Depravity

*****Warning: This is a mature fic with explicit sexual content. Do not read if this not your thing or you are underage. By the way, a lot of anal sex in this chapter.****

Thank you to Danyealle for beta-ing. All remaining mistakes are mine.

Master and Lord

Her utterance ran through his head like a mantra. “Own me.” Never had another stated so simply what his innermost desire was. It was not as if wanted her as some sort of sex slave chained to his bed, or a prized possession that was to be displayed with only for private viewing. No, she was too much of her own person for any of those things to work, and quite frankly, he would become bored of her if she allowed herself to be molded into those confines.

He wanted to own her in the way that she would know there was no one else who would come close to satisfying her. Sesshoumaru wanted her to come to him willingly, to worship him, to crave him. The heady thought of her succulent body bending to his desire, her mind devout to fulfilling his needs, and her very soul suspiring for his being, burned in his blood as he set about “owning” his female.

Kagome found herself yet again on her hands and knees on the floor staring at her reflection. The tall a silver-headed man seemed to tower over her even though he was kneeling. She felt his strong hands on her flesh and the subsequent tremors that caused, racked her form. Though, he had done far more to her before, the anticipation of what was to come brought heighten senses.

The scrape of masculine nails tingled down her spine as he paid homage to her posterior. Her eyes slid closed as she lost herself in the void of sensation. A hard slap to the ass brought the world back into to focus.

“You will watch the pleasure that cannot be garnered from mere man made products.”

Confusion now weighed upon her because all she could really see in the reflection was her own face. Then something wet and malleable stroked her there. She watched the surprise and pleasure erupt on her face. As the tongue continued to play with her nether lips and anus, she could not take her eyes way from her features.

Absently, she wondered if it was a sign of being self-absorbed to be so utterly fascinated with one’s own reflection during the height of pleasure. Nevertheless, the thought could not take firm enough root to deter her from this new naughty treat as his fingers made their debut in the act. She was calling his name, begging him for more with what only seemed to be a growl in reply.

It was then her mind lost all control over speech that her guttural moans granted her more fruition with her needs. Elbows weak and shaky, she finally saw the male straighten behind her. His tongue languidly cleaning his face as he smirked down at her trembling reflection.

‘By the Kami that thing was long,’ she thought.

“Watch.”

It was the only warning she was given before his engorged head pressed against the tightly ringed muscles. One of his large hands was ensuring that her body’s own natural lubricant eased his entry into her dark sanctum; the other gripped her hip without mercy. The sharp pain from his initial breeching caused a breathy cry that was cut short when she bit her own bottom lip.

“You will not silence yourself now, minx.” The command was followed by a forceful thrust that seated him fully within her.

She could not mute the scream that tore through her throat at the feeling of suddenly being so full. She knew as he moved within her that there was nothing that she would ever be able to deny this man. Her eyes wretched away from her own reflection to look at his image.

“You were not given permission to look upon your master.” The words were snarled out as his thrust became more domineering.

No, she was not given permission, but she could not look away.

Sesshoumaru had been enjoying her watch herself as he stretched her from behind. With her becoming so mesmerized, he had begun to let his guard down. However, this pleasure was not long lived, and when the unruly female refused to repent her mistake, his baser side rose to the challenge.

His hand flew to her hair, forcing her head down to the floor. He used her obsidian locks to blind and pin her there. The other arm was used to support her hips while his ravenous pace continued.

It was a harsh baritone that rang out over heightened cries. “To be owned is to have a master.”

His balls were slapping against her aching, empty pussy. Feminine nipples were drug relentlessly across the coarse fibers of the carpet. Yet, through all this, she could only cry out for more.

“It is the master that dictates pleasure and punishment.” He knew at this angle her body would not be able to supply its own lubricant, and harming her would not do.

Kagome was losing her mind. Desperately, she searched out for something, anything, on which to cling. Her hands grasped at the powerful thighs maintaining the reality-altering pace. A hiss was the response to her clawing fingers.

“Minx, you could have had my fingers filling your hollow apex, stroking your button of euphoria.”

Leaning over to whisper in her ear hidden beneath her luscious tresses, Sesshoumaru stated, “Now you will cum with only your ass being stretched.”

It was all too much. His hot breath causing the fine hairs to tickle her face, her burning breasts, his rhythm, the moments when his heavy sack would collide into her clit, all of it sent her vaulting over the cliff of oblivion while his name rolled off her lips like a prayer.

He adjusted so that he could press into her sacred bundle prolonging her orgasm. The hoarse moan that she emitted from beneath her hair was one of the most erotic sounds known to the youkai. It made his cock twitch within her forbidden cavern.

Sesshoumaru began to shift her jelly-like body with his as he once again sat back on his hunches. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder. Once he was sure that she had enough control to maintain her upright position, he began thrusting in her anew.

