Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha.
A note of explanation: I am by no means a lemon writer, but this little piece was begging to be written, so I indulged a lemony vibe. I hope you will enjoy it. Written for r0o’s second 2010 GM challenge on Dokuga.
You’ll be fine, Kagome repeated her new mantra to herself, just fine. But somehow, no matter how many times she repeated the mental chant, she couldn’t convince herself.
Hopping uneasily from foot to foot she tossed another reproachful glance at the large, ominously black from door that presided over her neighbour’s dauntingly large, equally as imposing, house.
Sesshoumaru-sama was the outcast of the all human neighbourhood they lived in. The only demon, he seemed to deliberately strive to keep himself to himself, never initiating any kind of contact, never returning any invitations to barbeques, never talking to anyone, even if they made the effort to initiate contact.
The majestic demon could often be spotted sprawled out on his patio in good weather, resplendent in the sun in his fine kimonos and bare legs, sipping sake whilst staring at passersby with an intensity that often made them uneasy. The way he sprawled across the wood was provocative, the kimono opening across his strong chest revealing rock hard abs and pale smooth skin that had Kagome fantasising about it in a sense that was more than was strictly neighbourly.
Some of the women in the street called him a drunkard and a nuisance; others speculated that he would bring the property prices down with his shoddy style of living.
But to Kagome, though he was rarely seen without his cup of sake, his eyes were always focused, alert and piercing. She had little doubt that a demon’s tolerance for alcohol was stronger than any human’s.
The fact that he was a famous artist seemed to make no impact on how the residents of the street thought about him.
The recluse seemed to like no one, the death glares he treated those who dared breach his inner sanctum of silence were enough to allude to that.
So it stood to reason that Kagome had been shocked out of her mind when he’d peered over her garden fence at her yesterday afternoon.
He was a solitary person, so she hadn’t really expected such an impromptu visit whilst she was weeding out her flower bed, as such his golden honeyed voice frightened her enough that she fell over onto the grass with a muffled thump.
“Your eyes, the colour excites me.”
That was the first thing her deliciously gorgeous neighbour had ever said to her, and so it stood to reason that she was struck speechless.
“You used to work for the college as an art model,” he continued, eyes narrowing into shrewd slits, “so you have experience in modelling.”
Like a dumb schoolgirl confronted by her favourite fantasy she could do nothing more than blush and nod mutely.
“I would paint you,” he nodded as if it was a foregone conclusion, and maybe it had been. There was no way that she could turn down the chance to see his house, to hear his mind-melting voice again. “Come to my house tomorrow at eleven, be punctual.”
Wait, his house...
Where she’d be modelling... presumably naked...
Why hadn’t she protested?
It was one thing to sit naked in front of a group of strangers who, chances were, you would never see again, but it was another thing entirely to sit in front of the object of your every naughty dream, naked, as he painted you.
Just the thought of those sensuous eyes on her naked flesh made her nipples harden unbearably, heat pooled between her legs and she hastily shook off her little fantasy.
She was doomed.
Which was precisely why she was stood in front of his door, half of her really wanting to go inside and model for him, the other half wanting to tell him something important had come up and then head for the hills as fast as she could.
So she did neither, merely standing there staring at the door, shifting anxiously on the spot and looking over her shoulder sporadically as if she was expecting to be pounced upon by a predator.
Little did she know that her imaginings were about to become reality.
Sesshoumaru waited for his little model with a heady anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of impatience.
Upon first moving into the neighbourhood he had deemed it filled with people who would merely inconvenience him if he were to fraternise with them, so he ignored them all and held them in contempt when they tried to build bridges that merely sparked his ire.
So he had been wrong footed one morning, when he was people watching sprawled out across his porch with his preferred sake poised at his lips, when he had experienced a delight that had yet to ever stimulate his olfactory senses.
He’d never caught a scent so pure, clean and utterly delectable. So his surprise had been palpable when he had discovered that the scent belonged to a human woman. A human woman that lived next door to him no less.
