Whatever feeling Kagome had been anticipating on the car ride to his place, it had not been irritation. Yet here she was, sitting in the back of Sesshoumaru's luxury town car, fuming silently. The demon had made sure to keep himself as far away from her as possible in the cramped space, not uttering a single word. To make matters worse, his phone kept going off. By the third text tone, Kagome had snapped, telling him to answer it because it was obviously something important.
Now, she was pouting while the demon beside her continued to answer texts. It was already almost eight o'clock at night—who could he possibly be talking to at this hour? A thought struck her, and she felt herself go pale. Was Sesshoumaru married? Did he have a mate? The possibility gnawed at her, and her mind raced with questions.
As his phone dinged again, she heard him growl softly as he aggressively responded to the mystery person. Maybe it was just work stuff, she tried to reassure herself. That had to be it. Stealing a glance, Kagome happened to catch a glimpse of the locked screen on his phone. It displayed a picture of a beautiful woman smiling while sitting in a flower garden. Her heart sank.
When the car came to a stop in the underground parking garage next to the elevator that led to his penthouse, Kagome didn't wait for the driver to open her door. She flew out of the car and stood with her back to Sesshoumaru, tapping her foot impatiently. Sesshoumaru, puzzled by her sudden change in demeanor, grabbed her bag and the roses before following her.
He used his keycard to open the elevator doors, and Kagome stomped inside without a word. Sesshoumaru cautiously followed her, pressing the button for the top floor, the only floor listed. The silence in the elevator was almost suffocating and Kagome's fuming was palpable.
She didn't know why she was angry. It wasn't like they were a couple. They had only just reconnected after years, or centuries apart. She had no reason to be jealous. That word had Kagome's eyes widening. Wait, jealous? No, she wasn't jealous. She was mad that he clearly had a romantic partner and had fooled around with her in a closet! Maybe this whole inviting her over for a nightcap was a ruse to get her into bed!
Sesshoumaru could feel the heat of her anger radiating off her. "Kagome," he began gingerly, "what is wrong?"
Kagome spun to face him, her eyes blazing. "What's wrong? What's wrong is that you obviously have a partner, and you still made a move on me! I saw the picture on your phone, Sesshoumaru. Why didn't you just tell me?" A faint ding sounded above them as the doors opened.
Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in surprise, then softened as he grinned down at her. He had forgotten how fiery she could be. "Kagome, you misunderstood. The woman on my phone is Rin."
Kagome blinked, her anger faltering. "Rin? As in…"
"Yes, Rin," Sesshoumaru confirmed, his voice gentle. "She likes to relentlessly check in on me. That's who I was texting."
He ushered the confused woman into his home. "I am offended that you would think I lack morals, Priestess," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he dropped his glamor and allowed his youkai to flow freely. He set his jacket, her bag and the flowers on a nearby table, then continued to follow her further into the penthouse.
Thoroughly flustered and still processing the information that Rin was alive and well, Kagome kept walking backward until her back bumped into the large kitchen island. As Sesshoumaru closed in on her, his youkai twisted and weaved around her.
"I didn't mean to insinuate—" Kagome began, trying to dig herself out of the hole she had made. Her eyes then landed on a familiar object on top of the coffee table. All the embarrassment and nervousness she felt vanished in an instant as she marched past Sesshoumaru and picked up the item.
"You must really be a fan or just a really bad stalker," she jested, waving a copy of her book at him.
Sesshoumaru felt like he was getting whiplash from how quickly Kagome's emotions were changing. It seemed that was another characteristic she had kept after all these years.
"Perhaps a bit of both," he admitted, taking a seat on the couch in front of her. Part of him was curious to see how she would react to finding out he even framed the promotional poster that came with the preordered book. "I wanted to understand the woman you've become."
Kagome's eyes softened at his words, her earlier irritation forgotten. "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," she said, gently setting the book back down. "It's just… shocking, seeing you again. I honestly don't know what to say or do."
Sesshoumaru let out a soft 'hm' and motioned for Kagome to take a seat next to him on the plush sofa. The room was filled with a comfortable silence as she settled in, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
"So, Rin is alive?" Kagome finally asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"She is," Sesshoumaru confirmed, a hint of pride in his voice. "She has her own family now."
Kagome smiled, her heart warming at the thought. "I'm glad to hear that. She was always such a sweet girl."
