The human priestess and the demon lord managed to regain a sense of normalcy, tentatively resuming their daily activities. They occasionally shared a meal or indulged in scholarly discussions about Sesshoumaru's collection of scrolls. For a few days, their interactions remained steady, seemingly devoid of the intense passion that had previously ignited like wildfire between them.
But then came that day. Kagome's body decided to remind a certain demon lord of its cyclic workings. The air became thick and sweet with the perfume of her fertility. Sesshoumaru had, in theory, understood the regularity of the human cycle. Yet, facing its practical manifestations was like realizing one had been studying the menu of a restaurant without ever tasting the food.
Each month, like clockwork, Sesshoumaru felt as though he was under siege by an enemy force he couldn't quite see. The honeyed, intoxicating scent danced around him, stirring a deep-seated desire, an instinctual pull that seemed to mock his vow to maintain distance.
Now, every casual glance towards Kagome felt like a Herculean task. Every brush of her aroma felt like the universe playing a rather cheeky game of 'dare' with him. The fortress, with its mighty stone walls, felt increasingly like a pressure cooker. He struggled to keep his composure, his usual cool demeanor wavering under the weight of his surging emotions.
Realizing that he needed to catch his breath, Sesshoumaru slipped out. Nature, he reasoned, would surely provide an escape from all these carnal allures.
Lost in his thoughts, Sesshoumaru aimlessly wandered through the dense forest that bordered his fortress. The trees, cloaked in a thick emerald foliage, provided him with the solitude he craved. But, as fate would have it, tranquility remained short-lived.
A heartrending cry echoed from further ahead, tempting his curiosity. He followed the sound, and soon discovered a small fawn, its fragile body trapped at the bottom of a muddy pit.
Just as he was assessing how best to help, the sky ripped open, and a sudden downpour drenched everything. The rain fell relentlessly, transforming the ground beneath his feet into a slippery mess and making the task of rescuing the trapped fawn even more difficult.
Sesshoumaru cautiously approached the pit, but before he could reach out to the fawn, he was charged at by a full-grown doe. The eyes of the animal blazed with a mother's protective fury as she made repeated attempts to fend him off, misunderstanding his intentions.
Meanwhile, Kagome, while going through some scrolls pertaining information that could prove useful for her priestess training, stumbled upon an intricate seal she couldn't decipher. Realizing that its contents might be crucial and recalling Sesshoumaru's vast knowledge on such matters, she noted his conspicuous absence. Determined to seek his expertise, Kagome ventured out in search of him.
The relentless rain soon drenched her as well, making her kimono stick uncomfortably to her skin. As she neared Sesshoumaru's youki, she was greeted by the sight of Sesshoumaru locked in a standoff with a doe. From a pit next to them she heard the distraught sequels of a fawn.
With a knack for understanding the language of beasts, Kagome decided to intervene. She recognized the distress in the doe's actions. She had seen such raw fear and protective instinct before, in creatures of all shapes and sizes, including humans. Channeling her spiritual energy, a serene glow surrounded her. The doe, prepping for another defiant strut, halted mid-step, clearly thrown off by this unexpected twist. Using this moment of pause, Kagome communicated her intent to help, appeasing the mother deer's protective instincts.
Kagome approached the doe cautiously, her hands extended in a non-threatening gesture. The doe turned its head, her dark eyes meeting Kagome's with a look of confusion.
"We're not here to hurt your baby," Kagome said in a tone that was soft, but firm and laced with determination. "We're here to help."
Kagome focused on transmitting her sincerity and peaceful intentions through her aura, letting it reassuringly brush against the doe. The animal watched her, ears twitching in her direction, nostrils flaring. Kagome held her breath.
After a tense moment, the doe stepped back. Her wary eyes never left Kagome, but she ceased her defensive stance. Kagome breathed a sigh of relief; they had gained the doe's reluctant trust.
"See?" Kagome called back to Sesshoumaru, a triumphant smile lighting her face. "Sometimes, you don't need strength or weapons. You just need to show you mean no harm."
