Flamingo
Summertime was unbearable, both in the modern era and through the well. The only way Kagome had learned to cope with it in all the years of shard-hunting was by taking a quick afternoon dip in a lake not far from Kaede’s village. It was the very lake where she’d had her first bath in the Feudal Era, after that fateful fifteenth birthday.
Now, Kagome was almost twenty, a few inches taller, and had gone up a cup size since that day. Unfortunately, the only person that seemed to notice in all that time was the ever-perverted monk of their odd little troupe, Miroku. Inuyasha showed little to no reaction to it over the years, despite her trying to flaunt herself in subtle ways—a coy glance here, a lingering touch there. Though, admittedly, subtleties weren’t exactly the half-demon’s strong suit.
She grumbled as she got dressed that morning. She hastily slipped on a pair of yoga pants and a loose white shirt made of a billowy thin material. It felt cool and didn’t cling to her when she was sweaty—ideal for her summer ritual. Kagome had already put on her swimsuit and sprayed a layer of sunscreen over her skin; it left her smelling like banana and coconut, with a soft sheen on her slightly-tanned body.
Finally, she grabbed a bag with her towel, sunglasses, and a romance novel (something trashy with a picture of two long-haired, overly-muscled men on the cover), as well as her yoga mat (she was getting better at it), and Kagome set off towards the lake.
o0o
Yoga was another thing Kagome liked to do lately. She found it gave her a bit of clarity, a peace of mind. It even seemed to help her priestess abilities, both making them more powerful and easier to control. Yoga became a morning and evening ritual for her. Shippo would sometimes join her for the easier poses, but Miroku would be forbidden to watch by Sango—so now, most of the time, Kagome went off alone to practice them.
She found a nice spot in the sun to lay out her mat, a nice, grassy patch just off the shore. Taking a deep breath, Kagome started simple, closing her eyes and letting the sun warm her face.
She started with the child’s pose, kneeling with her arms outstretched towards the edge of the mat. She stayed there for a little over a minute before slowly coming out of it, moving herself into the easy pose, where she sat on her bum with her legs crossed and her back straight. Again, she closed her eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath, resting her wrists on her knees.
Once she was satisfied, she began more challenging poses—some standing, some sitting. At one point, she took off her loose-fitting top so it wouldn’t get in the way. That was when she felt a presence, a prickly aura somewhere off in the distance.
Kagome reached out with her own aura experimentally, gasping when she felt how powerful the opposing energy was against hers.
A demon, she realized, somewhat panicked. There was a demon watching her.
She didn’t sense any threat from them, just a mild curiosity. Kagome also couldn’t see them, but she knew they were somewhere across the small lake as she scanned the shoreline and the trees beyond.
Cautiously, Kagome continued with her poses, keeping one eye open as she balanced...
o0o
Sesshomaru glided over the treetops, watching the world float by with boredom. He was frustrated—those in his life had hardly noticed he’d grown his arm back. Not that he needed or cared for any recognition of it, of course—that was beneath him. A demon like him did not require praise, and never would. That being said…
Regrowing a limb took considerable effort, and yet the only people who’d taken notice of it were Rin and Jaken. Both the human girl and the imp had fallen over themselves in amazement, as they usually did, and that’s what cheapened the effect their praise had on him. No, Lord Sesshomaru wanted to see the look on his idiot half-brother’s face when he saw his newly-grown arm.
Only…
The bastard never noticed. None of his group had noticed. Granted, Sesshomaru had been standing far away from them, and he’d been wearing his usual robes with the dramatic sleeves—perhaps it was to be expected. But then, the next three times they came across each other, Inuyasha and the others still hadn’t noticed, and he and Inuyasha had even battled on that last time. And still, nothing.
Sesshomaru bristled. It wasn’t like it mattered. It wasn’t like he cared that anyone saw his impressive feat. There wasn’t anyone specific from his brother’s group he wanted to know he had two arms again—certainly not any loud-mouthed, cheeky priestesses.
Decidedly not.
The wind kicked up as he floated, and the warm summer breeze carried a mouth-watering scent. How annoying.
She was near.
With an exasperated sigh, Sesshomaru set off in the direction of the scent—of cherries and cream. It smelled maddeningly delicious today, as if the hot weather were amplifying it somehow, and he didn’t know if he wanted to lick her or eat her whole. Perhaps both.
