Simply Hard by elle6778

Chapter 1

A/N: This was inspired by Chapter 8 of my other story, A Simple Legacy. But it does not follow the story! This one is written as a separate one-shot and it's really nothing but plotless smut! Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it!

Simply Hard by elle6778


Beautiful stone walls enclosed the natural cluster of hot springs, giving the occupants the impression that they were outdoors instead of being indoors. The hot water which streamed from a raised rock ledge further enhanced the atmosphere by forming a small waterfall.

Overall, it was calm and peaceful.

Unfortunately, peace was the furthest thing from Kagome's mind as she sat on a damp rock beside the Lord of the Western Lands, trying her best not to twitch nervously. It was hard not to do so, she thought.

Hard... She winced at the direction of her wayward thoughts. Her face flamed in embarrassment, but she just could not stop her eyes from wandering.

His water slicked shoulders... Hard.

His muscular chest tapering down to a chiselled abdomen with the odd droplets of water...Hard.

Her eyes travelled lower, but she forced herself to skip over his towel-clad groin. When her gaze landed on his wounded thighs, she barely suppressed her groan. She could feel her cheeks burning up with embarrassment.

It was an unforgivable crime that someone had been cruel enough to mar his perfect skin with injuries. But she supposed that if he had not been injured, she would not be sitting here so close to his mostly nude body. And she would not have offered to heal his shoulder and thighs. Her eyes zoomed in to those thighs. They were smooth, with silvery hair sprinkled over rock hard muscles. Even his knees looked sexy, bending to join his calf. Her eyes travelled back up those long shapely legs of his until they were hidden from sight by the small white towel.

She raised her head expecting to find Sesshoumaru staring at her with his usual expression of bored indifference. But to her horror, there was a knowing gleam in his eyes. Had he guessed her thoughts, she wondered, trying not to cringe in embarrassment.

She quickly averted her gaze and forced herself to focus on healing his shoulder wound. Her hands hovered over the angry red slashes, barely touching his skin as she concentrated on her healing powers. A tingling feeling in her palms told her that the process had begun. It did not take long before the wound closed, leaving healthy pink flesh in its place.

She drew in a fortifying breath, knowing what she had to do next. She turned to look at him to find that his eyes were shut. Taking advantage of the opportunity to study him, she let her eyes sweep over his aristocratic features. The crescent moon crowning his forehead was stark against his pale skin, giving him an exotic look. His skin looked smooth, unblemished apart from the magenta stripes on his high cheekbones. Her eyes travelled further down until she reached his lips. Vaguely, she wondered if it was as soft as it looked.

She blinked, quickly shaking away her thoughts.

"Sesshoumaru?"

His golden eyes snapped open to pin a questioning look on her.

She could feel the blush in her cheeks spread down her neck as she spoke. "I need to ...um... heal your leg."

"There is no need for embarrassment, Miko," he told her, looking mildly amused.

Nodding, she got up from the rock she had been sitting on and lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Sesshoumaru shifted a little to accommodate her with a gap between his knees. Instantly, Kagome's eyes were drawn to the shadowed place under the towel where his thighs met his body.

Groaning inwardly, she tore her eyes away. She did not dare to look up to see if Sesshoumaru had detected her eyes' foray into forbidden territory.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands over his thighs, feeling him tense at the motion. The contact was strangely more intimate than when she had been healing his shoulders and it made her feel awkward. As she fumbled to find a comfortable position to commence the healing, her fingernails scraped the inside of his left thigh.

Sesshoumaru hissed.

Gulping, she glanced up to find him looking down at her with a frown. "Sorry," she mumbled as she placed her trembling hands over his wounds, her long black hair brushing his knees.

"Hn."

Focus, Kagome. Focus!

Gritting her teeth and willing herself hormones to behave, she concentrated on her powers. His thigh began to glow where her palms met his skin, and the familiar tingling feeling began.

"Who did this, Sesshoumaru?" she asked, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence.

"It's not important," he replied, sounding disinterested.

