep with the Miko flowed through his veins. It gnawed at his psyche like a druggie needing a fix.
Even as he sat there waiting impatiently for the woman in his life to appear. He was tapping a vein literally, because his cock couldn't seem to stop twitching. If he had a tail to wag welcoming a loved one home, it would have been his cock wagging as he waited for Ayame to deboard the damn plane.
Fuck! What's taking so long? He wondered as she flicked his wrist to look at his watch.
WHAT?!! Sesshomaru almost roared in anger when he realized that all this time of him waiting, anticipating, twitching, itching, it had only been but a mere 5 minutes.
That's it! Next time, she's taking the private jet.
As soon as he saw the figure of his red-headed girlfriend coming, Sesshomaru eased out of the car and walked casually toward her. No one was the wiser looking at his controlled facial features and structured demeanor, that inside of him there was a storm raging. His beast was howling and rioting for him to slam her against the nearest wall and just take her.
Just like that.
Again and again until he was breathless.
Stoic countenance didn't even offer the gorgeous demoness a smile, while behind the golden fixed eyes roamed her body. Her red mid-back hair he noticed had been pulled back in a tight ponytail – how she'd always wear her hair; except with him, in their bedroom. It was only then that the demoness would free herself of the wild red fires atop her head.
Her voluptuous bosom spilled out of a sweetheart cut bustier, paired with a black pleated skirt, layered over with a one button blazer. Her toothpick thin stilettos and flawless make-up meant business when she stormed a meeting for a merger. It would be hard for anyone to say no to her demands and request. Indeed with her at his side, they were a force to be reckoned with. He was the eldest and heir to the Inugami empire, and she was Forbes most recognized female CEO.
Even from afar he could smell the scent of her as he neared. She was wearing a faint hint of Imperial Majesty, a gift he'd special ordered from British designer Clive Christian just for her. Simply because it was the most expensive of perfumes, donning a sweet subtle scent that he could tolerate. It came bottled in a Baccarat crystal bottle, with a five-carat diamond inside the 18-carat gold collar of the bottle. Nothing was too good for his mate to be. Selecting expensive gifts was also one of the few things he took time in doing, when he'd decided that she was the suitable mate for him.
In a DaiYokai breeding line, a strong heir had to be secured first and foremost. Once a suitable mate was found, a befitting heir had been secured. Then the playing and fornicating can occur. With Ayame, he would be guaranteed a strong and worthy heir. She had stunning looks, strong business mind and was the one, who will be able to bear him a strong pup to carry on the Tashiou family name.
"Hey Sesshomaru," Ayame was first to greet. She leaned in to give him a kiss only to have him turn his face on her, making her miss her mark and land on his cheeks instead.
Slightly taken aback, Ayame shifted her shoulders and stared at the DaiYokai with questioning eyes. When he rolled his amber eyes to gaze upon her, a wide grin spread across her face. She could smell the scent of his need wharfing around her almost like a cloud. Without further ado, Ayame crawled into the passenger seat as he held the door open for her.
Despite the Dai's eagerness, it was actually her who was more excited for him. For the last two weeks while she was away on business, all of the waiting and wanting was becoming too much for her. There were times when she desperately wanted to give in to her urges, and rub herself until completion.
But Ayame had waited.
Waited so that she could be filled by the man she loved, the one she was destined to be mated to. Settling into the passenger seat, she could already feel the wetness between her legs. And she couldn't wait to get home to be fully satisfied by her Dai.
She could feel the heat rushing through her body when Sesshomaru reached over and buckled the seatbelt for her, making her stomach lurch in anticipation of when they would arrive home. As their eyes meet, Sesshomaru flashed her a mischievous smile, indicating that she was going to be in so much trouble!
And right before he took off, Sesshomaru leaned in to kiss her. His tongue shoving hard into her mouth forcefully, and began to dominate her. He kissed her with such force that she simply melted into the leather seat. Suddenly Sesshomaru pulled away and peeled out onto the highway.
Breathless and panting, "Where....are....we...going?" Ayame managed to muster, as it wasn't their usual route.
"The Mansion" he replied casually.
