Skipping A Step by ForgettableFox

Skipping A Step

The view from the high-rise penthouse offered an unprecedented view of downtown Tokyo. The apartment took up the top two floors of the building and was a modern, architectural marvel. Natural stone and wood were blended effortlessly with steel and glass, while high-vaulted ceilings and massive windows gave the feeling of airiness without compromising on luxury .

Minimalist furniture, with clean lines and natural tones – artistically arranged – were designed with both comfort and style in mind. Artifacts of bygone eras were tastefully displayed throughout the home; each curated object tied to a specific memory. The penthouse boasted a gym, balcony pool, library, movie theater, and even a private elevator.

Only the best of the best would do for the man who essentially ran the world.

The sun had barely crested the skyline and King of Demons had already worked out, showered, and dressed for the day. The coffee machine burbled cheerfully in the background while he scrolled through his agenda on his smartphone. Dressed in a three-piece suite, he leaned casually against the quartz countertops, munching a piece of toast.

Glancing at his wristwatch, he sighed, and poured his coffee into a travel mug before heading out the door. Turning the ring on his finger, he ensured his glamor was in place before leaving the elevator. Citrine eyes dulled to a warm hazel, markings disappeared into pale skin, while claws, ears, and fangs became blunted, human. The only thing to remain was his silver hair, cut short into an elegantly disheveled fashion. One would never know it took him fifteen minutes, and an incredible amount of product, to get it to look so casually mussed.

He climbed easily into the imported, full-sized SUV, and merged into the beginnings of Tokyo traffic. Construction caused a detour to his usual route, and he daydreamed as he moved sluggishly along. Gods, how he missed the days of endless forests and relative simplicity of his youth. Of wandering the lands and fighting evil in its purest form whenever the mood struck him. Now the only evil he fought was corporate takeovers and contractual obligations. His battlefields had become the internet and stock markets. And while the politics had never changed, his territory had.

The King of Demons was practically handed the title, after his lands were the only ones to adapt and flourish against the human scourge. Not that he minded, he was the strongest and cleverest demon to have ever lived – no challenger had been able to defeat him.

He took a sip of his coffee as he crawled through traffic.

A familiar nuzzling sensation at his yoki had him scanning the area for the source. It felt like a lover’s caress. Tender and undeniably suggestive, the touch of auras had his blood pumping something fierce. Someone had been calling to him for the past year, but every time he tried to find that individual, the trail went cold. And it was certainly not for lack of trying.

The most bizarre part of the entire exchange, though, wasn’t the fact that someone was playing with his aura, but the fact that the aftermath caused vivid dreams.

After every encounter, which were becoming more frequent as of late, he would have dreams that would leave him hard and wanting. Dreams of dominating and being dominated, sex that was rough and passionate or slow and intimate – the dreams were always different, but the woman was undoubtedly the same. But who that woman was, he was unsure, because her face never came into focus except for her eyes – dark cerulean pools filled with lust and desire – and her lips...her lips were dark cherries just begging to be consumed.

It was maddening .

Already the ache in his cock pulsed with wanton need, and he cursed whoever was doing this to him. He was 750 years old, damnit; not a horny teenager who couldn’t control his own body’s urges. He gripped the steering wheel tighter. The car’s Bluetooth rang.

“What?”

“Hey old man.” The Demon King rolled his eyes. “The vampires accepted our offer this morning and to celebrate, they want a night out on the town.”

“Alright – take care of it. Why else do I keep a kitsune on retainer?”

The kitsune snorted. “I am taking care of it. The reason I called is because they want you in attendance.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You know how the vampires are. Save all of us the trouble of one of their life-long grudges and just come out, old man. Show face, shake a few hands, have a drink, and you can be outta there by midnight.”

The Demon King sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He turned into the parking garage of his company. “Where?”

“The new club is opening tonight – I thought it’d be the perfect place to keep the vamps occupied. There’ll be demons, humans, creatures from the netherrealm, they’ll love it. Let’s say you meet us there at – eleven PM? I’ll keep them busy for the rest of the day, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Great, just keep them out of the southern district. The fae emissary is staying there, and they have a feud with the vampires.”

 “Of course they do, who doesn’t.” The kitsune chuckled. “Got it, boss. I’ll see ya tonight?”

