His Scent by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

AN: For Sesskag Week Day 3 - Red (Power & Passion)

Warning: Smut

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A village festival was a rare but welcomed treat. Since Kaede's sleepy village had been expanding, fairly prosperous despite the warring times- they'd decided to celebrate. Food stalls had been set up, lanterns guiding the way as travellers gathered, merchants wishing to sell their wares for the festivities.

Kagome grinned, happy to see everyone in such high spirits. Finishing tying Rin's obi at the back, she ushered the child to the hut's exit.

"Now go have fun! Stay with Shippo until I can catch up, alright?"

Rin hesitated outside, adjusting her yellow hair tie. "Don't you want us to wait for you?"

"It's fine," Kagome waved off, holding the door cover aside to peer out, catching sight of Sango further down the path, waiting with Shippo and her cluster of children. "See? Sango's right there too. It won't take me long to get ready, promise."

Rin brightened, also noticing Jaken and Kohaku lingering outside a hut. Kagome happened to follow her gaze- witnessing the very moment a certain demon emerged from inside.

She had to say, she'd been surprised that snooty Lord Sesshoumaru had deigned to join them for the evening. He loathed walking among humans at the best of times, but it seemed he'd made an effort, not just to attend but to dress as finely as possible. He donned a black, silky hankimono with faded gold and red brush-stroke patterns drifting down the fabric.

Even more surprising, Kagome noticed his lack of swords and armour.

He almost seemed...casual. Oozing confidence and a strange kind of magnetism he didn't usually have. Sesshoumaru's energy usually felt cold, closed off. Tonight his youki hummed and openly crackled, practically beckoning. Mokomoko hung around the crook of his right arm, the only thing remaining from his usual ensemble. The fur puffed up slightly as her reiki responded to his demonic power, flaring in her aura.

Gold clashed with blue.

Sesshoumaru tilted his chin up, sweeping an unblinking gaze over her apparel and frowning softly at her lack of kimono.

Blushing, Kagome stepped back. She quickly encouraged Rin to leave, who squealed and rushed off to join everyone.

Witnessing the strange band of demons and people wander further towards the stalls together, Kagome disappeared back inside.

She quickly shed her clothes and began dressing, slightly flustered by the intricacies of the layers and the dark flare of youki lingering outside.

What the heck had that been all about?

"Are ye still here, Kagome?"

With a wince, she glanced over one shoulder as Kaede joined her. She smiled sheepishly, raising the red sleeve of her kimono. "Care to help a girl out?"

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After giving an excited twirl and feeling strangely giddy, Kagome kissed the old woman on the cheek for her assistance.

"I should probably try to tame my hair back though. Crap, I hope Sango has some spare hair-pins in her hut."

Kaede rolled her only available eye, shooing her out. "Be gone, girl- or the festival will be over before ye even arrive!"

Laughing, Kagome thanked her once more before hurrying out. The brisk evening air did little to deter the glow in her cheeks. In truth, she'd brought the red kimono months ago in the hopes of attending the festival with Inuyasha, but hindsight was unfortunate, and breakups were unexpected. Luckily they'd moved past most of the lingering awkwardness, remaining friends.

Ducking inside Sango and Miroku's empty hut without permission, she looked around, knowing her friends wouldn't mind the intrusion.

She hadn't made it three steps before stopping, noticing something.

Clothes had been discarded on the floor.

White and red silks. Armour set down to one side. Boots toppled inelegantly.

Now she remembered; Jaken and Kohaku had been waiting outside that very hut while Sesshoumaru had changed.

"And he undresses like a teenager, apparently," she snorted, approaching the messy cluster of fabrics. Bending down, she neatly arranged his boots, picking up white hakama pants and a crisp white underlayer, folding them nicely. Kagome then grasped his beautiful hankimono, standing to shake it out and carefully fold it, running curious hands over the cool material that yielded like water to the slightest touch.

Pausing with the folded bundle in her arms, Kagome was seized with a mad impulse.

She didn't think anything of it at the time- lulled by instinct and domestic ease.

Kagome dipped her nose down to soft silks, inhaling.

Her lungs filled; wild woods, clove and spicy, curling smoke from a kiseru pipe all dowsed in a masculine scent burst through her system, fogging her head with a pleasant buzz. Traces of youki flew through her body. Her mouth inexplicably filled with saliva. The reaction was immediate- arousal shooting straight down to her core, goosebumps fanning over her skin. Kagome quietly gasped into the material, shuddering.