While Sesshoumaru didn't vocally concur, his look — one part "I can't believe that worked" and two parts admiration — said it all. He approached the pit, ready to lift the fawn to safety.
With the doe pacified, Sesshoumaru swiftly reached into the pit, his new arm proving its strength as he carefully cradled the fawn and hoisted it out of the pit. The relieved doe nuzzled her baby, her eyes now holding a glimmer of gratitude.
Returning to the fortress, Kagome and Sesshoumaru were soaked to the bone, their clothes clinging to them with the weight of rainwater. Their hair was plastered against their faces, rivulets of water trickling down their skin.
Kagome tried to wring out her hair, while Sesshoumaru made a swift but dignified beeline for the tatami room. Once inside, he skillfully kindled the hearth, causing the room to blush with the inviting light of the flames. It provided an immediate contrast to the storm's moody theatrics outside.
Sesshoumaru turned from the hearth, his silver hair glistening with droplets of rainwater. He swiped at his face with his hand, smearing a spot of mud across his upper lip. The effect was comically unexpected; it looked as though he was sporting a mud mustache.
Kagome's attempt at stifling her amusement was as effective as a paper umbrella in that rainstorm. She soon gave in, breaking into a fit of laughter. Her body doubled over, hands clutching at her stomach as she tried to steady her shaking frame.
And then, something magical happened. Sesshoumaru, typically as stoic as the statues in his gardens, started to laugh as well. It was a sound she hadn't heard before – deep and resonant that was as unexpected as it was infectious. It was something new and pleasantly disarming, making the demon lord seem, for a fleeting moment, endearingly human.
Her laughter died down as she watched him, a feeling crashing over her like a wave. Her heart shifted. Sesshoumaru, the man she had been trying so hard not to develop feelings for, had somehow made a cozy nook for himself in her heart's ledger.
Heart pounding, Kagome approached Sesshoumaru, her laughter replaced by a dreamy calm. As she neared him, her gaze held his, earlier levity making way for a familiar, denied anticipation. The hearth's warm glow bathed them, and everything else was forgotten in the shadows.
Seeing the mud still lingering on Sesshoumaru's face, Kagome reached out, her fingers brushing against his skin as she wiped it clean. The touch was light, almost reverent, and Sesshoumaru felt an unexpected shiver run down his spine.
"You need to get out of these wet clothes," Kagome said, her voice hoarse. "You'll catch a cold."
"Demons don't—" Sesshoumaru began to counter, before stopping himself. Realizing the opportunity he was about to ruin.
Without another word, Sesshoumaru began to disrobe, shrugging off his heavy, waterlogged garments. His well-toned chest came into view, drawing Kagome's gaze like a moth to a flame.
Overwhelmed by her feelings, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against the heated skin of his chest. The words left her before she could stop them. "How is it that you are so hot?" The unconsciously spoken double entendre mounted the tension in Sesshoumaru's loins.
Her lips traveled across his chest, exploring his warm, smooth skin. When she finally tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes commanded him. She wanted to be kissed. But Sesshoumaru, remembering his vow not to touch her, knelt before her instead. He would not break his promise. If she desired a kiss, she would have to be the one to breach their agreement.
Caught in the feeling, Kagome found herself leaning forward without a moment's hesitation, her lips finding his. The promise they had made was shattered. Now they were two kindred spirits seeking shelter in each other from the storm.
His hands traversed the path of her shapely legs, pushing the hem of her kimono up in their progression. Being too distracted by his tongue invading her mouth, Kagome didn't pay any heed to his hands until they were kneading her ass.
"Ah!" she gasped and her knees almost buckled. Sesshoumaru grabbed his arms tighter around her and allowed his throbbing cock to press against her legs, still kneeling in front of her. She had started this; she knew the consequences of her actions. Sesshoumaru didn't need to hide the evidence from her.