A human woman who also happened to bathe with the curtains to her bathroom open, much to his voyeuristic delight. He loved to watch her in the shower, her ebony hair dark and soaked clinging to her skin and teasing the tips of her nipples, hardening them for his perusal, sparking an equally delicious fantasy. He imagined making those pebbled nipples harder and tighter. She would lose her poise and composure, that wavy hair tangling with his own as it fell across his chest in a feathery caress, the flat stomach bucking against him as those endless slim legs wrapped around his waist, her entire weight supported by his hands cupping the globes of her ass…
He’d become inventive with his fantasies, more so than usual and they plagued even his dreams. He’d never dreamt about a particular woman before, sure he’d had sexual dreams that had left him panting, frustrated and sweating, but he’d never dreamt of a specific woman. The fact that she was the first to encourage such a response from him made him even more determined to have her writhing underneath him in the throes of passion, screaming his name to the heavens.
Indeed, he wished to paint her, to paint her with his seed, see it seep from between her slack thighs after he’d sated both his lust and shown her the carnal pleasures his body could gift hers with.
But, he had a feeling that he would have to take the softly-softly approach with Kagome. Her scent sung innoxiously of her innocence and whilst he knew she was no virgin, she was too easily flappable by his presence to be as experienced in the carnal arts as he.
Which was precisely why he had bought a special, demonic paintbrush, solely for her enjoyment. Clawed fingers closed around the new paintbrush and his lips curled in a predatory smirk; he could smell her now, his frightened yet excited prey waited on his doorstep.
Tossing his hair over one broad shoulder, he answered the door and smirked down at her.
She gulped as she looked at him, the glimpse she caught of his fangs serving to remind her of his inhumanity and, as opposed to being afraid, she felt her nipples pebble inside her shirt. Damn but she was drawn to the raw power he exuded, even when he held his customary cup of sake he was menacing. She wondered wistfully what those fangs would feel like if she kissed him.
Golden eyes smouldered as his nose based in the slight kick to her scent that signalled her immediate attraction to him, his cock sprung to life in response to her need.
“Come in,” he stepped back to allow her entrance, silently grateful she hadn’t noticed his state of arousal, to be honest she looked like she was fantasising, her scent escalated again and he had to stop his eyes from rolling back into his head.
Softly, softly, he reminded himself, quelling the urge to simply pounce the woman and bite the padded-bra that was hiding her nipples from her person. To look upon her hardened straining nipples pushing against the cotton of her shirt would please him.
Head down, cheeks flushed, fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt, she followed him through to the back of the house, settling down in his light and airy studio that smelt comfortingly like a mixture of paint and turpentine.
“Sit on the futon and strip,” he commanded, his voice soft yet compelling.
She closed her eyes tight, feeling her cheeks flush embarrassingly, she had to tell him no! She’d only ever modelled for that group because she’d been trying to manage two jobs and put herself through university, the advantage of the extra money for what seemed like no work at all had made her endure being the model.
Closing her eyes and attempting to ignore the sensation of his sensuous eyes watching her every move, Kagome slowly peeled her shirt from her skin and then slipped her skirt down her long sensuous legs.
She fumbled with her underwear, losing her nerve somewhat. But, upon seeing the hungry expression in those golden eyes as he observed her fingers fumbling with the strap of her bra, she grew more confident; he wouldn’t be looking at her like that if he didn’t find her attractive. It gave her a sense of security and a light sheen of sweat broke out across her body as her blood heated at the thought of him being as aroused as she was.
Smoothly she undid the clasp and tugged the lace contraption from her breasts, hissing with pleasure as it moved across downy hairs and teased her sensitive nipples. She bit her lip as she realised how aroused she really was, the nipples could be passed off as being cold, but the warmth between her legs had no other explanation.
“Is something the matter?” his honeyed voice asked languidly, as if he knew exactly what her problem was.
Her natural defiance kicked in and she tossed her head haughtily. “No,” she vowed, slowly sliding her panties down her thighs and depositing them with a flourish onto the clothes pile.
She stood there in front of him naked and brazenly straightened her back; daring him to call her out. He tilted his head to one side, his plait falling off his shoulder so that it hung, like a pendulum from his head.
“Perfection,” he uttered his voice a sensual caress and she almost whimpered as her knees threatened to buckle. Her tongue came out to nervously wet her bottom lip and his smirked. “Sit on the futon, spread your legs slightly and lean your hands between your legs.”
