He waited for her. The tree blossomed, and the petals fell like snow.
Sango and Miroku were there.
Sesshomaru watched as she made her way to him. Sesshomaru had a dress made for her based on what she told him that she wanted.
It was cream and form-fitting. Long-sleeved and low cut in the back and a train that trailed in the fallen blossoms.
She was beautiful.
She met him, and he took her hand.
She blushed,
Miroku performed the marriage, "Lady Kagome, do you accept this male to your heart, home, and bed?"
She blushed more, "Yes,"
"Will you forsake all others?"
"Yes,"
He then looked at Haven. "Lord Sesshomaru, do you accept this woman to your heart, home, and bed?"
"Indeed,"
"Will you forsake all others?"
"Indeed,"
"Then so shall it be," Miroku looked at Sango, "We have borne witness to the vows and mark; go and let it be known," Sango blushed and with a quicky bow from Miroku, they left the couple alone.
Sesshomaru kissed Kagome deeply, holding her close.
His hand ran down her back, his claw leaving a line in her skin.
"Sesshomaru,"
His hand ran back up, and he pushed her sleeves away,
"Here?"
He sent a blast of power. "No one will come near,"
"But here?"
"Why not here? You lived here, you died here, I married you here, why not mate with you here,"
She blushed and swallowed,
"Or do you not want your Lord husband?" He sniffed. "No, you want me,"
She tried to growl at him; all it did was make him chuckled. He then pulled out a vile from his pocket.
"You planned this," She said,
"Of course,"
"What if I said no?"
He raised an eyebrow, and she took the vile. "Demons."
She drank it, tossed the bottle, and jumped. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him, tongue to tongue. The dress was quickly shed and fell in a heap at the base of the tree.
Sesshomaru made quick work of his, and then he picked her up with a small gasp from her and pushed her against the tree.
He growled and teased her clit with his cock. "I will be rougher this time."
A blush spread across her nose.
Under the cherry blossom tree, he took her again. His cock buried deep inside her. Her wetness dripped as the vial of medication took hold of her. His deep thrust didn't hurt; she begged for more.
When he could no longer hold her, he put her down and bent her over. Her nails dug into the tree as he gripped her hips and stretched her in a whole new way.
"Please!" She called out, almost begging.
He growled and huffed as her womanhood tightened around him, to hold him, to suck him dry.
His pace picked up, his ball smacking her; the sound filled the air and drove her mad with need.
She touched herself, feeling him, their connection "Sesshomaru," She moaned, "Ah, husband,"
"Damn woman,"
Her eyes rolled. "Im, I am-
He slammed into her, feeling her walls spasm around him. Her back arched more as she called out. Her nipples were heard, and her pussy was on fire, and he was hell-bent on riding her out. So his hips moved, and she moaned, mouth wide open, trying to catch her breath, but he was so much.
He surrounded her, covered her.
"You do this to me, " He groaned, feeling his own release coming,
"Sesshomaru, please,"
"You want it, wife?"
"Sesshomaru" She dragged out his name, and his head went back as his claws dug into her flesh and his cock released.
Their need mixed and dripped down to the roots of the tree.
That night, under the cherry blossom tree, they conceived their son and set their future.
He made love to her, and in return, she loved him, and together, they created something new, something of both worlds, something powerful, something to protect.
The night Kagome gave birth, Sesshomaru brought their newborn son to the tree.
He put his hand on the tree; he could feel its life force, and it was stronger than ever.
"Thank you," He told the tree. Its branches blew in the wind as if responding to the Lord's words. Sesshomaru looked down at his beautiful son. "This place, my son, is of great importance; without it, you would not be, but because she loved me, you are now mine to protect,"
Under the cherry blossom tree, a demon Lord marked a human girl, their story unfolds, and their love blooms like that of the blossoms, with each petal a new day. In the soil, its roots grow stronger, spreading out. It becames their family tree, and under it, their family grew. A warmth within the cold, she calls this place their home.
Fin.
