The breath went out of Kagome’s lungs as her back hit the stony ledge. Pinning her down by the throat, Sesshoumaru hovered just above her, his reddened gaze hooded and close. Softly shining, his silver hair fell in a gleaming curtain around them, the stripes on his face broadening slightly as he settled his weight between the sprawl of her legs.

“Please, Sesshoumaru,” she said, her voice weak and frayed with longing, “please take me.”

Her hips rose beseechingly to his, her hyper-sensitized nub rubbing against the very tip of him. Sharply, he exhaled, his eyes sliding shut for a moment as his claws bit into her skin. When his gaze met hers again, the redness had cleared.

“Are you truly so desperate for me?” he murmured, releasing his hold on her throat.

The points of his claws trailed over her mouth, Kagome taking two of them in to the knuckle when he pressed past the seam of her lips. Licking gently over the pads of his fingers, she nodded, a shiver running through her as his erection dipped between her inner folds. Lightly, she brushed her tongue along the smooth underside of a claw, his fingers twitching in her mouth–the echoing twitch of his manhood against her making her groan.

Sesshoumaru pulled his fingers from her lips, his eyes remaining fixed upon hers as he trailed his wet claws over her chin, down her neck, and into the space between her full, peaked breasts. She hadn’t realized how badly she’d wanted him to touch her there until he wasn’t. That sculpted chest of his remained just beyond the reach of her bowed-out spine, Kagome whimpering as his fingers traced along one upthrust swell, skirting deliberately past her puckered nipple in their descent.

“Why?” he demanded, his gaze sharpening as his claws scratched down the plane of her belly. “Why do you desire me so?”

Kagome stared back, bewildered. Is that a rhetorical question…? But if he was genuinely asking, she was at even more of a loss. How could she begin to explain her passion for him? To Kagome, it seemed like a profound, tangled mystery–a convoluted blend of thought and feeling and experience. The complexity of it put the mess of the seal to shame. Folding in and back on itself so many times throughout the past two years, she couldn’t even tell anymore where her desire for him had really first begun–let alone pinpoint why it had.

He was obviously an incredibly attractive, powerful, enigmatic guy, and although they’d been enemies when they’d first crossed paths, she had to question even now whether the seeds of all this had been planted as far back as that first meeting. The thought that she might have always felt this attraction to him was a bit terrifying because there was no rational basis for it–nothing but pure, raw emotion and animal magnetism.

“I…I don’t know, exactly,” she admitted at last, her fingers skimming in a similar pattern down the hard ridges of his chest and abs. “I just do.”

“It is senseless,” he agreed, his claws scraping over her mound as he drew back onto his knees above her. “This desperation.”

His long silky tresses pooled at her hip, her skin prickled from the whispering path his hair had trailed down her body as he rose. Gathering it up, he pushed the sheet of spun silver behind him, Kagome watching with rapt attention as he tucked one loose tendril behind the point of an ear.

This was the first time she’d seen him fully naked. Craning her neck up from the ledge, she feasted her eyes greedily upon him–the fierce, perfect angles of his face tempered by the hazy lust in his eyes, the inhumanly defined breadth of his chest and shoulders, the stark, narrower lines delineating his stomach and hips, and, of course, the almost scarily prominent jut of his sex. Darker than the rest of him, his erection glistened with her wetness and his own, his clawed thumb sweeping almost idly over it as he followed her hungry gaze down.

“Would you like to see,” he said as he leaned back over her, something fluffy and soft sliding underneath her neck and shoulders–propping her up, “how desperate I am for you?”

Fine fur tickled her jaw. Must be his weird pelt, Kagome realized dimly. Even detached from his body, it was strangely warm. Though she was pretty sure this last question of his had been rhetorical, Kagome nodded all the same as he sat back on his heels between the spread of her legs. She moistened her lips as the slender, deadly fingers of his left hand fastened around his rigid shaft and began to move before her eyes.