He landed on a forest path not far away from the source of her scent, slowly approaching it while hidden. There was water nearby, and as he made his way towards the clearing, he saw the crystal clear lake. Even for a demon, the cool water looked inviting. He wondered if the human priestess was swimming, and his golden eyes scanned the water for her, only mildly wondering if she were nude.
But no, he saw her off the shore and up on the grassy area by the water, holding a strange pose. Curious, Sesshomaru watched as she held it for some time, and then switched to another, then another… His brother’s priestess also wasn’t wearing her strange garb this morning. In fact, as he recalled, she hadn’t worn it in quite awhile, adopting other odd garments to wear.
Today, it was a pair of black pants that clung to her body in a way that made his hands want to cup her shapely backside. It struck him just how long her legs were, as well, and he could easily imagine them around his waist. The top she wore was white and loose, and she’d tied a knot in the hem off to the side, presumably to keep it from inhibiting her strange ritual. He huffed at the ill-fitting top, as it hid the rest of her body from him.
And then…
And then…
The priestess removed the top, throwing it to the messy heap of her belongings. The garment underneath (if one could even call it that) was barely two scraps of fabric, joined together by some kind of cord or string—and it was all dyed the brightest pink the demon lord had ever seen. The color was lovely on her lightly tanned skin, and the beauty of her form had his jaw slack, almost gaping. Her hair was tied up in a messy, but appealing way that frustrated him. And now that he was closer to her, there was something different about the way she smelled, something sweet and tropical that almost seemed… artificial. It wasn’t unpleasant, though. Just the opposite, even. It made his mouth water all the more.
The priestess looked up from her task, visibly jolted by something nearby. Sesshomaru cursed himself. He had allowed himself to become distracted, of all things, and he hadn’t masked his aura. Of course even a young, unpracticed priestess like herself would sense his immensely powerful presence if it were left unchecked.
Found out, Sesshomaru didn’t show himself (yet), while also maintaining his calm. There was no reason to frighten her with a flare of his strong aura—she was already well-familiar with it, the demon lord knew.
He could tell she was trying to look for the source of the demonic energy, her blue eyes narrowed in concentration they swept over the treeline. After a long moment, she went back to her ritual, posing with a foot drawn up and flat against her thigh. She placed her palms against each other, as if in prayer.
Silently, Sesshomaru stepped forward…
o0o
When Kagome saw who was coming out of the forest, she made a sharp intake of breath. If she allowed herself to become scared, she would probably fall into the lake and look like a complete idiot. She cursed herself for not bringing her bow and arrows, but it was always pretty safe in the area around Kaede’s village. She had never anticipated this, she had never expected…
Sesshomaru.
While his relationship with Inuyasha was volatile at worst and neutral at best, Kagome noticed his casual indifference towards her and the rest of the group. In fact he barely regarded them at all, but Kagome had to remind herself that they were enemies. Indirectly, but enemies nonetheless. The demon lord had never even looked her way since the day they met, at the Great Dog Demon’s grave.
But their eyes met now, and the intensity of Sesshomaru’s golden eyes was almost too much for her, even from across the lake. Kagome swallowed nervously. If he had come to kill her, or hurt her in some way, he would have done it by now—wouldn’t he? The way he was looking at her right now sent shivers down her spine, even in the hot summer sun.
The knowledge that he’d been watching her do her yoga (and had likely been there the entire time, before she realized someone was there) had her face reddening in embarrassment and self-consciousness. What must he think of her?
Sesshomaru merely stared, unblinking, from across the water.
Again, Kagome swallowed, but she squared her shoulders and kept up her work, determined to push herself on the more advanced pose she’d been trying to perform recently—the king dancer. With a deep breath, she brought her left leg backward and up, with her toes pointed up into the air. Her arms reached back towards her foot and grabbed at it with her hands, back arching into the pose. Kagome focused and planted her standing leg into the ground, keeping her balance. For a second, she swore she heard Sesshomaru make a sound, almost like a purr. But it was gone as soon as she heard it.
Kagome locked eyes with him, still holding her foot behind her head. She thanked the gods for her balancing abilities today. It would have been so humiliating to fall in front of the elegant demon lord. She blushed again, but for an entirely different reason.
