Budgie
Long, elegant fingers slid up the silk of her black dress, bunching it at her hips. Kagome let out a quiet sigh against his neck. Her breath kicked up the scent of his expensive cologne, woodsy and rich—it made her weak in the knees. His strong arm caught the small of her back, and Kagome pulled him down for another kiss.
He had ruined her lipstick ages ago, practically in another life. She couldn't get enough of the taste of his tongue—cigarettes and black coffee, with the sweetness of a breakfast pastry still lingering. The bite of his fangs on her lip, on her neck, on her body… it was hopelessly addictive.
They always met like this, in secret, in fancy hotel rooms far across town—away from their families. Kagome was a human from a long line of priestesses, the very antithesis of Sesshomaru's family: a clan of inu demons.
Still, Fate had run them into each other, over and over again. They had resisted, even tried to adopt their families' prejudices against each other… but it was to no avail: Destiny had thoroughly ensnared them in her grip.
And then Lust followed.
Another Tuesday. Another luxury suite. Another mid-morning tryst.
He hoisted her on top of the desk, in full-view of the window. Light diffused through the storm clouds, tinged with gray. It caught their eyes: his gold, her blue. They stared at each other for a long second, breathless and desperate.
Music played softly in the background, rhythmic and sensual, encouraging their wanton needs.
In the next moment, Kagome felt his clawed fingers between her thighs, tearing open her pantyhose—she gasped sharply.
At once, her demon lover moaned, closing his eyes—as if to savor the scent in his nose.
"Do you know how divine you smell, Kagome?" he breathed. "Do you know what it does to me?"
She never had the chance to answer, for his cock rudely pushed inside her, burying itself somewhere deep within.
They both called out to the ceiling above them, their voices carrying throughout the expensive hotel room. The desk creaked in protest as he began the urgent thrust of his hips. Kagome's hair came loose from its clip, tumbling down her back and shoulders in long dark curls.
"Sesshomaru," she whispered. Her hands clung to the back of his dress shirt, close to ripping it as she squeezed her eyes shut from the intensity of the pleasure.
Kagome felt the straps of her dress come sliding down her shoulders, exposing the lingerie she'd bought yesterday—French lace in cerulean with accents of silver. Sesshomaru cut through it, and Kagome cried out when she felt his hot tongue flick over her hard nipples, and shivered when his fangs scraped just around the sensitive flesh.
He tore the remains of the bra away, tossing them aside as he went harder between her slick folds. She locked her ankles around his waist, pulling him as close as he could get to her, and her blunt human nails scratched down his back. Sesshomaru growled approvingly, his mouth capturing hers in another hungry kiss.
She tossed her head backward, one of his thrusts hitting her just there—and then she felt his tongue running up her throat, fangs nipping at her jawline.
Again, she shivered, exhilarated.
The first time was always the shortest—their excitement was too much, too quick, too fun—and they soon found their mutual release.
Kagome screamed, her throat burning, flushed from the power of her lungs.
Sesshomaru growled, pressing his forehead to her naked shoulder, the occasional choked gasp escaping him.
Her pussy throbbed wetly, pulling on him in rippling waves, sending warmth and tingles all throughout her body. Kagome couldn't help but buck against him, the suddenness of her orgasm startling her, but she rode it out with a broken moan.
Sesshomaru did much the same, groaning as he spilled inside her, over and over. He filled her so completely that it began to leak from her folds, dripping onto the desk. Sesshomaru held her possessively, panting as he rested his forehead on her collarbone.
There was always that split second after the first release, where Kagome thought about what her family would do if they saw her then, well and thoroughly fucked by a demon—with her hair a mess, her bra in tatters, and her remaining underwear hanging on by a single thread.
But Kagome would always bite her lip, the hint of a smile threatening to spread across her lips; and she'd bury her face into Sesshomaru's neck, losing herself in his cologne.
Their eyes would meet moments later, and they'd smile.
One day, they would run together. It was understood.
But for now… they had this.
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