Sesshoumaru nodded, his expression softening further. "She still is. And she and her mate would be happy to see you again."
Kagome's eyes widened in surprise. "Her mate? Who did she marry?" She leaned toward him, practically bursting at the seams with anticipation.
Sesshoumaru took his time answering, drawing out the moment until the former priestess was practically shaking with excitement. "Your fox kit, Shippo."
What happened next had Sesshoumaru covering his ears as Kagome let out a joyous scream. She quickly muffled her excitement with her hands, but the happiness shining in her eyes was enough for Sesshoumaru to forgive the outburst.
"I will call to set up a time for you to meet them tomorrow," he said, standing and making his way over to the bar. "Until then, I still owe you a nightcap."
Sesshoumaru poured himself a glass of whiskey and turned to look back at her, raising a single eyebrow in silent inquiry about what she would like to drink.
With her hands still covering her mouth, Kagome gave a muffled, "Gin and tonic." The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins after hearing the happy news, and she was trying to calm herself before she burst into tears.
Sesshoumaru played the role of mixologist as he prepared her drink. His mind became distracted as he poured her beverage into a glass. He hoped that she would not ask any more questions regarding her companions from the past. This was his time, and he would not let it be overshadowed by his idiot half-brother and his mate.
Handing her the drink, Sesshoumaru settled back down beside her. "To your book," he said, raising his glass in a toast.
"To reconnecting with old friends," Kagome added, clinking her glass against his. Just as she was about to take a sip, she paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Well, I guess we were never really friends."
Sesshoumaru leaned back and placed an arm over the back of the couch. "Did you wish to be my friend back then?" His golden eyes remained fixed on her face, awaiting her answer.
"I guess I did," Kagome said softly, her gaze dropping to the drink in her lap. "But you were always so… So you." She made a vague gesture with her hand, indicating his intimidating presence and aloof demeanor.
Sesshoumaru gave her a small nod and took another sip of his whiskey. He supposed it would have been strange for her to approach him back then, asking to be friends or to establish any type of relationship. Even if he had desired a deeper connection with her, his answer would have likely been a resounding no. But now, things are different. He was the one at her mercy, hoping she would agree to allow him into her life beyond the confines of a phone or computer screen.
Kagome glanced up, meeting his steady gaze. "You were always so distant, so untouchable. It was hard to imagine us being anything other than what we were. A demon lord and teenage priestess displaced in time"
Together they nursed their drinks, and Kagome glanced around the open floor plan of Sesshoumaru's home. It was… strangely empty. The walls were bare, devoid of any decor, and the living room had only a couch and a coffee table. Even the kitchen seemed to lack personality, with only the basic appliances and a solitary coffee maker sitting on the counter.
"Did you just move in here?" she asked, still trying to spot any personal touches that might hint at his life.
"No," was his quick reply. He seemed to be enjoying watching her twist and turn in her seat, taking in the stark surroundings.
When it became apparent that she was now fully focused on his empty apartment, Sesshoumaru used his youkai to pull her attention back to him. The feel of a dark, warm energy grazing the side of her neck made Kagome's head snap back to look at the demon. He was watching her with those hypnotic gold eyes, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
"You seem intrigued by my home," he remarked, his voice low and smooth.
Kagome swallowed, her pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze. "I guess I was just expecting more… personal touches. This place feels so… empty."
It was becoming difficult to find words while his youkai continued to caress and stroke her neck. It almost felt like a skilled hand kneading the tense muscles.
"I would rather hear about your life," Sesshoumaru said. It was why he had brought her to his home after all.
Kagome shifted in her seat, trying to suppress the blush creeping up her cheeks at his words. A mischievous grin tugged at her lips as she pointed to the book on the coffee table. "Seems you already know everything."
Before he could respond, a brush of reiki ran along the length of his nose, feeling like a feather lightly dragging over it and tickling the tip. His nose involuntarily wiggled, causing Kagome to let out a small giggle.
So, that's how she wanted to play? Sesshoumaru downed the last of his drink and fixed her with a knowing look. "Did you ever go searching for demons in this time?"
Kagome's expression sobered slightly, though the playful glint in her eyes remained. "No. It was easier for me to keep those memories in the past. If I dwelled on it for too long, I was afraid that one day I would break." She tried to give a serious, honest answer, but it was difficult with his aura now stroking up and down her arm. "I figured if demons were still around, then they did not want to be found."
