They were in the study, surrounded by the comforting scent of ancient parchment and ink. Sesshoumaru hastily lifted Kagome and placed her on top of his drawer, scattering the priced scrolls, with no regard to their worth. He was a man possessed. He didn't care.
He ripped her dress, the garment coming apart like paper beneath his claws. Her bare breasts rose and fell with each labored breath, the peaks hardened and eager for his touch.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice heavy with longing. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and they both groaned when she felt his maddened hardness press against her groin.
They had denied, resisted, and suppressed themselves for months. Their once clashing energies, Kagome's holy fuchsia and Sesshoumaru's cool youki, vibrated against each other.
Sesshoumaru's unrestrained lips found the human woman's neck, trailing down to her collarbone, and the hollow of her throat. She arched her back, her hands fumbling to untie his hakama. His eyes bled red, like those of a famished beast he was underneath his mortal visage.
Kagome felt her own power surge, a wild and untamed force. She didn't need to use a spell to command him. She wanted her mouth on his, her tongue to taste his. And then, reading the needs of her body, he kissed her, his mouth hot and urgent on hers.
With a frustrated growl, he tore the ties and shoved his hakama down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kagome moaned at the sight of his manhood – long and thick – making her inner walls clench with anticipation.
"Now. Inside me. Now," she ordered hoarsely.
Spurned by urgency, as if the world was coming to end, he rolled the hem of her dress up, fumbling to find that garment she used to shield her privates. His fingers came into contact with her bare pussy, distinctively sans the small strip of fabric.
She hadn't worn it today, why?
The answer didn't matter, his rational brain was gone, only his primal instincts remained. The demon lord growled his approval, the sound reverberating through her body. Without hesitation, he positioned himself between her legs, the swollen head of his shaft pressed against her entrance.
Kagome bit her lip and watched him with feverish anticipation, her eyes darkening with desire.
"God, I can't believe this is happening," Kagome murmured breathlessly, her nails digging into his flesh.
The feeling was mutual, he had lost count how many times he had thought about her while relieving himself.
He lifted her slightly and entered her in one fluid motion, their moans mingling as they finally became one. Kagome's hands gripped harder onto his shoulders, and Sesshoumaru's mouth latched onto hers. He was sheathed in unbearable warmth and tightness. Guttural whimpers escaped his lips and were swallowed by her. She far surpassed all the fantasies his hand had comforted him with in the loneliness of his private chambers.
He had wanted to pound her sweet, succulent pussy until dawn broke. To savor her until she begged to be absolved. But upon entering her, the already tight passageway wrapped more forcefully around his tortured cock. Her womanhood devoured him whole, pulsating and squeezing rhythmically. Her bodily reaction was accompanied by a strangled cry and convulsions that shook her whole.
She had just cum on penetration, hard.
'Fuck.' Sesshoumaru pitifully whimpered in the back of his mind. There was no way he'd be able to continuously fuck her all night, proving his unparalleled manly stamina. His balls threateningly coiled into his crotch and his own powerful release was just thrusts away.
Kagome, even though having come once, was still insatiable.
'Oh my god,' she panted as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her body trembling with pleasure.
"S-Sesshoumaru!" she gasped when she felt him moving. His thrusts were shallow and gentle, his eyes fixed on her as he watched her face contort in pleasure.
Her walls clenched and unclenched around his shaft, milking him, urging him towards his own climax.
The demon lord let out a feral growl, his hips moving with increased urgency. The drawer shuddered with the force of his movements, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Kagome's cries of pleasure only served to excite him further, and he pounded into her… an entirety of few times.
With a hoarse cry, Sesshoumaru exploded, his seed flooding her womb. Fuchsia blended into the icy-blue, twirling mightily into a mixture of royal purple, the color of nebula, the stars, the universe. They were one with each other and with the stars that flickered behind their closed eyes.
The study was filled with their ragged breathing, their half-clad bodies bathed in sweat.
Kagome rested her head against Sesshoumaru's chest, the steady beat of his heart soothing.
She lifted her head, her chocolate eyes shining with tenderness as she gazed at him. She traced the stripes on his cheek with her fingers, then moved lower to caress the arc of his lip. The redness of his eyes began to dissipate with the relief of his release.
His body trembled, his face flushed and eyes unfocused. "Kag… Kagome...I'm so... sorry," he whimpered, a mixture of bliss and embarrassment coloring his tone. What a laughable display. The greatest of all demons had managed to last all but a couple of thrusts before succumbing to his flesh's weakness.
