Kiss Without A Commitment by Makuro767

Kiss Without A Commitment

He has been stalking her. He did started searching not too long ago and since his senses honed on this one female, he has been stalking her and Sesshoumaru does not feel shame at such behaviour for it was part of the ritual. Mating was another form of hunting.

The one that he has his eyes on at the moment was the miko that always followed his annoying pup of a half-brother. Stalking her wasn’t hard; it was confronting her that was hard. So hard, it became a sort of annoyance. And Sesshoumaru felt the mating season has started to come to a climax, the apex of the season. If he didn’t get his bitch under him soon, he has to wait a decade before he can have another go.

It wasn’t that his prowess in sex disturbed by the mating season, it was the ability to pup his bitch. Sesshoumaru was particular about the one that he wanted to pup. The reason was their seed was stronger during the mating season, making pupping easier and absolute. However, when it comes to human…outside the mating season will be prone to either still birth or deformity. Too early or too late during the mating season will end up with a hanyou. Thus it was the apex of the mating season that he raced for if he ever wanted a full blood pup.

Sesshoumaru cloaked his presence as Inuyasha finally left the miko alone. His senses perked as he struggled to control the pheromone that came from the sweat of his body. He doesn’t want any bitch to come chasing after him when he’s hunting his chosen bitch. If they do, he will end up killing her and marked another spot to detest him in the miko’s book. Sesshoumaru doesn’t want that.

She finally moved away from Inuyasha range of detection. Smirking in success, he proceeded to seduce the miko senseless…

Kagome froze, the fine hairs on her arms rising in goosebumps. She frowned, recalling Inuyasha’s warning, something about the season. He also went after Kikyo more and more often. Shaking her head at her lost first love, she headed for the well. She stopped as the familiar feel of youki swelled behind her. She turned around in time to catch Sesshoumaru emerging from the shadows of the forest just behind her.

She stared at him; certainly he can sense that Inuyasha was back in the forest across the village and not the one she was in? She gulped, “Sesshoumaru…sama?” She added the honourable suffix in the end to at least not get herself deeper in trouble with the Daiyoukai.

Sesshoumaru stood there, staring at her with his cold gaze as he usually do whenever it came to human. She stared at him, then deciding that he must be here after sending Rin to Kaede’s hut to play with Shippou, she moved. Precisely at the moment, he disappeared and reappeared and inch away from her, his face in hers.

Kagome froze, her breath hitched in shock, voiceless at the sudden behaviour. There was something different in his gaze; his eyes seemed more expressive than she had ever seen them. Worse…he was grinning at her. It looked…evil…

He growled low, the wind blowing lazily through the field of wild flowers. The tree branches creaked in the forest and the sun beating down on them. Other than that, everything seemed to have gone still. Kagome heard the sound of her heart beating like a festival drum in her ears. So loud that she was sure the whole world can hear it…

“Run…”

It was a whisper…and an order. Her body seemed to jump start with energy and with a burst of adrenaline, she ran. Kagome ran straight for the forest behind her, jumping over roots and fallen branches. She diverted every time a silver shadow appeared before her. Kagome avoided rocks and puddles, jumping over thick mulberry bush and thorny growth. He reappeared like silver phantoms at the corner of her sight.

Kagome screamed in fright several time before giving into her building anger, “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

He appeared next to her as though he has always been racing next to her. Kagome stared at him with wide eyes as their gaze locked with each other. Devilish smile stretched on his beautiful lips, “Keep on running…”

With that, he disappeared as if he has never been there…

And Kagome continued to run, avoiding shadows and silver lightning as she struggled to keep on running. She felt as though he was playing with her, toying with her emotionally and physically. Her shoes splashes through the shallow creek and Kagome gasped for her life as she tried to keep on running, adrenaline running out from her. She berated herself for not calling out to the others before recalling that Sango had went back to the slayers village and Miroku had to go back to his temple for certain reason. The group has split for short brief.

For some reason, none of them wanted to venture into the forest as Miroku used Hachi while Sango used Kirara. Kagome had not found that strange until Sesshoumaru started this cat and mouse game with her. Suddenly, strong arms encircled her waist and she fell back against wide, muscular chest. Kagome gasped as she looked at the alabaster neck and the flowing silver hair.