She gave him a puzzled look. "It must have been someone pretty powerful to cause this much damage to you." The glow on his thighs receded, signalling that the healing was complete.

To her surprise, his claws closed into a tight fist. "No," he replied tersely.

Okay, she had hit a nerve there. Perhaps she should just stick to the healing.

She dropped her eyes down to his thighs, studying the new pink tissues. Of their own accord, her fingers began to trail over the lines, feeling the contrast of the smooth texture with its surrounding tougher skin.

"Miko. What are you doing?"

Her fingers stilled and her eyes widened in horror. He was going to kill her now. He was going to kill her for daring to touch his body. Quickly, she stood up and took a step away from him.

"I...um..." she faltered as she twisted her fingers nervously.

"This Sesshoumaru did not give you permission to touch him in such a familiar manner."

This time she groaned out loud. There was no way she could feel more embarrassed than she did at the moment. "I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"Apologies are insufficient."

She must have heard wrongly. She must have. Even Sesshoumaru would not be so cruel as to punish her for this.

Would he?

"W-What do you mean?" she ventured uncertainly.

"When apologies are insufficient, punishment follows."

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in alarm.

His eyebrow lifted slightly. "And punishment must befit the crime."

The predatorial gleam in his eyes was unnerving as he stared at her unwaveringly. Gulping, she took another step back away from him. He responded by getting to his feet.

She retreated further, fixing an apprehensive pair of eyes on him. "S-Sesshoumaru..." she stuttered.

"Miko." His steps were languid, unhurried, but there was no mistaking his intent. He was stalking her.

She was being stalked by Sesshoumaru, the mighty youkai who could move at a speed beyond the capacity of her human eyesight. Her heart began to thump wildly in her chest and she felt the sudden rush of adrenaline. Yes, he was a beautiful specimen of a male. And yes, he was sexy and he has a drool-worthy body, but still...

With a strangled scream, she spun around and ran.

She had barely taken three steps before she found herself grabbed around the waist. Her squeak of protest was cut short as she found herself lifted off the ground and turned around.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lips to stop herself from whimpering. She could feel herself being pressed against him; thigh to thigh, hip to hip and breast to chest. Inhaling sharply, she took in his clean male scent and to her consternation, felt an answering heat rise within her body.

"Miko." His tone was hard and uncompromising.

Her eyes snapped open at his voice to lock onto his. For a moment, she could not speak. There was an expression she had not seen before in those molten gold orbs. A heated expression.

Kagome gasped.

The touch of his clawed finger against the side of her neck came as a shock, but she could not stop a shiver from running down her spine as he traced a line from her hairline down to her shoulders. His eyes were fixed to his fingers, almost as if he was entranced by the path taken by his claws.

Her breath caught in her throat as said claw followed the line of her gaping cream hakamashita, trailing along the straight lapel until it reached the junction with another lapel.

"A touch for a touch," he said quietly.

His words cut into the haziness of her mind and she blinked. A few seconds had passed before she registered what he had just said.

"I didn't touch you there, Sesshoumaru." She hated how breathless she sounded, but she could not help it.

The corner of his lips tilted slightly. "Indeed."

His claws grazed down the valley between her breasts.

"Sesshoumaru..." she pleaded, unsure what exactly she was pleading for. For him to stop? Or for him to continue? Either way, it would not make much of a difference because her body had stopped obeying her mind.

Continuing as if he had not heard her, Sesshoumaru used his claws to push the fabric to one side, and then further until it slipped over one of her shoulders. Kagome shivered as the damp air hit her skin. Goosebumps exploded over her as his claw continued its slow torture down her exposed skin to the top of her breast. Dimly, Kagome wondered why she had neglected to wear a bra today.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

Her clothes slid down further, but caught in his molten eyes, she found herself unable to move and strangely tongue-tied. Sesshoumaru's hungry, heated stare brought on a wave of desire so intense that her knees almost buckled.

As he continued to watch her, he cupped her bare breast in his palm through the fabric. Kagome's lips parted in a silent gasp. She could feel his hand kneading her soft flesh and the new sensation of being touched somewhere so private gave her a heady feeling. When his thumb grazed her nipple, a piercing heat travelled through to her core and she sucked in a sharp breath.

