Depravity

To those who waited… thank you. I have not abandoned any of my works. I also apologize for the errors in this chapter it has only been proof read by myself.

Chapter 13: Centuries

Kagome woke for the second time that day in circumstances that were similar to the first time, yet not. One of the glaring differences was the lack of glaring light on her face. Another was the insistent movements of her bed partner. Lazily, with her eyes still closed, she batted a hand in the general direction that she thought his body might be.

He had been patient, but frankly, a two-hour siesta after only one romp was beyond reasonable. So, being the tactician that he was, Sesshoumaru set about waking his little miko. In fact, he had decided on a method that would leave her in the most favorable mood. Yet, for all his consideration, what did he get in return? Swatted at like a common dog.

Growling his disapproval, the tai-youkai turned his gentle explorations into a much more heated event. Biting the puckered areola, he tugged almost painfully on the plump mound of flesh. She whimpered in a half-moaning sort of way, as he could scent the increase of her arousal. As he swam in the fragrance that he had become addicted to, the perfect punishment came to his fog-laden brain.

The adjective associated with the grin formed on the inu-youkai’s face could be none other than sinister, as he moved down her bare body. Stopping when he came to the apex of her thighs, he none too gently wretched them apart. Again, his more forceful treatment garnered more nectar to flow from her exposed flower.

His tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers set a fevered pace because he his goal was to send the woman into orgasmic bliss before her mind fully made it to the land of consciousness. The taste was just as divine as it had been mere hours ago, and in the back of his mind he wondered if it was possible to dehydrate her simply by throwing her into the fires of passion enough times. It was definitely a pass time that he was looking forward to endeavoring.

His hips were grinding in time with his tongue. The course material of her sheets was aggravating his already annoyed state at being denied for two hours. Had the woman never heard of thread count? Yes, they definitely had much to discuss after he reiterated one does not “swat” at one’s alpha.

Similar to Old Faithful, his responsive bitch came in a gushing rush in a few short minutes after he began to work her body. The gift from her heated snatch was more than enough for what he had planned, as he pulled a whole mouthful her sacred juices. In a deft move of agility, Sesshoumaru climbed up her body before her mouth ever had a chance to close from her silent cry of bliss.

Thin masculine lips crashed over soft feminine ones, and the inu-youkai pushed her fresh release back into her. Enjoying the startled squeak she made just a little too much, he quickly clamped one hand over her mouth while his engorged member pushed passed her nether lips in a determined thrust. Yes, her still quivering walls were oh so much better than the feel of the burlap sack that she liked to call sheets.

Wide sapphire eyes stared up at the arrogant male above her. If he was not mistaken, there was also a hint of anger in those tumultuous oceans. And, he was never mistaken. Oh, she was pissed. Okay, so she did enjoy her own flavor, but that did not mean that she wanted to be drowned in it. Not to mention the hand that was preventing her from spitting it back in his face. Wasn’t it common courtesy to warn someone before you did something like that?

However, her anger was fading along with her resolve not to swallow. His hips, oh Kami-sama, his hips were dancing against hers again. That bone that he was so interested in burring sent the pleasurable jolts of ecstasy through her body. The only thing that held the nectar in her mouth was the sight of his arrogant smirk. If she could just remain sane through the mind-numbing bliss, then she would be able to extract a measure of revenge on her “Lord and Master.”

The tumultuous oceans became veiled to his sight as he ensured that every thrust was used to obtain both their voyages to oblivion. It had only been a matter of hours since he found his body entwined with hers, but it seemed that her slick walls were intent on bringing him to his end much sooner than he had planned. How could any female lay so open to him, yet grip him so tightly at the same time?

Movements became frantic while his one free hand roamed her body. His lips, tongue, and teeth paid homage to her neck, throat, and breasts through the jostling motions of his viscously pistoning hips. He would never allow himself to face the humiliation of, coining a modern term, “premature ejaculation.” Long slender legs wrapped around his waist to give her leverage against the onslaught of pleasure her entire being was becoming swallowed in. The only thing off key in this ancient dance were her muffled moans. Much to the tai-youkai’s annoyance, his bitch still refused to swallow the bountiful amount of essences from her own body he had gifted to her.

Glazed eyes opened back up and stared at him as her body was sent into orgasm. With a snarl, he allowed himself to explode into his partner’s divine haven. As his body became locked with hers, his hand slipped from her mouth. Kagome had been planning to spit the fluid into his face as a form of revenge, but she did it because of shock.

Her brain fully cognizant this time processed the unveiled features of her lover and fear well up from the pit of her stomach. Desperately, her feet fought to find purchase on the “man” still buried within her. Kicking with all her might once she contorted herself enough so that her feet were planted firmly against his chest and abdomen, all she managed to accomplish was to illicit a high pitched whine from her partner, and an immense amount of pain in her lower regions.

Blinking back the blinding white-hot pain that his bitch had caused him, Sesshoumaru roughly barked, “You will not do that again.”

Oh dear Kami-sama, he had fangs! Not once did she register what he had said or the fact that “her brilliant revenge plan” was dripping back down onto her face. Her struggles began to take on a fevered pitch. However, all she achieved was getting pinned by the massive male above her lest she attempt another painful “unlocking” of their bodies.

Left with only one defense, Kagome screamed as if she was in a class-B horror film. Sesshoumaru winced at the volume and pitch that this unruly female attained, and used his mouth to stifle the noise. When finally she ran out of breath, he moved his head back only for her to suck in another large gulp of oxygen and start the whole charade over again. So much time passed in this ridiculous loop, that Sesshoumaru felt himself slip from the woman of whom he was now questioning her sanity.

Adjusting their positions so that he covered her mouth once again with his hand, Sesshoumaru lowered his mouth to her ear. “We will now discuss, calmly, what has brought on this bout of hysterics.”

The words that fell from Kagome lips when she regained the ability to speak were in mantra format. “You’re not real. They don’t exist.”

He listened to her hushed babble and quickly deduced that she had not truly registered that he was youkai. Hn, that was… inconvenient. However, he would not allow her lack of faith to deny him the acquisition of the greatest lay he had ever had.

“You believe that you lost your virginity to a fable? This Sesshoumaru thought you to be far more intelligent than that.”

Indignation flared through the cowering woman. No, since she was already obviously insane, she might as well blissfully fall into it. Kagome was done being cowed by this… this “man” above her.

“You do not get to try and drown me, fuck me, and then call me stupid. I am not your bitch!”

Her last statement tested centuries of control, and the moments turned into centuries between the miko and tai-youkai.

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to be continued…
I swear
emmaren