Depravity

****Warning: This is a mature fic. Well, maybe ‘mature’ is not accurate, but it is definitely not for those under the age of 18 or who do not like smut. I have nothing else to say about that, besides enjoy.***

AN: The long absence from writing was spent trying to potty train a two year who refused. Expect another absence in a few more months when I try again. Sorry.

Steam

It took no time for him to cross the short distance to her bathroom door. However, he was stalled by having it locked. Really, he was youkai. Did she truly think that think a flimsy piece of metal would keep him out?

The locked door brought up an interesting internal debate. While he was more than aware that for this “relationship” to continue, she would have to become enlightened of his heritage, it would probably not be the best to introduce her to it by means of a melted doorknob. Quickly reaching his hand above the doorframe, he came in contact with a small metallic key.

Kagome had a deer caught in the headlights look as she hovered over the Japanese style toilet. Sesshoumaru noted the particularity of having a western style door to a Japanese style bathroom. At the same time, Kagome pondered what about a locked door stated: “Entry welcome.”

There were a few tense moments that passed before it was a baritone that broke the silence.

“You were not given permission to bathe, my puppet.”

Wait … he turned her into goo girl and now, she needed his permission to clean up?

“I wasn’t given permission to urinate, but I seemed to have taken the liberty to do that as well,” came her snide reply.

Growling low as he stalked forward, Sesshoumaru knew that he would be hard pressed not to kill the woman in the endeavor of proving his Alpha status. He stood now, towering over the small female.

“Natural bodily functions can be forgiven, excused even. However, this irrational urge you have to wash away my scent, makes this Sesshoumaru very displeased.”

“What are you, a dog? I am no tree to be peed on. This assholic tendency of yours makes this Kagome feel like a whore.” The venom with which she spat the words served to reinforce the meaning of the message that she was trying to convey.

Perhaps, another tactic was needed. Spinning her so that she could see herself in the mirror as the steam billowed out from the stall; he bent his head down to sensually rumble in her ear.

“Do you not see, my little minx? Can you not feel how you glow while bathed in the essence of this Sesshoumaru?” Kagome swallowed convulsively. “This has nothing to do with whores and trees.” He pressed himself against her so that she could feel what the sight of her marked so primitively did to him. “This has to do with a male and female …” Grinding rhythmically against her lush backside, his hands began to roam. “It has to do with pleasure.” A large hand found purchase on an equally large breast. “The best pleasure is derived from mutual respect …” His tongue snake out to taste the perfectly ivory column of her neck. “… and trust.”

Kagome felt herself melting into him. Hadn’t it just been five minutes before that all she wanted was a shower and to climb into bed? Now, she could feel herself dampen with need. Her inner muscles clamped and grasped at nothing in anticipation of what his voice promised. The hard tweak on her nipple forced a throaty moan from her previously incapacitated mouth. The billowing steam tried to calm her goose pimpled skin just as fast as he was creating it.

The moisture laden air carried the scent of her arousal to the great youkai’s nose with such force that his slow seduction took on a fevered paced. No longer was he satisfied to tease and tantalize her skin, but now those Kami created lethal weapons were intent upon positioning the miko so that he could plunder her, now.

Kagome did not know when he had turned her back around to face him, nor did she know when he had spread her thighs. All she knew was that when her body first registered the cold porcelain of her sink under her buttocks, she was then also being invaded by a very masculine piece of anatomy in a place that had only moments before been so very empty.

Kami-sama, he felt so good. The way his hips crashed into her pelvis. His hands that gripped and pulled so that she never had a chance to even attempt retreat. That wicked tongue of his as laved across her shoulders, neck and ears. When he pulled her strings like she was a marionette doll there was no room for her to question the righteousness of this act. Yet, her mind would not let go of the question of how he was able to outlast even her battery-operated toys.

Quite pleased with her stamina, Sesshoumaru was willing to forgive her disobedience. In fact, it was not as if many were left walking the earth that would recognize his claim. But, thoughts were not meant for this time. It was time to lose himself into the scorching heat of her grasping walls. The way her hips and ass fit perfectly in his able hands, and feel of her erect nipples as they grazed against his chest on particularly strong thrusts. The amount of fluid that continuously leaked from her pussy. The moans and pleading calls of his name. All of these things were mind-boggling.

“You are always so wet, my Kagome.” He nipped along her jaw line.

“And you are always so hard,” she panted in reply.