Their breaths had yet to calm, their hearts still racing in the afterglow of their consummation. She tentatively squeezed on his harness that hadn't softened yet. Sesshoumaru hissed and reflectively thrusted forward. A mixture of her lubricants and his cum spilled out. His cock spewed the last remnants of his essence into her, throbbing violently.
Kagome sighed longingly and gyrated herself on his still-excited hard rod.
Sesshoumaru buried his reddened face into her neck, trying desperately to save himself from further humiliation of another orgasm. Crimson clouded his vision as he was immediately ready to come again even though the woman obviously craved to be more thoroughly satiated. Something he had failed to deliver on.
Just as Kagome was about to close her eyes in hope of getting profoundly fucked by Sesshoumaru's massive, cum-coated shaft, the door burst open.
Jaken stood there panting heavily. Taneiko was right behind him, a worried expression on his face.
"My lord," Jaken began, his eyes wide with panic. "The fortress, it's on fire! The rat demons have attacked!"
Taneiko shot Jaken a warning look, but the latter paid no heed. "Jaken, our master is indisposed—"
Before Taneiko could finish, Sesshoumaru, with an annoyed growl, casually flung Jaken across the room, and the poor demon crashed through the wooden wall with a loud crash. Taneiko marveled the toad-sized air ventilation. He had tried to warn the imp.
Sesshoumaru then turned back to Kagome, intent on picking up where they left off. His hand reached out to her, a silent plea to disregard the interruption.
However, Kagome, her mind now alert to reality, pushed his hand away gently. "Sesshoumaru, we need to help them," she urged, extracting herself from his embrace. There was a moment of emotional battle in his red-laden golden eyes before he relented, nodding curtly.
Swiftly, Kagome pulled on the remains of her clothes and moved to the broken wall, her gaze scanning the chaos outside. The fortress was indeed aflame, the night sky illuminated by the raging fire. The guests, caught off guard, were being attacked by the rat demons.
Taking a deep breath, Kagome stepped out of the room, her hands already glowing with priestess energy. Sesshoumaru was right behind her, donning his clothes swiftly and moving with a predator's grace. The sight of the demon lord in his full regality, ready for battle, was a sight to behold.
A determined expression on her face, Kagome looked over her shoulder. Their eyes met and a wordless understanding passed between them.
Together, they joined the battle in the courtyard, their combined forces pushing back the rat demons. Kagome, using her spiritual powers, protected the guests and assisted Sesshoumaru, whose deadly precision and ruthless power swiftly overwhelmed the rat demons. One by one, they fell, until there were none left.
Their victory was short-lived, however, as the flames continued to engulf the fortress. But with the threat of the rat demons vanquished for good, they could focus on putting out the fire and salvaging what remained of the fortress.
The night was long, filled with strain and grit. Yet, when dawn broke, the fortress, though heavily damaged, still stood.
When the last flame was extinguished and the dust of the battle settled, Kagome found Sesshoumaru gazing out at the destruction wrought upon his fortress. His stately profile was etched by the soft glow of dawn.
"Sesshoumaru," Kagome began, her voice shaky but resolute, "I must leave now. And... I won't be returning."
Sesshoumaru remained still and quiet for a long moment, the only indication of his sorrow was the slight downward curl of his lips. When he finally spoke, his voice was strained, almost broken. "Why? What is left for you there?" he demanded, his tone strident with an unfamiliar desperation.
Kagome looked into his eyes and sighed. She saw the same longing, the same hopelessness she felt. "I made a promise," she whispered, her voice barely perceptible against the howl of the morning chill.
"To Inuyasha?" Sesshoumaru questioned, his voice harsher than he intended. The mere thought of his brother brought a sour taste in his mouth. Kagome nodded, her gaze still locked with his.
"But you... we...," Sesshoumaru's words were cut off as he searched for a way to convince her. Convince her that he'd be a better provider for her. Their intimacy had been profound, passionate. A boundary had been crossed; a promise broken. Yet, Kagome seemed unfazed.
"There are worse betrayals than that of the flesh, Sesshoumaru," Kagome said quietly, her voice filled with bitter regret. "Worse would be if I… if I… fell in love with you."
Her words sliced through him like a knife. Sesshoumaru stood frozen as the truth of her words seeped into his consciousness, the pain they inflicted was sharper than any blade.
"Do you love him?" Sesshoumaru demanded to know, his fists curling into painfully tight balls.
She faltered and averted her gaze.
"I… I'm bound to him. I have a duty to him."
"Do you love him?" he repeated, his eyes blazing with an intensity that threatened to undo her.
Kagome hesitated, her lips pressed tightly together. With a heavy sigh she gave him one last look, and then walked past him without a word.