Kagome had always considered Sesshomaru the most beautiful person she’d ever seen, man or woman. She had tried to fight it when she was younger, but everytime she saw him now, he took her breath away. It was easy to appreciate his looks when his ire wasn’t directed at her—and she knew it was wrong, she knew Inuyasha would be furious at the notion, but Kagome couldn’t help herself. There were times she dreamed of him, both at night and when she was distracted during the day—once she had almost walked into a tree from being so engrossed in her thoughts, but she was saved by Sango at the last second, who questioned Kagome’s sanity after the incident.
She didn’t dare share her thoughts with her demon slayer friend. It was bad enough she had complained about Inuyasha so much in her younger days, and there was no telling what Sango would do if Kagome started talking about her attraction to the other inu brother. It was a crazy notion, after all.
Though, the way Sesshomaru was staring at her now, Kagome had her doubts.
She gently released her foot and slowly lowered it down to the mat, finishing her routine. Carefully, and keeping eye contact with the powerful demon lord, Kagome began to peel her yoga pants off her legs, showing off the rest of her bikini. Again, she swore she heard a slight purr.
She tossed the pants to join her other things, and then began daintily stepping towards the water, cautiously walking on rocks, and then soundlessly wading through the clear, rippling water. Kagome sighed at the pleasant coolness of the water on her heated skin, and then dove down into the depths. The fish seemed to be hiding for the time being, probably due to Sesshomaru’s intense aura, and that suited Kagome just fine.
When she surfaced, she turned to see that the demon lord had disappeared from the treeline. Kagome made a slight whimper of disappointment, but it died in her throat once she saw his armor and boa discarded not far from where he’d been standing…
...as well as his clothes.
Her eyes widened, and she searched the surface of the water for him, looking for air bubbles or movement. Her heart was pounding so hard she briefly wondered if it could be heard all the way back in the village. Is he really about to swim with me? Kagome asked herself, biting her lip. She glided over to a rock in the middle of the water, resting a hand on it as she waited for Sesshomaru to reappear.
Something touched her hair, startling her so much that she swatted at it, thinking it was a bug. But her hand met clawed fingers, and her hair tie that had been cut in two. Kagome whirled around, her wet hair now loosened from its messy bun. She ran her fingers through it, letting it fall about her shoulders.
“Um, hi,” she greeted pathetically.
If it were even possible, Sesshomaru looked even better wet. He stared back at her blankly, citrine eyes blinking slowly. His own hand joined hers on the rock, not far away from each other. Kagome realized this was probably the closest she’d ever been to Sesshomaru, and she gulped.
“I… Am I in your way, Sesshomaru?” she asked. “I’ll leave, if that’s what you want. I was done here anyway.” Kagome realized something then, looking at his hands. Hands, she thought. Plural. “Hey! You have your other arm now. How long has it been like that?”
The demon lord looked at the arm in question, resting upon the rock, “A while.”
Kagome laughed awkwardly, “That’s kinda funny I haven’t noticed. I don’t think Inuyasha’s noticed either—though that’s not really surprising.” She added the last part bitterly, but she was surprised to find it made Sesshomaru chuckle.
“It… really isn’t,” he offered, with the bare hint of a smile.
She shrugged, “I guess you could take it as a compliment.”
He looked at her, quirking an elegant eyebrow, “How so?”
“Well, it means you were doing with one arm that most demons couldn’t do with two,” Kagome told him. “You’re probably the strongest demon we’ve ever faced, Sesshomaru, if the opinion of a humble priestess is worth anything to you.”
“Hn,” was all he said in response, but she could see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
“I said that once in front of Inuyasha—about you being strong—and he didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day,” she recalled with a laugh. “But deep down he knows that. We all do.” When he didn’t reply, Kagome tilted her head, “So you never answered me before: am I in your way? Would you like me to leave?”
Sesshomaru shook his head, “Stay. I interrupted your strange prayer ritual. Is that something priestesses do? I am unfamiliar.”
She looked back at her mat, then met his eyes again, “Oh, you mean the yoga?” He nodded. Kagome waved a hand, “No, no. It’s just an exercise I do to help clear my mind. There’s a lot of other benefits to the poses, but I mainly do it for mental health reasons.”
“You seem to be adequately proficient,” Sesshomaru said with a nod.
She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her, shaking her head, “Is that a compliment?”
“If you wish it to be.”