“Yes, I shall be in attendance.”

The line went dead.

Sesshomaru took another sip of his coffee and grimaced, already dreading the upcoming evening.

~oOo~

The Bone Eaters well had closed a year and a half ago, sealing Kagome in her time for good. It had been five years since the defeat of Naraku and the wish that destroyed the Shikon jewel forever. Five years of trying things with Inuyasha, realizing it was a teenage fling – and settling into the routine of friendship. Of celebrating Sango and Miroku’s marriage, their first – then second – child, and helping keep Edo safe from wayward demons. But then, she went home to visit her family only to find the well’s power completely diminished. She was trapped on the wrong side of time.

Now, the priestess was 23 and absolutely miserable.

Losing her friends to the past had been a blow to her mental health, and she had crumbled beneath the strain. Her family had done their best to pull her up from her anguish, but it had been a futile effort. Kagome spent six months unable to leave the house, wasting away under the weight of her sorrow. It wasn’t until a mandatory doctor appointment, forcing her to leave her house, did Kagome find her will to break through her pain.

Driving through Tokyo, a familiar aura she couldn’t quite place, brushed against her reiki. It was as if she was suddenly rushed out of the darkness and into the light. The world took on sharp focus, and she had taken to the city streets searching for the individual responsible. The priestess was certain it was demonic energy, which shocked her to her core.

Kagome hadn’t seen hide nor hair of demons in her time, and would have bet money that they had gone extinct. But after feeling that aura, she had set herself on the path of discovery. Her days were spent roaming the city, praying she’d feel the aura again and get to the truth of the matter.

The next year of teasing touches and elusiveness brought her to near obsession. The aura would glide along hers, beckoning to be followed – only to disappear for some undiscernible reason. It left her desperate and panting. An unusual reaction to be sure, but one she had quickly become addicted to.

She felt it again on her way to work that morning, cerulean eyes searching the endless people filling the streets of downtown. She shivered as liquid heat pooled within her. After a few moments, the demonic energy faded away leaving her full of desire.

With a groan, Kagome opened the door to the artisan coffee shop where she worked, and straightened her dress. The café, located in a posh up-and-coming area of the city not far from the shrine, was quickly becoming a favorite of the locals. Fresh pastries were delivered daily, and the café had an extensive drink menu.

She was greeted by her co-workers when she entered, walking to the back to put away her purse and grab her apron.

“Morning, Kagome,” called Haruka, hurrying to join her. “What are you doing tonight?”

Haruka had quickly become Kagome’s closest, and only, friend. The blonde was chipper, humorous, and didn’t ask too many questions about Kagome’s past – the perfect person to undertake a friendship with.

The priestess shrugged. “Nothing much. Probably just hanging out at home. Why?”

“So, before you say no – hear me out.”

Kagome grimaced and turned to lean against her locker. “Ah, so it’s going to be that kind of request. Okay, shoot.”

“A new nightclub is opening up downtown and it’s supposed to be super exclusive – like only the rich and famous are getting in.” Kagome kept her face neutral. “My brother’s best friend is DJing tonight and he got me on the list with a plus one. Wanna go?”

Kagome opened her mouth but was cut off. “There’ll be free drinks, lots of hot guys, great music, and you said we’d hang out more often – please please please!?”

When the priestess closed her eyes and sighed exhaustively, and Haruka knew she had won. She squealed with delight. “You won’t regret it! I swear it’s going to be a blast. We’ll pick you up say – ten?”

“Ten PM?!” Kagome groaned. “I’m usually asleep by nine-thirty, and you want me to leave the house at night .”

“Don’t be such a granny. You’re a young, attractive lady in her twenties, it’s time to act like it!” Haruka gave her a hug. “Be sure to wear something super sexy! It’s gonna be a wild night!”

~oOo~

The rest of the day seemed to have gone by in a flash, and before she knew it, Kagome was standing outside of a luxurious club with a line that wrapped around the building. Scantily clad women in stilettos and full makeup stood beside gorgeous men dressed to the nines. It made the priestess feel decidedly threadbare as a result. Intimidating bouncers kept the flow of eager people moving – allowing some in, turning away others who didn’t make the cut.

