Strong gusts of wind rustled the surrounding trees as the lord calmly walked through the forest. Pale pockets of moonlight occasionally illuminated his features, as a breeze caressed his clothes. White hair, and clothes alike, fluttered to his left, yet he paid it no mind. The scent of mineral water hung in the air, and that was exactly where he was going. The lord mostly ignored the woman behind him, and the pair mutually held a distinct muteness.
Led to a small spring, Nazoki quietly fidgeted behind Sesshomaru. The man had not even turned to look at her. During the entire walk, Nazoki had been twiddling her thumbs, and scraping at her nails. Lost in her own thoughts, she did not even notice when the lord slowed his pace. Much to her surprise, when there was less than a meter between the two, Sesshomaru turned to face her. Immediately snapped back to reality, the vixen quickly peered up at the man. As usual, he was unreadable. Sesshomaru leaned towards her lips, and she unintentionally backed away.
"M'- What are you-"
"You need to heal." He responded, unfazed by her hesitance. Shifting her gaze, Nazoki placed the tips of her fingers over her lips.
"I'm fine... Really."
Annoyed by the vixen's refusal, Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at her.
"You dare oppose this Sesshomaru?"
An obvious lack of comfort was present, and Nazoki seemed to grow shy under his gaze. She lowered her eyes, and hand as well. Completely silent, the vixen clasped her hands behind her back. Though the lord was staring at her expectantly, she offered no answer. To repeat himself was one thing, which bothered him to no end. He would not. The vixen would respond to him, regardless of whether she wanted to, or felt like it.
"I would prefer to heal naturally... It is not wise to repetitively mix our energy, when we do, it's just that... Mixed. It's like..." Finally answering in a low tone, Nazoki kept her eyes to the ground, trying to avoid the intense gaze of the lord. She didn't want to refer to it as sex, but it was not exactly proper.
"Such a thing is reserved for more intimate relationships... You are powerful on your own; I doubt you would want to combine such strength with mine. Though it does not lessen your strength, to do something so personal..." Her words trailed off into indecipherable murmurs, and the lord stared at her. The fact that Sesshomaru had her ring crossed his mind, yet he chose not to put any emphasis on it.
While it was considerate for her to try to base her decisions with him in mind, the fact that she had denied him was more important to Sesshomaru. For her to think that she could simply say no, when he was obviously offering help. Not that he cared. Of course, it did not matter. Nevertheless, her actions were inexcusable. There was only one way to aid her in such a situation, though it seemed more involved, in a sense. Without allowing her the chance to do so again, the lord placed his lips to the wounds on her neck. Nazoki sharply inhaled, yet did not attempt to stop him. Half-lidded eyes slowly focused on the dark magenta stripes of the lord's cheeks.
As his tongue slipped across her neck, Sesshomaru earned a light sigh from the woman. Her rich blood seemed to cloud his mind, and he found himself not wanting to stop. When she grasped his shoulders, he gripped the fabric over her back, unable to help himself. It was not until her low voice snapped him from his brief lapse of control.
"M- M'lord... I don't think you should-" The release of a deep breath interrupted her words, and Nazoki tightened her grip. When she felt his teeth scrape against her neck, a dull wave of panic washed over her. Contrary to her thoughts, the man pulled back.
Expressionlessly peering at her, he noted the slight flush of her cheeks. It did not take long for him to realize why she had wanted him to stop. The interaction had obviously 'excited' her, so to speak. Though he had backed up, she had not released him. Instead, the vixen seemed to be contemplating something. One of her ears tilted to the side, and her tail nervously twitched. Once again, Sesshomaru was not one to take orders. He moved back towards her, aimed for the woman's chest. When she attempted to refrain him, the man grabbed one of her ears. The motion obviously surprised her, yet he did not care. In all honesty, they rather intrigued him. It was impossible for her to conceal her emotions, as they seemed to move with her every thought. Strong, unrelenting winds danced around the pair, carrying various leaves with it.
"Take your yukata off." Sesshomaru commanded.
Eyes immediately widening, Nazoki combusted. The pair both froze in place as deep crimson flames washed over them. A semi-bored expression took the lord, as he stared at Nazoki. When she managed to stammer a 'What?' the man sighed.
"You are injured elsewhere, correct?"
A slow nod was all he received in response, and he eyed the vixen.
"Show me your wounds."
Uncomfortable fidgeting ensued. None of which had anything to do with the removal of clothes. Sesshomaru released Nazoki's ear; it felt exactly as he had imagined. That was the sole purpose behind his actions. When embarrassment had surrounded the woman, her ears flattened, and Sesshomaru felt it move. It was odd, but easier then asking. He was entitled to such a thing, why ask? In the future, he would grab her tail, it was different then his, and he wanted to know what the fur was like. Of course, he could see it, but you can only assume so much from sight. Though he portrayed no hint of emotion, the lord was internally snickering at Nazoki's reserved nature. One mention of removing her clothes, and she was reduced to nothing but a stammering ball of flames. How amusing.
