Confuse a Kagome by hikari hime

Confuse a Kagome

Confuse a Kagome

-A naughty sequel-

By Hikari Hime

[u]Disclaimer:[/u] no, definitely not mine. Nor is this fine piece of a male body with his toned muscles and magenta stripes, nor her curvy and very palatable figure. I'm doomed. -Sigh-

[u]Warning:[/u] People under the age of 17 should not read this, for it is just a big excuse to write my first lemon ever... Please forgive the blatant lack of intelligent plot. I'll try to make amends with a little humour, even if it's not really my forte.

[u]More warnings:[/u] If your heart rate increases, accompanied by an augmentation of your sudoriparous glands secretions, a slight fever and dizziness, please do not call your doctor. It would just mean I've done a good job. In that case, your symptoms would just fade away with a cold shower or... hum... Something else I won't name here (I'll tell you more in the fic... cough cough.) In any case, please do notice this is in some way a "test fic". So, if you have any constructive criticism to submit to me, please feel free to do so. I'll be glad to improve myself according to your advice.

[u]More more warnings:[/u] Naah.... just pulling your leg. ^_^

[u]Thanks:[/u] To my "naughty" beta MamaSama. I dedicate this fic to you, Mighty Goddess of the Evil Tartan and Worshipper of the Ungodly "Lads". May the Terrible and Powerful Guinness be with you, always. And, holy cows, stop messing with my pure and devoid of any gutter mind... -cough cough-

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The demon looked satisfied.

Well, as satisfied as one youkai with a rubber chicken up his hind end could look.

She sighed, not really comprehending her current predicament, but trying to adjust to the situation nonetheless. She had grown accoustomed to her knack for getting herself into various troubles, when consequences went from life threatening to nail biting; but now she was getting a bit annoyed.

What in the Purple Hell of Little Ponies did the youkai want from her?

He had seized her brutally by the waist as she was enjoying her most spiritually elevated activity of the day, namely venting her increasing sexual frustration by physically brutalising the cause of said frustration, namely the idiotic hanyou, namely Inuyasha, namely "The Twit".

And he had flown away with her protesting form tucked under his arm.

"The Twit" had been a cause of distress for quite a while now, three years if her age and the growth of her feminine endowments were any indication. She had found herself quite taken with the good looking silver haired male specimen during those long years.

So, she had sent a fair amount of feminine signals to him during their travels.

Wide, moistened doe-like eyes, check.

Gloss on rosy, pouty lip. Check.

Slow, innocent flutter of long eyelashes caressing slightly flushed cheeks. Check.

Skirt so short you could see the edge of her sexy, black thong. Check.

Walking in front of him when going upward on a hill. Check.

She had even ridden on his back with no undergarments on, for crying out loud, and he had done nothing but blush, and throw his usual and obnoxious "Keh" to the four winds.

On the evening of that fateful day, he had followed one of his dead miko's white flying phalluses, trying to be discreet but failing miserably.

What did he find in the moving clay pot? Perhaps he liked pottery, she mused. It was hard and cold... Was Inuyasha into S&M? Did they use the soul-stealing youkais for bondage?

He did provoke her quite a bit lately; perhaps he liked her "osuwaris" in a perverted kind of way...

She snorted. Hormones were really messing with her higher mental functions. She had to stop that, and quick, or she would end up fantasising about Jaken and his staff of two heads...

Hum.

Kagome slapped herself, horrified.

A few wayward thoughts later, she realised a tall and pale Adonis was looking at her intently. In fact, he had been staring at her for the last few minutes or so, a bemused expression on his usually blank but highly handsome face.

When her attention was finally and thoroughly on him, he started to walk around her like a predator circling his prey, which he probably was, knowing the highly dangerous youkai in front of her.

She gulped audibly but stood still, knowing not to raise or provoke? his instinctual desire to take chase by running away.

Little did she know that something else was actually rising within... Or below... Well, perhaps under... whatever, something was rising, and it was not boding well for the wary female.