Holy shit.

She'd never really paid attention to Sesshoumaru's smell before, but his scent was downright heavenly, even to a human.

Wait...what the hell was she doing?!

Jolting, Kagome broke away from the clothing as though burned, cheeks blazing.

The damage had already been done though. She couldn't rid herself of the potent, fresh, stirring scent of him. Intoxicating. She had the ridiculous urge to bundle herself in his clothes and hibernate.

Shadows moving on the wall caught her attention, and Kagome turned, gaping.

Sesshoumaru stared back. A feral, burning gaze slid to the clothes in her arms.

"Sesshoumaru!" she squeaked too loud. "I-I was just…" floundering, she gestured helplessly, "you left your clothes lying around! Are you that irresponsible? Even my brother knows to fold his clothes and clean up after himself."

His brow arched, cutting through her bluster. "Mn...does your brother also smell other people's clothes as you do?"

"I…" she faltered. So he had seen. Death loomed imminent on the horizon. "I-I'm really sorry- I'm not usually this much of a creep, I swear. Something just came over me."

The Daiyoukai gazed at her expressionlessly, face smooth as though carved from marble, not willing to divulge one single hint as to his thoughts. Golden eyes gave off their own glow within the shadowed space, slit pupils magnetic, drawing her in.

Kagome swallowed, needing to inhale shakily- feeling breathless suddenly. An unknown energy hummed in the air, rousing. Similar to youki and yet not. A pulsing thing that stirred her insides. Her heart drummed, spurred on by his strange, inhuman stillness that sent alarm bells ringing- instincts recognising a predator when they saw one.

She drew her heel back, thighs squeezing together.

No, no… she squeezed her eyes shut. Don't get the wrong idea. He's not into you, damn it. All those times I've caught him looking at me lately were just coincidence-

Sesshoumaru's handsome features blurred, appearing much too close for comfort. Their noses brushed, breaths mingling. Kagome squeaked, back meeting a wall.

"Do you have a particular interest in my scent, miko?" he purred, apparently more amused by the predicament than offended.

Great, as if his ego needed any more stroking.

Kagome huffed, avoiding eye contact and using his bundled clothes as a shield. "It wasn't a bad scent, I guess. As far as smells go though it was nothing special."

What a big fat lie. His hankimono smelled like the equivalent of cat-nip to felines. Downright mouth-watering. She wanted to dip her nose down and inhale again, but knew that to be crossing a line she'd long since bulldozed over moments ago.

Pale lips curved, and Sesshoumaru cocked his head. Silver hair spilt down over one shoulder.

"Are you certain it was so average?" he leaned closer, the atmosphere tightening with silent expectation in the wake of his hushed voice. "Only this one thought he detected a strong, telling reaction to my scent. From you."

Her chest began to heave. Damn it. She'd tried to repress her awful, inconvenient attraction to this demon for months. This was bad. Very bad.

Kagome's teeth gnawed on her bottom lip, blood heating the second slit pupils zeroed in on the action, dilating.

A trickle of wetness touched her inner thigh, and Kagome flushed red, embarrassingly slick.

And he hadn't even touched her.

"Must've been your imagination," she panted.

Sesshoumaru's muscles coiled, nostrils flaring. His lips parted, letting out a low, appreciative rumble. A sharp canine could be glimpsed, saliva-coated.

Kagome shook herself firmly. She wasn't some swooning maiden looking to sigh over him and inevitably face rejection. Ducking around his side, she managed to avoid touching his arm. "Anyway, we should really-"

A hand locked around the back of her neck, dark hair catching about his claws. Kagome gasped, freezing as Sesshoumaru tugged her in close, lips brushing her ear, tilting his head to allow her access to the length of his neck.

"Perhaps you should check again," golden eyes caught hers, gleaming in the shadows.

Shock slammed through her ribcage. Was he serious?

Kagome shifted, tentatively leaning toward him, checking his reactions for signs of trickery. When he remained magnanimous, placid, she carefully touched a firm shoulder. Her nose bumped his neck, inhaling softly.

The same bolt of arousal shot down her spine, and arms immediately captured her. Kagome gasped, holding on around his neck. Sesshoumaru caged her against the wall, claws catching in the material at her hip, biting through it to nick her skin.

"You should know; this one will be going into rut soon. My scent has thus become stronger- but I did not anticipate a human being able to detect it. The others at the festival did not seem to."