Her tits, those ample mounds, bounced every time he re-staked his claim. His body rumbled with a constant growl of contentment. Never in his life, had the great Sesshoumaru found a conquest so sweet. A long arm with hidden markings snaked up the valley of her breasts with the hand clasping her shoulder. This new hold allowed him to slam into her welcoming body with new fervor as well as feel the weight of her chest against his arm.

By the Kami, he wondered if he had the stamina to thoroughly prove his mastery of her, his minx, his bitch, his miko, his Kagome. The last time he felt this alive it had been on the blood-torn battlefield of years past.

As his other hand slid from her hip to her gapping, weeping pussy, he spoke, “Do you garner this immense pleasure from your plastic toys?”

Kagome managed to strangle out a no.

“Does your body weep so openly for your battery operated vibrators?” The thrusts were demanding as his fingers scissored within her inner walls.

When no answer was forthcoming from the dumbed female, he withdrew completely and impaled himself fully within the passage to her womb. Before she had a chance to adjust to the new turn of actions, he had re-planted himself within her ass.

“Who makes you wet?” he growled into her ear.

“Y-you,” she cried. She fought to keep her sanity was the coil wound tighter in her abdomen.

“My name.” He jarred her so hard it caused one of her breast to make a loud slapping noise against his forearm. “Say it, my little puppet.”

“Mmm…” She was trying, but her mouth was so dry. Licking her lips, she attempted to speak, again. “Sss…”

“Have you already been fucked senseless?” He allowed the condescension to coat his voice.

Yes, yes, oh Kami-sama, he had, and he was continuing to do so. The sudden fear that he might stop if she did not answer him forced he forestalled tongue to reanimate itself.

“Master…” Her voice was weak, but he could hear her. “Master Sesshoumaru.”

It had been so long since he had been called any sort of title of respect, but he would have her call him nothing less than what he was.

He brought his glistening hand up to her mouth before forcing her to suck her own essence. All the while, he cooed in her ear, “Your body knows its master, its lord. Taste how much sweeter its honey becomes when it is this Sesshoumaru’s cock it is trying to entice. If your sweetly coated cavern is ever to be properly stretched again, then you will learn the proper title that you are to cry out.”

Sesshoumaru ground himself up harshly against her plump cheeks as he felt her wicked tongue feveredly working to clean his digits. When he pulled his fingers from her hot mouth, she begged, “Please, Sesshoumaru-sama.”

“Please what?”

All she could choke out against his onslaught was another have formed please.

“You wish to drink more of yourself? Very well, my minx.” He wasted no time in drenching his fingers and shoving them into her mouth before she could protest.

As she pulled the long appendages further into her mouth, he whispered, “Or would like to feel this Sesshoumaru coat your insides? Mark you with my seed in the way that no trinket bought in a store can ever hope to do.”

She came again at his dark words of promise. The spasms rippled through her empty pussy and teased his ever insistent member that repeatedly buried itself within her other passage. Dear Kama-sama, she wanted to feel him explode within her.

As her body reeled itself back from nirvana, she stared at the image the mirror presented. Yes, she had a master, a lord, and he owned her body thoroughly. However, that did not mean that he did not mean that he was not equally owned. If her years of self inflicted sexual purgatory had taught her anything, it was to never be scared to try the new, and when something was found to be pleasurable: exploit it.

Sesshoumaru held her gaze through the mirror as her sapphire orbs cleared of lust and became cold clear stones. She had made up her mind about something, and he was unprepared for this new determination so soon after sending her into a mindless state. His blood fired with anticipation of what she would do. There was one thing he had learned with this female in the short time, was that she was not one that could be predicted.

“Cum for me,” Kagome spoke clearly and huskily.

At the end of her statement brought her hands that had been used to simply claw at the male behind her, down through her weeping nether lips, past his balls, and to his dark entrance. Her digits made quick work of teasing the entrance open.

Hearing him grunt under her ministrations, Kagome smirked.

Her mouth opened as she made her decree. “Cum for me, now!”

It was then that her two embedded fingers pressed with unforgiving pressure hidden just within his passage, while her thumb and remaining fingers roughly scratched the sensitive skin that protected his tightening testicles.

Sesshoumaru could not stop it. With a haze of red the great dog came, howling his elation at the depravity of his bitch’s body and mind. He felt her grind her ass into his groin while her anus tightened rhythmically with each of his spurts of orgasmic bliss.

Lost in the back of his mind was the thought that he should have worried about knotting within her, but somehow his body knew the difference between the two orifices. He felt weak as his deflating cock slipped from her ass. The afterglow would have lasted longer if he had not caught the look of smug contentment in her eyes.

Oh, the night would be long indeed. It was a good thing that he was not scheduled for tomorrow for he might be forced to mar his perfection in punctuality.

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… to be continued

AN: Te he. Yay, smut, and I don’t care if it is developing a plot. I hope you enjoyed. It you would like, I would love for you to review.

emmaren