The water gushed down Sesshomaru’s bare flesh. This is the only time, and place, he could be alone…and be himself.
The rhythm of the water pounding around him from the waterfall soothed him into a trance-like state. No one could see him, he made sure of this. If anyone were here, he would sense them. He could be himself. He tilted his head back and exposed his throat to the steady stream of water. Closing his eyes, he mentally drifted within himself, allowing his mind to wander to anything it desired. It wasn’t long until he felt them…
Hands.
His imagination was so strong, he could almost physically feel the hands as they stroked his glistening, naked body. They teased him as they glided over his lean yet deceptively strong frame and he felt himself relax beneath them.
When was the last time he could relax like this? He needed it. He would never admit it of course, not to a living soul. He could barely admit it to himself.
Up his arms, to his shoulders, down his back.
He licked his lips and swallowed hard when the hands explored his flesh slowly, stopping to rest on his chest. He parted his lips to take in air as a foreign warmth settled somewhere in his chest.
As soon as he did so, he swore he could feel the ghost of a kiss upon them.
His heart began to pound in his chest as another feeling began to take hold and the warmth spread elsewhere.
Arousal.
The hands left his chest and returned to his waist, sliding down to rest on his hips. He took in another deep breath when those hands slid around and cupped his butt cheeks, and an even larger, sharp breath when a wet warmth wrapped around his penis.
He heard a loud moan, a combination of desire, need, and lust. His eyes were still closed as his knees nearly buckled and he took hold of the rocks to support himself. The lessons he took from the sages to strengthen his mental capacities must have worked better than he thought. It felt…so real.
The warmth slid up and down on his most sensitive area, one he would never allow anyone to touch like this. He threw his head back again and parted his lips to gasp for much-needed air.
He allowed himself to physically express his desire within the safety veil and roar of the waterfall as he screamed out his passionate release.
His head slumped forward as he came down from the high of his orgasm. The warmth, of course, was gone….it had never been there to begin with. He rinsed the evidence of his pleasure from his body, dried himself and began to dress.
If only he could be mated to this person in his imagination…he would never have to feel these needs again. The thought that he would have to go back to a world without these comforts made a strange tightening start in his throat and his eyes prickle oddly. He wasn’t quite sure what those sensations meant, so he shoved the thought from his mind and continued to focus on the present.
Somewhere else, quite near and masking her scent, a miko redressed and headed back toward her group after her long and cool dip near the waterfall. A taste lingered in her mouth, not entirely unpleasant. She could only hope Inuyasha would lead their group back to this waterfall again.
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