The effect was erotic without actually revealing anything intimate. Her hands propping her up shadowed her sex and as she was sitting forward, her hair fell to caress and partially hide her breasts.
Delicious.
His.
Kagome flushed slightly but fought the urge to look away; she was no shrinking violet. He silently applauded her brazenness and subtly licked his lips in anticipation of his prize.
Lifting his demonic paintbrush, he prepared to capture her on canvas with a devilish glint in his cat-like eyes.
Kagome shifted slightly, being the centre of Sesshoumaru’s attention was equal parts terrifying and invigorating. She could feel his eyes on her and... it almost felt as if he was physically caressing her.
The touches with feather light, first highlighting soft nuances of her skin; on her underarms, the flat of her belly, the swell of her hips, her calves. It made her break out in a light sheen of sweat, her heart palpitating wildly as she fought to stave off the burning arousal that pooled in her belly.
Could he tell? She wondered, flicking a startled, aroused, look at the demon painter who sat half hidden by his canvas. Golden eyes held hers for a heat filled moment, before they evaded hers and returned to his canvas.
The faint touches began to become more intimate in nature, tracing the smooth column of her neck, dusting over her lips, circling the tips of her nipples, caressing her bottom, teasing the dark patch of curls between her legs. Yet still not properly touching.
She wanted to ask him what he was doing to her... but cognitive functions were not easy under the onslaught of this erotic torture that was being inflicted on her person.
The longing to be properly touched built until it was an aching in-between her legs and tingling in her breasts and throbbing with her pulse.
A soft, almost imperceptible brush over her left nipple had her stiffening and moaning softly; unconcerned now about keeping up any sort of appearances, he could probably already smell her arousal.
Erotic humour tugged the corners of Sesshoumaru’s mouth into a smug smile as he continued to paint his little vixen with steadily more intimate brush strokes.
The touches were growing in intensity now, her breasts being lavished in attention, her buttocks being steadily worked but she still had yet to be touched there. Where she craved the touch.
Panting and gasping and moaning and writhing, Kagome’s hands fisted in the futon as she shuddered from the cruelly erotic torment that was being inflicted on her all too willing body. Any inhibitions she may have had were swiftly cast aside in the onslaught of such mind-boggling pleasure.
Watching her as her cheeks flushed and her thighs shifted restlessly, Sesshoumaru basked in a combined feeling of intense arousal and power. Yes, he had dominated his vixen.
Deciding she had experienced enough teasing, he sought to undo her before the main course.
Kagome’s head flew back and she mewled helplessly as she felt the teasing caress right there on her engorged and throbbing clitoris and she climaxed helplessly before Sesshoumaru, though he had yet to even lay a finger on her.
As Kagome fell onto her back on the futon, completely boneless, Sesshoumaru stood to walk to her side, marvelling in the way her eyes tracked his every movement even in post-orgasmic bliss. A further sign that he owned her.
Her eyes clung to his form as he deftly shed his kimono, leaving it to collect around his ankles in a pool of silk. Blue eyes devoured his form, much as he had done to her earlier, and traced his hard abdomen, long powerful arms, strong thighs and that sublime ass.
Stretching in a strangely feline manner, Kagome progressed towards him on the futon, crawling gracefully, yet sexually, and he delighted at her small blush; she was clearly not used to such. Which was true, she couldn’t remember ever feeling so good or so wanton in her life... if this was what he could do for her without even laying a hand on her, she couldn’t wait for what would come next.
Her eagerness shone through in her blue eyes and, though Sesshoumaru was normally a patient and exacting lover, he was more than willing to indulge her.
He dropped to his knees in front of her on the futon and she rose to hers, her eyes met his collar bone and she found herself wanting to taste his skin. In a strange act of tenderness, he cupped her cheek and the damn holding them back broke.
Whatever restraint the two of them had still possessed had been turned to dust by that first real skin to skin contact. The electricity was amazing and irresistible; pulling them together.
Soft lips found her pulse point and suckled whilst contrastingly sharp fangs nicked and nibbled, tracing her pulse to her collar bone, making her eyes roll back into her head. Who knew attention to her neck of all places would feel so good?