A growl of pure male satisfaction rumbled at the back of Sesshoumaru's throat as he continued to flick the pad of his thumb against her protruding nipple, occasionally pausing to pinch the swollen nub lightly between his fingers. Heat began to pool at her core, making her feel uncomfortably tense and edgy.

Shifting the rest of her top off her shoulders, Sesshoumaru bared both her breasts fully to his gaze. Through heavily lidded eyes, Kagome watched as his eyes flickered with an indefinable emotion. His squeezed her rounded flesh once and then dropped his hand to her waist.

With a growl, he lowered his head and captured one of her pink nipples with his lips.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she began to moan. Her hands clenched on his shoulders, squeezing his hard flesh as his lips assaulted her. Sparks of desire shot though her each time his sharp fangs scraped over her sensitive nub. Moving to the other nipple, his rough, wet tongue lapped at her, creating a heated friction which seemed to run right through her. Her body felt like liquid and the pressure between her legs was almost too much to bear.

"Sesshoumaru... It's too much," she whispered raggedly, opening her eyes to look down at him.

He licked her swollen nipple with the tip of his tongue before he lifted his head. A smug smile played at the corner of his lips.

"What is too much?" he asked silkily as the hand on her waist shifted.

"I...umm..." she faltered as his hand travelled from her waist to the junction between her legs.

Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his fingers against her core. Her knees buckled and she held tighter onto him.

"Sesshoumaru..." she whispered raggedly.

Slowly, he began to rub her through the fabric of the black hakama in a circular motion. Kagome released a helpless moan as her mind clouded over. Her fingers dug harder into his shoulders, uncaring that she was probably undoing the earlier healing. The movement of his fingers was deliberate, coaxing her passion to rise further. Her breath quickened and she began to pant.

His hot mouth latched to her breast again, sucking her sensitive flesh into his mouth as he removed his hand. Kagome let out a sound of protest at the loss. Chuckling against her breast, he undid her hakama deftly, letting it drop in a pool of fabric around her ankles, leaving her clad only in her panties.

Biting her lips, she stared at him apprehensively. This was too sudden and it was going too fast. Did she really want him to continue? Would she regret it? Would she regret NOT continuing? Should she stop him now? Or should she beg him to continue with the heated torture.

"Miko." His voice came out as a low growl, sending shivers down her spine.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, she let her eyes travel down his damp skin, from his chiselled chest down to...

She gasped as she took in the sight of the tented towel over his groin. His arousal was obvious, pushing against the constraint of the towel. Out of its own volition, her hand reached out to touch the tip through the towel.

Sesshoumaru hissed as his hips jerked.

Emboldened by his reaction, Kagome grasped the tip of his hard length, feeling his heated flesh through the fabric. With a groan, he reached down and deftly removed the offending article from his hips.

Kagome's eyes widened at the sight of his swollen member, thick and hard with a smooth red head. Slowly, she reached out to stroke him from the base up to the tip. Then she wrapped her hands around him and squeezed, eliciting a muffled growl from Sesshoumaru. A drop of clear liquid began to form at the slit at the tip of his arousal, drawing her attention.

Curiously, she rubbed her thumb over it, spreading the liquid all over. Sesshoumaru tensed. She looked up to find him staring intensely at her, the muscles at his jaw ticking as if he was trying very hard to control himself. But how much could he take before he snapped? A smile flitted across her lips and she began to pump her hand up and down his length, squeezing intermittently.

A strangled growl escaped his lips just a fraction of a second before Kagome found herself pushed against a smooth rock wall. She squeaked in alarm, but the sound was cut short by his lips crushing hers. The rock face was uncomfortable against her back, but she was too absorbed in the taste of Sesshoumaru to care. Dimly, she recalled wondering about his lips earlier. Yes, it was soft but with an underlying strength to it.

