Depravity

Warning: I offer no more warnings at this point. I figure you are still here. However, I threaten if you are underage not to read because you know you should not be.

Morning Light

The warm rays of the morning sun spilled across Kagome’s face, dragging her from her near coma-like slumber. The first thing that blurry sapphire eyes took in was the window across the room. Then, her body began to feel again. She was wrapped tight in the embrace of her lover. Was lover even the right word? Well, whatever his proper title was could be worked out after she had alleviated the pressure on her bladder.

Slowly, she inched towards the side of the bed. As she created more distance between her and Sesshoumaru, she noticed a familiar yet not friction in her core. It was not until his limp penis slid out on her inner thigh that she realized he had slept the remained of the night buried deep inside of her. Also, wasn’t this the first time that his dick had not been engorged in her presence? Truly, after last night’s performance, she believed that he walked around with a permanent woody. Again, so not the point. Bathroom, bathroom was the point unless she wanted to add wetting the bed to her list humiliating things she did with this man.

Finally, the edge of the bed had been reached. However, as she tried to stand, her body was seized in such pain that she ended up a crumpled mess on the floor. Well, if walking was not an option, then she would just crawl there. Progress was slow, but still progress until a voice rang out above the morning birds’ songs.

“What are you doing?” came the questioning baritone.

Sesshoumaru had been awake before her, but was enjoying just lying with her. He decided to lie still as she slowly moved out of bed. Muffling the sound of amusement that came from her crash to the floor, he had not been able to remain quiet she began to crawl, waggling her naked ass very temptingly, towards the bathroom.

Kagome’s face flamed with embarrassment, but she did nothing to curb her sharp tongue at the individual that put her in such a state.

“I was checking the carpet for missing pieces, seeing how you have such a rug fetish.” She would have felt bad about the comment if she did not have to pee so badly.

“Hn.” Maybe she was not a morning person. “You would arrive to your destination sooner if you walked.”

‘Well, wasn’t that just a brilliant nugget of wisdom,’ Kagome snidely thought. “Yes, my lord, I would. AND, I would be walking if someone had not speared me with a harpoon, repeatedly, last night.”

Before she had made it another inch, Sesshoumaru had gracefully picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. With just as much poise, he had donned them both in the bathroom slippers and had her squatting over the toilet. They now crouched face to face so that he could support her shaky form. He waited patiently.

Kagome could not wrap her mind around all the events of the last few days, but she still knew that she did not want to pee in front of him.

“Um… could you look the other way or something?” No, she did not want to pee in front of him, but she also knew that she would not be able to support herself in this position.

“This bothers you?” There was an odd twinkle in his amber eyes.

“Yes, now please?” She would not be able to maintain bladder control much longer.

“After all that we have done, this simple need bothers you.” He could not keep the laughter out of his voice. It was just too rich. She had been bathed in his essence, yet she could not bring herself to urinate in front of him. How the little miko managed to find modesty in the face of last night’s debauchery was truly… endearing?

He began to raise his body while still supporting hers. Soon, she was facing his rapidly inflating cock.

“What are you doing?” It was her turn to ask the question.

“Making the situation more comfortable for you. Now, open your mouth, my minx.”

“Excuse me? I am not some sort of sex fiend or pervert,” she shrieked.

His only respond was to raise and elegant brow at her.

“Well, I am not.” This time the statement sounded more like a reply from a petulant child rather than a grown woman.

Finally, her muscles had held out for as long as they could, and she was forced to suffer the indignity of urinating in front of him. Cleaning herself, she tried to stand, but was held fast in place.

“To whom do you belong?”

She refused to answer.

“Who is your master and lord?”

Still silence, so he began to rub his fully erect member on the smooth planes of her face and throat. As she felt the velvety skin brush against her, her mouth began ache with want. What did this man do to her? Was she truly that powerless against his depravity? Oh dear Kami-sama, yes, yes she was.

His hooded gaze smoldered with more heat as she began to part her lips. Teasingly, he dragged his phallus everywhere but the yearning orifice. The pre-cum was leaving sticky trails. Her moan vibrated through his cock as the trails drew down her slender throat.

Her thick tongue did not want to cooperate. She desperately needed to end this torture, but he would not until she begged. Her nipples puckered as her blood heated more.

“Please.” It was a strangled cry in a voice that she never knew she had. Still he would not give into her need. His eyes conveyed just what she had to do in order to end it. Licking her dry, plump, petal-like lips, Kagome tried to find her voice again. “Sesshoumaru-sama, please.”