After work she hurried to a local boutique in hopes of finding a dress and shoes for the occasion. She settled on an asymmetrical affair in deep blue. The form-fitting bodice held a plunging neckline with exposed back. The skirt hugged her hips and backside before stopping at mid-thigh. Completing the outfit were a pair of black, strappy heels that laced up her calves. She had kept her hair loose; the wavy, raven tresses framed her face. Her makeup accented her eyes, lips a cherry red.

The bouncers took a quick glance at their passes and Kagome’s group was ushered inside.

The club was astonishing .

Dark and mysterious, the interior was deep shades of scarlet, black, and silver. A DJ booth jutted from the second floor, overlooking the first-floor dance area and massive bar. The third floor was an obvious VIP lounge area, and already grinning patrons viewed the insanity below – like Gods on a high mountain watching the lessers dance for their amusement. Laser lights lit up the club in time with the opening DJ. Already, the dance floor was overflowing to near bursting and Haruka grabbed Kagome’s arm excitedly.

“Come on!” shouted the blonde over the noise. “Let’s get some drinks while the guys set up! Then we can dance!”

They made their way through the club and managed to snag two open seats at the bar. A muscular bartender with unusually green eyes served them their requested drinks. One drink led to four and, by time the new DJ started, the two girls were feeling quite buzzed.

Haruka pulled Kagome into the throng of dancers right as a new song started. Kagome nervously followed, but her inhibitions fell to the wayside as the alcohol bolstered her confidence, and the atmosphere seeped into her skin.

The beat slithered through the crowd like a musical cobra, injecting them with its pulsing bass deep into their marrow. Bodies convulsed and swayed beneath the strobe lights in time with its deadly poison. The melody was a boa constrictor, wrapping its coils around the dancers until their breaths left them in heavy pants.

Kagome was not immune.

She would not have considered herself a dancer, but here – in this place of relative anonymity – she let herself go. Kagome let the music guide her as she was swept into the ocean of bodies. Each song was a wave that brought her further out to sea. Her salt slicked body bobbed and churned in the masses. At some point she had lost Haruka, but she couldn’t be bothered to care – so lost was she in the movement of her own body.

When the priestess felt the first tendrils of yoki brush against her aura, she audibly moaned. As the minutes ticked by, the sensation grew stronger still. Hands ran along her thighs, her stomach, her breasts as she submitted to the urge to touch herself as she danced. The aura was the strongest she ever felt it, and it made her ache deep in her core. Her black, lace panties did little to absorb the moisture between her thighs.

Her reiki undulated against the stranger’s, enticing them to come closer – to see what reaction they had caused within her. The priestess glowed faintly, a pink beacon in a kaleidoscope of light and sound. She was so lost in the music and her erotic dance; she was unnoticing of hungry, citrine eyes that watched her from the third-floor balcony.

~oOo~

Sesshomaru strode in through the back entrance of the club promptly at eleven PM. The guards all bowed low as he passed, averting their gazes so as not to offend their King. Already he was annoyed by the obscenely loud music and stench of sweating bodies. Not wasting any time, he made his way to the third floor and dropped his glamour. The VIP lounge was for supernatural guests, giving them a place to let their hair down so to speak. Slitted eyes and fangs, claws and tails, greeted the Demon King upon his arrival.

The red-headed kitsune clapped him on the shoulder, six auburn tails swayed behind him. “You made it! And here I was worried you would go back on your word.”

Sesshomaru gave him a flat look. “Shippo, have I ever gone back on my word once vowed?”

“Nah, but it’d be fun to start!” Shippo nodded his chin towards the vampires who stood watching the crowds below. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “They’ve been staring at the dance floor since we got there. I have no idea what’s caught their attention, but whatever it is – it must be good. Now would be a good time to shake some hands and grab a drink so you can be out of here at a decent time.” He winked and Sesshomaru couldn’t help but agree.

He felt the caress against his yoki as he prowled towards the windows. The force of it was nearly staggering and it took him a moment to regain his composure.

Not possible, they are here?

Citrine eyes scanned the crowd and his gaze snagged upon an astonishing sight. He stood beside the vampires, suddenly understanding what had caught their attention so thoroughly. A woman gyrated in the center of the crowd; a warm, pink glow cascaded from her skin. Shippo joined him at the window and gasped.