He kissed her hard, nipping and sucking at her lips, making her gasp. His tongue pushed past her lips to seek her tongue. With a moan, she responded by sucking hard on his slippery tongue, drawing a groan from him. Her hand went up to his head to push him closer to her, tangling her fingers in his fine silver hair.

She let out a moan of protest when he moved away from his lips. And then her eyes fluttered shut as he latched on to her neck, licking the sensitive skin under her ear. At the same time, his hand moved down her body to slip into her panties. His claws threaded through her damp curls and dipped lower.

She immediately stilled. His passion-glazed eyes met hers as he pinched her slippery nub between his fingers, sending sharp jolts through her. A whimper sounded at the back of her throat as he continued to stroke her clit, bringing her higher and higher. The tension was unbearable and the pressure was growing stronger with each movement of his fingers. She could feel her wetness soaking her panties.

"Sesshoumaru..." she choked out, unable to voice what she was feeling. Damn, why was it so hard for her to find the words?

"Let go, Miko," he urged, his voice strained as he dipped lower, pushing her panties down to mid-thigh.

At the feel of his fingers at the entrance of her core, she sucked in a sharp breath. Her fingers clenched, grasping handfuls of his hair as he probed carefully at her wet flesh.

Then he slipped one finger in.

Her lips parted in a silent gasp. Sesshoumaru's heated glance held her captive as he started moving slowly. She moaned deep in her throat as the heat within grew more and more unbearable. Surely this could not go on much longer. She would die of the pleasure.

Unknowingly, she began to thrust her hips against his hand. With a growl, Sesshoumaru pushed another finger into her and began to pump harder. Her breath was now coming in broken gasps. Lost in the new sensations, she no longer could control her body.

Eyes closing, her head fell back, halted only by the rock behind her. The only thing she could feel were his insistent fingers pumping in and out of her, bringing her closer to something.

A strangled scream escaped her lips as her eyes shot open. Then she exploded in a liquid wave of pleasure, her dripping wet flesh spasming around his fingers. Trembling slightly, she whimpered as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed over her body.

When she lifted her eyes, Sesshoumaru was staring at her with what could only be described as a hungry look.


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Slowly, in a deliberate move, Sesshoumaru brought his fingers up to his lips. He watched with amusement as her eyes widened when he began to lick her juices off his fingers. She tasted... hot, sweet and entirely too irresistible.

He was hot and painfully hard, but he would be patient if it meant that he could watch her innocent responses to his actions. She was untouched and the thought of taking her gave him an odd feeling of satisfaction.

He did not know what came over him. This was highly unusual for him. But he had been unable to stop himself from wanting her ever since earlier, when she had run her eyes over his body with a look of sensual hunger. The way she had looked so embarrassed at her roving eye made it even sweeter. When she had trailed her fingers over his thighs, the temptation had been too much for him to resist.

She was still breathless from her climax, he noted with smug male satisfaction. Her breast heaved with each breath she took, drawing his attention to her protruding pink nipples. With a growl, he reached out and touched a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and arched her chest towards him, wordlessly demanding more.

The scent of her arousal filled his lungs, clouding his mind. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her, sheathed tightly in her slick flesh.

But before he did so, he needed to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled. Licking her juices from his fingers was not enough. With a quick flick of his wrist, he tore the last piece of her clothing away from her thighs. Grasping her hips to hold her in place, he lowered himself until he was facing the junction between her legs.

"What are you doing, Sesshoumaru?" Her voice came out as a breathless whisper.

He quirked an eyebrow. "To see if you taste as good as you smell."

Her lips parted in shock, but he could detect the anticipation in the brown depths of her eyes. Encouraged by her reaction, he dipped his mouth lower as his fingers parted her folds. Exposed, her glistening clit stared at him invitingly. Slowly, he drew his tongue up the reddish-pink nub.

Her sweetness exploded on his tongue and he bit back a growl, hardening painfully. As he ran his tongue over it again, she began to tremble. A smug smirk found its way to his lips. Her responsiveness was second to none. Wanting to give her more, he began to flick her clit side to side using the tip of his tongue. Parting her legs further, she moaned loudly and her fingers tightened painfully on his scalp.