She can’t help but wonder why she hasn't died from being impaled against the spikes from his armour when she realised that he wasn’t wearing any; ‘When did he took off his armour?!’ She was sure that at the start of the chase, he was wearing them.

They ended up deep within the forest, a part where Kagome has yet to venture with her friends. He lay her down on the thick carpet made of fallen leaves. Kagome looked at him but he avoided her gaze by sniffing at her left ear. Kagome tried to push him off with her hands trapped between their bodies when she felt something warm and slithery pressed against her neck and stroked it with a hint of wetness.

She yelped, “What?! Sesshoumaru let me go!!”

She struggled but stopped when his chest rumbled with his deep throated growl. She gulped, fear thick in her vein. Kagome wasn’t a faint hearted person but she was always wary of Sesshoumaru. He raised his face that he buried against her neck, tickling her and frightening her with the feel of his fangs lightly teasing her. She looked at him, “Sesshoumaru? I am human…”

He huffed, “Doesn’t matter…” He continued to give attention to her neck. Kagome tried to ignore it but with each stroke, with each butterfly kisses and with each tease with his fangs, she felt her womanly side bloom. The apex of her thighs started to tingle and became wet. The heat seemed to rise and her breathing became erratic.

She gasped, “But…but…Sesshoumaru, I’m…miko…”

He huffed again, “Does it really matter that much? Or is it because I am not Inuyasha?” He licked the shell of her ear and teased her. Kagome shivered when his knee met with her panty clad sex. Consciously, she tried to close it but instead ending up holding his leg in place. Gasping, she rubbed herself against him, “Umu…”

He chuckled, “Doesn’t seem to matter much now to you,”

Kagome shook her head, “I…no…” His scent heady and clouding her senses. Kagome glared weakly, “What…is this…smell?”

He pressed his leg against her sex and she moaned. He smirked, “That’s just my sexual pheromone. I am marking you with my scent, miko…”

Kagome shook her head, trying to clear her hazy mind, “You…don’t even…know my name!!”

He stared at her; his hand took hold of her chin and forced their eyes to meet. Kagome stared as he pulled his face close to hers, their lips almost touching and she breathed in his musky breath as he whispered, “Ka-Go-Me…”

She shuddered and he kissed her chin before lipping her ear, “Ka-Go-Me…”

His hand reached under her shirt and stroked her belly, “Ka-Go-Me…”

His knee pressed harder against her sex, “Hi-Gu-Ra-Shi…Ka-Go-Me…”

He licked her lips and kissed her, softly at first, almost chaste before deepening the kiss. Parting her lips and forcing his tongue in, entering her warm cavern. Kagome has never been kissed this way, so deeply and thoroughly. It was as if he started by sampling her, a taste and then dominating, completely taking over her senses. Kagome strained her body, her mind trying to chastise her traitorous body as it reacted to his touches.

A slice with the claw of his index finger and her top was parted in the middle. He sampled the scent of her sweat dampening her neck, reaching to her straining chest, bound by her strange garment. He snapped the front with his fang, releasing her two globes of perfection. He licked the underside of her breast before giving soft, butterfly kisses. He licked the ring of her nipple before taking the peaked pebbles into his mouth. Kagome gasped, tears welling in her eyes as he played, twisted and pulled her other nipples. Contradicting sensations bombarded her mind.

He pulled away from her left breast and turned his attention to her right breast lest it feel neglected. His arms moved to take off his gi and his warm body met her belly, skin to skin. The strange and foreign sensation flooded her mind and Kagome pressed her body tighter against his. Soft womanly curves met with steel-like planes of hard muscles. He returned his attention to her neck, gently teasing her neck with his fangs.

Kagome reached to push away him but along the way circled her arms around his neck and over his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. She felt him pulling away at her skirts and sharp claws slicing away at her cotton panty. Bare, callused palm and fingers met with smooth, soft, warm woman sex and Kagome whimpered, torn between pulling away in maidenly shame and pressing against his rough touch with wanton desire. He made the decision for her as his deadly claws pry open her crying labia and the rough, sword worn callus of his finger’s pad met with her blooming clitoris.

She gasped, “Ah!”