“No way…... no fucking way. Mama?” Six pairs of crimson eyes slid to the shocked kitsune, before shifting back to the woman dancing below. “I thought I still had time, I must have gotten the dates wrong...What is she doing here ? Oh gods, why does she look like that ?!” Horror dripped from Shippo as he hid his eyes.

Her aura pulsed in time with the music, a siren’s call to Sesshomaru’s own, and the Demon King wondered if anyone else could feel it. Glancing at the traumatized kitsune, he supposed not.

Sesshomaru cleared his throat. “Shippo, if you could please escort our guests to the second lounge – I've gone ahead and selected a nice range of vintages for them to partake in. All are volunteers and willing participants.”

The vampires turned as one, grinning; no longer interested in the odd woman below. They glided out the door. Shippo, on the other hand, hesitated.

He wiped a hand down his face. “I gotta get down there – that's mom .”

Sesshomaru placed a hand on his shoulder. “I will take care of it. Do not worry. I shall invite her to my home, and you may join us when the night is over.”

“And if she doesn’t want to go?”

“You have my word that she will not stay here. One way or another, I will escort her until you arrive.”

The kitsune sighed. “Alright. But I know it’s because you don’t want to deal with the vamps.” Sesshomaru grinned. “Just – just make her stop doing that and get her outta here before any of the other supernaturals take interest.”

“Consider it done.”

The kitsune gave one last final look to the dancefloor, wrinkled his nose, and disappeared.

The Demon King groaned as soon as he knew he was alone, overwhelmed. Watching the way she moved, feeling her reiki reaching out for him, he was almost desperate to go to her. It went against every instinct he had; centuries of inhibitions crumbled to the wayside at the sight of her. He had so many questions, so many things he didn’t understand about the situation. Why him? Why now? For what purpose ? How exactly had she lived for 500 years without him realizing? What did Shippo know? There was something terribly amiss, and he was determined to find out what.

He blurred downstairs until he reached the edge of the crowd. Here the music was nigh deafening, but it melted away the closer he got to her – Inuyasha’s priestess; the one who wished the Shikon no Tama away. A myth and a legend who disappeared all those years ago. He remembered how distraught his brother was at the loss, but at the time, Sesshomaru hadn’t cared enough to ask any questions. He tried desperately to remember the miko’s name; it had been so so long ago.

The thought purred through his mind. Ah, yes – Kagome.

The crowd parted for him as if they could feel his tension and otherness . The supernaturals among them suddenly made themselves scarce beneath his fixed gaze. Then, he was there, reaching for her. His hands were drawn to her slender waist like a magnet, and she sighed, almost like she was relieved, as she leaned into him. The music lulled them together. Her hands drew his further down her hips and her ass pressed against his groin. She moaned when she felt his hardness through his pants, and slid her hands up to cup her breasts. Sesshomaru could only stare at the vixen as she moved against him to the music. He was completely enthralled by her display. Their energies slid along each other in heady waves – tangling into a torturous whirlpool of pleasure.

It wasn’t until she peeked up to finally see the mysterious owner of said aura that she froze, then spun to face him. He was loath to lose her from his grasp. Cerulean eyes traced his face, his body, his hair, and she smiled hesitantly.

“Hello stranger, I knew I recognized that aura,” she called uncertainly over the music. “I – uh – I'm not sure what to say! This is a – surprise!”

Sesshomaru wasn’t sure either, but he was fascinated by the way a drop of sweat rolled between her breasts. He growled, the sound lost as the beat dropped. He stood motionless – a rock in the river of heartbeats that flowed around them, uncaring of the two anomalies in the center of their fun.

She bit into her cherry bottom lip as his silence stretched on, and he wanted a taste too. She took a step closer, and his hands pulled her the rest of the distance to him. “Is there a reason you’ve been calling to me?”

The question brought him out of his daze. “I have not. It has been you calling to me.”

Her hands traced up his abdomen, resting against his muscled chest. No one in his lifetime had been so familiar with his person, so casual in the way they touched him without his permission. The action had him reciprocating. Large palms traced along her spine and his face lowered to hers seemingly of its own accord.

