Parakeet
The Mating Gardens of the Western Lands were gorgeous and fragrant. Spring made the air slightly moist, but Kagome was comforted by the cool breeze of the season.
Her mate walked with her, their fingers laced together.
Sesshomaru's golden eyes peered over at her as they walked along the path to The Stone, his expression serene. Joy sparkled behind his gaze, and Kagome gave it right back.
It would become official there, where they would be bound to each other for eternity. They would make love in the center of the gardens, on The Stone, under the light of day, amongst the wild nature around them.
Centuries of care and encouragement had caused the greenery to thrive and grow, sprawling in thick vines and vibrant flowers. The garden was said to bless mating pairs with vitality and fertility, even youth.
But Kagome only wanted Sesshomaru, and he, her.
They had said their vows before their friends, promised themselves to each other, drank the tea brewed from the herbs in this very garden, and now they would begin the last step of the ceremony.
They had shed their clothes before they entered the sacred place.
It was only them, and nature.
The Stone sat in the middle of a small clearing, shrouded by trees, save for a gap at the very top, where the sun beamed down over them. Green shadows were cast where the light shined through the leaves. Birds chirped and cried out cheerfully, echoing all around them.
Kagome approached The Stone first, laying herself atop it. It was warm on her naked skin, but it didn't sting. She could swear she felt its power thrumming under her back, embracing her, encouraging her. She smiled at Sesshomaru, reaching up for him, beckoning him.
Golden eyes roved over her lovingly, and Kagome relished in it. He covered her form with his own, and kissed her tenderly.
"Are you ready, mate?" he murmured softly.
Kagome nodded, "Yes, love."
Sesshomaru kissed her once more, and then trailed his mouth down her body, over her breasts, and then down her abdomen. He rested between her legs, his tongue moving between her folds. He knew her body well. He knew the way to unravel her, to turn her soft sighs into desperate moans. He knew how to get her fingers fisting in his silver hair, how to make her cry out his name into the night.
Kagome was ready for him in no time, and when he entered her, she cried out into the light of day. The magics were flowing through their bodies as they moved as one, tingling in waves, from the tops of their heads, to the tips of their toes.
When the moment came, and the pleasure came to a crest, the joined mates called out together, sharing their pleasure with the nature around them.
Flushed and breathless, the human and demon gazed at each other lovingly, still connected.
"My forever," they said in unison.
And it was done.