Sesshoumaru was beginning to feel uncomfortable in his hakama, non-figuratively speaking; and he was usually not one to hesitate in ridding himself of any discomfort, in the most expeditious way possible.

However, he knew the woman to be a stubborn and strong-willed individual, and as an honourable demon, he was not one to force himself upon a female.

So, he'd have to woo her out of her strange clothing.

That wouldn't be too difficult, if the strong and enticing scent of her arousal was any indication. The look in her slightly glazed eyes was a good sign too.

And, well, Sesshoumaru was very aware of his effect on the noble gender and he knew very well what "tic" made them "toc"

His eyes locked onto her wide ones and he allowed his lips to lift up in a slow seductive smile.

She gasped audibly.

His magenta streaked lids lowered a bit, rendering his golden gaze hooded with unveiled desire.

She gaped in awe, knees weakening.

Approaching his prey by the rear, he closed the distance between them and blew lazily on the sensitive skin of her neck.

She whimpered and leaned slightly into his broad frame, still not touching.

His tongue escaped from his mouth, inhabited by a will of its own. It traced a warm and wet path on the side of her throat, gliding towards the lobe of her ear. As he reached the small pink shell, he started to nibble on it, mindful of his fangs.

Her legs had stopped supporting her weight long ago, so he carried her with his arm around her waist towards his bed, which was very unexpectedly in the centre of the room he had initially brought her in.

He put her down on her back on the white silken sheets and was discharged of his armour and swords in the blink of an eye.

He didn't need those in this kind of fight. A predatory gleam shone in his golden depths at the thought. The human in front if him shuddered in anticipation.

He could smell no fear from her. Just a bit nervousness and a scent that melted on his tongue like molten sunbeams. God, she wanted him, and she wanted him right now.

He smiled one of his rare genuine smiles and hovered over her a short moment before covering her lips with his own in a hungry and demanding kiss.

She moaned and opened up for him, so he didn't hesitate and plunged his tongue into her inviting cavern, battling fiercely with her own moist appendage.

She groaned huskily, and her hands began to roam the length of his spine, massaging the toned muscles through the silk of his haori. Suddenly, clothes were a very new form of torture, preventing their skin-to-skin touch.

He growled in annoyance at the miko and spoke for the first time since he had abducted her.

"Disrobe." He nearly barked, making her jump.

She squealed and got rid of her outfit in less time than it took to say "Pumpkin". Anyway, he was faster than her, and they soon could admire their bed partner's naked body.

Kagome then realised the extent of her predicament. Or, in this case, the length and girth. The limb twitched at her, as if he wanted to communicate.

E.T. Phone home, she thought, but her misplaced mind focused again on the "problem" at hand when the tall male began to kiss her avidly again, grinding his lengthy manhood against her thigh sensuously.

He traced a moist path on her neck and then went down, licking her collarbone, revelling in the small noises of pleasure escaping her swollen lips.

His arm snaked around her slim waist, his claws caressing her skin, memorising every inch of it. He put his hand on the small of her back as she arched against him, the hardened tips of her pert breasts brushing lightly against his heated chest.

She was beautiful in this moment, responding to his every touch with mewls of pleasure as he played with her sensitive body like one played a musical instrument. He pushed and prodded with his tongue, tasting her and discovering her most hidden mysteries, basking in her innocent light. She was not a deceptive female or a manipulative one, she had not searched for his favours to obtain power or wealth.

She had just felt his call and had accepted him in the sanctuary of her arms, with no claim or demand of retribution. She was pure and primal, in a way much more animal than any youkai bitch that he had had the displeasure to cross.

This human woman would be his downfall, he decided, and could not care less.

His name came from her mouth in a hiss when he took possession of her left nipple with his mouth, suckling and nibbling while his hand worshipped her other perfectly round mound of sensitive flesh, massaging it slowly. When she cried out in bliss, he took care of the other breast. He couldn't afford to cause any feeling of jealousy, could he?