Things were moving so quickly. It was as if he was on autopilot – watching himself from outside of his body as he tilted her face up to his.

“Seems like there are a lot of questions we don’t have answers to,” she said breathily.

“They can wait.”

She met him halfway.

Lips collided and the club surged around them. Lights put on a dazzling display as hands tangled into hair. She tasted of alcohol and citrus; the flavor was intoxicating in its own right. He was unsure if her boldness was real, or just the liquor – but the feeling it spurred inside him was overwhelming. Kagome’s tongue sought his and reveled in the way it brushed against his fangs. When he nipped along her bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth – she moaned and the sound pulled him to his senses.

They were in the middle of a club, surrounded by strangers, he never put his glamour back on.

What the hell was he doing?

With a growl, he pulled a surprised Kagome through the crowd – careful of her high heels – and through the backdoor. She boasted no argument as he opened the door to his vehicle and placed her gently within before blurring to the driver’s side. He leaned his head against the seat rest and closed his eyes for a moment before turning the key in the ignition and driving off.

Now that it was just the two of them, alone, the energy between them was almost stifling. It crackled and tugged at the two of them like an electric current.

“Where are we going?” she asked as she tugged her seatbelt into place.

“I am taking you to my home, it is not far. I promised Shippo we would await his arrival once he has completed work. He was a bit distraught at seeing you this evening in the club.” Sesshomaru gave her an appreciative once over and Kagome blushed.

“I get to see Shippo again?” Her eyes began to water with happiness. “I have so many questions .”

“Save them until we reach the apartment. I am – having difficulties focusing enough as is while driving.”

He couldn’t help but glance at the way her knees clenched together and the scent of her arousal perfumed the air. Sesshomaru put all his focus into driving and they settled into uncomfortable silence together. A few minutes later and they were parking in the high rise’s garage and riding up the elevator to the top floor.

~oOo~

Seeing the Killing Perfection dressed in a tailored suit with short, stylish hair in the modern era had thrown Kagome completely off guard. Whoever it was she was expecting on the other side of the connection, it certainly wasn’t him. Out of all the demons that crossed her mind when she daydreamed, never – not even in her wildest dreams – did she consider Sesshomaru. But after the way his hands touched her, how his mouth melded against hers, she couldn’t picture it being anyone but him.

The car ride had Kagome feeling like a coiled spring. She both wanted answers to her mounting questions…and she wanted to mount him without question. The priestess couldn’t entirely decide if her flushed face was from the dancing, embarrassment at making out with a relative stranger and leaving with him, or the indisputable lust she felt.

She determined it was a bit of all three.

Butterflies ran amuck in her insides as he parked the car and led her to a nearby elevator. She fidgeted, suddenly feeling shy and nervous despite having been intimately pressed against him earlier. The elevator opened and she shuffled inside, leaning against the corner as he pressed the button for the top floor.

Sesshomaru looked at her and smiled reassuringly. The action caught her so off guard, she gasped.

“I didn’t know you could smile,” she said lamely.

He smirked, turning to face her. “It has been a long time since we have seen each other last. 500 years ago, I was a haughty, insecure teen with a father complex. People change given enough time – demons are not exempt.”

She grinned. “And now?”

“Now –” he stepped toward her, pressing his arms against the elevator walls above her head. “I am king of all demons, completely confident in my superior abilities. I have even been told I can be quite charming.” He winked at her shocked face. “It was a singular occasion, mind you, but still something I often think about.”

“And you’re funny now.” Kagome laughed in disbelief. “This is so bizarre.”

“No more bizarre than this undeniable attraction between us. Or am I misinterpreting?” His citrine eyes gleamed with lust and Kagome swallowed thickly as his warm mouth pressed to her neck.

“No. I feel it too. And have for a long time now.”

His tongue ran a line down the column of her throat to outline her collarbone, and she arched against his mouth. The elevator slowed and the doors opened. Instead of stepping back, Sesshomaru scooped Kagome up in his arms – chuckling at her surprised squeak – and carried her inside. She moaned as his teeth grazed her jaw, her ear.