He grunted, “Hn…”

He played with her body like minstrel with his instrument, expertly and gently, yet full with experience and commands like a general before his army. He wasn’t all gentle like a gentleman, yet he wasn’t all rough like a bastard. But his administration upon her body was like a worshipper and his goddess, a lover with his love and so thorough she knew she will never be the same once he released her from his amorous attention.

Whimpering as he pushed her gently then roughly and then back to gently to the edge, changing from one to the other, prolonging her sensation until she feel like she will break from frustration. She didn’t notice when he moved his sashinuki, but she felt bare thighs meeting bare legs. The sensation was a shock through her and she felt a moment of fear, realising in what position she was in.

He noticed immediately the change and he looked at her, “Why are you hesitating? Are you going to grow old into a bitter spinster waiting for the hanyou who only reached for you half-heartedly?”

Kagome looked at him, “And you? Are you just using me and then throwing me away?” Tears welled in her blue eyes and her voice caught with her sentences. They watched each other when she asked again, “Am I just a stepping stone for your revenge?”

The wind caused the branches of the ancient forest surrounding them to creak, a quiet row of juries. Somewhere in the distance, a flock of birds were spooked from their perch as they took off to the evening sky. Kagome thought that he won’t answer, that he will rape her…but he answered her question;-

“Would I be here if that is the reason? Will I remember the name of an insignificant human if I were to get revenge on one I call my enemy?”

His gaze was burning, piercing, passionate…

“Is this Sesshoumaru so dishonourable in your eyes, Kagome?”

Kagome felt her breath left her from the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, she shook her head. Sesshoumaru offered a small, gentle smile, “I will wait for you to learn to love this Sesshoumaru,” He kissed her, that same slow, burning, all-consuming kiss that he reserved only for one he chose as his. She returned his kiss shyly before fighting for dominance, their body pressed and rubbed against each other.

In the haze of their passion, Kagome didn’t know when she moved and opened her legs for him. She can’t recall when he moved to position himself before her entrance. But she remembered pain. She recalled the sensation of being stretched when she wasn’t used to stretching, a muscle all but forgotten. Then she recalled the feeling and motion inside her, the sharp sensation as he kept stroking something inside her again and again; the sensation of something crashing over her as she jumped off the edge and flew. It repeated again and again, she can’t remember other than the thrusting motion and her receiving it in an ancient dance of love making…

And then…the sensation of being filled. The feeling of something warm rushing in and she climaxed again for that sensation. It happened again and again as she held onto Sesshoumaru as he groaned and shuddered in her arms, their sweaty body clinging to each other. She whimpered and gasped his name over and over while he bite her neck and licking it over and over

She has never thought that she will end up with Sesshoumaru….

Kagome came out startled from her dream when she felt tiny mouth sucked a little too hard on her milk laden breast. She blinked as she returned to reality and looked at the little angel in her arms. She learned to love, slowly, but surely. Between the courting, the fighting between brothers, the reconciling, the pregnancy, the shard hunting, and the birthing, somewhere along the road she learned to love the chilly Sesshoumaru.

He didn’t exactly turn into Prince Charming upon mating her. He was still his usual, cruel, aloof self. But Kagome learned; she learned to look for the subtle trace of his thoughts within his actions, slight as they maybe. She knew he didn’t lie. He said ‘I love you’ without speaking a word. He loved her even if she didn’t love him back.

It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just lust, and it wasn’t just because it was the mating season. It might relate to each other but it also doesn’t have any connection to each other. She learned to trust him and he learned to respect her race. They came around despite the block of cultural understanding and different body language. He wasn’t all that surprised about her time slipping identity.

He took it all in a stride. She had thought that it might be a bit too much for him but he didn’t care. He will take all that she gave him. Now that their child has come to the world safely, he showed more compassion than before, even naming Inuyasha, under threat of death, as his son’s godfather.

Kagome smiled as she noticed Sesshoumaru walking toward her with Inuyasha in tow, the latter walking with a kill from their hunt. They still argue, but it wasn’t as intense or deadly as before. They learned to tolerate each other. Kagome was surprised that the seed of youkai was affected by the mating season.

Thus she has a full blood pup in her arms rather than a hanyou. But she didn’t care. As long as the father admit his existence and didn’t throw her out of his life, she didn’t care at all. Things could have been worse. Human, youkai or hanyou, Kagome will love her child not matter what they turned out to be.

Yes, she learned to love…

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