So close, but the words had to fall from that sinful mouth. He would not compromise in this; there could be no leniency.

She could almost feel him filling her. Swallowing convulsively, she noticed that other areas were dampening in anticipation.

“My lord,” she moaned, “my master, please, allow me to pleasure you.”

As the final word ended, she had to open her mouth as his large girth was shoved in. He gave her no time as he continued press until he was lodged deep in her throat. Over and over, he fucked her face while her tongue swirled against any part of his penis it could touch. The air was thick with her arousal. It did not take him long to find completion, and he marveled at how only a drop spilled from those passion-swollen lips.

She smiled dazedly at him from her still crouching position. The sight undid him, and his cock filled again with heated blood. Kagome was immediately bent over the counter, forcing her to hiss at the cold contact on her blazing skin.

Kissing and nipping the plane of her back, Sesshoumaru carefully prodded her dripping slit with delicate fingers. She had not been able to walk upon rising, so it was a safe assumption to make that she was probably very soar. He read her body’s reactions to what he was doing with his keen sense. Soon he discovered that her puckered entrance was not soar, which made that the hole of choice since he did not want to be gentle.

She had questioned his dominance, and his baser side was still festering from the slight. He gave her the honor of thoroughly preparing her. Using his fingers and tongue, the ringed muscles never stood a chance at resistance.

He stood behind, allowing his throbbing member rest in the crevice of her globe like cheeks. Slowly sliding it all the way down to her dark entrance, he began to push the thick head into her tight ass. He hissed as she pushed back to speed up his pace.

“So eager to have your tight ass stretched. But, your pleasure will only come after you have to be re-taught your place, my little bitch.” His title for her was punctuated by a strong, deep thrust that buried him fully within her.

The moaning scream she emitted was music to the youkai’s ears. In that moment of elation, he realized that he would tell her today. He would not spend another day without being with this small woman. She was his. She had consented to it, albeit in the heat of passion, but she had surrendered herself to him.

His hips took on a possessive pace, but the cabinetry was causing an issue. He could not slam as hard into her as he wished without risking injury to her. This posed a problem because he was enjoying the angle of her arched back, yet he was not sure if she had enough strength left in her body to support herself if he pulled her farther away from the counter.

He was tai-youkai. He could control his strength to where he was supporting her body weight without causing injury to where he gripped her. Pulling her so that he could wrap one arm under her waist, he began to piston without abandon. The growls and snarls of pleasure could not be contained.

Through them, he questioned, “To whom do you belong?”

A voice filled with passion and pain answered, “You, Sesshoumaru-sama.”

His free hand moved down to play with her bundle of nerves.

“Who is the master and lord of your pleasure?”

She could no longer see. The cold granite further tightened her aching caramel buds. She knew not what to do with her hands as they uselessly gripped at the faucet fixture.

“You… ah… only you.”

“The cock the fills you now will be your only one. Do you understand?” He growled through pants of his breathing. She was so tight, so hot, and dripping on the floor.

The mindless fog had taken over; breaking any ability, she had to resist this man behind her, in her.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Her hoarse cry was followed by mumbled words of desperation. “So close, so close.”

He withdrew and flipped her around. Swiftly, he reentered her without missing so much as a beat. Her glorious tits bounced in time with his pace, while one of his arms supported her back. The free hand resumed its torture of her clit, and her hands mapped the contours of his chest.

The gyrating tawny tip was just too tempting. A head of sliver descended down upon it, while her juices flowed freely down his legs. As his lips enclosed the tasty bud, she cried her completion. Convulsing muscles strangled the tai-youkai into a climax that nearly made him weak in the knees. It forced him to slam both their joined bodies into the wall as his seed continued to spurt forth in time with his heart.

For a moment in her euphoric bliss, Kagome saw a crescent moon and magenta stripes. She felt the dig of claws not nails, and she felt tingling sensation on her skin that her mind would only put one word to: youkai.

It was in these endorphin high moments that her tongue loosened. “Sesshoumaru-sama, my youkai lover.”

A flash of red eyes danced across her blurred vision, and then an abnormally long tongue licked from her left shoulder, up the column of her neck, to the shell of her ear.

“Yes,” he growled in her ear.

All Kagome could do was smile before her world went black. Apparently, she had not gotten enough rest before they resumed their delightful activities.

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… to be continued

AN: Yay, I can still write!!! Go me, go me. Okay, thank you for reading and I hope you liked it.