"M- M'lord..." Clutching Sesshomaru's robe, Nazoki barely murmured the word as his fangs scraped against her neck. Her back arched against him as he slid his hand down the front of her robe. It easily fell open, yet before she was exposed; she clutched the fabric, seemingly embarrassed. Slowing to a halt, Sesshomaru stared down at her. This was obviously new to her; she did not know how to react or what to do. Her face had flushed, and she bit down on her lower lip. Leaning up, Nazoki placed her lips to his neck. She murmured a slight apology, which received no response.
Upon realizing that Sesshomaru was having second thoughts, Nazoki pulled his lips back to hers. She was met with rough passion, and forced him back. The man allowed her to crawl over him, and stole a glance at her body. Of course, he wanted to go farther than simply kissing, but Nazoki had previously expressed a desire to find a mate. If she were to go through with this, it did not seem likely that she would be able to. The lord continued to contemplate the situation, as Nazoki pulled hit shirt open. She feverishly started to kiss, and lick him, trailing down his chest. A slight sigh escaped the man, as he varied between his own desire, and Nazoki's goals. Obviously, this would not be happening if she had not been drinking.
Then again, maybe it would. In the multiple centuries Sesshomaru had lived through, it became apparent that alcohol did not make people do things they did not want to. In all actuality, it led people to doing exactly what they desired. Nazoki crashed her lips into his, and Sesshomaru pulled her against himself. Her knee slid up his side, as her fang grazed his lower lip. The sensation was enough to entice a small groan from the lord, which seemed to push Nazoki further. As she started to work at his pants, Sesshomaru grasped one of her hands. Pulling back, Nazoki frowned at him. He stared up at her calmly, and slightly shook his head.
"But... M'lord..."
Locking his eyes to hers, Nazoki tried to make sense of his hesitation. All Sesshomaru could think was that she was not thinking her actions through. He had been in this situation before, of course. Being the man he was, he knew exactly what it was like, to have desires. Each season called a certain form of demon to their own temptation, and though she was desperate to relieve herself, he could not take such a thing as lightly as she seemed to be. A moment of studying the other passed, and Nazoki decided to try again. Of course, this time she would try to use a subtle trick. To be drunk had a bad effect on her judgment, of course.
Staring into his eyes, the vixen slowly moved towards his lips.
"Lord Sesshomaru..." She barely murmured his name, and the lord felt himself grow captivated. It was a curious sensation, and as Nazoki sat on his lap, he remained in place.
"Do you not wish to?" With a voice of honey, she softly caressed his jaw. Something was not right, but he couldn't help himself. The man barely nodded, and Nazoki's lips curled into a smirk.
"Then we should..." She continued, and he nodded again. The moment she broke eye contact, Sesshomaru knew exactly what she had done. The vixen was busy teasing his neck, but he knew she had tried to hypnotize him. As powerful as he was, she should have known that would not work. But as he thought he had overcome her manipulation, he found he was wrong...
Before Nazoki could reach for his pants again, the lord quickly rolled over and pinned her down with his hips. Though she was surprised, she did not oppose him. The man slid his knee up, forcing her legs apart. It soon became apparent that it was not simply Sesshomaru anymore. Crimson eyes locked to hers, and a dark smirk teased the lord's lips. Instead of keeping to himself as usual, the beast chose to speak to her.
"You desired me?" He asked in a smoldering tone, which held a hint of malice. Gazing up at him, Nazoki allowed her arms to fall to her robe, which she quickly closed. He was staring straight at her, and appeared to be amused. An occasional flash in his eyes proved that this was not a part of the plan. Though the scarlet hue would fade, it would always return.
"I- Did not-"
"And yet you did..." He growled, and without waiting for another response, the man pushed against her. He brought his lips to her neck, and roughly scraped against her skin. Though his pants were still between them, the effect remained the same; forcing a moan, and lapse in concentration. It was obvious that Nazoki wanted to push him away, but the motions caused her to grip his open shirt, and wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"No- I did not ask for-" Reveling in the fact that all she could manage was to moan the words, he interrupted her.
"You wish to be marked?"
The sudden question caught her off guard, but despite his constant motions against her Nazoki managed a response.
"Not by you..."
It became apparent that Sesshomaru was ready to progress farther, but the beast wanted Nazoki's acceptance. Taking her was easy, and he would do just that. Yet the lord's continual protests in his mind proved to agitate him. Sesshomaru remained within himself, hissing his disapproval, and attempting to take control. He would succeed on occasion, only to be shoved back to his mind. The persistence of his beast was irritating him. He had already made the decision not to go through with this.
'You enjoy the sound... Do not deny yourself; me.'
Internally shaking his head, Sesshomaru watched the scene unfold. The words were true, and yet he did not want this to happen. Not in this manner. The lord glowered at the sight, of Nazoki trying to contain herself. Squirming beneath him when it was not truly him. Anger consumed the man, and he attempted to take control once more.
"His claim is mine."
Shifting her gaze, Nazoki tensed when he positioned his fangs at her neck. A light nudge of his chest signified her own disapproval, but it was obvious she was partial. At least, it appeared that way. For a beast to claim her would be a disgrace, a burden so to speak. For then, she would have been forced upon the lord, and that was unacceptable. The two remained in place, Sesshomaru enduring internal struggle, and Nazoki trying to think of a way out of this position.