Knowing it was one of her favorite places, though a bit out of the way from the city but it was private and secluded. It would serve its purpose and allow her the freedom to make as much noises as she wanted. And Sesshomaru liked it when she screamed his name over and over.
As soon as they were off the fully trafficked highway, Sesshomaru took his hand and immediately shoved it under her skirt. Smirking when he found that she wasn't wearing any panties, and already drenched from the want she had for him. He knew that she'd waited for him through the past few weeks without self-indulgence. This was yet another reason why she was perfect as his mate; Ayame understood that he'd wanted her to himself – and only for him.
Her breath quickened as she hitched, gasping for air from his touch. While one hand was still on the steering wheel, he moved his other fingers and diddled her clit. Making her body react, and hunch against his hand. "Oh Kami Sesshomaru…." She cried, as she bit down on her tongue. Trying her best to hold off coming, wanting to save it for later when he had his thick cock buried deep inside of her.
"Release…" He ordered while he press his leaded feet onto the gas pedal and curved toward the mansion.
The adrenaline of him driving so fast, making the car tilt to one side and his fingers wedged deep into her core was driving her wild. Her body thrust forward at the force, and little tremors of release began to filter through her. As the RPM dial rose to 6, the engine roared loudly and she crashed. Currents of ecstasy flooded her body as her juices flowed, her orgasm prolonged from the force of his palm pressed against her clit.
Sesshomaru took his hand out from under her and slid it into her mouth, letting her lick her own wetness from his fingers. It was always a rush for her whenever she tasted herself on any part of him. Whether it be his fingers, lips or cock, she always licked every bit of her essence. As her high began to slow down so did the car as they arrive at their destination.
Secluded off toward the edge of Tokyo's cliff, the mansion stood like a glorious beast against the loud crashing waves and towering trees. Sesshomaru guided their car into a heavily wooded area around the back and within moments, he had her out of the car and pinned against the passenger door.
Ayame wasted no time unbuttoning her lover's shirts, nor did she bother to unzip his pants. Heavy claws extended and she ripped the fine fibers to give her access to his taut muscular body. The DaiYokai pressed her body hard against the metal frame as he lifted her. Ayame closed her eyes, letting the sensation of their carnage filter through every pore in her body. His hands on her hips, he lifted and dropped her right onto his perfectly erected dick.
Her pussy was soaking wet and he moved without trouble slowly in and out of her, grunting as the heat of her cunt encased around his prick.
"Oh Kami, Sesshomaru…You feel bigger…..better every time…" she moaned. As her pussy clenched around his cock and he pulled her down wedging his cock even deeper inside of her. As he continued to pound into her with his perfect prick all she could think of was "OH. MY GOD!" She felt herself nearing a tremendous orgasm, as her pussy began to quiver and her clit started to swell with each of his thrusts.
He knew this.
And if it wasn't for her body giving away all the signs, it would definitely have been her loud moans, sighs, and barely audible panting of 'Oh Kami…Oh Kami…Yes Sesshomaru…Yes…Sesshomaru!!..." over and over.
"That's right…you're my little bitch…now cum for me…Show me how much you've missed this cock fucking you..." Sesshomaru drilled his shaft even harder and faster into her, until even he himself was almost breathless and panting.
The world seemed to fade and disappear for Ayame, as she enjoyed wave after wave of the most incredible feeling that she knew only he could deliver. Her screams were of a mad woman as she came…sobbing his name into the heavy wooded surroundings…
Ayame recovered only long enough for him to flip her over and drilled his cock into her once again, this time from behind. Her breasts that had escaped its confines from heavy thrusting earlier were now pressed against the heated glass, while he pinned her face onto the cold metal of the car. This time, Sesshomaru held no reservation as he fucked her deep, fast, and hard. He was literally bouncing her body off the ground with each of his jabs.
She returned his eagerness by pressing what strength she had downwards onto him. Wedging him as deep into her as much as she possibly could, bringing him closer to explosion. He had held off his own release to give her countless orgasms, but now it was time for him to bring himself to full satisfaction. With more force than the demoness could ever remember, he poked her once more. Hard and deep as his body went rigid and he exploded, shooting his wad far into her womb. And as he came, Sesshomaru pinned her neck hard against the car and used his other hand to pinch her throbbing clit, sending her into one more powerful orgasm.
