Please don't get me wrong.

Slowly he shed her clothes as if he was trying to imprint the feel and the look of her into his mind.

Kagome knew without a doubt that this was a one-night stand. It wasn't a weakness on either of their parts, as he once might have said. No, it was a simple choice. Neither had raging hormones they could not control. There wasn't this long built-up lust or tension. No, they were im complete control.

Was it a mistake, maybe?

Would she have done this with anyone else? No.

She was shy, looking away as he stood to look at her body. She was a woman. Her breasts were fuller, her legs quiet tone but not overly so. She was long and lean. Though she used her arms from her bow and her power, they were not overly built, quite tiny. His hand could go around her arm.

She was pretty as far as human women went, and he had seen many.

Kagome wasn't vain. Or greedy.

He removed his clothes slowly, one layer at a time. She didnt look at first, but then her eyes glided to him.

Just as his face was pretty, so was his body. She could not help that her face held a blush. His tone chest, his striking markings that went down, way down.

She wondered for a moment how many women got to see him like this.

Their eyes met, and he moved back to her, wrapping an arm around her. She didnt know what to do, so he would lead. Her body was cold compared to his, and while she knew he was taller, she didnt realize how tall till she was pressed against him.

He lowers his mouth to hers, trying to calm her racing heart.

She tried not to think about how her friends would react; she didnt need to because they would never know about this. Sesshomaru pushed her back and laid her down. He had to do this the best way, for he was going to hurt her, and there was no way around that. As much as he wanted to bend her over, to pick her up he knew this little human would be shy. It was too bad that this was going to be a one-and-done kinda deal. Perhaps they could do it again, just so he could get in all kinds of positions. Make her submit in ways she never did before.

But she wants a whore, nor would he treat her as such. If she came to him wanting, he wasn't sure he would deny her.

He was over her, his hair to one side. She was calm, yet he could feel the vibration of nervouses from her. He kissed her again as his hand ran down to her body. She arched into his touch, and her legs spread slightly as the hand went lower, but he was teasing. His fingers trailed over her skin, circling the part of her in need.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, "Sesshomaru."

He smirked, and then his fingers ghosted over her womanhood like a feather, and her hips arched.

He was the master of torture, after all, but then his two fingers dove in. She arched, her head going back and groan coming up. He lowered his mouth and sucked her exposed neck, kissing down to her thrusted forward breast. Her hands dug into the sheets. His thumb found her sweet spot, and he played it, not losing the rhythm of his finger thrust.

Her breasts were soft and warm. He growled, biting the nipple, leaving a small mark.

He took his fingers out; she was wet enough. He grabbed his cock, coating her juice over it and then rubbed his need against her own. She was flat against the bed now, looking at him. Waiting for the moment. But just as before, he teased. Rubbing till he hit that pearl of need. She could tell his head was quite big, and she swallowed.

"Sesshomaru," She whispered calmly.

Teasing done, his hips flexed, and he pushed forward. Her barrier was just as strong as her powered one. But just as he could break that one, he would break past this one.

"Breath," He told her, seeing her holding her breath.

She let out a breath, and his hips flexed again. He was leaning off her, and she looked down; her eyes widened, and then she closed them as his girth spread her. It hurt like fire, but at the same time, it felt so complete.

She was tight, his cock was being squeezed, and he could not wait to start moving, but he had to wait for her to adjust, and she could not do till he was deep within her. Till he reached her womb.

Slowly and with a grunt of his own, he met that and stilled. She noted he was breathing a little heavier than normal, too; her eyes looked at his face, his open mouth, his fangs. She wondered, had he ever had a virgin before? Well, definitely not a human one. He could read her and knew what she was thinking. "Dont look at me like that," He said. "You are very tight; one would think you do not plan to release me,"

He didnt think she could blush any more than she was already, but she did, in fact, blush more.

"I um-"

He leaned down, kissing her again, but was sure not to put all his weight on her. He made his first real thrust into her, and her body tensed and sucked him. It was an amazing feeling for him; she, on the other hand, winced. He stilled. He decided he would allow her to do something no other had the pleasure of doing.

He rolled, not breaking their contact. She now dominated him. Her hair was wild, her cheeks were flustered, and her hip met hip.

He smirked and jolted his hips, grabbing her ass."This will be best for you, Miko,"

He wanted her to do the work? She swallowed, and his hands moved to her hips, and he squeezed and pulled on them. Kagome gasped and fell forward. Her hands went to his chest, and she realized this hurt less, and so with his help, she moved and danced.

She got braver, and his hands ran up and down her body. He liked the shy way she moved, so uncertain. He watched wild satisfaction as she tried to find a rythem that worked for her. Good for her too.

She needed and he was there to give, but he would get his.

Kagome finally found it. Her womanhood rubbed agiast him, her walls stayed clamped till she figured out how to move up and up. Her eyes closed, her breath came in heavy waves, and he concentrated on her face. He watched her shoulders tighten, and then he felt it, her walls squeezing even more. His hips moved to help her, his hands slid back down to her ass, and then he growled and purred with pleasure. This tiny female eating him up.

Her mouth dropped open as her first wave of pleasure and release rolled over her. It was small; it was her body's first, it didnt know what to do. Her womanhood became wetter, and he decided to ride that wave. Gripping her ass, "Hold on," She put her arms around his neck, and he stood up. He lifted her, kissed her, took her. His arms flexed as he moved her body over his shaft. She was so light, it was easy. His pace was much faster, but he did not thrust as hard as he wanted, but she was tight. He didnt need to.

Their kiss became stronger, faster, needy till he broke it and rolled his head back and released. His cock was deep, his tip at her womb. His cum was hot, and she gasped at the feel of his orgasm. He squeezed her bottom and held her down tightly.

When he was done, he looked at her as she panted, her eyes heavy with lust.

He licked her lips and purred in satisfaction.

A demon just took the virginity of a maiden and he would imprint this night in his brain never to forget it.