"Take your kimono off," he commanded gruffly, staring up in her eyes that were shaded by longing, not dissimilarly to his own.
He loosened his arms around her just enough so that she could untie her clothes. She swallowed slowly but complied. The soaked fabric tried to resist being pried from her skin, but with lust-driven determination and haste, she managed to discard them. Her bare skin glistened from rainwater in the flickering light of the flames, the rosy tips of her breasts defensively puckered into hard beads from the coldness.
A low groan was emitted from Sesshoumaru when Kagome removed the last piece of resistance, a peculiarly small strip of cloth that covered her delicate parts. A waft of her now-freed fertile scent hit Sesshoumaru like a blow from a blacksmith's hammer, forging his cock impossibly hard. He was abruptly reminded that the outcome of joining today would inescapably result in a baby. She was in the absolute peak of her ovulation.
Trying to shake his head clear from arousal and find his mental bearings, he took a deep breath through his mouth and shut his eyes from the view. It was detrimental to smell her right now. Heck, it was detrimental to have her in the proximity of any of his senses.
"Kagome…" he said, hoping that his voice didn't sound as shrill to her as it did in his own ears. His thoughts were cut off when Kagome's naked body was pressed against him and her hand unapologetically rubbed against his strained pants.
"Quid pro quo, Sesshoumaru," Kagome teased and drew abstract figures to the pillaring bulge in his groin.
Warm, thick wetness coated the front of his already rainwater soaked pants as he released a squirt of precum under her ministrations.
'Fuck,' he cussed silently. He had been too preoccupied with attending to other matters during the day that he hadn't had the time to relieve himself. Ever since their latest intimate encounter, Sesshoumaru had adopted a habit of beating his meat every day, once in the morning and a few times at bedtime. Having hoped he could've tugged a quick one out in the forest earlier, the fawn and the human spoiled any such plans. As a result, he was on a hair trigger.
He grabbed her wrist and opened his eyes. Bright amber met deep umber and the demon felt completely disarmed.
Maybe if they didn't go all the way… He could have a small taste. Just a small, tiny, minute taste.
Eagerly, he shoved his pants down and shimmied himself free of all confines of fabric. Naked as the day they were born, the demon and the priestess melted into one another. Their tongues were caught in a slippery exploration of each other's mouths as Kagome slowly lowered herself onto Sesshoumaru's lap. Her wet sex pressed against his hardness, the motion clearly intentional. It was Sesshoumaru's turn to gasp when Kagome pushed her pelvis along his steel-hard rod, varnishing it with the ambrosia that spilled from her core.
"Hnngh..!" he whined, grabbing her hips forcefully. The hand that bore the demon claws accidentally drawing few drops of blood from her skin.
"It's… it's big," she confessed, unaware and unbothered that her paramour had just inflicted small wounds on her hip. The only pain she knew was of not being currently filled to the brim by him. He looked irresistibly handsome as he knitted his brow, panting and unwittingly moaning in a state of uncontrollable pleasure. He was vulnerable in a way Kagome doubted he had ever been before. An open book she once decreed impossible to decipher, but now read as fluently as she had penned it herself.
Marveling his unfiltered reactions, she ignored his nonverbal cues to stop and continued to gyrate her slit against his pulsating cock. Streaks of murky white cum oozed out of the tip of his hardness. Kagome smirked to herself. The embodiment of perfection, divinity personified, struggled to keep himself in check.
"I want you inside me."
The sultry plea nearly broke him. He almost plunged his shaft inside her the moment she breathed the last word, but he knew he was too close. Dangerously close. At this rate, he would end up coming inside her and siring her in ten seconds flat. He was impossibly too horny to object the idea, but this was something that needed to be discussed before–
Kagome playfully nibbled his neck and positioned his cock between her legs. Starting slowly to glide down his shaft, she enveloped his tip in the searing heat and unbearable tightness of her flesh. Adjusting the angle and pulling herself off him just to plunge his swollen glands back, she teased him with the prolonged penetration.
