The Perfect Gift by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

For the Sesskag Smutmas event - Day 8.
This one is a little weird, but ya know...felt like something different XD

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Sitting at a sleepy bar, lights dim and curling cigarette smoke lingering in the air, Kagome idly sipped her drink. A few Christmas decorations were hung up around the place, but it was sparse. The faded lights strained to twinkle within oppressive, dense shadows.

Sesshoumaru remained at her side, partially turned towards her, eyeing the patrons languidly. Even without touching her, his presence wrapped around Kagome like heavy vapour on a misty day.

Getting away from it all by visiting their holiday cabin was all very well and good for a few days, but they'd both become a tad bored. It was nothing a quick trip down the mountain couldn't fix though, and luckily Sesshoumaru happened to be proficient in flying, cutting the journey time down.

Glamoured whisky brown eyes slid to his wife.

"I was thinking…"

"Hm?" Kagome leaned against him slightly, radiating a lazy, comfortable air. Sesshoumaru's lips quirked. She had no right to look so innocent and laid back after tiring him out so completely the other day.

"We have yet to try something," he uttered casually, sipping his drink.

Kagome clocked onto his tone, raising a brow. "Try something… new?"

"Indeed."

"What is it?" Kagome glanced around, lowering her voice and blushing. "It's not public sex. We've definitely done that before."

Sesshoumaru smiled and tilted his head down to kiss her forehead, the chaste press of lips completely at odds with the heat she could elicit in his veins. A few people were staring, but he hardly cared. He hadn't thought himself the type to engage in public displays of affection but now had to hold himself back from wrapping his arm around her waist and going overboard. Maybe tossing her over the bar counter and-

Sesshoumaru shook such fantasies away.

"Not that," he purred. "Have you ever heard of erotic possession?"

Kagome choked on her drink, coughing and thumping her chest as Sesshoumaru chuckled lowly.

She spun to face him, red-faced but clearly searching his face with a curious spark glimmering within deep blue eyes. "What are you talking about? You want a ghost to possess my body? You cheater," she teased.

He rolled his eyes, huffing. "I have no interest in that," he drew his black turtleneck sweater down at the collar to expose faint teeth marks branding his neck. Kagome's mating mark. "When we mated, we bound our lives together. Our very spirits are tethered. I have heard of ways to… make use of that."

"How?" Kagome tilted her head, running her thumb over the mark and gaining a spark of possessiveness in her sweet scent. Sesshoumaru shivered, keeping her locked in a half-lidded stare. Their legs brushed under the bar.

"All you have to do is give me the use of your hands," Sesshoumaru's long fingers played with hers, eventually threading them together. Earthy brown eyes warmed into burning gold within the bar's lamplight. "I will take care of the rest."

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Kagome settled back against Sesshoumaru's chest that night, heart thundering. He could sense her nervousness. Running his palms over sun-kissed thighs, he dragged them in soothing motions while keeping her bare form locked to him upon their bed. "We do not have to-"

"I want to," Kagome cut him off, twisting in his arms to kiss his neck. "I'm just a little nervous because it's new, and I guess… I'm sceptical."

"Sceptical?"

His mate smiled sheepishly, "c'mon Sesshoumaru, it's just a little hard to believe. I've never seen you exhibit any kind of ghost-like powers! It sounds strange is all."

Sesshoumaru snorted, scraping his teeth over the shell of her ear, admiring the marked nape of her neck bathed within pale moonlight. "It is not 'ghost-like' in the least," he grumbled, soothing the drag of canines with a gentle suck. "I suppose you are eager for proof, are you not? Close your eyes."

Kagome smiled and leaned her head back against his shoulder, lashes falling shut as a sign of complete trust.

With quiet instruction from Sesshoumaru, she raised her powers, sparking aura expanding outwards. "Open yourself to me, leave nothing shut away," he murmured in her ear. "Lower all barriers in your mind. Relax. I have you…"

Kagome drew in a slow breath. She was aware of his touch, his warmth, scent, presence. Reiki played along her skin, sensing dark youki lacing with her holy aura. Their opposing powers sparked, before melding, able to mix partially due to the mating marks branding them. Binding them. A rush of white-hot sensations flooded her body as wild youki settled inside her, wrapping around her lungs and veins. Kagome trembled in his hold, instinctively feeling the need to push back. To force the presence out- but she managed to keep herself calm and still.

Sesshoumaru's hands glided down, smoothing over her arms, dipping into the crooks of her elbows. Mid-drag down to her wrists, clawed fingers phased through her flesh, disappearing, formless.

Kagome felt her arms go numb, falling uselessly to her sides.

"Do not panic," Sesshoumaru muttered in a low croon. His youki was wrapping tighter now, enclosing over her limbs, veins and organs like ribbons and shrinkwrap. Suffocating- if not for the feel of gentle lips kissing her throat, relaxing her. And suddenly she could breathe again, sucking in a harsh breath.