Sesshoumaru nodded thoughtfully. That was true; those still alive had integrated themselves into human society in order to survive.
"How did you find me? Were you searching?" Kagome asked, finishing her drink and flashing him a playful smile. She then leaned back and crossed her legs, her eyes never leaving his.
Sesshoumaru took a moment to collect his thoughts, appreciating her candor and the lighthearted way she navigated their conversation. It made it easier for him to relax and be himself. "I wasn't searching for you specifically," he admitted. "But I did keep an ear to the ground for any news that might lead me to familiar faces. When I came across your online presence, I knew I had to see you again."
Kagome's eyes widened with interest. "My online presence? You mean my social media and stuff?"
"Yes," Sesshoumaru confirmed. "I followed your work, your travels. It was impressive, the life you built for yourself."
Kagome's heart warmed at his words. "I had no idea. It's kind of flattering, actually."
Leaning forward, Sesshoumaru took the empty glass from her hands, purposefully allowing his fingers to brush against hers. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Kagome as his youkai wove around her hands, a sensation that was both thrilling and distracting.
He placed both glasses on the coffee table and said, "When I learned you had written a book about your work, I decided to purchase it. Not long after, I saw your post about a signing event in the city."
As his youkai flooded into her lap and down her legs, Kagome found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on their conversation. She shifted around in her seat, trying to regain her composure.
"I guess you don't need the signed copy I brought then," she said, her voice tinged with playful frustration. "It's too bad I already wrote your name in it, or I would give it to Rin."
Sesshoumaru had nearly forgotten about his signed copy. Without thinking, he immediately replied, "I still want it." His voice came out more eager than he had intended.
At that moment, Kagome realized she had gained the upper hand. She had heard the desperation in his voice and gave him her most innocent and charming smile.
Scooting a bit closer to the demon, she allowed her reiki to trace the magenta stripes on his left cheek before trailing down his neck and chest. The sensation felt like a finger with a sharp nail dragging along his skin, eliciting a nearly imperceptible hiss from Sesshoumaru as he experienced the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"How about another drink?" she asked, her voice slightly lower, carrying a husky touch to it.
She could have asked him for Bakusaiga and he would have happily given it to her.
Sesshoumaru stood up so suddenly that it startled Kagome. He quickly grabbed their glasses and rushed back to the bar, his movements unusually hurried. This time, making sure his drink was a double.
As he was pouring her drink, a surge of holy energy ran up the back of his thighs. The unexpected sensation caused him to lose control and shatter the glass in his hand, shards scattering across the bar.
"Everything alright?" Kagome called out, trying to hide the amusement in her voice as she watched him from the couch.
Sesshoumaru didn't answer immediately; he couldn't. He stared down at the mess he had made, trying to regain his composure. But another, sharper touch of reiki grazed his rear, feeling as if she had physically spanked him. The stimulation causing the front of his pants to tighten uncomfortably.
"Everything is fine," he lied, his voice strained. Glass was now all over the bar, and he was afraid that if he grabbed another glass, he might shatter it again.
Kagome couldn't help but giggle softly at his obvious discomfort. "Are you sure? You seem a bit… distracted."
Sesshoumaru took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. "I am perfectly fine," he insisted, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. He carefully cleaned up the broken glass, his movements slow and focused. His youkai swirled around him, trying to create a barrier from the provocative touches of Kagome's reiki.
Kagome watched him, enjoying the rare sight of Sesshoumaru flustered. She decided to push her luck a little further. "If you're sure you're alright, then maybe you can make my drink a bit stronger too," she teased, her voice low and suggestive.
Sesshoumaru glanced over at her, his eyes darkening. "As you wish," he replied, his voice a deep rumble. He poured another drink, this time making it stronger as she had requested. He carried it back to her, his movements controlled but the tension still evident in his posture.
He handed her the glass, their fingers brushing. This time the contact shocked through him, and he quickly sat down, trying to regain his composure.
Kagome took a sip of her drink, savoring the taste and the effect it had on her. "Thank you," she said softly. She could see the effort he was putting into maintaining his usual calm demeanor, and it made her want to break it.
"You've read my book, followed my social media, so you know more about me than I thought," Kagome said. "It's my turn to ask questions."
Sesshoumaru took a long drink, trying to calm himself for the interrogation to come. He knew Kagome well enough to understand that she would not hold back. He could feel her reiki probing his youkai, a gentle but persistent touch that sought out any cracks in his armor.