Clawed hands moulded the shape of her bottom and yanked her to him, crushing her hips to his and trapping his arousal between them. She smirked as he hissed and he growled, bucking his hips so that his shaft rubbed against her engorged clitoris, making her mewl and squirm.
Kagome sighed as his lips pressed against her, harsh and demanding, controlling just like him, he ruthlessly invaded her mouth with his tongue, though he was careful to avoid nicking her with his fangs.
Unsatisfied with his dominance, wanting revenge for all his teasing, Kagome pressed down on his shoulders, happy when he allowed himself to be pushed back onto the futon and half straddled.
His arousal rested along the cleft of her ass and she bucked her hips lightly, pleased at his groan and biting her lips to keep her own at bay.
Golden eyes darkened as she dropped her face into the crook of his neck, her hot breath ghosting over his shoulder as she slowly bit and nibbled at his earlobe with her dull human teeth, making him groan beneath her. Delighted by his reaction, she dragged her feeble nails down his chest, teasing male nipples and Sesshoumaru moaned, bucking his hips, his arousal grinding against her ass.
Her triumphant laugh was cut short as he flipped her beneath him, so he was pressing his heavy arousal against her core. They both hissed, but his mouth was immediately busy, latching onto a lonely nipple as the other was rolled and pinched between two nimble fingers.
Her nails raked a path down his strong back to his bottom and he growled against her nipple, nosing under her breast he bit out, “You’re playing with fire, minx.”
Her answer was to groan and arch, pressing her breasts to his chest, and the contact of her highly aroused nipples to his hard chest made her shudder in anticipation.
“Please?” she asked, her voice husky and wanting.
“Please what?” he asked, bucking his hips roughly against hers, stimulating her core as he suckled at her earlobe.
“You know...” she groaned, tossing her head back and mewling temptingly.
A dark smirk adorned Sesshoumaru’s face and her flipped her onto her hands and knees suddenly, pushing her down so that her ass was in the air, presented for his perusal.
“Magnificent,” he murmured, as he gently bit one of the round cheeks of her posterior, delighting in her whimper as she pressed back against his face, seeking completion almost desperately.
Lining his engorged cock up with her honeyed entrance, he gave her only a moment’s notice before he thrust his hips forwards until they met her pert ass. Burying himself to the hilt inside her warm, tight, pussy.
She cried out and dropped her forehead onto the futon. But groaned when he remained still inside of her, was he trying to kill her from frustration? Sure it had been a shock but a delicious gloriously gratifying shock. Being filled so completely, so abruptly was unlike anything she had ever experienced before and she’d almost climaxed instantaneously.
But now he was stopping?
Growling in the back of her throat, she thrust her hips back, encouraging him and scowled at his chuckle. But, when his hips began to steadily pump his cock she lost all cognitive processes and just allowed herself to feel.
He growled at her compliance and his hands moved down to tease her nipples as his brutal thrusts increased in fervour.
“Faster,” she begged shakily, feeling him rub against her walls erratically. His left hand came up to knot in her hair and yank her hair back roughly, revelling in her whimper.
Grunting lustily, he complied with her wishes and his thrusts increased in speed, his cock filling her completely, until she couldn’t think about anyone else, until she didn’t even know where she was anymore and she came. Her back arched and her pussy clenched down on Sesshoumaru’s cock, forcing him into his own blinding orgasm.
They both slumped onto the mattress, Sesshoumaru rolling them onto their sides so he did not crush her and she sighed as he kissed her neck.
“Perfection,” he whispered once before Kagome fell asleep, fully sated and completely exhausted.
***
Bleary eyes opened early the next morning and Kagome blinked as she realised she was the only one on the futon. Where on earth had Sesshoumaru gotten to?
And what had roused her?
She blinked up languidly at Sesshoumaru as she realised he was watching her from the chair beside the futon with an expectant expression.
“What?” she asked softly, a light blush staining her delicate cheekbones.
“Do you like my latest work?” he asked, gesturing towards her midriff.
Across her stomach, in graceful fluid lines, Sesshoumaru had painted a word in black paint.
The word was Mine.
A/N: Well... there we go! Another lemon to add to my little pile. I hope you enjoyed it and I’d love a review or two! Thanks!