Kagome laughed again, “Alright. I’ll take it.” She pushed off the rock and swam a short distance to the middle of the lake.
Sesshomaru’s eyes stayed on her, “What is this odd clothing you’re wearing today? It is unlike your usual garb.”
She looked down at herself in the water, “It’s uh, my bathing suit. A bikini.”
“A bathing suit?” Sesshomaru repeated, unconvinced. “Does that not defeat the purpose of bathing?”
“Well they’re for swimming,” she told him. “They can also be called swimsuits in my—where I’m from.” She corrected herself at the last second, her face flushing in the cool water.
“Your village must be strange,” he said. “Bathing or swimming are tasks that should be done without clothes of any kind.”
Kagome reddened, a realization hitting her. “D-Does that mean…? Are you…?”
The amusement in his eyes was back, “Nude? Yes, priestess, I am.”
She squeaked, hiding half of her face in the water.
“How can you be so flustered when you’re wearing that?” he asked.
“It covers what needs to be covered!” Kagome said defensively, raising her face from the water.
Sesshomaru snorted, “It leaves very little to the imagination. One might have even thought you were presenting yourself to me on the shore just now.” Before she could interject with some half-assed downward-facing dog joke, the demon lord lunged toward her in the water, pressing her up against another rock. He ran a finger up the string of her bikini top, golden eyes surveying it with an odd kind of interest, “This is a good color on you, priestess. You should wear it more often.”
Blushing at their closeness (and the knowledge that one wrong move would have her leg or hand accidentally brush against his penis), Kagome tried to appear unaffected, offering a smile, “Oh yeah?”
A single nod was her response, his eyes drawn beneath the water, at her chest. Softly, Sesshomaru spoke, “You are…” He trailed off, swallowing.
Kagome searched his eyes, not shying away from him once he met hers again, “Sesshomaru…? What-What do you want?”
Wet fingers traced her jawline, barely scratching her skin with his sharp claws. Citrine eyes bored into hers, “May I kiss you?”
Taken back, she nearly smacked her head into the rock. “Am I dreaming, or did you really just say that?” she asked aloud, meaning to keep it to herself.
“Shall I pinch you?” Sesshomaru offered, and Kagome could feel his hand under the water, long, claw-tipped fingers trailing down her waist and hovering by her hip, lingering. “I am told that helps in these situations.”
Kagome stammered, “I-I’m not—hey, ow!” There was a small, brief pain right on the exposed part of her ass. She rubbed the area with a grumble.
The demon lord was chuckling again, a deep, pretty sound. “Not a dream, then,” he announced.
“I guess not.”
His clawed forefinger and thumb cupped her chin, making her look up at him, “You never answered me, priestess: may I kiss you?”
Kagome swallowed, her mind somehow racing and drawing a blank at the same time. She wondered what this would do, what this would mean, and why, of all people, would Sesshomaru want that from her—but she stopped herself. A kiss didn’t have to mean anything. It was just a kiss, right? What could the harm be?
So, with that thought, Kagome found herself nodding, “Yes.”
Sesshomaru definitely purred this time, a noise that rippled the water between their chests. He tipped her chin up and let his mouth brush over her lips. Kagome sighed. She’d been kissed before: once with Inuyasha—years ago, at Kaguya’s castle—but it hadn’t been all that romantic; another time with Hojo, which was meant to be romantic, but was just dry, chaste, and (ever like the sweet, helpful Hojo) polite.
Sesshomaru was not a polite kisser. His mouth was demanding, warm, and experienced. She let him guide her, pressing her up against the rock and pinning her hands above her head with both (both!) of his own. When his tongue slipped past her lips, she moaned into his mouth, earning a breathy, approving chuckle into her own. Her tongue met his shyly, which seemed to excite him, as he pressed himself against her, closing the last bit of distance between them. Sesshomaru’s tongue did things to her that made her core tighten in that delicious, involuntary way. His left hand came away from her wrist and it slid back down into the water, wrapping around her waist. His right hand came to her cheek, fingers sliding into her wet hair, and Kagome couldn’t stop the mewl that escaped her.
To keep her from sinking (presumably), Sesshomaru brought his thigh between her legs, and Kagome unconsciously ground herself against it, moaning again. He murmured and broke away from her lips, gazing down at her with half-lidded citrine eyes.
