He stepped forward and threw her arms from and pulled her close and bent down and caught her breast again in his mouth while squeezing the soft flesh in his hand. He inhaled her flesh and tasted her again, then pulled back. "Either you lie, or your body does," Trying to prove his point.
He moved to her other and repeated the action, "I can smell you." He cupped her other breast in his hand. "I will not deny; it calls to me, your flesh, the scarf from my touch,"
The smell of her want, the taste of her power.
She moaned. Gods, what was going on? She felt a surge of heat and need, and she felt uncontrolled.
He lifted her, and her legs went around his waist, her arms around his neck. His mouth latched to her neck, and her hands moved to pull the rest of his outer robe off as he sucked her. He untied the rest, and she pushed the last bit off his arm as their lips finally met in a blazing fight.
His power rose, and hers to meet it. Like their lips, it fought one another, lashing and biting and nipping. While their power fought and their lips fought, his hands made good use and discarded the rest of the slayer garment; now, her womanly heat rested so close to his manhood that he could feel her wetness as it dripped down to his own waiting need.
With one hand, he untied his pants, and they fell. She knew what was about to happen, but there was little she could do to stop it, and in all honesty, she didn't want to. The heat and puls between her legs were far too great.
He positioned himself, all caution and logic gone for both of them. He lifted her and then pushed her down while thrusting up, she screamed against his lips, and he growled with her. She was so fucking tight, his own beast threatened to come undone. His cock throbbed within her; he needed a moment to adjust, as did she.
"I gave you pain; now I will give you pleasure," He said against her cheek.
She moaned, and her head rolled back at his power, her strong arms holding her up. His hips thrust into her, her wetness making it easy even though she was tight around him. All thoughts flew out the window; hell, this may be her only chance at such things. if she did become a Miko and take Kikyo's place, what chance would she have? That and she could not deny that he turned her own in the worst ways. She hissed at the burn; he stretched her, filled her, and she knew the sore she would feel tomorrow would be far worse and last longer than any battle scar he could give her.
He nipped her neck; her nipples ran against his chest with each slow and deep thrust. Her breath kept catching as well. He groaned, and he could not take it; he wanted to dominate her. His thrust became harder, and his claws dug into her thighs as he slammed her down to meet his hips. She cried out, over and over, "Sesshomaru!"
Her walls held him tightly.
She felt the heat build-up, a coil wound tight; his nose went to her neck harder "Cum on me," He almost begged of her.
His dark, dirty words were all it took, and the coil snapped, her walls clenched around him, but just as it was calming, he began to thrust again. As much as he desired to cum in her, he couldn't. He pulled out and grabbed himself, holding her with one arm; his cum shot out on her belly button, past the scar he gave her, and dripped down to her womanhood. It only fueled his heat, her too, she moaned. He rubbed his cock into it and pushed to slip into her once more, coating her inside just a little with his seed. He almost regretted not releasing her inside.
He slowly put her down and, stood back, and looked at her. God, she was beautiful. Freshly fucked and covered in his seamen and she, for once, was quiet.
"What?" She asked, blushing, standing naked and vulnerable.
He smirked. "You look dangerously good with my cum all over you." Far better than the scars on her.
Her blush spread, and she had to look away.