His tongue slid on her flank as he resumed his travel down south purposefully, eliciting a giggle from her now hoarse throat. He traced little circles on her flat belly with the gifted appendage, looking at her through half-lidded hungry eyes.

He pushed her legs gently apart with his hand and she complied willingly. He growled his approval, his breath tickling her and making the chimes of her laughing spark through the cold bedchamber of the Lord.

His life had been so dull those last centuries, and now she was there with him, coating this simple moment with the magic of her joy. And even more than the bestial act of rutting, he shared it with her in a way he hadn't known until she had wormed her way into his bed...

Well, he admitted, he had put her in his bed himself, taking her from her travelling companions, but those were petty details. She was giving herself to him willingly, and he was going to take everything she had to offer.

Reaching the dark curls at the apex of her thighs with his clawed hand, he caressed her nether lips languidly with the tips of his fingers, lingering at the bundle of nerves he knew was there.

He smirked in male smugness as she screamed his name, opening herself more to his perusal.

And while a long tapered finger entered her womanhood, he circled her sensitive bud with his raspy tongue and began to lap slowly, and then more quickly, making her howl incoherently as her first release overcame her.

He drank her juices, never losing a drop of the nectar, and then began to thrust with his finger, adding one more when he felt she was ready. Her inner muscles clenched on him as she came two more times, making him grin in anticipation at the thought of how tight she would be around his engorged shaft.

And then he ran out of patience. He had to take her then and there or he would go mad.

He crawled back up and gave her a languorous kiss, making her taste herself as she panted slightly in elated exhaustion.

Positioning his tip at her entrance, he nibbled at her ear and stroked her over-sensitive bundle of nerves with his manhood, coating it in her juices.

She moaned in pleasure, clawing at his back with her blunt human nails.

"This is going to hurt." He murmured, his warm breath fanning on the moist skin of her neck.

And then she did something he could never have expected from her.

She beamed at him, her light practically blinding him. She was not nervous, she was not shying away in fright, she was accepting him, the pleasure and the pain, and all the things that composed his very being in the same instant.

It was as if time had stopped and eternity had coiled onto itself. He could have died then, and been happy to have known such a moment in his long and somehow boring life.

Not hesitating one more second, he slammed into her and stilled, waiting for her sudden pain to recede.

She whimpered and tears brimmed in the corner of her sapphire gaze, but she smiled at him courageously and made a tentative move of her hips.

And as her quiet whimpers of hurt turned into groans of pleasure, he began to move too, slowly at first, and then faster, thrusting into her core forcefully, hitting flesh to flesh, uniting their bodies in the ancestral dance of lovemaking.

He pumped into her tight passage, growling with a pleasure the likes of which he had never felt, and nearly lost himself when she lifted her hips to join him in his frenetic rhythm.

He hit her more and more, going faster and harder, releasing the tight reins he had over his mind and body and roared, crimson invading his glazed eyes, fangs elongated and claws digging in the tender flesh of her hips.

And yet she still screamed his name in elation, curling around him, her muscles swallowing him wholeheartedly.

They were one giant beast, howling at the heavens with two distinct voices and yet one unique sound could be heard, rising to the stars and exploding in a myriad of small suns.

And when she came for the last time, he followed her, releasing his warm seed into her as her muscles milked him of the very last drop of his essence.

He snarled fiercely , sweat coating his pale form. Silver tendrils of silk flew wildly around both of them in a graceful ballet.

And then it was over, the intensity of the moment decreasing slowly, bringing them back to reality.

But Sesshoumaru didn't want to let her go. He wanted to stay inside of her and embrace her fragile and mortal body with his powerful and nearly immortal one, protecting her from time and space.

So he did just that.

After all, he was a Lord, and if he wanted to keep her by his side, he had every right to do so.

Something told him she wouldn't protest, or not too much. Just enough for him to have to convince her all over again. Just to confuse him a little and turn a dull day into an interesting one.

And as the two lovers basked in each others presence, a chorus of singing birds greeted the rising sun.

It was going to be a beautiful day indeed, the first day of the rest of their lives.

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OWARI ^_^

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