“Wanton little thing, aren’t you?” he said, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Is that something you want?”
“Yes,” Kagome said, without thinking.
“Are you sure?” he teased, coming close to her, trailing his lips along her jaw and up to her ear. “Do you want me to tell you what you taste like—how you’re sweet like cherries, and rich like fresh cream?” His teeth and tongue found her earlobe, and Kagome let out a breathy moan, already overwhelmed. “Shall I tell you what your scent does to me? Or your strange, unseemly, wonderful clothing?”
“Sess—”
He continued, pressing her flush with the rock, and Kagome’s eyes widened when she felt something bumping into her stomach and running along her thigh—solid as steel. Literally between a rock and a hard place, she thought, almost laughing, but Sesshomaru’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “Or what if I told you all the things your scent makes me want to do to you? The places I might kiss, or lick, or bite… Would you want that?”
Kagome was whimpering, trembling in his arms, “Y-Yes…”
“It would be an indecent thing,” Sesshomaru reminded her. “Such a scandalous thing, for a pure priestess to be corrupted by a demon, let alone one like me.” He ran his tongue along the crook of her neck, licking off the fresh water droplets. Kagome shivered. His mouth stopped at her ear again, breath hot and wet, murmuring in that deep, silky voice…
“Do you want to be violated, Kagome?”
She sighed lustfully, wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips found hers again before she could answer, kissing her hard, into the rock. Kagome broke away, breathless, to pant an affirmative, “Yes!”
Sesshomaru scoffed, his arms wrapping around her possessively, “Obviously.”
Kagome found herself being swept away, carried in his arms to another area of the lake. It was getting shallower, and she made to let go of him so she could walk, but Sesshomaru huffed and had her wrap her legs around his waist. He held her from below as he rose higher in the water, and then Kagome saw it when she turned her head: a cave. The entrance was covered with leafy vines and pink flowers, while also partially submerged in the water. Sesshomaru’s feet lightly splashed it as they ducked under the vines to the inner chamber.
It was small on the inside, and could maybe comfortably hold four people altogether. A natural stone slab sat at the back of the cave, the edge of it in the water. Sesshomaru gently deposited her onto the gray rock, standing above her.
Her eyes swept over him then, unable and unwilling to stop herself as she raked in every detail of him, memorizing it—every muscle, every magenta stripe. When her eyes found his cock, she bit her lip: he was big, almost obscenely big.
Kagome reached forward to stroke him, and Sesshomaru groaned in response. A droplet of water was teetering on the edge of falling from the tip of his cock, and Kagome caught it just in time with her tongue, pressing the flat of it up against him. She blushed at her own boldness, but the loud, surprised moan she got from the usually stoic demon lord encouraged her, and she wrapped her lips around him, giving him a gentle suck.
Sesshomaru snarled.
Long fingers snuck their way into her hair and cupped the back of her head. “Yes,” he breathed down at her. Kagome looked up at him, cock still between her lips, and bobbed her head further down him, tasting his wet skin. She watched his head tilt back, his jaw loosening in a soft sigh. “Hnnnnh,” he purred.
The noises he made had her core tightening again, heat pooling between her legs as she sucked him. Kagome nearly had it all in her mouth, the tip of him pressing into the back of her throat—she coughed, but was determined to get to the base, swallowing through it.
“Oh my,” she heard Sesshomaru murmur above her, his tone feigning surprise. “You really are a wanton little thing, aren’t you?”
Kagome flicked her eyes up to him, and then purposefully sucked as hard as she could. He hissed, fingers tightening in her hair. Her mouth sucked at his tip, tongue rushing along the underside relentlessly—Sesshomaru let out a choked gasp, his eyes going wide for a split-second—and then her lips popped off him. She ran her tongue down his length, leaving the occasional lazy kiss, and did the same as she went back up the other side—all while keeping her eyes locked with his.
He growled, his golden eyes hot with lust, “Lie back, you frustrating woman…”
She parted from his cock with one last kiss to the head, sitting back on her forearms. Kagome gasped when Sesshomaru covered her, faster than she could blink—all of a sudden, his breath was washing over her chest and neck, making her shudder.
“Let me see you,” Sesshomaru whispered, running a clawed finger down the middle of her chest.