Through lowered lashes, Kagome watched him intently, her mind racing with questions. "Why did you bring me roses?" she asked, her voice soft but piercing.
The question caught Sesshoumaru off guard. He nearly choked on his whiskey, the liquid burning even more as it went down the wrong way. He set the glass down on the table, trying to regain his composure. The unexpectedness of the question had worked, and he felt his carefully constructed defenses begin to crumble.
Sesshoumaru had to undo a few more buttons on his shirt, suddenly feeling overheated. It was becoming increasingly difficult to think while her powers curled around his thighs, simulating the feel of hands rubbing up and down them. Was she trying to kill him?
"It seemed… appropriate to bring a gift," he answered, his voice strained and deep.
Disappointment was clear on Kagome's face as she turned away and took another drink. The liquid courage was working its magic, emboldening her to ask one last question she desperately needed an answer to.
Kagome had always found Sesshoumaru to be attractive—unattainable, but undeniably attractive. She had had few relationships, never going past a few months due to her busy schedule. No one had ever given her a reason to stay, had ever brought out her powers like he did. It was exciting, intoxicating even. Using her holy powers in such a salacious way was exhilarating. Would he be interested in picking up where they left off?
"Why did you jump me in the closet?"
Sesshoumaru's eyes widened slightly at the bluntness of her question. He hesitated, trying to find the right words to explain his actions. But before he could process what was happening, Kagome moved with surprising swiftness. In an instant, she was above him, straddling his lap.
The warmth of her thighs pressing against him, the heat in her eyes as she looked down at him. He could feel her reiki pulsing, mingling with his youkai in an intimate dance that sent shivers down his spine.
Kagome's breath was warm against his face, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. "Why did you jump me in the closet, Sesshoumaru?" she repeated, her voice a soft whisper this time.
Sesshoumaru had acted on impulse in that supply closet, driven by a need to feel more than just her powers against his skin. Yet, as soon as he had done so, fear had crept in, that he had overstepped, that he might have scared her off with his sudden advance.
The idea that Kagome would welcome his touch in such an intimate way was something he had not anticipated. He had always seen her as strong and independent, someone who had moved on from the past. The realization that she might reciprocate his feelings, that she too had been affected by his power, filled him with relief.
"I was afraid I had gone too far," Sesshoumaru admitted, his clawed hands gently caressing the tan thighs that kept him prisoner. The warmth of her skin under his touch was pleasurable. "That I had frightened you."
Kagome shook her head, her ocean eyes locked onto him. "You didn't frighten me, Sesshoumaru," she said, her voice coming out slightly breathy. "You surprised me, but in a good way." To emphasize her point, she sent a trickle of reiki down the open front of his shirt.
Sesshoumaru's hooded eyes took in her teasing gaze, and he decided that two could play at this game. A roguish grin spread across his face as he allowed his youkai to trail up from her ankle, slowly winding its way up her leg.
As the demonic energy reached her thighs and then ventured further, slipping under her skirt, Kagome let out a small gasp. The unexpected but delightful sensation filled her body with a heat that began to pool in her lower belly.
Sesshoumaru watched her reactions closely, the way her breath hitched and her eyes widened with surprise and pleasure. His gaze was fierce, showing a predatory hunger that made her heart race.
When his youkai discovered how wet her panties were, a thrill surged through Sesshoumaru, and he almost let out a purr of satisfaction. However, his moment of triumph was short-lived.
Kagome rocked her hips forward, pressing against his now obvious erection. Her reiki, not to be outdone, traveled down his chest, caressing his skin like a lover's touch before continuing lower. When it reached his length, it began to stroke him in rhythm with her hips.
Sesshoumaru let out a deep, guttural growl, the sound reverberating through the room. The combination of her physical movements and the ethereal touch of her reiki was mind blowing, driving him to the brink of his control. He grabbed on to her hips, pulling her even closer, his golden eyes dark with desire and need.
"Is there anything else you wish to know?" Sesshoumaru asked, his voice low and thick with barely contained lust. The corners of his eyes were beginning to tinge with red, a clear sign that his beast was trying to take over. If she didn't ask her questions now, she would have to wait until after he had thoroughly ravished her.