All jokes aside, she was still injured, and if nothing else, he would at least clean the wounds she could not reach. Ignoring the flames, Sesshomaru placed his lips to her chest. No sooner then he had touched her, the woman released an almost inaudible moan. Wondering if she would be able to banish her obviously provocative thoughts, the lord paid her no mind. One of her hands migrated from his shoulder to his hair, and her flame died. To his surprise, not a single warning was offered before Nazoki forced him to her lips. Apparently dirty thoughts are easy to inspire, and difficult to refuse.
Sesshomaru met her with an unmatched haste, and the moment he obliged she latched onto him. He felt her draining him, taking no care to pace herself. The sensation was enough to make the man somewhat dizzy. Willingly overwhelmed, Sesshomaru's chest tightened as he felt himself slowly kneeling to the ground. Nazoki followed him; her fangs scraping his lips as they moved. She was taking too much; being greedy. Unable to allow the woman to completely leach his energy away, he forced her to relinquish control. The man placed his hand to her jaw, as his knee touched the grass. This was one thing he found himself unable to do on his own. While he could use fire, and weave illusions, he had no idea how she could do this. All he could do was manipulate it once she initiated.
The immediate power surge intoxicated the lord once more. To be weakened one second, and charged with energy the next was an indescribable feeling, and it was easy to understand how one could get lost in such a state. When Nazoki nudged his shoulder, he allowed her to drain him once more. After having stolen his own, and her energy, he could only imagine how faint she felt. The vixen was not as strong as him, and probably could not endure as much either. Seconds passed, and she broke the kiss off.
Out of breath, the two stared at one another. As anticipated, Nazoki was fully healed, but Sesshomaru wanted more...
"W- We should probably stop..." She panted, placing a hand to her chest, which rapidly raised and fell with her every breath. The vixen was standing on her knees and the lord on one. Apparently, it's best to do such a thing whilst sitting. For something to simple to bring him to his knees... It was obvious that she wanted to stop, but it was addictive. Nothing the lord had ever experienced was quite like that. To feel life exit him, only to be filled with more than before and repeat the process. Without warning, the man grabbed her, and forced her to the ground. Fear danced through Nazoki's eyes as she was roughly pulled to the side, and pinned in place. A lapse in judgment crossed the lord, yet for the most part, he did not care. He was fully aware of what he was doing, and he would get exactly what he wanted. Nazoki could immediately be healed; nothing was truly a threat. If anything, it seemed she feared pain, and possibly fear itself.
Staring up at Sesshomaru, Nazoki felt her heart begin to pound. What was he doing? The lord seemed to be so focused on something else, that he did not care about her panic. He slowly moved his lips to her collarbone, and realization crossed Nazoki.
"M'lord... What- What are you-"
"Shh..." Sesshomaru intensely gazed up at the vixen, and soon his hand covered her mouth.
Aghast, Nazoki pushed against his shoulders, uttering muffled protests, but the man remained in place. He seemed to be taking his time, so not to scare her, but knowing that you are about to be bitten is never an easy thing to accept. He murmured a light 'It's okay' and immediately afterwards plunged his fangs into her skin. Of course, he did not want to hurt her, but if that was the only way to get what he wanted, he would. Nazoki's back arched, and Sesshomaru froze in place as her body pressed against his. Well that was unexpected... Though she seemed to be sensitive to such pain, wounds from fighting did not have much of an effect. She would get used to it. The moment she finished crying out, Sesshomaru licked the wound. He moved closer to her neck, and repeated his motion, causing Nazoki to once again press into him, and voice her disapproval.
The protest didn't faze him, and he continued to bite her twice more, taking care to be as gentle as possible. If that even made sense. Obviously, he was in fact injuring her, but her tone was growing lower. She had gasped his name, and pulled him closer. Despite the fact that her voice was muffled, he knew she had excluded the 'lord'. How he felt about that was unknown, he really was not sure, but he would take time to think about it later.
It would take longer for more to heal, and hopefully within that time, Sesshomaru would find himself satisfied. The lord inched farther up, almost to her neck, and slowly bit down. This time, he could have sworn he received a moan in response. Nazoki was gripping his shoulders, not trying to force him away as she had only seconds ago. When he placed his fangs against her neck, the vixen tensed. A split second of hesitation passed as Sesshomaru tried to make sense of what he was doing. Taking it too far, that's what. His intentions had been for her to heal, not to give her more wounds that needed healing. The man removed his hand, and replaced it with his lips; eager to experience the loss of power, and gain of it as well. The simultaneous contradictory sensations were pleasing; in a way nothing else could hope to be.
Nazoki indulged him, reestablishing the connection, and drawing the lord's strength as low as he would allow her. The man lowered himself to his elbow, leaning into the vixen. As often as he had to be in control, it felt like a sort of break from his constant power position. However, he could still fully manipulate the situation, and he did exactly that. It took Nazoki longer to drain him, and he could have her weak in less than a minute. To pass the energy back and forth between them left him with an odd, lingering sensation. Not to his surprise, the vixen was soon tapping him, begging to be released. She groaned into his lips when he refused, and demanded her strength back. Knowing that she could not handle much more, the man agreed, and when she had received her share once more, Nazoki pulled away from Sesshomaru with a gasp for air.
