The Ark

This is the scrap material that came away from "Scream."

Kagura huffed and looked down at her chest, watching as a stream of Sesshoumaru's essence trickled down between her breasts, emitting a soft, silver gleam by the light of the moon. She reached to it and scooped some of it up on two fingers, observing it as it sluggishly dripped down her palm. Making sure Sesshoumaru was watching, she brought her palm to her mouth and licked up the evidence of his climax, contemplating its tastHe clenched his jaw and his eyes flared blood crimson, a snarl of rage tearing its way loose from him. He drew away from her abruptly, the female he had nearly mounted gasping as much from the feeling of his member entering her as the sudden loss of contact.

Kagura wheeled around onto her back and her eyes widened in shock, Sesshoumaru's rage striking terror into her nonexistent heart. She scooted backwards away from him for fear of an oncoming attack. Thankfully, Sesshoumaru's lapse of stoicism was brief, at most. His eyes shifted from glowing red back to dark amber and he turned away from Kagura, plopping down roughly onto the furs and staring off torward the hot spring's central stone pillar.

The wind sorceress held her distance for a few moments, confused by Sesshoumaru's behavior. He seemed quite content with his previous position. What could have made him tear himself away in such a manner? Kagura then heard the faint sound of Sesshoumaru sniffing the air in regular intervals, his fist clenching hard each time.

She knew what he smelled. Naraku's scent had woven itself into the very core of her being, it would seem.

Kagura drew her legs up underneath her and sat still, staring off into blank much like Sesshoumaru was. She knew that Sesshoumaru wouldn't accept her now, now that he knew that she had been Naraku's plaything. Sadly, the wind sorceress scooped her clothes into her lap, watching Sesshoumaru for a few moments before rising to her feet, preparing to leave.

"Forgive me. I did not know. It was inappropriate of me to force you into this," Sesshoumaru said, apologetic for once in his life, still seething from his poorly-timed discovery.

Kagura's sadness warped instantly into unfettered anger.

"What makes you think you forced me into this? Do you really think I would suck you off because I was afraid of you?" Kagura yelled, clutching her clothes to her body.

"You desired it

Sesshoumaru released the subdued demoness's neck and stood up, standing with intimidating height above Kagura as she lay on the bedding. Her breath hitched in fear and Sesshoumaru cocked his head in intrigue as he drew the Tokijin from the satin sash around his waist. He straightened his arm and aimed the tip of the sword's blade squarely between Kagura's eyes. He advanced forward by just the smallest incremental step of his feet, touching the very point of Tokijin to the bridge of Kagura's nose. The kaze youkai made no sound at all, tensing up and freezing stiff as a board, her eyes crossing to glimpse the metal between them.

The blade began to move downward.

Tokijin traced the peak of Kagura's nose and meandered over, lightly touching her quivering, ruby lips and the curve of her chin, the feeling of cold steel on her heating-up flesh sending lightning-bolts of raw pleasure to the core of her senses. It trailed far down her body, hooking underneath the golden sash that held her red-and-white kimono closed. With gentle flick, Sesshoumaru sliced clean through it, peeling open the newly-unrestrained clothing open with the sword's razor-sharp tip. Kagura lay breathless and still as he repeated that action for the green and light blue garments that remained, for as much as she wanted to slap the dog across the face, she was becoming highly aroused by his aggressive tactics.

He slipped his hand though her colored garments and with a great flare of his muscular arm, flung them open, revealing her beautiful, enticing, and completely nude form to him. He gazed up and down her trembling, curved body with darkened eyes of the purest gold, admiring her innocently flushed cheeks, the gentle hollow of her collarbone, the supple curves of her ample, creamy breasts, the toned pane of her stomach, but most of all, her focus of her femininity.

tossing the boa and armor off towards a stone corner, the former landing with a ruffle and the metallic latter landing with a clatter.

He stood with a grunt, almost collapsing due to the near-atrophy in his knees. Leaning against the curved wall, he pulled on his hakama, tying the knot loosely and snagging a empty sake bottle from one of the chamber's rectangular shelves. Kagura watched him amble