Ten seconds was a pipe dream, Sesshoumaru realized. She wouldn't make it all the way down to the base of his cock before being filled like potter's kiln on market eve.
Allowing himself one fleeting second to fantasize about slamming her hips down and unabashedly emptying weeks and months fill of frustration inside her, he pushed her off and tipped her on her back on the floor.
He hovered above her, his silvery mane draping them behind a silken veil from the world. His hardened member bobbed up and down between Kagome's legs and spewed a few strings of his essence on her lower stomach.
Arms quivering, he stared down at Kagome and felt an uncharacteristic blush creep to his face. His vast expertise in most other things offered to be no help in love-making. Barely managing to hold back his premature ejaculation, though spilling some.
To add to his humiliation, Kagome seemed all too pleased and complacent at his plight. She bit her bottom lip and snaked a hand between their bodies. Trying to reach his tortured shaft. Her finger brushed at the tip, finding the small opening there. She rubbed the still-weeping hole and wrapped her legs around his hips.
"You are a tease," she purred devilishly. Driving Sesshoumaru in the brink of lunacy.
'Who's teasing who?' he groaned wearily, resigned to the fact that she knew all the strings where to pull him for desired effects and he didn't have a fleeting grasp on any of hers. He wasn't knowledgeable in this area. This was the first time he was feeling any of this, anything of this magnitude. To be this powerless vexed him to no end while also arousing him out of his mind.
"Kagome–" he tried again, failing miserably at ignoring her fingers that wrapped around the head of his penis. Taunting and teasing more of his cum out.
"Kago…meh…" Sesshoumaru panted and unconsciously thrusted into her hand.
'God. So good,' he ruminated while being unable to still his hips. She pulled her hand away and lifted her hips to meet his, trapping his cock between their bodies.
He was building up to his completion. Maybe after he'd properly empty himself once, he could resume the more serious discussion on the repercussions of them making love while she was ovulating. He needed to just clear his head first.
"Ahgn!" he let slip out loud when he could smell her scent intensifying. He didn't exactly know what he was doing, but somehow, he was rubbing her from a spot that made her even more slippery and wanting.
"S-Sesshoumaru!" Kagome cried beneath him, tilting her hips so that he was rubbing himself just above her entrance.
"P-Please… Please. I want… you… I want you, Sesshoumaru," she begged and tossed her head to the side, bearing her unmarked neck. He couldn't be sure if it was unintentional or if she knew of the demon mating customs, but that one simple tilt of her head triggered all his latent instincts.
She was presenting herself to be mated. To be his. Submitting to him.
Fighting the urge to mate and breed in the height of his pleasure was too much. He stopped his hips as he dipped his head down, licking her neck in the spot he prepared for marking. He used his hand to guide himself to her entrance. He knew he would cum the moment he was inside, his ability to endure worn out. The repercussions would happen. He didn't care. He wanted her, all of her. He couldn't let go off her anymore.
"Sesshoumaru-sama?" The question wasn't voiced by Kagome. In fact, it came from the doorway.
Taneiko had barged in without either of them noticing. Sesshoumaru cursed himself, for yet again, being too enthralled by Kagome, failing to notice the surrounding world and Taneiko's approaching youki.
In an instant, the mood in the room shifted. The intimacy was abruptly shattered. Kagome, a flush of mortification creeping onto her cheeks, extricated herself from beneath Sesshoumaru with a speed that belied her embarrassment.
Scrambling to gather her clothes, she fled from the room, and the cold reality of their interrupted interlude began to seep into Sesshoumaru's awareness, replacing the warmth of Kagome's touch. Overwhelmed with frustration, Sesshoumaru hastily draped himself in the damp yukata. The inebriating scent of Kagome that still lingered served as a brutal reminder of what had been in the brink of occurring.
His gaze zeroed in on Taneiko, the unassuming intruder. A low growl emanated from his throat as he swiftly closed the gap between them, his hand latching onto Taneiko's throat.