Sesshomaru set her on the counter of his immaculate kitchen and pulled back, drinking her in. “I have been searching for you for over a year now.” His palm cupped her cheek. “Perhaps I am being cliché in telling you that it’s like you’ve stepped out of my dreams. You give me déjà vu – this is feeling like a memory.”

She leaned into his palm with a smile. “I’ve been searching for you too. I feel like we’re skipping some steps, but I’m ok with that if you are.”

“Hn. Indeed. Plenty of time to ascertain the truth of it… later. ”

Sesshomaru stepped between her knees and she widened them to accommodate, dress hiking up her thighs. Her body felt full of adrenaline and liquid heat pooled deep in her belly. His hands slid along her arms, claws traced delicate flesh causing goosebumps to follow in their wake. Watching his face lean towards her felt like slow motion. Was this real life? Had fate closed off one path only to open another? Were things moving too fast?

Kagome decided she didn’t care.

Her ankles crossed around his backside and pulled him even closer, arms snaking around his neck – they kissed. Everything felt so right, so perfect, she wanted to explore every inch of this feeling. She didn’t want to think about the tragedies she had suffered or the sacrifices she had made. She just wanted to enjoy the sensation of being wanted – even if it was by a relative stranger of time long past.

She ground against him and she pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders before hastily undoing the buttons of his shirt. Skin, she wanted to see and touch the pale expanse of his body.

“Eager?” he purred, untucking the bottom of his shirt from his slacks.

“You have no idea.” Kagome kissed across his collarbones, down his sternum. Her hands traced the waistband of his pants and he gave an involuntary shiver.

Sesshomaru tipped her chin up to gaze into her eyes. “You’re not what I expected.”

“And you’re not who I expected.” She grinned. “But I’m going to enjoy this either way. Unzip me?”

“With pleasure.”

He pulled the zipper down and Kagome helped him slip the dress off. Clad only in her black, lace panties and bra, and high heels – she felt powerful in a way she never had before. Sesshomaru’s gaze lingered hungrily as their auras swirled and caressed one another.

“You are beautiful.”

Kagome had no chance to reply before he knelt before her on the counter and pulled her ass to the edge. His hot breath fanned over the sheer material and her insides coiled in anticipation. His tongue licked across her core and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She was swept up in the pleasure of his mouth as he worshipped her with lips and tongue and fingers. Panties were pulled down and he delved within, lapping up the heady moisture her body produced only for him. He sucked on her clit while his fingers did slow, tantalizing, pulses within her. It wasn’t enough to make her cum, but it was enough to drive her mad.

“Please, I need more ,” she groaned, burying her hands into his hair.

He chuckled against her lower lips. “Eager and greedy . Insatiable priestess.”

Sesshomaru gave her clit a firm suck and increased his pace. A third finger was added as he stretched her, petted her insides in a way that made her toes curl. Her back arched from where she leaned back on the counter as Sesshomaru’s other hand came to stroke along her breasts. Undoing her bra, Sesshomaru growled in appreciation. The vibrations traveled through her and Kagome felt it then, the first tendrils of impending orgasm.

“Close – so close,” she keened.

He maintained his pace, honied eyes glowed from between her thighs, and Kagome cried out with her orgasm. Her insides fluttered and clenched and Sesshomaru’s tongue dipped between her silky folds. He lapped along her from slit to clit, consuming her.

Kagome rode the sensation until she felt like a bird high in the sky. She soared. Dazedly, she realized they were moving. He carried her down a hall and into a master bedroom colored in rich shades of green and brown. Sesshomaru removed her heels, hands stroked along her calf, her thighs, before he began to undress.

The priestess watched in fascination as he exposed himself. His body was athletic with a tapered waist and broad shoulders. Magenta stripes slashed his hips, wrists, ankles, and the base of his jutting cock. Kagome’s eyes were drawn to his member and she beckoned him closer. Raising a silver brow, he obliged.

“Lay down,” she ordered.

When he was settled on the bed beside her, she settled herself between strong thighs. Her hands traced his abdomen before stroking along the silver curls around his erection. He laid with his hands behind his head, watching her gentle exploration of his body with a self-satisfied smirk. Kagome licked her lips, then stretched them over his length. Her hand worked in unison as she bobbed around him. She lapped against his slit, enjoying the taste of him and he groaned.