Her juices were flowing, trickling down the inside of her thighs. Not wanting to waste a drop, he lapped them up and buried his face lower. Lifting her leg over his shoulders, he thrust his tongue into her core.

She screamed.

Growling softly, he continued to lap at her, coating his tongue and his mouth with her overflowing juices. She was more than ready.

Pulling himself to his feet, he wrapped his arm around her and lifted. Her legs went around his hips, pressing her hot core against his arousal. Sesshoumaru growled impatiently and quickly walked them to a nearby rock ledge. She whimpered, her glazed eyes blinking at him when he lowered her to the ledge.

Standing in front of her, he grasped himself in his hand, pumping once as he held her gaze. Her legs were parted in invitation, baring her wet folds to him. His anticipation grew.

Stepping closer, he placed his tip against her and pressed forward.

Her eyes widened in apprehension and she gasped his name.

"It'll hurt at first," he told her softly.

Then he thrust all the way in. He immediate groaned at the sensation of her hot flesh clamped tight around him. She was tighter than he had expected. Hoping that he had not caused her too much pain, he glanced at her.

She was frozen in shock and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Shhh..." he soothed, holding himself still inside her as he bend down to kiss her flushed cheeks.

He let his lips travel further until he reached her neck. Almost playfully, he began to nibble at her soft skin. His arousal throbbed with the need to thrust, but he forced himself to wait. His fingers moved from her hips up to her breast and he tweaked her hard nipples.

It did not take long before she began to moan. Her tight muscles clenched around him, telling him that it was time.

His lips still latched to her neck, he began to thrust slowly, feeling each ridge of her hot, slippery flesh sliding against him. He could hear her breath quickening as she lifted her hips, pushing insistently against him.

"Harder, Sesshoumaru!" she gasped feverishly.

With a snarl, he ground into her harder, eliciting a passionate moan from her. Then he withdrew almost fully and thrust back in into her with long, hard strokes. His entire body coiled tight with an increasing pressure, building rapidly towards the point of no return. He could feel the blunt tips of her fingers digging into his back and the action heated his blood further.

Pushing her back, he lowered his head to capture a turgid nipple in his mouth. Sucking hungrily, he continued to pump rapidly into her hot tunnel. The fire spread from his groin and enveloped his entire body, making him growl.

Her moans were coming with increasing frequency, telling him that she was close. Holding back his own passion, he ground hard into her.

"Come for me, Miko," he growled.

Her lips parted. "I...uh..." she choked out incoherently.

He reached down and rubbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

A strangled sound escaped her lips. Then she threw her head back and screamed as she came.

"Sesshoumaru!"

Her muscles clamped down hard around him, sucking him with the pressure of her orgasm. With a loud roar, he thrust jerkily into her and exploded in a shuddering wave of passion, emptying his seed into her.

Shaken by the intensity of his orgasm, he buried his face in her neck, panting heavily. After a while, his heartbeat began to slow to some resemblance of its normal rate. He knew he should move, but standing there, still buried in her wet warmth, he found himself reluctant to do so.

So he remained there.

"Sesshoumaru?" Her voice was small, almost timid. Completely at odds with her usual manner.

He lifted his head slowly to find her staring at him, her face flushed with the after-effects of their activity. His lips quirked. For some reason, he felt almost...playful.

"Did this Sesshoumaru fail to punish you sufficiently?" he asked mockingly.

Her jaw dropped as she blinked at him. "I...um..."

"You don't remember? Perhaps this Sesshoumaru should remind you," he drawled silkily. For once, the miko was speechless. If he had known, he might have decided to do pursue this pleasant activity with her earlier.

She finally found her voice. "Sesshoumaru!" she gasped as her eyes widened in shock.

"Perhaps a reminder such as a simple demonstration would suffice," he said, deliberately grinding his hips into her, feeling himself harden again.

Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in a soft moan.

Yes, perhaps he should continue her punishment.


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The End.

A/N: Yep, that's it. Hope you've enjoyed this pretty plotless piece. Please leave me a review to let me know what you think of it. Thanks!