Stripping off Stockings by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

AN: For the Sesskag Smutmas event - Day 3.

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He knew what she was doing.

It was no accident Kagome just so happened to be wandering around their holiday cabin in his white shirt, red lacy stockings pulled up her legs to boot. Of course, his mate carried on bustling about in the kitchen as if all were right in the world, humming happily to herself. She had a habit of tempting him at the most random of times.

Little minx, Sesshoumaru folded his arms, having returned from gathering wood for the fireplace. He leaned against the threshold of the kitchen, wondering how to best go about cornering her. Or…since she desired to be chased, maybe he'd do nothing and see how she reacted.

Sesshoumaru smirked to himself, watching her hum along to some sort of garish boy band music playing on the radio that offended his ears. Kagome pretended as if she hadn't seen him, twisting her tempting body and shaking her hips while stirring batter in a bowl.

As she gently danced and swayed, golden eyes remained glued to her ass. She had a shapely, firm one that he often appreciated, gripping onto it during their lovemaking and massaging it in his palms. However…

Sesshoumaru squinted.

He could not quite make out what sort of lingerie she was wearing today- the shirt hiding both the colour and shape, which was unusual considering how see-through the material usually was.

Unless- Sesshoumaru sucked in a sharp breath.

As if to confirm his suspicions, Kagome swayed her hips once more, back facing him as she ran her fingers up her thighs and raked her palms up over the curves of her body, the material snagging on her hands and causing the hem to ride up, briefly flashing her generous behind.

She isn't wearing any.

Sharp teeth flashed. Perhaps he should delay as part of his original plan, but the blatant invitation could not be ignored any longer by the demon. He knew what she wanted. There would be no asking today- only taking.

Using his demonic speed, Sesshoumaru was behind her in an instant- palm covering her eyes and nose burying in wisps of dark curling hair, drinking deep. Kagome let out a soft, happy gasp, no doubt feeling his erection sliding snugly against her ass.

"Se-"

"Silence," he rumbled, feeling her tremble. Grasping her hair, Sesshoumaru shoved the back of her head forward so that she bent over the kitchen counter, her hands hastily shoving the bowl away- some mix spilling over the side. The sheer force of his body pinned Kagome in place against the hard surface, making her unable to move. Arousal fanned into the air, and Sesshoumaru smiled, sliding a hand beneath her to roughly explore her chest- claws shredding the shirt in harsh slashes when it proved troublesome.

"Were you waiting long? I should have drawn this out," he hissed softly in her ear, rocking his clothed erection between her legs while her thighs closed around him, feeling her eager rock and grind against him. "Made you desperate, begging for it. Was the wait long enough for you to become slick and ready for me, perverted little mate?" Sesshoumaru purred, biting the delicate shell of her ear as the lithe fingers of his free hand dipped between her trembling thighs and stroked the length of her sex, gathering evidence of her weeping folds onto his digits. "Was your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to filled? So very lonely and empty, despite my satisfying you last night? It is never enough with you."

Kagome whimpered and continued mindlessly grinding against him like an animal. She'd only become so honest due to his encouragement. He decided to reward her, instincts purring.

Sesshoumaru reached down and freed his cock, stroking it a few times before positioning it.

"Sesshoumaru, please. Hurry-"

"I thought I told you to be silent," he growled as his body surged forwards, pinning Kagome against that same surface once again, rough fingers grasping her thighs and commanding they part as he lifted her up effortlessly. Kagome cried out as her arms gripped onto the counter, her lower half raised, legs dangling mid-air as Sesshoumaru kept a firm grasp of her while pushing inside in one swift, powerful movement. Kagome keened and gasped, choking on a moan. He was entirely sheathed within, thick cock pulsing deep inside as he filled her completely. He could feel her walls clamp down hard, still tight even after so many years of enduring his thick cock. His hips ground forwards as she trembled against his figure.

Sesshoumaru began thrusting into her tight wet heat. Incredible as always, and ever so accommodating. He smiled darkly. Kagome let her head fall forwards, exposing her neck to Sesshoumaru's hungry mouth, letting him latch onto marked skin with his teeth. Painful bites and harsh sucking made a purr of delight emanate from the woman beneath him while she was jerked and slammed into over and over again like a ragdoll.

Sesshoumaru's claws scraped the meat of her thighs, hooking two fingers beneath her stroking and snapping it back against her skin. He panted harshly into the base of her neck, nuzzling it mindlessly. Ah, his favourite part of her. The place where his mating mark lay. The place he truly owned. His tongue flicked out to map the old teeth marks possessively.

He became aware of his miko reaching behind her during his thrusts, grasping his hip, attempting to pull him closer somehow, so desperate to feel him, feel in him a primal way that only he could understand. Their bodies and energies could sync together after all- their auras rising to twine together.

"I think you are a little bit obsessed with me, miko," Sesshoumaru chuckled breathlessly in her ear.

Kagome tilted her head to flash a smile over her shoulder, voice shaking. "L-look whose hah- talking."

Sesshoumaru returned the smile, before striking his teeth down directly into his old mating mark, the pain only serving to heighten Kagome's pleasure as his thrusts grew into a bruising speed, cock hitting places inside her that it had never managed to before – the angle fucking incredible.

His mate's sobs of pleasure filled the room, reaching a crescendo as Sesshoumaru's pace grew faster, pain no doubt shooting through Kagome's hips and thighs as they were crushed against the counter. She cried out her rapture in a strangled voice, cunt clenching desperately around him and encouraging him to follow, which he did. Sesshoumaru clenched his jaw tight and gave a muffled snarl. Her quivering sex milked him dry, their juices mingling to seep down her thighs as he finally, achingly pulled out of her. 

Sesshoumaru panted softly, billowing black strands of her hair onto his lips. He slowly released her thighs to set her down on the counter, running a possessive hand over her back while pressing a kiss to her bloodied neck. 

"Mine..." he said in a rumbling voice.

Kagome winced, reaching behind her to gingerly touch her nape. "Not again, Sesshoumaru," she sighed. "That's going to ache all week now."

The inuyoukai only wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her hair, lost in instincts. "Mine," he repeated again. 

"Yeah, yeah," Kagome smiled, patting his cheek tiredly with affection. "Yours."