The scent of their sex filling the air pulsating against each other, and the sound of their hearts drumming to a crescendo as she was pinned like a rag doll against his heavy form. He panted loudly in her ears before kissing her cheek.
"Welcome home." He whispered, thinking, feeling glad at the fact that his lover was home. She would have much to do to satisfy him, to make up for the weeks of her absence.
She will be his mate.
Sesshomaru decided right then that it would have to be sooner rather than later.
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That was yesterday.
When he'd fucked Ayame countless times, and made love to her over and over again. Kissing, caressing, and roaming every inch of his lover's body. But as he sat tables away from her at the diner, Sesshomaru found it uncomfortably hard to take his eyes off the Miko. There she sat, calm, cool, and collected. She spoke softly toward the waiter and smiled. Unlike the last time when he'd met her at the New Year's Party, she was more casual, friendly and cheerful. She wasn't seductive or tried to be, but she was still alluring. The Miko was pulling him in like a black hole.
He had left a note for Ayame to meet him for breakfast on the nightstand, and she would arrive in any minute. But he couldn't tear his attention from the Miko, who seemed as though she had no idea he was even there –staring.
What is it about you that's so tempting Miko? What is it about you that calls this Sesshomaru's attention?
His own thoughts were distracted as Ayame's voice greeted him 'good morning.' Looking up, he saw the beautiful green-eyed demoness smiling at him. At that moment he felt like an anvil landed on his head, knocking him to his senses.
Sesshomaru realized right then and there that it was the end of Ayame.
He had to have her and will have her…at all costs.
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"Kagome" he whispered softly against her ear. "Kagome," he called her once more, watching as she stirred. Her eyelids slowly rose and she stared at a porcelain face, with golden eyes burning at her. She sat up abruptly in bed, as she registered what was happening.
Scrambling Kagome grabbed her blanket and pulled it to her chest, covering the small almost sheer nightgown on her body. "How'd you…..what are you...??" her head darted around watching the curtains on her window ruffling against the evening air. He had come in through my balcony….she realized.
Scooting his body closer to hers, Sesshomaru reached his hand out to touch her face. Instantly she leaned against the palm of his hand. Reaching up she touched her hand to his "It's you….Sesshomaru you've come" she whispered, admitting the truth that she had been thinking about him, she had fantasized about seeing him again - without any of her mind games or dark Miko magic.
"Yes" Sesshomaru replied pulling her into his embrace, taking in a deep breath of her essence. His claws began to rake against her arm, sending goose-bumps throughout her person.
"How…what…" Kagome wanted to ask him how he knew how she truly felt inside her soul, as she rested on his chest. But the beating of his heart, where she had rested her head was drumming loudly in her ear. She didn't question anything else, as his finger found her lips putting slight pressure against them. The rushing of blood coursing through her body from being in his arms, was all that mattered in the world at the moment.
"I've missed you…I can't stop thinking about you...and how I've needed you," Sesshomaru replied kissing her head.
How could this be? Kagome wondered. Wasn't it my dark Miko magic that had seduced him on top of the roof? Why was he in my apartment in the middle of the night? What was he thinking?
Sesshomaru softly laid her back down onto her bed, his face now an inch away from hers. His hair fell over her, showering her in an abundance of silver silk. He continued to gaze deep into her eyes, as hers batted back at him. Many thoughts went through Kagome's head as she cradled his face. Thoughts of how she had longed for him for the past few months flooded her mind, and how she had wanted him to be near her. How have I fallen in love with two at the same time?
Sesshomaru leaned in closer, and he began kissing her passionately. Softly pressing his lips against her at first, then gently sliding his tongue inside to taste her. He relished on the familiar taste that was her, and the sweet taste of his desired one made him craved more for her. Sesshomaru thrust his tongue in between her lips and began to explore the cavern of her warm mouth excitedly as a man winning the jackpot.
His hand began to slide under her chemise crawling past her waistline, and began tracing and exploring every square inch of her soft skin. He'd dreamt of touching her like this since the day she left the roof top. He had risked everything by coming to see her tonight, but he didn't care. He wanted her, needed her.