Sesshoumaru could only watch, rooted in place.
He could have stopped her, ordered her to stay. But the words that burned his lips went unspoken. He could not, would not force her. He simply watched, suspended in time and place, as Kagome walked out of his life.
As the first rays of dawn washed over the scarred fortress, Sesshoumaru was left alone, his heart filled with a longing for a woman he could never claim as his own.
A roar of frustration tore from his lips as he spun on his heel and stormed into his study. His sanctuary. His refuge. Now, it only served as a bitter reminder of her. The place where he had shared his knowledge, his secrets... his desires. His golden eyes flashed blood-red with his rage and heartache. He sent shelves of precious scrolls and texts flying, his claws slashing through parchment and wood with equal ease.
Books, ancient scrolls, priceless manuscripts, all were swept aside, torn and shredded in his blind rage. His sorrow fueled his anger and his anger fueled his sorrow, the two intertwining in a vicious cycle that saw the once serene room reduced to rubble.
Sesshoumaru's transformation was quick, evidence of his distress. His silks were replaced by fur, his form growing larger, more formidable, the embodiment of his raw, untamed power. His golden eyes shone with an ethereal light, the promise of death and destruction.
With a last look at the decimated room, Sesshoumaru lunged at the ceiling, his mighty form smashing through the stone and timber with ease, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. He took to the sky, his enormous form a shadow against the rising sun. His deafening roar echoed across the realm.
His flight was erratic, fast, purposeful. He was fleeing, not from the destruction or the chaos, but from the torturous emptiness Kagome's departure had left behind. He sought solace in the one place he hoped he could find it – the demonic realm. A place where his emotions could run wild, where his power was absolute, where he hoped he could find peace.
The air grew colder and the sky darker as he crossed into the realm of the demons. The land was wild, untamed, a reflection of its inhabitants. But for Sesshoumaru, it was home. He was still restless, the ache inside him refusing to subside. With a low growl, he threw back his head and released a blast of energy, the air rippling with the power of his youki.
Her image was etched into his mind, her scent still clinging to him. Despite everything, he knew he could never truly escape her, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
BONUS SCENE
In the corridor leading to Sesshoumaru's study, Taneiko was legging it, trying to catch up with Jaken. "Oi, Jaken! Hold up, will ya?" he shouted, his breath thickening in his haste.
Jaken, however, was barreling ahead like a runaway cart, his toad-like face set in a determined frown. "This is of utmost importance, Taneiko! The lord must be alerted at once!"
Taneiko, finally catching up, grabbed Jaken's arm, pulling him back with a yank. "Listen, mate, you don't get it, do ya? The boss is... erm... busy, like really busy, if you catch my drift."
Jaken, utterly perplexed, adjusted his Shinto hat with a befuddled expression. "I fail to see how Lord Sesshoumaru's current engagement, regardless of its nature, could take precedence over an attack on his fortress."
Taneiko rolled his eyes, realizing subtlety was lost on Jaken. "He's with Lady Kagome, and they ain't exactly playin' checkers, if you know what I mean."
Jaken's eyes widened in realization, but the urgency of his news seemed to override the implications. "But Taneiko, the fortress is under siege. We must inform Lord Sesshoumaru immediately!"
Taneiko, exasperated, tried another angle. "Look, Jaken, I get it, right? But think about it. Last time someone barged in on 'em, they nearly lost their head. And I'm quite fond of mine, thank you very much."
Jaken's resolve wavered, but the sense of duty was ingrained deep. "But the responsibility, Taneiko! The safety of the fortress..."
"Trust me, Jaken, the only thing unsafe right now is interrupting those two," Taneiko said, trying to inject some sense into the stubborn imp. "Let's just wait a tick, yeah? Give 'em a moment or two."
As they stood there, agonizing over the awkward situation, a faint rumble shook the fortress. The stone and timber seemed to shudder under the sheer force of the eruption.
Jaken's eyes went comically wide, his face paling to a sickly green. "This simply can't wait!"
The tanuki groaned. Without a moment's hesitation, Jaken bolted, heading straight towards his master's study.
Seeing the futility of detaining the short-legged imp, Taneiko followed him with a heavy sigh. It was the toad's own funeral.
A/N: I didn't want to end on a sad note, so I decided to add a scene of Taneiko, despite always making fun of Jaken, really tried to look out for him on this one.
And yeah, once again, I'm dragging behind my publishing schedule. I was SUPPOSED to post the last chapter today since it's Christmas themed, but I guess we'll be having Christmas in July. :')
Happy Holidays to everyone! Rest well, eat well and read well!
