Depravity

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POSSESSED. I AM STILL BLAMING YOU FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO WATCH DOG SHOWS ANYMORE. WAIT… MAYBE I SHOULD THANKING YOU ;P

****Warning: Um… if you don’t like smut, don’t read. If you are underage, don’t read. If you don’t like anal play, don’t read. The rest of you, I hope to see you on the other side O.o*****

Thank you to Danyealla for beta-ing. The remaining mistakes are all mine. Yay, they prove I am human.

Could She … Would She

Sesshoumaru quickly repositioned his hands so that he could grasp the woman by the back of her knees and inner thighs. Hoisting her up in such a way that she was displayed spread eagle, he noted how her nether lips were still pink and swollen. A swell of masculine pride brought on by that sight caused a deep rumble to reverberate in his chest. The glistening exposed sex of his female made his cock engorge with the heated blood pumping through his veins.

It was an oddly erotic view her sapphire eyes took in. She felt the unfamiliar arch her back was being forced into, but it was not as discomforting as the emptiness that crept into her very being as the cool air swept over her heated, used skin. However, her eyes stayed focused on where this man playing her puppeteer had so thoroughly conquered her body.

Her sacred entrance was still inflamed from the passion that he had lavished upon it, and the forbidden one gaped as if it was waiting for him to again plunder its depths. Both openings leaked the liquid proof of their shared carnal pleasures. It was mesmerizing to watch her honey mix with his thick cream before both dripped to the floor. Forever would this room be branded with their bodies’ most sensual fluids.

As she studied herself from an angle she had never once dared to gaze upon, she felt his already eager member brush against her lower back. How was that even possible? Shouldn’t he have passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain from all the blood that it took to erect such a monstrous phallus?

Sesshoumaru was once more ready to undertake the endeavor of training his female, but the question of how remained. It seemed that he would be allowed to engage in activities that he would have assumed would take quite a bit of persuasion on his part. A smirk played on his face while he buried his nose into her damp tresses.

Then a smooth, sensual baritone breached the silence. “Now, my little minx, let us find out how well your mouth can please that place of which your fingers are so fond.”

Kagome had not yet broken free of the trance from the dance the two fluids were making, and his words were far from registering when he again began to reposition her body. It was shattered when she could no longer watch the erotic sight. She found herself lying down, facing the ceiling. Her back was pressed into the puddle that had come from her body. Goosebumps rose all over her body from the contact with the cooling liquid. His words finally rang clear to her as his he moved to straddle her face. She responded by stiffening of her entire body. Could she bring herself to do this?

“The time for being shy has long since passed, puppet.”

Others did this. She knew; she had watched it before.

He rocked back so that his balls drug across her chin and lips.

Could she do this?

He had done this to her, and it felt good. So was she going to be so selfish to deny it to him? No, she could not deny him, anything. Slowly her lips parted as her tongue slipped out. A long, slow lick extended from the underside of his scrotum to his anus had the great youkai almost whimpering. He did groan when her hands came up to grab his ass cheeks. Her dainty fingers worked to massage the perfectly rounded globes as well as expose their cleft to her questing tongue.

At first, her attentions were shy and hesitant, but as her body relaxed under him, her tongue became bolder as it worked on him. It was interesting how much more tactile information she garnered from her tongue than her fingers. The tightly ringed muscles tensed and relaxed in an unpredictable pattern under her ministrations.

It felt wondrous to have her slick appendage playing with his entrance. His cock throbbed and bobbed in time to tendrils of pleasure she was sending through his body. It was true that he could have just stroked himself in order to gain the friction he needed, but why would he lower himself to such when her ample breast jiggled with his every shifting movement.

Grabbing the fleshy mounds, he forced them to create a sheath for his cock, making sure that her tightened nipples scraped along his sensitive skin. The moan that came from her throat traveled up through her tongue then into his dark sanctum. Never had a female been so bold as to tongue fuck him before. However, this sinful pleasure caused his fevered mind to conjure many images.

