It wasn't long before the smell of sulfur and waves of steam swirled around the priestess. All the tension from being denied release in her dream was seeping from her body. Kagome had never experienced such an intense wet dream before, and she hadn't had the chance to reflect on it until now. She blushed as her mind conjured up images of the demon lord's massive body towering over her own.
There was a time when her dreamscape only showcased light petting and chaste kisses. Ever since Rin stumbled upon her forgotten photo album containing a picture of Sesshoumaru, she couldn't stop thinking about him, even in her dreams.
Sinking down into the spring until only her nose and up were visible, the priestess tried to think of a way to distract herself from the tingling sensation returning between her legs. Peeking over at the letter that had spilled out of her bag with bars of soap and washcloths, she decided it was worth the risk to read the letter. The likelihood of him writing something that would arouse her was low.
Kagome pulled herself towards the edge and dried her hands. She broke the Western seal and was surprised to find two parchment pages. Leaning her arms over the ledge, she began to read.
Priestess Kagome,
I apologize for the delay in my correspondence. For the past several moons, I have been engaged in battle; upon my return to camp, I found many missives from Rin. One contained unusual lifelike portraits. I wish to know how such moments in time can be captured.
General Katsu has a tendency to meddle and cause trouble. That being said, he is a loyal advisor and servant to the House of the Moon. After your encounter, he spoke highly of you; how did you gain the General's allegiance?
You seem to not know your own worth, Priestess. I would not trust any other with the care of my ward. As per my orders, the lieutenant is there, but I trust you to keep her safe. I have yet to meet another female with power, loyalty, and the ability to care for others without prejudice. No other human would consider adopting an orphaned demon, yet you did. Your value is unmeasurable; no demoness compares or deserves a place in my pack.
Before you read the second letter accompanying this one, please know that my beast insisted on writing to you. I tried to control its passionate scribbling, so please forgive its crudeness.
Be well, Priestess, and do not forget to educate this one on the process of taking Photographs.
Lord Sesshoumaru
Although Sesshoumaru did not express any intense passion or longing, his sincere perception of her was enlightening. No one had ever said such things to her, not even Inuyasha. It made Kagome feel… seen.
Setting the page inside her bag so as not to get further damp from the steam, the priestess looked at the second letter. Different from the beautiful calligraphy Sesshoumaru typically had when writing, this parchment was a mess. There were ink blots all over the paper and what appeared to be an attempt to cross out some words. He really did try to control his beast.
Dearest Kagome,
The pup has sent miniature portraits of you to us. You ask not to receive our affection, yet you tease us with such images. Do you know what that does to us? At night, we dream of you wearing the green piece of fabric that barely conceals your luscious backside. We wish to sit beneath those plump thighs and rip away that blue cloth hiding your mouthwatering nectar you keep there. To touch your warm and innocent flesh. Do you taste as sweet as you smell? Such forbidden fruit calls to us to savor, to devour.
You wish to know more of our desires? We desire to provide, protect, claim, and mate.
We gladly await the day until we see you again.
"Oh my God…" The needy ache she had been feeling returned tenfold after reading the beast's words. All Kagome could think about was what it would feel like to have the demon's tongue plunge deep inside her. Was it as thick and long as she imagined?
Dropping the letter, Kagome turned around and leaned her back against the ledge while sitting on a nature shelf in the spring. The priestess's breath caught in my chest as fingers ventured down her body. She closed her lust filled eyes and stroked two fingers down her slit. So eager for this moment, Kagome's hips bucked forward.
She laid her head back as fingertips circled her swollen clit, and a shaky breath stuttered across parted lips. Kagome's mind replaced her hand with Sesshoumaru's dexterous tongue licking the folds of her sex.
"Don't stop…" Her breathy plea floated across the water as a single digital pushed inside.
It wasn't enough; her finger was too small. Sheathing two more fingers, Kagome slammed her eyes shut and envisioned the demon lord's drenched muscle plunging into her. Shimmering golden eyes stared up at her, burning with desire.
While pulling and twisting on an erect nipple, Sesshoumaru's thick tongue thrust deeper inside her. As the tip swirled and curled up, the pad of her thumb pressed on her overstimulated pearl. The combination of sensations had the priestess seeing fireworks, and she screamed out her release.
"Yes! Sesshomaru!"
Legs continued to tremble as she withdrew her soaked fingers. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
Basking in the afterglow of her climax, Kagome let out a satisfied sigh. The realization that she had just consciously masturbated to the demon lord wouldn't hit her until she made it back home.