The lord was also in need of breath, but he still was not satisfied. Panting, Nazoki allowed her head to fall back into the grass. One of her hands fell from the lord's shoulder, and started to trace the skin he had bitten. Sesshomaru studied the woman as she stared at the stars overhead. He could see the moon reflected in her eyes, and wondered what she was thinking. Though it also occurred to him that she could be angry with him for biting her again, he still wanted his fill. He wanted to be exhausted as well. It was obvious that she was growing tired, yet the lord remained full of vigor. When he thought about it, the man had a speculation that she was taking less and less from him.
Gold clashed with emerald as Nazoki gazed at him. Things had gotten out of hand again; deviated far from the plan. Despite that fact, neither seemed to mind. Nazoki propped herself up on her elbows, and slowly leaned towards the lord. With a single hand, she brushed his hair from his neck, and Sesshomaru's eyes slightly squint. Gently tracing his jaw with her free hand, she placed her lips to his skin. Sighing, Sesshomaru tilted his head; allowing her further access. The woman bent her knee, and slid her leg up the side of his. Nazoki's tongue slipped across his Adams apple, and she moved back to the side of his neck. Without warning, the woman sank her fangs into his skin.
A deep, cut off yelp of surprise escaped the man, and he lowered his chin, as she cleaned the blood. Before the man could curse her as he had planned (because she was not allowed to do that), she captured his lips, and forced him to take from her. As he savored the sapid taste of her energy, he felt his wound start to tingle. Within seconds, Sesshomaru realized that she could heal him. But to what extant? Apparently she hadn't just bitten him for the hell of it, maybe it was a display? Or payback... She had mentioned that before. A rush of renewed vitality surged within him, giving him the sensation of being truly invincible. Excitement coursed through the lord in more ways than one, and he willed his body to comply with his previous decision of not allowing things to progress with Nazoki. Soon, the vixen reclaimed her strength, and pulled away again.
The two remained in place, trying to regain their breath once more. Neither of them even looked at the other, simply focused on trying to calm themselves. When the vixen finally did glance at Sesshomaru, something caught her eyes. A slight frown creased her brow, as she placed her hand to the lord's collar. When her fingers slipped under the fabric, she knew her speculation was correct. Barely even visible, was a thin golden chain. The man was watching her now, as she pulled the chain from under his clothes, to fully confirm her hopes. Upon further inspection she found a pointed ruby suspended on the necklace.
"M'lord, is this the pendant I made you? You're wearing it?"
Though she tried to lock her eyes to his he turned his head and stared into the forest. No expression was to be found, and the vixen leaned to the side, hoping to read him. After a short while, and gust of wind, the man offered a single nod.
Deeply exhaling a pleased chuckle, Nazoki laid back down in the grass. The lord glanced at her from the corners of his eyes, studying her soft smile. At least she was not complaining about being bitten... Sesshomaru could hear her racing heart, and feel his own as well. Though the same excitement remained, he was now unbearably tired. An air of accomplishment settled over him, and though he did not know what he had achieved, he was pleased. Without a word, the man lowered himself over the vixen. There was only one way to keep this from progressing.
His swords remained on his waist, yet she did not seem to mind. When he laid down, she placed her hand on the back of his head. He rested on her stomach, knowing that the way he was laying concealed himself, and that Nazoki would be completely oblivious to his... Willingness. Silently gazing at the rocks framing the hot spring, he internally sighed. Ah, yes, he had intended to tell Nazoki to wash the blood from her clothes. Well, that could wait. Sesshomaru wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. It was not often that he allowed himself to do such thing, but now was as good a time as ever; before he left again. As he was about to close his eyes, Nazoki ran her hand through his hair. The reality of the situation had taken a moment to set in for her, and now she was nervous. What did this mean? Why was it so easy to lose herself in the moment? To forget her true position, and goals?
"Uh, M'lord... Rin may be worried. Jaken as well... Maybe we should return..?"
Ignoring the woman, the lord sighed. For her to want to start back after he had already made himself comfortable; yeah right. Moreover, he definitely was not going to stand up and reveal the fact that he was... Standing up.
"Lord Sesshomaru?" Leaning to the side, Nazoki peered at the man. His eyes were closed, and he was calmly taking deep breaths. Sleeping? Was it even possible to fall asleep in a matter of seconds? Shifting her gaze, Nazoki tried to relax, which seemed to be impossible. Now she was trapped under Sesshomaru. How did this even happen? With no choice but to remain in place and join him in the land of dreams, the vixen slowly laid back in the grass. She fixed her eyes on the moon overhead, willing herself not to combust. Most likely, Sesshomaru would not appreciate such an awakening. Though she was slightly panicked, her own tiredness seemed to outweigh her desire to understand the situation.