His right hand was planted on the inside of her thigh, pressing her further open as he pumped himself with increasing speed. Kagome watched him pleasure himself to her in total, unguarded fascination. Maybe Yuka had been right about the less dominant hand theory, but she liked to believe there was another explanation. In a way, that left hand was her hand–the hand she given back to him. Her eyes darkened at the thought, watching possessively as those fine, strong fingers she had helped to bring back into existence clenched and stroked so erotically around him.

She liked to think that he thought this way, too–that, even during those eight months they’d been apart, he’d been touching himself like this to her in secret.

Tracing the edge of a nail around one stiff, rosy nipple, Kagome wondered when she’d become such a sex fiend. Maybe it had always been lurking within her, and Sesshoumaru had just been the one to bring it out. She remembered watching those porn movies at Yuka’s house–the ones she had lifted from her brother’s room. While she and Eri had giggled like hyenas through the whole thing–and poor Ayumi had hidden her eyes behind her hands–Kagome had observed the various acts with a keen, almost academic interest.

Easing her hand down to the junction of her thighs, she could state without any hesitation that what Sesshoumaru was doing right now was at least a thousand times sexier than anything she had seen in those movies. His grip on her bent leg tightened as the up-and-down course of his hand grew faster and less controlled. His eyes were bleeding red again, his taut abdominal muscles somehow drawing tauter still as she grazed a fingertip over her swollen nub.

She gasped when his hand suddenly seized hers, forcing her fingers down through her outer folds as he commanded her tersely, “Spread yourself for me–I need to see.”

Swallowing, Kagome brought both hands between her legs, parting her lower lips for him completely. Her heartbeat accelerated at the sheer vulnerability, the sheer wantonness of putting her femininity on such open display. Sesshoumaru growled low in his throat at the sight, the engorged head of his erection welling anew. Kagome bit down hard on her tongue, remembering the rich salty taste of him–repressing the urge to turn over onto her hands and knees and take him in her mouth again.

…He might even let her.

But if she did that, she wouldn’t get to see what she now felt like her life depended on for her to see–the absolute sexual unraveling of one Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands. Her core leaked in anticipation, wetness wending its way down her cleft in a steady trickle as he snared her hip and dragged her closer to his lowered length. There was the tense hitch of his breath, the violent clench of his jaw–a moment before his pleasure melted those harsh, ferocious features–turning his eyes to liquid gold, flooding her own needy flesh in a hot, luxurious ivory torrent, bathing her in the pure essence of him.

Panting, he unwound his hand from his spent manhood, his fingers going to her instead. Firmly, he pushed his spilled seed into her, collecting it from her sodden folds and working it into her as deeply and thoroughly as he could. Kagome bucked and whined at the bliss of this penetration, his other hand holding her up at the small of her back so that she could see exactly what he was doing.

“There’s so much,” she whispered, her slick fingers slipping between them, gliding over his sticky, semi-erect length.

Claws still buried inside her, Sesshoumaru shoved her down onto her back again, the smirk he wore as he leaned over her making her walls clench with a violence that was totally, objectively unfair. Languorously, he swiped his tongue over her nipple, eliciting a half-choked moan of surprise. As his two fingers continued to plunge, he swept the pad of his thumb occasionally against her nub, each successive touch making Kagome that much more certain that she was going to lose her mind.

His sinful face was hovering above hers, his beautiful eyes holding her own in a sex-induced trance. His claws wove through the spill of her hair, pulling her head to the side as he lowered his mouth to her upturned ear.

“Come for me, Kagome,” he delivered with perfect timing, the fingers within her stilling as he applied the most terrible, amazing pressure to the underside of her pounding nub.

Infinitely better than the movies, was Kagome’s last coherent thought before her mind and body exploded in senseless pleasure. Swiftly, Sesshoumaru captured her mouth with his, her moans and whimpers smothering–unheeded and unheard–beneath the merciless onslaught of his lips and fangs and tongue. Only after the last spasms of her release subsided did he finally withdraw his hand, the Sesshoumaru Effect setting in full swing as Kagome broke breathlessly away from his kiss, her head falling dazedly back against the pelt behind her.

Still balanced above her, Sesshoumaru brought his drenched claws to his lips instead, Kagome watching blearily as licked them slowly clean in front of her.

Better than anything… her mind amended faintly.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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