Kagome gasped, watching with amazement as her slim, pretty hands lifted into view without her consent. It were as if the strings of her marionette body had been cut loose. Kagome knew they were her arms. Felt them move. But she had no control over them anymore.

"Y-you're doing this?" she breathed, torn between amazement and horror. "You're able to move them?"

"Indeed. What did you think I meant by asking for the use of your hands?" Sesshoumaru uttered, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I-I don't know! This is so weird," Kagome blushed, squawking when her right hand casually cupped her breast. It felt surreal. As if the hand were both foreign and familiar. The fingers that stroked around the bud of her hardening nipple were sure and firm- the telltale scrape of nails and hard, punishing squeeze a signature move from Sesshoumaru.

"A-ah! I could…I could do this kind of thing myself, you know?" Kagome arched against his chest. "O-or you could…it feels better with your hands instead of mine."

"Hn, how very depressing," Sesshoumaru mused, forcing her freehand up to poke herself softly on the nose repeatedly. "You do not wish to play games with me during the holidays?" he teased.

"Sesshoumaru," Kagome growled in warning, moving her head back and nipping his neck.

"Gn….trust me," his controlled drawl wavered a moment. "Your hands aren't incapable of giving you pleasure, are they?"

Kagome squirmed, jolting and going still at the first touch of her fingers dipping between her legs, circling her clit. "They're too s-small," she swallowed, feeling his teeth scrape the delicate skin of her throat, "in comparison with yours. Mine won't satisfy me anymore and you know it."

"Oh, ye of little faith," his mouth stretched over her flesh in a wide smile, ego sufficiently stroked.

Kagome's breathing hitched as her fingers moved of their own accord, spreading herself, thumb and index finger rubbing and coaxing. It was dexterous, firm yet teasing. Better than the quick, frustrated glides she'd likely have used on herself. Even while touching herself, Kagome couldn't help but think of the digits buried inside her clenching cunt as Sesshoumaru's.

Her breaths came quicker and quicker. His cock had steadily perked up, now erect between her thighs. Heat was coursing through her veins now, and it took a moment for her to understand that flaring youki was working to stimulate her from the inside. With every pump of Sesshoumaru's 'fingers' his youki was there between her legs, running inside her core. She felt feverishly warm, filling up with his power. It was everywhere. 

"You're… inside," she choked out, eyes wide. 

From Sesshoumaru's uneven puffs of warm air fanning over her neck, she wagered whatever she felt was having an impact on him too. 

"You feel as warm and comfortable as ever," Sesshoumaru panted. 

Kagome shivered and moaned as he continued using her to roughly palm her own breast. In response, Kagome lifted her hips and began fucking herself on her fingers. 

"Gn- Hah!" twin exclamations rang out. Kagome smiled, squirming harder. His answering groans were delicious, though hard to appreciate due to her own mounting pleasure- his flaring youki only working to stimulate her clenching inner walls. A flicker against a certain spot deep inside had the miko throwing her head back. 

Going ramrod straight against him, Kagome's mouth opened in a silent scream- a shaky, euphoric cry rattling out soon after, eyes wide.

Holy shit. 

Sesshoumaru groaned, hot ribbons of his seed lashing onto her thighs. Kagome jolted at the unexpected sensation. He could usually last much longer than that, and she hadn't even touched him. 

Kagome felt herself sink backwards as he leaned back onto the covers, panting together. 

"I-I can still feel you," Kagome breathed. 

"My power remains within," Sesshoumaru muttered, kissing her head. "... Do you want more?" 

Kagome stared at the ceiling, catching her breath. There was probably something unethical about allowing your demonic lover to take your body for a joy-ride, but Kagome couldn't quite bring herself to care. 

"Yes," she whispered. "You can go deeper." 

"Hn." 

If anyone were to observe the lovers right then, nothing appeared to change for a moment. Sesshoumaru's limbs twined tighter around the woman, gradually phasing into her own. Soon the demon had disappeared entirely, settling inside the lone woman.

Kagome slowly sat up, black hair in disarray, inky and rumpled with a ghostly sheen due to the moonlight.

As she raised her face to the pale light, golden eyes fluttered open. 

Rosy lips curved upwards, hands moving to caress herself. 

"Now then, Kagome," she purred. "What should we start with, I wonder? Perhaps that purple vibrator you claim is too big?" Kagome's voice drawled, tipping her head to one side lazily as if listening to a reply. "Hn, do not fret, doubtful woman," she chuckled, easing her legs apart to expose herself in the mirror, golden eyes shining with a predatory glow as she teased herself. "I will take very good care of this body for the next few hours… have faith in your beloved mate." 

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