Kagome nodded, reaching behind her neck to undo the simple knot in her bikini top; she did the same with the one at her back, and then simply pulled the garment away from her body, leaving it on the floor of the cave. She was blushing again, shyly looking up at him as she awaited his judgement of her body.
His eyes were slowly observing her, his expression unreadable. Then, his hands—warm and impossibly smooth for a sword-wielding badass—ran up her waist to cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking against her hardened nipples. Her skin was still cool and wet from swimming, but that added to the thrill of having his hands on her. Kagome’s breaths were coming in short puffs, softly mewling at his gentle touch.
“You’re so… lovely,” he said quietly.
Kagome swallowed, “Y-You are, too.”
His mouth found hers again, fangs scraping against her bottom lip. She moaned, tickled by the light touch. His lips were gone too soon, though, kissing down her jaw, down her neck, between her breasts. They lingered there, tongue, teeth, and lips teasing her cool, hard nipples. Kagome arched her back into his mouth, biting her lip to contain her gasps. He laved his tongue over the sensitive buds, warming them and sucking each one until she was a squirming mess, bucking her hips into the air.
Sesshomaru chuckled and she felt his hands travel downward, to the knots of her bikini bottom. He pulled them loose at the same time, and Kagome was panting, her arms around his neck as he went lower with his mouth. “Oh god,” she whispered, closing her eyes. The anticipation of what he was about to do was too much for her. “Oh my god,” she said again, biting her lip.
Sesshomaru looked up as he pulled the bottoms off her body, letting it join her bikini top, and she lay before him, completely naked and vulnerable. His fingers traced her lips, and he shook his head, “There are no gods in here, sweet priestess. Only us…” Kagome nodded, and he slipped his fingers into her mouth. She ran her tongue along his fingertips, sucking them, and she swore she felt him shiver at that. He swept his moistened digits over her lips, giving a slight shake of his head, “How is it you’re untouched—with your scent, and the woman you’ve become?”
Kagome shrugged, offering a little awkward smile, “Just haven’t turned any heads I guess.”
“Fools,” Sesshomaru said at once, sounding legitimately angry on her behalf. He came up to her ear once more, breathing a promise to her, “Then I, Sesshomaru, shall show you what a seductress you are.” With a final nibble of her earlobe, he rose from her, parting her knees with his hands.
The look of pure, hot desire that pulsed in his usually cold citrine eyes made Kagome feel… powerful. She laid her hands above her head, submitting, surrendering. Sesshomaru purred in approval of the gesture, and she watched him take a deep breath, closing his eyes.
“Gods,” he breathed, “I have to taste you now.”
Kagome smiled, closing her eyes, “I thought there were no g-ODS!”
His tongue was between her legs now, his hands parting her folds for him to give her one solid lick up her entire slit. It came in contact with her clit, and Kagome gasped loudly at the new sensation. The way his mouth and tongue worked against her sensitive jewel had her legs shaking and her hips bucking for more. She rutted against his face and tongue, watching him in disbelief. His eyes were closed, but every now and then she caught a peek of his mouth, his tongue—his expression was pure bliss.
I must taste pretty damn good, then, she thought absently, but then his fingers entered her and she lost all ability to think, tossing her head back.
“Sess… Sesshomaru,” she squeaked.
His fingers were precise, his mouth was hungry, and both were relentless as they pleasured her. Kagome gasped and arched, each breath coming closer and closer together. Tension coiled between her legs, tight and intense—so much that her fingernails dug into her palms when she clenched her fists. Unable to do anything else, she whimpered as Sesshomaru pulled her to the edge and then launched her over.
Her scream echoed in the small cave, ecstasy and euphoria washing over her in waves that made her hips buck of their own accord. Her thighs felt wet, and when she opened her eyes, she saw she had re-soaked the demon lord’s face. He dripped with her juices, nose and chin and throat glistening with… her. Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs, but Sesshomaru firmly held them apart, watching her core continue to squirt and quiver over the rock.
He licked his lips, “Hnnn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman finish quite like that…”
Her orgasm slowed, and Kagome breathlessly apologized, “I-I’m sorry…”
Sesshomaru looked at her, “Why? That was breathtaking.”
“Oh?” she asked, sheepish.