She paused, stilling her movements, and allowed her reiki to dissipate. Leaning back on his lap, she tapped her lower lip in mock consideration, her eyes never leaving his.
"Hmm," she mused, her voice teasing as she pretended to ponder. "There are a few things I'm curious about."
Sesshoumaru's grip on her hips tightened slightly, his claws grazing her skin as he pushed her skirt up further. "Then ask quickly," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "My patience is wearing thin."
Full pink lips parted revealing a full smile. It thrilled her to know that she had this effect on him, that she could unravel the stoic demon lord with just a few well-placed touches and words.
Small hands pressed firmly against Sesshoumaru's chest, pushing him back into the couch. Kagome's tongue peeked out from between her lips, moistening them enticingly before she asked, "If we hadn't been interrupted, what would you have done to me in that closet?"
The sound of fabric ripping echoed off the walls of the empty apartment. Kagome's skirt was suddenly torn in two, the remnants falling to the polished wood floor in a soft, rustling heap.
Kagome gasped at the suddenness of his actions, a tingle shooting through her as she felt the cool air brush against her newly exposed skin. Sesshoumaru's hands, now free from the barrier of her skirt, gripped her upper thighs possessively.
"If we had not been interrupted," Sesshoumaru began, his voice a deep, gravely growl, "I would have fucked you right there, without hesitation."
Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest as his youkai slipped under her blouse, tracing the edges of her bra. "Show me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Show me what you would have done."
Sesshoumaru reached up, burying a hand in Kagome's wavy black hair, and pulled her down into a searing kiss. He nipped, licked, and sucked on her bottom lip until she parted her sweet mouth for him. His tongue and fangs tasted and savored her like the starved demon he was. Similar to the scent of her arousal, she tasted of vanilla and cinnamon, a flavor he could not get enough of.
The hand on her thigh moved higher, stopping at the collar of her blouse. Slowly, he dragged a claw down, slicing through the fabric and the middle of her white lace bra. His youkai curled around her hips, pleading her to move them again to relieve some of the tension on his groin.
Kagome never stood a chance as his tongue dominated hers over and over again. When his clawed fingers brushed across a hardened nipple, she pulled away, letting out a strangled moan as she tried to catch her breath.
The sight she made caused Sesshoumaru to let out a loud groan. Messy ebony hair fell down her back in tousled waves. As she worked on unbuttoning his shirt, her mouth remained parted, swollen rosy lips still glistening from their kiss. His large hands caressed her full breasts, testing their impressive weight as his thumbs rubbed circles around the dusty pink peaks. All the while, her hips rocked against him, driving him wild.
Finally, his red-hazed eyes found her shining sapphire ones, half lidded and full of desire. Sesshoumaru's hands slid from her perfect breasts down to her waist, gripping her firmly as he helped guide her movements.
Kagome's breath hitched as she felt the hard length of him pressing insistently against her core. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple and twitch under her touch as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders.
Deciding it wasn't fair that Sesshoumaru was still wearing pants, Kagome latched onto his belt, her fingers deftly working to undo the buckle. She pulled the strip of leather away with a swift motion, her breath hitching in anticipation. Just as she unbuttoned his pants and grabbed the zipper, Sesshoumaru's youkai began to stroke her clit over her damp underwear.
The added pressure was jarring, causing Kagome to toss her head back and cry out. Her hips bucked forward instinctively, seeking more of the delicious friction. With every probe of his power, the speed of her movements increased, her body responding eagerly to the sensual assault.
Sesshoumaru watched her, his eyes now completely crimson. He could feel her arousal soaking through her underwear, the fabric clinging to her in a way that made his own need even more potient.
With a snarl of impatience, Sesshoumaru hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, tearing them away with a single, fluid motion. The sight of her bare and glistening for him had his fangs aching and mouth watering. He shifted, helping her to slide his pants down, his erection springing free, hard and ready.
Kagome's eyes widened at the sight before her. She was no virgin, but she had never encountered a male's appendage quite like Sesshoumaru's. Not only was it impressively long, but it was also thick, with dark colored veins running along the flushed skin all the way up to the red, weeping, mushroom-shaped tip.
Tentatively, she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she wrapped them around his length. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and she began to stroke him slowly, savoring the feel of his hardness under her touch.
As she moved, she could feel his youkai continuing to tease her clit. Determined to match his intensity, Kagome allowed her reiki to flow through her hands, amplifying the pleasure she was giving him. The holy energy crackled between them, heightening every touch, every stroke.