"O-oh…" Kagome's mouth opened in a silent gasp as his open mouth pressed to her neck, sucking and lapping at the skin.

"I seek a mate, Kagome," he hissed in her ear.

She shivered, thinking he was just playing with her. There was no way the great Daiyoukai seriously meant to hint toward anything so monumental. "Really?" she played along, stroking the back of his neck. "Sounds interesting."

He crooned, shuddering slightly. "Why are you wearing his colour?" Sesshoumaru uttered quietly, lips ghosting her jaw, "when it is painfully obvious you are not his any longer."

Kagome wanted to argue and say she hadn't thought of it as Inuyasha's colour, but he was right.

"I didn't have anything else to wear," she breathed.

"Hn, and this was to be worn for his enjoyment," teeth dragged at her neck in a firm, exhilarating scape. His thumb hooked under her obi, unexpectedly grabbing it tight. "Red does not suit you, miko," he said flippantly. "White is much more befitting."

Fabric gaped open at her shoulders a moment later. Sesshoumaru's hand came back into sight, having blurred so quick it had sliced through the material like butter.

Kagome gasped, letting go of him to hold the severed clothing to her chest as it threatened to gape open.

Indignation suddenly gripped her, and she snarled. "You jerk! This was expensive! I'm a college student, you know? I don't have money to waste! B-besides Kaede took ages helping me prepare for this festival and now you've-"

Lips crashed to hers, firm fingers grasping her chin to hold her in place. Kagome squeaked, skull pressing uncomfortably against the wall, but one sharp inhale from her and she felt gooey again, shifting her mouth against his. His lips felt nice, a little softer than expected. He coaxed her mouth open but it was Kagome who pressed forward- brushing her tongue inside the hot cavern of his mouth first.

Feeling wicked and daring enough- she bit down on his bottom lip.

Sesshoumaru made a stifled noise against her mouth. He rumbled like distant thunder, the noise vibrating from his chest. His hips rocked forward, nestling himself intimately against her and grinding. Shuddering, Kagome gripped his clothes tight, experimentally running a tongue over his fangs.

The reaction was immediate. Sesshoumaru caged her harder against the wall, grabbing her beneath her thighs and hooking them around his waist, grinding against her harder with a muffled growl.

"Hah- are we uh- really going to do this?" Kagome pulled away, feeling him lick her lips and nip her mouth.

"Hn, unless you have some paltry last-minute protests, miko," he uttered, eyes half lidded. Gentle knuckles ran down the length of her blushing cheek. "Long have I awaited the day in which the last vestiges of your 'love' for my wretched half-brother be shed. Do not toy with me by pretending you don't feel this," his hand snaked between them, pressing firmly against her covered sex and rubbing. Kagome moaned, blushing furiously.

"I wasn't playing coy! I'm just saying; we should move this elsewhere! I want you- but I-I'm not doing anything while in Sango and Miroku's hut."

Sesshoumaru blinked with surprise, shoulders relaxing. His arms wrapped around her waist, blurring out the door.

Wind lashed at Kagome's hair, colours streaking around her. Clutching onto the demon with barely concealed relief, she reeled from the situation.

Even when he stopped just shy of a cave, pinning her down to the cool earth with feverish kisses, it felt unreal. How bizarre. Against all logic and the status quo, they'd connected. It was Sesshoumaru's hands on her body.

"Say it again," he whispered huskily against her, nipping a hot trail down her neck.

She jolted, "I'm not doing anything while in-?"

"No- say that you want me."

Kagome forced herself to wake up, clutching at his head and dragging him up from her neck to kiss him passionately. She was going to participate and enjoy every damn moment of this. She'd been waiting long enough.

"I want you," she breathed. Swinging her legs up to tighten her thighs around his waist, nestled him close. "I want you so much, Sesshoumar- ah!"

He ripped the red kimono open, cupping her breast and squeezing.

Sounds from the village celebration reached them, somewhat too close for comfort. Kagome hoped no one took a late stroll through the darkened forest. Drumming and flute music melded with her heartbeat, warm light from a towering bonfire obscured by the thick trees.

Sesshoumaru's grunts were hushed in comparison with the distant noises. She longed to hear more from him, biting blunt nails into the flesh of his back the second his mouth latched onto her exposed nipple.

He grunted slightly louder, but that wasn't good enough. Mewling as a sinuous tongue lapped and teased at her hardening peak, Kagome's hands began tugging impatiently at his clothes.