The inu’s heated brain began to wonder what it would be like to have her drive a phallus into him while he fucked her. Or would it be more erotic if she used a strap on while he took another faceless bitch? No, no other’s snatch would ever be as hot, tight and wet as his minx’s would, but then again there was no one else that had been able to bring his inner, baser self into submission.

He followed the line of his cock as the tip pointed to the apex of her long legs. His nose had not let him forget how aroused this act was making her. He could see in the mirror how his seed still dripped from her ass, and also that her body had not retightened the hole. It was as though she was still begging him to fill her.

Her neck was getting quite the work out for she was forced to follow his pumping motion in order to continue in her current task. Occasionally, she would lavish his balls with the attention of her mouth while his anus was not forgotten, as her nose would press up to tease it. In some ways, she supposed that this could be seen as a degrading act, but really, that was uptight prudish way of seeing the world.

True, she was beneath him. True, she was “brown nosing” him. However, she reveled in the tiny shudders and grunts that she forced from this obviously “alpha” male. Whether he realized it or not, by asking (in truth, demanding) her to do this, he had given her so much power within their coupling. He was at the mercy of her pace and her actions, not the other way around.

With that in mind, she brought feet up closer to her body and spread her legs wider. She could feel his hungry stare upon her pussy, causing her to moan again. He faltered in his thrust at the unexpected vibration, and it was yet another trick that she could add to her arsenal.

Sesshoumaru grunted and growled as he watched her pink nether lips pulse in time with his thrusts through her tits. His mind was so hazed in the pleasure that she was giving him that it took him far too long to realize that he changed his rhythm when she altered hers. How could twenty-something virginal miko become his master in matter of days? It would not be far off to estimate that he had spent enough time indulging in this type of activity for at least four times as long as she had been alive. Yet, this novice not only brought new levels of euphoria, but also managed to get him to entertain the idea of playing the “bitch.”

He growled away these transient thoughts, and then focused on the pleasure to be had. His hands kneaded at her bountiful breast while his cock slid back and forth between the valley of them. Her tongue played wickedly from his anus to his balls while she never allowed him to recede beyond her reach. This act had been meant to teach her that her place was to ensure his pleasure, and while he could sense her growing frustration, he also knew that she was not about to break.

She would call him her master and lord, but she would also demand he recognize her as such as well. No, it was obvious that she would not make him declare it aloud, but what was the difference between a verbal declaration and a silent one when both were made with solemnity.

Watching as his seed still leaked from her forbidden cavern, a wicked smirk played on his face as he continued to thrust himself toward oblivion. His balls began to tighten. It would not be long.

“Will you drink what this Sesshoumaru offers you, or would you rather have my seed sear into your skin?”

The response was a forceful tongue thrust into his ass while her nails scored paths along his inner thighs.

“You will be drenched so thoroughly that no cleansing ritual will ever wash away the taint you have so willingly given yourself to.” The quality of his voice made it so that many of the words came out more as growls and hisses.

Kagome for her part took his words as a challenge. Did he really think that she saw any of this as taboo? This was not wrong. Okay, maybe she had somewhat always wanted to wait until she was married, but quite frankly, she thought that she would already have children by this point in her life.

To add to the naughtiness of this entire act, she began to hum a lullaby to push him over the precipice that she knew on which he was already tittering. She could not suppress the dark laugh as her latest effort worked. Hot cream splattered onto her stomach, her chest, and on her face as he pulled himself up to sit on his haunches at the crown of her head.

Surveying the contrast his seed to lush creamy texture of her skin, he knew that she already owned him just thoroughly as he had covered her in his essence. However, it would be a dark day before he allowed any other to lay such a claim to her.

Kagome looked up the plane of his torso, to find sated amber orbs. The smile she flashed him was blinding as she quickly rose, and then took off towards the bathroom. He had enjoyed the jiggle of her ass in her light jog, but his smirk was replaced with a scowl when he heard the sounds of running water. Had not they already discuss the whole “bathing” issue?

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… to be continued

AN: Yeah… I was thinking that possessed should no longer be allowed to influence my impressionable mind. :P Seriously, if there are any of you still reading, please, drop me a line in a review. I hope you enjoyed.

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