"M- M'lord... I am positive you would prefer not to mate a lesser demon, especially a kitsune... To an Inuyokai, we are a detestable race, and though it is possible, it is not favorable... I am sure you agree..." Carefully speaking the words, Nazoki slowly inched away from the man's teeth. He gazed at her, and his eyes flashed for a split second.
'Refrain from intimidating her...' Sesshomaru commanded, only to receive a smirk, which happened to be Nazoki's response as well.
"And what were your intentions when you formed this hut?" Practically laughing at the vixen, and Sesshomaru, the beast locked his eyes to hers. Nazoki shifted her gaze, foolishness settling over her.
"Should you not accept my mark, I shall still provide... Do you learn nothing from the past?"
The words caused panic to stir within the woman, and she removed her arm from his shoulders. Placing her hand over her collarbone, she frowned up at the man. In one last desperate attempt, she pushed her lips to his. He did not oppose her, and the woman pulled him down over herself, refusing to release his shirt. As her lips parted, she drank of his life force, hoping to weaken him, and strengthen herself. Realization crossed the beast, and he attempted to latch onto her neck. He only managed to pierce her lip, yet Nazoki rolled over him, and pinned him down. The man's claws dug into her thigh, as she continued to drain him as he had unknowingly done her flame.
Sesshomaru grew still, and soon shoved the vixen off himself. She watched as he sat up, panting. He seemed to have returned to his normal self, and placed his hand to his chest. Gazing to the woman at his right, the lord frowned in confusion, as Nazoki seemed to be at a loss of breath as well.
"What were you doing to me?" He demanded, and she lowered her gaze.
"F- Forgive me... I was scared..."
Studying the woman, Sesshomaru found that the mark on her chest was fully healed. He placed his thumb against her collarbone, trying to make sense of the unnatural healing. She refused to look at him, as he cautiously inched towards her lips. Upon achieving a light kiss, he found that whatever she had done was voluntary. He commanded her to do it again, and she hesitantly obliged. Once their lips reconnected, the same draining sensation soon followed. Opting to play with the odd feeling, Sesshomaru tried to manipulate it.
To Nazoki's surprise, the lord started to take his energy back. She knew it was the ring, which allowed him to control kitsune abilities, and yet it shocked her nonetheless. He was a fast learner. Leaning into her, Sesshomaru leeched her strength, feeling himself grow intoxicated from the immediate head rush. Nazoki moaned into his lips, forcing him to relinquish control of the energy. She stole hers back, and disconnected their lips. The two remained, slowly regaining their breath. That was a new form of kiss to Sesshomaru, he was not even aware of such ability. And to be able to control it himself... For it to best his beast...
Contemplating the extent of her power, Sesshomaru stared at the vixen. She was leaning against the wall of her illusion, which appeared to be solid. A moment passed and she spoke,
"M'lord, I have a speculation that you could create your own illusions..."
Frowning, Sesshomaru waited for details. Could he?
"If you were to take a leaf, and form a wall of your aura around it, it should become what you desire it to be..." She divulged, and he gazed at the ground. She had made a stone floor, yet he reached through it and produced a single leaf as she had stated.
Leaning towards the man, Nazoki tapped it, and it changed into a stick.
"Now manipulate it... If you don't want it to be what it is, change it's shape..." She murmured.
Staring at the stick, Sesshomaru wondered if she was telling the truth. A second passed, and the man scowled. Soon if changed into a pine cone. Grinning, Nazoki clapped her hands together, and held them to her neck.
"You did it! How skilled! With a bit of practice, you shouldn't even need to touch your surroundings!"
Peering up at the cheerful vixen, Sesshomaru noted her expression. Despite the fact that she had been fearful, she was now smiling as she would with Rin. It was an odd feeling, to have her treat him in such a manner. Yet he secretly enjoyed it. The man maintained his blank expression, which did not seem to have an effect on Nazoki. When he shifted the pine cone into a flower, she placed a kiss on the stripes of his cheeks; complimenting him. Without a word, he tucked the flower into her hair, and she paused, staring at his hand. When she gazed at the man, a deep blush spread across her face. He blankly watched her, as she placed a hand to her lips and lowered her eyes. Like that could cover her entire face. If only an illusion could hide that.
"Uh... We- I should... It's late..." Though Nazoki moved to stand up, the lord grabbed her sleeve.
"I, Sesshomaru, will be resting in the tree..." He stated. Whether it was an invitation or not confused Nazoki, and she peered down at the man.
When the illusion by the tree disappeared, Sesshomaru and Nazoki were nowhere to be found. Sango, Kagome, and Inuyasha had been exchanging awkward glances the whole time. They had not expected what the thought had happened to actually happen. In the tree, Sesshomaru sat concealed by leaves. The lord stared at the moon, contemplating the day's (And night's) events. Between his legs rested Nazoki. The vixen had laid on her stomach, and placed her head in his lap. Her hair draped over his leg, and one of her palms draped across his opposite leg. She was exhausted. The man rested his hand on her head, raking his claws through the woman's hair when he lingered on a single thought. The flower he had created blew away with a breeze, and the lord released his illusion, allowing it to turn back to a leaf. Sesshomaru could not help but glance at the vixen occasionally, yet for the most part gazed at the moon.