With a chuckle, he obliged, heatedly kissing the valley of her breasts while assisting her with stripping him. His dark outer layer went first, obi loosened and tossed aside, underlayer ripped off. Kagome's face pressed to his neck, nuzzling there, before biting down.

"Gn-ngh!"

Ah, that had been a nice sound.

Kagome flushed red, only growing wetter as Sesshoumaru panted against her, attempting to wrestle back control by palming her breast.

Grinning, she scraped hungry teeth over his throat, clamping down and sucking hard, branding his skin with a hickey. Sesshoumaru gasped and hissed, and Kagome quickly palmed the outline of his cock through his hakama pants, relishing in the feeling of him jerking against her, hips stuttering.

I did that. Me.

The realisation sent a cool breeze of confidence through Kagome, ego emboldened. Her hair was roughly yanked back, Sesshoumaru's red-eyes glaring into hers, but she felt content. Secure in her own sexuality for the first time in a while.

"I will not last long if you continue to do such things, miko," he uttered darkly.

Kagome licked her lips, grinning mischievously, dark hair pooling around his fist. "Do what?"

His clothed cock twitched in her hand. A feral grin crept across the Daiyoukai's shadowed face until every one of his teeth showed.

It should've been a terrifying expression, but it sent a bolt of weird excitement all the way to Kagome's toes. She lifted her arms for him.

Sesshoumaru immediately lunged down like a starving wolf about to consume prey. He shed the last of his clothing and took impatient claws to her kimono, shedding it to ribbons. With a quick, hard kiss, large hands clamped onto her hips, angling them up.

"You had best brace yourself, Kagome."

Kagome smiled, reaching out to stroke a magenta stripe hooking low on his 'v' line. "I think I can handle it."

He looked deliciously rumpled, barely holding onto control, panting like a strained, wild animal. Even his voice held a faint growl under it. "This will trigger my rut, which will last several days," he wrapped a hand around her throat, gently squeezing. "You will make for a splendid cock-warmer for the foreseeable future."

"Wait, what?" she stiffened. Several days?!

He smirked wickedly, "my apologies, I should not refer to my prospective mate thus."

"Prospective mate? Okay- that's...wow. I thought you were just joking about that," Kagome gaped, touching his chest. "I didn't think you'd ever kiss me up until a few minutes ago and now we're talking like this is potentially a marriage deal?"

"Hn, as stated; I have wanted this for some time," he stated easily. Always so resolute, absolutely certain in what he wanted. "If you have a problem with it, now is the time to say. There is a high chance I will accidentally mate you while in rut."

Kagome bit her lip. It would be incredibly irresponsible of her to agree when they weren't even dating. However...

She gazed up at him, remembering all their scant little conversations over the months. How they'd built a quiet little camaraderie that had started fanning the flames of heady desire in the first place. She didn't know him romantically. But she knew him through things like battle and little things. Trusted him. Liked him.

Moreover, the desire twisting in her gut wouldn't be silenced. Not to be dramatic but Kagome felt like she'd die if they stopped now.

Definitely overdramatic but-

She wrapped a hand around his large cock, testing the weight of it in her hand, stroking. Bringing him down for a kiss cemented her answer. A little spur of the moment but throwing her whole heart into it. Sesshoumaru quickly rushed in, mouth bruising hers in its force. The palpable sense of relief flooded through him into her.

With a quick brush of his fingers over her dripping sex, as though checking her readiness- Sesshoumaru angled his hips down, pushing inside her.

Blue eyes flew wide, all humour leaving Kagome's face. It felt big inside her, almost too much to joke about. She stiffened and shuddered, incredibly full without him completely inside.

"Relax for me, miko," his hissing, velvety voice tried to soothe, stroking her cheek and trailing his touch down to her clit, stimulating her. Kagome panted, drawing him in close and angling her throat, baring it to him. Sesshoumaru gratefully kissed and nuzzled the available flesh, groaning.

He stayed motionless and sucked greedily on her neck for a few moments while she adjusted to his size, until Kagome felt she was about as comfortable as it was going to get. She squirmed, impatiently rolling her hips. Taking the hint, he pulled out and pushed in again, grunting as slick walls clamped tightly around him. With a low rumble that vibrated from his chest into hers, Sesshoumaru began a slow, strenuous tempo.

Moaning in his ear, Kagome cradled him close, exploring the plains of his muscular back.