He growled while taking her earlobe between his teeth. The thrusts were generated with such force that she could not help but gasp on each assault.

“Would you dare to think that this Sesshoumaru is capable of anything less than perfection?” came his darkly shadowed voice.

“Never, my lord.”

Her hands were clawing at his back in a desperate attempt to find stability in the chaotic sea of pleasure he was drowning her in.

“Hn.”

Her complacent yet defiant being vexed and elated him at the same time. The need to dominate her, and then nurture her aggravating qualities was shredding his sanity.

“You will prove your faith.” He bit onto her pulse point in another display of his power.

“Anything, just please…” She was so close. “Please, don’t stop.”

He chuckled darkly. Her fate was sealed, and her life was his. Who would have known that a job in the sanitation industry would lead to finding such a hidden treasure? Definitely, not his mother. It was time to stop thinking again, especially if he was going to think about the old bitch.

When he stilled for a moment, Kagome let a whine escape her throat. It was that sound that spurred him back into motion. Swiveling his hips to ensure that her pleasure button was being stimulated, he snarled as her core clamped down in orgasmic bliss. It took all his self-control not to join her in oblivion. She was so beautiful lost in the moment of rapture that he had granted her body.

As her rigid muscles went lax, he began to withdraw from the haven of her body. Questioning jeweled orbs looked up at him. He offered no verbal answer, only began to move her so that she would have to kneel before him. A demanding cock pushed at the lips of her mouth.

Easily he gained access to her oral cavern. Her tongue began to message him as her blue eyes slid shut. Clawed hands tangled in her ebony tresses, and then in unison with his hips commanded that she take him all the way to the hilt. Over and over he slid from her mouth into her delicate throat. Over and over her hands proved their inability to stay idle as they roamed whatever flesh they could.

Eyes stained with pink as his well concealed markings began to become visible. His coil was tightened further as were his balls. Soon; it would be soon. However he was not going to cum in her.

Kagome tried to moan when he was not buried deep within her throat, her hands found purchase on his hips and ass in much the same way he had done to her earlier. Then as she was delving down to play with his hidden pleasure spot, he pulled his cock forcefully from her. Her only warning of what was to come came in the form of his decree.

“Now, bathe.”

His seed shot forth to coat her face, hair and chest. The white cream was still spurting out in rhythm of his heartbeat as he watched in fascination her mouth opening to try to catch his essence. He granted her wish by pushing back into her open mouth, riding out the tremors of his orgasm. Her satisfied moan convinced him that he could give into her need of cleanliness.

Gathering her up into his arms, he carried the happy woman into the shower stall. He lavished her with soap and took great care to ensure that no part of her was missed. However, he would not use the soap on her most private area. No, that was only to be cleaned by him.

Deftly he turned her upside down so that his tongue could slip between her folds. She in turn latched onto him, bringing his partial erect member to a proud standing state. Sesshoumaru could not recall ever finding a partner that had managed to keep up with him as long as she had. He growled into her flowered heat as she began to cup his balls.

Inching forward so as not to jostle her while she had her teeth so near his cock, he began to position her so that the stream of water hit her puckered hole. Her body arched in his grasp and she pulled his member from her mouth as she cried out his name. It did not take long between the shower head and his tongue to have her lost once more in orgasmic bliss.

When he was sure that she could stand, he instructed her to wash his person. He was not done with her this night, but he could tell by her sluggish movements that she was rapidly reaching her limits. It was only moments after he had dried them both that he took her for the first time on her bed.

Mounting her was the only way to assuage his darker half. As he caged in her smaller frame under his, he enjoyed how her symphony of moans blended harmoniously with the creaking of the bed. He rode her hard, probably far harder than he should, but there was no stopping his true nature with her body so lax in its current position.

The time passed without notice as he continued to pound into her welcoming body. No longer could he remember the number of times her body seized under his in the throes of passion. Finally, he felt his own end approaching. As he growled his release, he again became locked within her tiny body.

Cradling her next his chest, he lay both of them down on their sides. Still spasming into her core, he knew he would have to tell her soon with whom or rather what she was laying. Once her time of heat came, the great Sesshoumaru was not sure he would be able to resist forcing his seed to take root within her womb.

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… to be continued

AN: I hope you enjoyed and are not too mad at me about the April Fools joke to review. I am aspiring get the next chapter out sooner this time. As always thank you for reading.

emmaren