"Sesshou… I don't think I can wait much longer." Her admission came out between breathy moans.
Her words were all the encouragement Sesshoumaru needed. His strong hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly. Kagome's shaking hands found purchase on his broad shoulders as he positioned her dripping folds over his pulsing length.
Predatory eyes locked onto hers, silently seeking permission to continue. Instead of answering verbally, Kagome took the initiative and slowly lowered her body. It took more pressure and effort than she anticipated just to breach her entrance, the sheer size of him daunting.
Kagome attempted to lower herself further, but she was so tight that it was difficult to accept him past the bulbous tip. Sensing her struggle, Sesshoumaru moved to assist. He took one pert nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it while his hand came up to pinch and twist the other. The dual sensations began to work their magic, her body relaxing under his skilled ministrations.
With each brush of sharp fangs, lap of his rough tongue, Kagome's muscles loosened, allowing his inhumanly thick cock to slide deeper into her weeping core. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her in a way she had never experienced before.
"Oh, gods," she moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to the delicious sensations. "Sesshoumaru…"
He growled in response, his eyes never leaving her face as he continued his sensual assault on her breasts. His hand gripped and claws scraped the sensitive mound.
Kagome's hips began to move of their own accord, rising and falling in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Each movement brought him deeper inside her, the friction sending waves of euphoric bliss through both their bodies. Sesshoumaru's hands returned to her waist as he popped the abused nipple from his greedy mouth and guided her movements.
The room was filled with the sounds of sex. Breathy moans, harsh growls, and the wet, slick sounds of their bodies moving together. Kagome's fingers dug into Sesshoumaru's shoulders, her nails leaving marks on his skin as she rode him.
A few more well-timed thrusts of his hips had Sesshoumaru buried to the hilt inside Kagome. The tight squeeze of her slick, hot core around him made him still, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control. His grip on her waist was firm, ensuring she wouldn't move as he took a moment to savor this incredible moment. Every muscle in his body was taut, his mind consumed with the way her petite body molded to fit him perfectly.
Kagome watched him, the sight of Sesshoumaru utterly lost in the feeling of being inside her, was entrancing. She could feel every throb, every twitch of his arousal, making it difficult to remain still.
Slowly, Sesshoumaru opened his bloodshot eyes, his gaze locking onto hers with a possessive heat. His hands caressed her waist, his thumbs brushing gently against her skin. "Kagome," he murmured, his voice oddly tender.
The way he said her name took Kagome's breath away. No one had ever looked at her the way he was right now, it made her heart ache.
Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth and softness of his mouth against hers. She lingered there for a moment before whispering against his lips, "Move."
Sesshoumaru's hands moved up her sides, tracing the gentle curves of her body with a tenderness that belied the raw passion simmering just beneath the surface. His touch was burning, leaving a trail of heat wherever his fingers brushed her skin. He began to move again, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one drawing a soft moan from her.
Kagome clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she matched his rhythm. The friction between them was exquisite, every movement driving her closer to the edge. Each thrust sent a tidal waves of pleasure radiating through her body, making her feel more alive than ever before.
Suddenly, Sesshoumaru's movements grew more insistant, his hips thrusting up to meet hers with increasing need. His hands roamed her body, caressing her back, her hips, her thighs, as if he couldn't get enough of her. Kagome's cries filled the room, mingling with his deep groans, creating a symphony of shared passion.
As the pace quickened, Kagome could feel the tension building within her, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. Sesshoumaru's youkai sought out her clit once more, stroking it in perfect time with their bodies. The added stimulation sent her spiraling, her body responding eagerly, her muscles tightening around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust.
"Sesshoumaru," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea as she looked down at him, her raven hair becoming a curtain hiding their faces . "I can't... I'm so close..."
Sesshoumaru's grip on her hips tightened, his claws piercing her skin just enough to draw droplets of blood. "Yes, Kagome," he growled, his face contorted as he snarled up at her. "Come for me."
His words were her undoing. With a strangled cry, Kagome's body tensed, her reiki flaring as she was consumed by her climax. The intensity of her orgasm was overpowering, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her muscles convulsed around him, squeezing and pulsing in an erratic rhythm. Sesshoumaru continued to plunge into her gushing sex, prolonging her climax with each powerful thrust.