"It feels so good," she panted.

The whole thing felt achingly tight and full, but the more he moved the more it began to feel mouth-wateringly addictive. Trying to fray his control, Kagome smiled in the dark. Reiki spilt to life on the pads of her fingers, trailing biting ends into his shoulders.

Sesshoumaru gasped- a sharp jerk of his striped hips sending her yelping.

His hand immediately clamped onto her head, forcing her down and pinning her body tight against the ground. "So you desire it rougher, miko? Good," he purred. "I wondered if you'd make for a soft or biting lover. I am pleased to find it is the latter."

His cock pushed all the way in abruptly, sending a choked noise up Kagome's windpipe. Her lungs compressed as Sesshoumaru began pounding ferally into her, hips snapping forward mercilessly.

Kagome wasn't deterred. She kept sending bursts of holy power trailing over his skin, until mokomoko lashed around her wrists, pinning her arms above her head. Mewling happily, Kagome panted, blue eyes pleasantly hazed. Sesshoumaru's markings turned jagged- lips pulling back over bared teeth, growling with each slam of his hips.

Having gotten used to the sensation, Kagome thrust eagerly up to meet his frantic tempo. "Please," she whispered mindlessly. "Harder- fuck me harder."

With a savage noise, Sesshoumaru pulled out of her. Blue eyes flew wide as large hands flipped her over to land on her stomach, grass cushioning her breasts and knees- dripping thighs spread.

An unnervingly long tongue snaked between her legs, licking at her inner folds.

"Ah-!" she gasped, moaning. It flicked briefly inside, tasting, and she rocked against it.

The sensation drew away then- replaced by the hard pressure of his cock. It sank inside her with one fierce slam that knocked the breath out of her.

Kagome's body turned to mush beneath his, mouth open in a daze. Sesshoumaru angled her ass up, setting a dangerously quick speed, pistoning his hips.

"Fuck- fuck-" he grunted lowly, a strangled, harsh mutter against her hair. Kagome felt hot breath panting against the back of her neck. "You are- gn- exquisite. Come for me, and I will give you a reward."

"Yes-" she managed to pant.

Gritting her teeth, hands curled into mokomoko's soft furs. Heat shot low in her stomach, twisting. A particularly hard thrust that hit deep in her core had Kagome crying out, clenching around him like a vice, releasing. Pleasure rushed through her veins, clamping her inner walls around him.

Sesshoumaru made a loud, guttural noise, biting her shoulder while simultaneously ramming himself entirely inside her, allowing her tight cunt to milk him dry, spilling his seed within.

Kagome cried mindless gibberish, saliva escaping the corner of her mouth. She felt so deliciously full, a curious heat spreading through her veins out from his bitemark.

Vague worry about him releasing inside was counteracted with the contraceptive pill she'd been taking. Modern birth control could ward off demonic sperm, right?

Kagome soaked in bliss, too dopey and content to really worry about it.

The demon at her back shuddered, breathing ragged. Sesshoumaru slowly pulled out of her, turning her over onto her back and licking at the salty sweat peppering her form.

This only coaxed the embers of muted arousal to climb higher once more. She shivered, skin sensitive.

Red eyes slid up to meet hers, arms circling her waist. "I will not be returning you for some time."

"I'm alright with that," she grinned weakly, wrestling both arms free from mokomoko to loop them around his neck. "At least take me inside the cave next time."

"Hn, not that you minded being exposed," Sesshoumaru licked at her cheek, lifting her into his arms. Rumbling possessively, he stood, carrying the naked miko towards his claimed cave.

Kagome arched a brow once they made it inside, noticing the rich nest of furs awaiting them for a bed, along with packages of food and tall vases containing water. Torches flickered to life with a scant burst of youki.

"You're pretty prepared for this," a thought occurred to her, gaping. "Wait- if you were so close to going into rut, why were you attending the festival? D-did you anticipate this happening?"

Sesshoumaru stared at her in silence. Crimson eyes flickered in the torchlight, blazing redder and brighter than the robe of the fire-rat.

With a sonorous, guttural chuckle and sharp gleaming teeth, Sesshoumaru descended upon her mouth once more. Kagome squeaked, soon recovering and growling, arching up out of his arms to topple him back into the furs.

Straddling his lap, she grinned, inhaling his addictive scent once more. If he was going to claim her countless times, she may as well score a few rounds herself first.

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