Kagome felt powerful then too, watching the way she affected him as she sucked and stroked. His eyes were closed as he relished the experience, breath came in rough pants, his muscles were tight and sweat drenched. He was gorgeous. Kagome ran her tongue along the ridge of the underside of cock and cupped his balls. She swallowed him deep, cheeks hollowing.

With a growl he pulled her from his length and trapped her lips with his own in a searing kiss. “I wish to be inside of you,” he panted.

Kagome pushed him back with a seductive smile then climbed up his body. His arms traced along her spine while his mouth rained kisses across her body. He pulled her breast into his mouth, tongued circled her nipple until it was a tight bud. Desperate for more contact between them, the priestess grabbed his length and ran it between her slickened folds. Sesshomaru’s hips bucked against hers.

Wasting no time, she raised herself up on her knees and slowly fed his manhood into her tight channel. They moaned in unison at the pleasure that seeped into them. He was large and thick and Kagome felt like she was being split apart. She was tight and hot and oh so wet and Sesshomaru thought he was seeing stars. When she took him fully, they both sat still for a moment, panting as they adjusted.

Sesshomaru watched in fascination as she raised off his lap and sunk back down. Feminine juices made the task easy as she slid along his member. His hands outlined her waist before setting on her hips as she rode him. A flush graced her chest and cheeks and she grinned down at him. He was helpless against her onslaught of spiraling hips as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. Kagome rocked against him, moaning at the way he filled her – the angle of his entry stroked the perfect spot.

Unable to resist, the inudaiyoukai held her close and flipped them. Kagome let out a startled laugh as she found herself on her back and he nosed along her jaw, fangs grazed her throat. He surged into her, spreading her wide and filling her deep. The priestess scratched along his back, feeling the muscles bunch and flex as he pumped into her. Good, it all felt so good. She was lost within the twisting aura, focused on the way her body reacted to him.

Her eyes caught his and she fell even further. It felt like they had done this a thousand times before, so attuned was she to his body and he to hers. Her legs wrapped up and around his hips pulling him closer as he pumped into her with reckless abandon. Their bodies were sweat soaked and his hand reached between them to caress the sensitive bud as he worked. The jolt to her nerves had Kagome squirming. His teeth brushed her ear.

“So tight,” he growled. “So fucking beautiful. Come again for me?”

Kagome mewled as Sesshomaru played her. She was an instrument of desire and he, master conductor. He led her in perfect tempo and rhythm – guiding the priestess to the inevitable crescendo which awaited her. She followed his lead enthusiastically, kissing and touching him as her strings tightened further and further. Kagome was on the brink and a rough circle of her clit had her sailing once more.

She tightened her hold on him as she screamed her completion. Fluttering muscles gripped Sesshomaru tightly, spurring him to follow in her wake. He continued to piston inside her as he came – spurting his essence deep within her core – he snarled. Hard muscle lay atop her and she relished the feeling. Sesshomaru peppered her shoulder with kisses, rumbling his satisfaction as he wrapped his arms around her to snuggle her into his side. Kagome curled into him, feeling the same sense of decadent contentment as he. Everything felt right and comfortable.

She sighed as she took stock of her body – well fucked with limbs like jello… perfect . They kissed, languidly; savoring the afterglow and tranquility of their auras. It was as if a missing puzzle piece had been found and suddenly the picture was clear and complete.

The doorbell rang and the two looked at each other with wide eyes.

“That will be Shippo. He is here sooner than anticipated,” said Sesshomaru grimly. “He – will not be pleased.”

Kagome giggled. “I’m sure that’s an understatement. What do we tell him?”

The Demon King buried his face in her throat. “Nothing. Perhaps if we ignore him, he will go away.”

The doorbell rang again, and again.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work.” Kagome kissed his forehead. “We all have a lot of questions and not a lot of answers. I can’t imagine how long he’s waited to see me, so let’s not keep him waiting any longer, okay? We’ll figure this all out together.”

With a grumble, Sesshomaru stretched and kissed her on the nose. “So be it, Kagome. I look forward to discovering the answers with you.”

She smiled softly at him. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

~oOo~

A/N: Written for the SOFA exchange.

The song that inspired this fic is

First Time (feat. iann dior) by Illenium - Goodboys Remix