Kagome shifted her body, the sides of her breasts flattened against his chest. She moaned softly and rubbed the hardened tips against him, smiling against his lips when he shuddered at the motion. He was still hers to command.
Sesshomaru wanted nothing more than to tear away at her body, but he willed himself to take his time with her. With his Priestess, it was more than carnal need. He needed the heat of her body, the softness of her skin against his. He wanted to hear the sound of her beating heart, humming a fast pace rhythm against his ear. His mouth began traveling from her lips to her chin, and down the side of her throat, and then trailed it up towards her ear.
"Funny how for the last few months, I haven't been able stop thinking about you Miko. No matter how hard I tried. I want you, Kagome...." he whispered so close to her ear and she shivered.
Without being able to stop the deep throat sigh as he tongue started trailing downwards again, Kagome tilted her head, exposing her neck. He closed his eyes at the sign of her surrender, and her yearning for him. Pressing his face against her he nuzzled her neck, and licked across the throbbing vein and then nipped her.
Kagome's eyes shot wide open, her body stiffened and he pressed his mouth to her cheek. "Koi," he whispered. "I will never hurt you. I will make you mine."
Sesshomaru rose above her, bracing himself on his forearms and met her gaze. He looked upon her with eyes burning like the heat emanating from the sun. Kagome searched those heated eyes and found her heart steadying its pace; finally she relaxed again. Sesshomaru slowly lowered himself back to her and licked across the small wound. There were now drops of blood seeping through the wound as he continued licking it, he growled at the coppery taste of her blood. Another lick sent a shudder through her slender body, a shudder that echoed in his much larger frame.
What would the consequences be? Kagome's mind began to race while he kissed a path over one collarbone, then down to a firm breast where a tight nipple thrust out in invitation. When his hand passed her rib cage and made its way toward her breast, Kagome sucked in a breath arching her back to his touch. With a deep guttural sound of want and need, he drew as much of it into his mouth as he could. He settled down for a long suckle.
What would Bankotsu do to her when he found out? A tear made its way down her cheek and Sesshomaru raised his head to lick it away. "I will forever protect you" he assured her meeting her gaze, and making her feel safe and secured.
A melancholy smile played across her lips. If only you could understand….she thought caressing his porcelain face. She noticed his magenta stripes and crescent mark showed, no longer hidden like before. His marks showed that he was fully himself at that moment, and acknowledged to her that he was indeed a powerful DaiYokai. He was powerful, strong, and he could protect her. But she now knew that he the one who would bring about her death. She would forever loose her heart to him and her soul to the dark abyss of Hell. Was he worth that kind of sacrifice on her part?
Kagome's hand began to rove all over his body, beginning her touch from his head then began to roam his body. Her touch continued to across his marks, to his shoulders, down to grip his biceps. She then started the trek all over again. Sesshomaru closed his eyes at the sensation. Moving from one taut peak to the other, she channeled his focus on the velvety flesh under him.
'I have loved you…' Kagome surrendered her heart, making the Dai grunt. The intensity of his heat flared across her body. His Youki spread gradually outwards, encasing them in a blanket of desires.
The candle in her room held a swaying flame as the wind rustled by.
'I shall make you mine…" he responded, reaching down and sliding his hand into the swollen folds of her sex. He found her hot and creamy and ready.
She was incredible.
She was his.
"So wet" he whispered as he slid his finger down between her anxious lips, barely touching her clit. His eyes looked at her and through her soul, he saw himself in the center. She met his gaze, and found a place of belonging.
Kagome smiled as a tear rolled from her happiness.
Sesshomaru took her bottom lip into his mouth and gave it a gentle nip, while his hand tugged playfully at her hair. She was dripping wet, her juices glistening on his fingers. Her breath hitched though little gasps.
But he wanted more. More of her passion, her essence, and more of her love for him. Most importantly, he wanted to guarantee that she would forever be his. Rolling over on top of her, Sesshomaru pressed his weight on her little form and eyes burning with an unsteady blaze. They began turning crimson red as they glowed and his fangs amplified.
Sesshomaru used his knee to part her legs wider as he positioned himself against her wet entrance. He howled as he dropped his head between her shoulder and neck; then at the same time he pierced her throbbing pussy, he bit her.
Hard.
.
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