He nodded, climbing over her, “Yes. I look forward to making you do that over and over again.” Before Kagome could reply, his mouth kissed hers again, and she tasted herself. It didn’t taste the way he described it, but there was something erotic about licking it off his lips. He parted from her again, golden eyes blinking with warmth, “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Kagome said right away, her hands going to his chest, clasping behind his neck. The weight of his hard cock pressed against her stomach, and she trembled, pushing her hips up to try and grind against it.
Seeming to know what she was after, Sesshomaru obliged her by running his cock between her slickened folds, teasing her still-quivering clit. She mewled under him, meeting his movements with her own. “Sweet priestess,” he breathed lustfully. “Naughty priestess…”
Kagome continued to squirm, “Put it in… please…” She stilled and looked up at him, cupping his cheek as she murmured to him, “Violate me, milord.”
Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed, but his lips pulled into a dark little smile, and he nodded, “So be it…”
She was already thoroughly wet when he pushed inside her, but the sudden intrusion of a thick, solid column of flesh still made Kagome gasp sharply. Sesshomaru froze, watching her carefully, but she nodded at him, swallowing. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “I’m alright.” Kagome moved her hips experimentally, marvelling at his size. A small moan escaped her, and the demon above her murmured in pride.
Sesshomaru began to thrust, slowly at first, but then he started a more even pace, just enough to leave her wanting more. She felt so full, but he moved easily inside her, and the lewd, wet sounds echoed in the coolness of the cave. Kagome pressed her fingers into his back and shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist and hips. He shoved himself all the way in, and she could feel the heavy weight of his balls against her ass.
“Faster,” she said to him, softly.
“Hn.”
She only saw the flash of a cocky, fanged smile, a small pointed tooth peeking between his lips before his hips gained enthusiasm, pushing into her more rapidly. Kagome sighed needfully and quickened herself against him, one of her hands going to grip the hair at the base of his neck. Sesshomaru growled, that fang flashing again, and he nuzzled her neck as he fucked her harder against the stone.
His cock was stroking that wonderful spot inside her, his thickness working it with every thrust, and Kagome was in bliss. More, she needed more.
“You will bruise,” Sesshomaru murmured, panting slightly.
She realized she’d said that out loud. Squeezing her eyes shut, she just bucked her hips more for him. “I don’t care,” she puffed. “I don’t care! Just give it to me faster, harder…”
His chuckled echoed darkly in the cave that sent a delicious shiver down her spine, and his voice reverberated between them as he spoke, “Greedy little wench…”
Sesshomaru sped up and Kagome growled, “Kagome. My name is Kagome.” She glared up at him as she took his cock with needy grunts, somehow still managing to sound firm when she said, “Say it.”
Sesshomaru laughed softly again, coming close to her as he braced arms around her head, eclipsing her from the world. Wet, silver hair curtained around them, and Sesshomaru’s sweetened breath washed over her. “Kagome,” he murmured to her.
He sped up and Kagome cried out, locking her legs around him. Sesshomaru pressed his breathing mouth against her cheek.
“Kagome,” he said again, softer.
She keened, her nails digging into his back when he doubled his speed yet again. Her voice came out as a pathetic squeak, “Yeah…” The pleasure was tightening so hard, so quickly, she was teetering, her toes curling as her ankles locked around his hips.
“Oh, Kagome,” Sesshomaru breathed, his forehead buried into her collarbone. “Kagome, Kagome… KAGOME!”
They came at the same time, Sesshomaru pulling his mouth away from her ear to yell out into the cave so loud that Kagome couldn't even hear her scream. She felt herself fluttering wetly over his cock, her own wetness gushing once again. Sesshomaru pulled out to watch her, also letting his release splatter all over her body in a warm, sticky mess. Her hips jutted as her core continued to pulse and squirt over his softening cock and up his muscled abdomen. She reached down to feel herself, holding her palm over her swollen folds. Kagome bit her lip, sighing as she arched her back, “Holy fuck…”
The demon lord laughed heartily this time, “Oh, my dear sweet priestess, there was nothing holy about that…”
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They emerged from the cave not long after that, realizing Inuyasha might come upon them any minute, but before Sesshomaru left her, he gave her a deep, demanding kiss that promised more to come. Kagome shivered at the thought as she gathered her belongings from the side of the lake. She wondered if she could sneak home for a little while to do a little shopping. They always needed food on her travels, but Kagome wanted to go clothes shopping as well.
She needed to wear more pink.
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