"More," he demanded, his voice a rough whisper. He angled his hips to hit deeper, finding a spot that made her cry out louder, her nails dragged down his back leaving long red marks.
When her body finally relaxed around him, Kagome found herself being effortlessly lifted and carried out of the room. The sudden movement made her wrap her arms and legs tightly around him, clinging to his strong, muscular form. Sesshoumaru's pace was unhurried as he brought her to his bedroom.
He pried her off his body with surprising gentleness, laying her down on the soft sheets of his bed. Kagome watched with bated breath as he turned on a lamp on the nightstand, the warm light illuminating the room and casting shadows that danced across his chiseled form.
For the first time, Kagome could fully appreciate the demon in all his naked glory. His long, silver hair flowed over his shoulders, framing his striking features. His crimson eyes, locked onto hers with a hunger that made her wet all over again. The magenta stripes on his cheeks, wrists, and hips were jagged and more vivid in the soft light, a stark reminder of his demon heritage.
Her eyes roamed over his body, a masterpiece of raw strength and elegance. From his broad shoulders to his thick waist, every inch of him exuded power. His muscular arms rippled with every movement, and Kagome couldn't help but marvel at the sheer perfection of his form. Her gaze traveled lower, taking in the sight of his impressive length, still hard and glistening from their earlier actions on the couch.
"You are exquisite," he purred in a low, seductive rumble. He climbed onto the bed with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. He positioned himself between her thighs, his hands sliding up her legs, spreading them wider to accommodate him.
Kagome bit her lower lip as his hands traveled up her inner thighs, his youkai flowing close behind. Sesshoumaru's gaze was intense, almost feral, as he took in the sight of her laid out before him, her chest rising and falling with every short breath.
"I wish to taste you," he proclaimed darkly. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "All of you."
Kagome's heart pounded in her chest, her body arching towards him in anticipation. "Yes," she said, practically moaning out the word.
Sesshoumaru's hands continued their exploration, caressing her soft, plush skin. He lowered his head, pressing soft kisses along her stomach, hips, and inner thighs, moving tantalizingly slowly toward her core. Kagome found herself moaning softly, her hips lifting towards him, seeking his touch.
When he finally reached her center, his breath was hot against her most sensitive area. His long tongue flicked out, tasting her, and Kagome's back arched off the bed, a cry escaping her lips. Sesshoumaru took his time, exploring her with his mouth and tongue, each skilled stroke driving her closer to madness. His tongue teased her clit, swirling and flicking, while his lips sucked gently.
Kagome's hands tangled in his hair, her fingers tightening when his youkai began to play with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between invisible fingers. "Sesshou…," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Please… I need you."
His response was immediate. He shifted, sitting up on his knees and turned her onto her stomach. He pulled her up on all fours, positioning himself behind her. Kagome whined when she felt the tip of his length press against her entrance. Sesshoumaru paused for a moment, taking in the erotic sight of the former priestess on her hands and knees, begging for his cock.
"You look perfect like this," he growled approvingly. "Ready for me. Needing me."
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Sesshoumaru entered her, savoring the way her body yielded to him, stretching to accommodate his size once more. He set a slow, torturous pace, each movement measured, making her feel every inch of him.
Kagome's fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The feel of him inside her was divine—the fullness, the heat, the way he stretched her just right. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he moved within her, touching places no one else had before.
"Faster," she moaned into the bed. "Please…"
But he didn't heed her words. If anything, he moved even slower. She wanted to scream, to thrash her body around until he pounded her into submission. The brush of youkai against her inner thighs gave her an idea, one she was sure would work in her favor.
Oblivious to the small woman's plans, Sesshoumaru continued to admire the way her swollen lips greedily sucked him in. "This is what I wished to do to you in that closet. To fuck you like—"
His words faltered when he felt Kagome's reiki curl up his thighs. It ascended higher until it reached his heavy balls, caressing them with a feather-light touch that had the demon bucking his hips involuntarily. She increased the pressure, giving them a gentle squeeze, and he roared. That's when Kagome knew she was about to get what she wanted from him.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Kagome pushed back against him, meeting his slow thrusts with her own eager movements. The combination of her reiki and the tight grip of her body around him drove Sesshoumaru wild. He could feel his control slipping, the primal need to dominate and claim her surging to the forefront.
Sesshoumaru's grip on her hips was now bruising, his claws digging into her. "You want it faster?" he snarled down at her.. "Then you shall have it."