"If for whatever reason you interrupt myself and Lady Kagome once more," he threatened, his voice deadly low, "I'll have your hide on the wall of my study. I don't care if the fortress is on fire. You. Will. Not. Disturb. Us."
Squirming in Sesshoumaru's grip, Taneiko wheezed out desperately, "T-tried knocking! No one... answer...!" As Sesshoumaru eased up ever so slightly, Taneiko sucked in a deep breath, "Rin's back. Came to tell you."
Sesshoumaru blinked in confusion, momentarily loosening his hold. Seizing the opportunity, Taneiko reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, terribly crumpled piece of paper. He held it out as proof, but the only thing visible was a doodle of a smiling stick figure with the label 'Rin' next to it.
"You brought me a stick drawing to announce Rin's return?" Sesshoumaru asked, his voice dripping with disbelief.
Taneiko shrugged, looking sheepish. "I thought it'd be a good way to break the news."
Letting out a deep sigh, Sesshoumaru mentally groaned, 'I'm not equipped to handle two humans right now...'
His message delivered, Sesshoumaru finally tore away from Taneiko and raced after Kagome. He found her in one of the hallways, a visible shiver running through her as she sensed his presence. But before he could reach her, she erected a barrier that effectively embargoed Sesshoumaru from coming close to her. The inviting warmth of moments ago was now replaced by an unfathomable chill.
"I cannot trust us to keep away from each other," Kagome confessed, her voice laced with a potent mix of defeat and lingering desire. Despite her words, the yearn was still fresh in her blood.
Sesshoumaru, sensing her confusion, made a desperate attempt to sway her. "What happened in the tatami room...it will not happen again," he vowed, although the words rang hallow as similar promises had been made before. Nonetheless, his eyes were fierce, earnest, the amber gaze pleading for her to stay.
In response, Kagome slowly dropped the priestess barrier, the shimmering field of energy dissolving to let her walk towards Sesshoumaru. "Are you sure?" she asked, her gaze steady on him. His unblinking eyes held her captive.
"Yes." The word was thick in Sesshoumaru's throat, swallowed down like a hard stone.
In a swift movement, Kagome reached for the front of his robes, pulling him down to her height. She captured his lips in a kiss that was a declaration, an answer, a desperate plea all in one. The demon lord immediately responded, his arms enveloping her as he deepened the kiss. Lifting her off the floor, he pressed her back against the wall, the world narrowing down to the intoxicating taste of her lips.
Hot puffs of air moistened the side of Kagome's neck as Sesshoumaru panted against the skin there, having broken away from their kiss. The fire that scarcely had dwindled, was fully ablaze when her legs wrapped around his hips. He was ready to claim her right then and there.
But as quickly as the passion had flared, Kagome severed their connection. Drawing upon her priestess energy, she gently pushed Sesshoumaru away. A bittersweet smile danced on her lips, a poignant confirmation of their inability to keep their hands off each other.
With a sigh, Sesshoumaru acknowledged his defeat. His request was simple, his voice betraying an unfamiliar sentiment of defeat. "Wait three more days before you leave," he implored, "I need time to ensure my vassals secure the area around your village."
Sesshoumaru's gaze remained fixated on Kagome, his golden eyes holding an intensity that threatened to undo her still. His plea was as much about her safety as it was about buying time, a desperate attempt to keep her close just a little while longer.
As Kagome considered his words, raw emotion flickered across Sesshoumaru's stoic facade. A sense of resignation overcame her as she met his gaze, her heart aching at the sight of the demon lord seemingly at a loss.
Reluctantly, she agreed, nodding in affirmation. "Three days, Sesshoumaru," she stated demurely.
A spark of relief shone in Sesshoumaru's eyes, his jaw unclenching ever so slightly. Kagome could not decipher whether it was for her impending safety or for the extra time he'd managed to secure.
A/N: If you think I'm about to let them have uninterrupted sex all willy-nilly, then… You must be new to my fics, eh?