With a fierce growl, Sesshoumaru changed his pace, thrusting into Kagome with renewed fervor. The slow, torturous rhythm was replaced by powerful, deep strokes that sent her upper body falling onto the bed. Kagome cried out, lifting her ass higher to try to take more of him.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru!" she screamed, her voice breaking with each thrust. "Just like that!"
His movements became even more relentless, his hips driving into her with a force that soon left her unable to speak. Sesshoumaru's youkai flared, wrapping around her clit, breasts, and neck, sending pulsating waves of energy through her body. The added stimulation pushing her closer and closer to the edge much faster than she anticipated.
He leaned over her, his chest nearly touching her back, his body a solid, comforting weight. His thrusts were deep and rapid, each movement driving him further into her tight heat. As she clenched around him, fangs found exposed skin on her neck and clamped down, keeping his bitch in place as he sought out his own release he had pushed back for so long.
A large hand shifted one of her legs to open herself further for him. When he did, the tip of his cock hit a hidden place deep inside her, making Kagome choke out a sob. A few more well-placed thrusts and she was done for. This orgasm, more intense than the previous one, caused her vision to go dark before it was replaced with stars. She faintly heard a sobbing sound, only to realize it was her own voice, begging Sesshoumaru for more or to stop—she wasn't sure.
The clenching and spasming of her walls drove Sesshoumaru over the edge with her. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside, his cock throbbing as he spilled into her. The sensation of her tight, pulsing core milking him dry was wonderous. He roared in satisfaction against her neck as he filled her with his demonic seed.
They stayed locked together, their bodies trembling as they rode out the waves of their shared climax. Sesshoumaru's breath was hot and moist against her skin, his heart pounding in time with hers. Slowly, he released his jaws from her neck, licking the small puncture wounds he had made, soothing the sting with his tongue.
The rest of Kagome's body collapsed onto the bed, she was utterly spent, yet deeply satisfied. Sesshoumaru followed her down, rolling to the side and pulling her into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as their breathing gradually returned to normal.
"Are you alright?" Sesshoumaru asked between unsteady pants, his voice filled with concern. He had not intended to allow his beast to go as far as it did, treating the petite woman as if she were a demoness.
Kagome nodded and turned to snuggle against his chest, her eyes closed as she savored the warmth of his embrace. "I'm more than alright," she whispered, a contented smile on her lips.
Just as the two began to relax and bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking, the sound of a cell phone ringing in the living room startled them. With a growl of annoyance, Sesshoumaru released Kagome to get up but was stopped when a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Are you seriously going to answer a call right now?" Her irritation was written all over her face. But it was difficult for him to take her seriously when she was still naked in bed with his seed running down her legs.
"It is Rin. If I do not answer, she will just continue to call until I do." As much as he loved his daughter, she was a real mood killer.
With a huff, Kagome let him go, watching his firm, round ass as he walked out the door before reaching for the quilt at the end of the bed and covering herself. She could hear him growling into the phone in the other room, and she couldn't help but laugh at the situation.
"I do not know, Rin!" Sesshoumaru stepped back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. With a dramatic sigh, he turned to Kagome and asked, "She wishes to know if you liked the roses."
This only made Kagome laugh harder. "Yes, I did like the roses."
"She said that she liked—Well if you heard her then I am hanging up. I will call back tomorrow." He dropped the phone on the nightstand and fell back onto the bed, reaching over to pull the giggling woman to his side.
"If it was not for Rin downloading those ridiculous applications on my phone, I would not have found you in this time." His soft admission had Kagome sitting up and looking down into golden eyes.
She placed a hand on his cheek and began to trace his marking, she remarked, "I am thankful she did. Running into a demon from my past was not on my bingo sheet this year."
Having no idea what she meant by that, Sesshoumaru let out a low, amused hum and pulled her closer. "Rest. We will see our children tomorrow."
The way he spoke so casually about Rin and Shippo being theirs had Kagome's face flushing. She hadn't thought of what would happen after tonight, but the idea of seeing Sesshoumaru again was definitely something she wanted to do.
Before she could get comfortable, Kagome leaned over the large demon to turn off the lamp. She had almost flipped the switch when she saw something hanging on the wall. It was the only decoration she had noticed in his home.
"Sesshoumaru, why do you have a poster of me on your bedroom wall?"