Noble House

Hehe, The lemon is done! *the hallelujah chorus starts playing out of nowhere* yeah yeah, I know it took me a while, but trust me, it was worth it. LOL I'm going to post the foreplay from the last chapter in here as well, well, quite frankly cause i feel like it :P If ya don't want to read it, skip ahead to the "*" signs and go to town. Well, have fun reading! but first....

Konnichi wa! Once again, it is I, youkai tsuki, faithful beta of
Alijandrah.

*checks reviews, nothing flaming or below the belt. Someone wants to eats
us. Sick mind. I like it.*

Damn it. I guess you think you deserve another chapter. Well, lets just go and check
on Alijandrah's progress since we last left her.
*Tsuki strolls down a hallway, keys jangle in her hand. She fit a key into
the lock and slowly opens the door.*

"Alijandrah, stop licking the pudding boxes clean."

"But I am sooo hungry."

"Here is your cliffy queen title belt." Alijandrah squeals in pleasure,
grabbing the belt and hugging it to her chest.

"Did my reviewers obey your orders Tsuki."

"Yes. I have a better question for you. Did YOU follow my orders?"

Alijandrah nods frantically.

"Really? Then explain why I found all this little crumpled pieces of papers
addressed to someone named 'Fay-chan'? No one will help you. I have them all
on my side. See, I give them the chapters they want and keep you in line. No
more sitting around moaning about your injuries." Tsuki cracks her whip.

Alijandrah backs away slowly as Tsuki advances.

"Where's chapter twenty Alijandrah? No chapter no pudding. Remember I still
have someone you want back," Tsuki waves picture of small dog. "I am
thinking about dying her hair. You know, for Easter."

Alijandrah gives the laptop to Tsuki, "Chapter twenty as promised. Pudding
please."

"Get to work on chapter twenty one. Be quick about it. One of your reviewers
is hungry. I might let her eat the dog."

Tsuki closes the door on Alijandrah's sobbing.

OK Reviewers as you can see I am getting her back on track for updating a
little more regularly. This is what you wanted, correct?

DA Rulez -

Nothing below the belt - besides you should keep your hands inside the
vehicle at all times. I am not responsible for injuries.

Flames - you should know that I have a handy dandy fire extinguisher right
here.

Constructive criticism - Noted, sometimes appreciated. Definitely
considered.

Everybody has their ' I am Hentai and proud of it' T shirt on right.

Let the chapter begin.

“You won‘t think me wanton if I choose?” she asked, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She certainly felt lustful at that moment, their bodies pressed firmly against each other and the urge to touch him growing in her mind. The heat and moisture at the apex of her thighs grew in intensity, and she defied the urge to shift her hips and cause the moistened lips to glide pleasantly against one another.

“No I wont. This will be your fist time to be with a man by choice, and I want you to enjoy it as much as possible. Do whatever you want, Sango.” His soft lips traced the line of her jaw and closed around a fleshy earlobe, sucking gently. Sango moaned at the sensual pull of his words and mouth, and began to tug impatiently at the front of his yukata. ‘I guess I have her answer’ he thought wryly. She pulled the offending fabric away from his chest and shoulders, and he slipped his arms free from the sleeves. The tie kept the garment hanging at his waist, but his torso was exposed for Sango’s inspection. Sango wondered momentarily at her brazen behavior, and decided that she was only capable of acting so forward because of how close she was emotionally to her partner. 'He's my friend... he won't hurt me, or expect me to be someone I'm not.'

She splayed trembling fingertips along the broad expanse of his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm, smooth skin. Her hands glided up across his muscular chest and shoulders, and trailed back downwards against the firm muscled plane of his stomach. She watched with amusement as the muscles under the surface of his skin twitched in reflex to her touch. His face nuzzled against hers, coaxing her mouth towards his for a passionate kiss. She felt the tip of a hot tongue glide across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to grant him entry. Inu Yasha groaned loudly into the cavern of her mouth as his tongue danwithwith hers in a sensual rhythm. She was driving him crazy with her touches, and he was grateful that she chose new moon. If he were in hanyou form, he would not be able to maintain the control and patience he exerted now.

His hands continued to explore her curves, firmly kneading the flesh of her hips, sides and back; but they skimmed teasingly against the parts he knew desired more contact. His mouth sought out hers, and whenever she broke for air he would plant open mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone. Inu Yasha would occasionally nip or gently glide the tips of his teeth along the tender skin, only to lick and suck at it a moment later. The play of his body against hers was teasing, sensual and coaxing, and Sango felt lost in his ministrations. She was a novice, and he most certainly was not. He would not go beyond touching her through her clothing or kissing her above the shoulder and she again was puzzled by his restraint. She was not sure what efforts to make, what motions she needed to please him as he was pleasing her. Inu Yasha seemed to pick up on her confusion, and whispered huskily in her ear; “Remember, this is your night. Don’t worry about trying to please me, just do what you want, or tell me what you want..”

The kiss that followed seared her very soul with its intensity, and she shuddered at the sensation of his thick shaft pressing insistently against her stomaSangSango groaned loudly and snaked her arms around his neck. She was frightened, unsure of what to do next. Her experience was limited to some unconscious groping of the man in front of her, a frightening violation, some timid kissing with the houshi two years ago, and a handful of terribly naughty dreams. She thoroughly enjoyed him caressing her breasts earlier, and figured it was a safe demand for now.. She continued to kiss him, and took one of his hands in her own. She slid the calloused hand up along her body to her breast , and he greedily palmed the supple mound through the silk of her yukata. ‘No.. I want.... I want more than this.. I want what he was doing earlier.’ Sango pulled him physically towards the futon, laying down across the mat and tugging him down to lay halfway on top of her.

She hastily tugged at the constraints of her own clothing, giving the folds of silk enough room to fall to her sides and expose her pert breasts to her lover. One sensitive mound pressed against his firm chest while his hand moved to cup and manipulate the other. She broke the kiss, panting heavily, and Inu Yasha used this opportunity wisely, licking, sucking and nibbling his way down her neck towards her chest. When she felt the first touch of his lips against her nipple, Sango completely lost her inhibitions to the wake of passion. The pleasant tingle at her center gave way to aching need, and the taijia writhed and moaned in abandon. Her agile hands reached for the ties to their clothing, overcome with the desire to feel more of his skin against hers.

He quickly picked up on her intentions, and deftly removed the remainder of their clothing. Both took the opportunity to get a better look at the other's body, each toned and trim from years of hard battle and travel. Sango marveled at the smooth perfection of his skin compared to her own. During the quest for the shards, she sustained many injuries that scarred over when healed; blemishes that she convinced herself made her body unappealing and undesirable to men. Prowomewomen didn’t have battle scars, or so she’d come to believe. In a sudden moment of self-consciousness she moved to cover some of her nastier scars from his intense gaze, but stopped when he lowered his head to slowly lick the length of one of a long thin scar across her ribcage. He kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled his way back to her mouth, where he pressed his lips tenderly against her own. “I’m the last man who would care about those” he whispered against her lips. “Each one tells me what a brave, strong woman you are.”

Sango marveled at his words, resisting the urge to cry. So many of the things he said to her, did to her that evening, she dreamed of for years. A man who would love her, cherish her, for who she is. A man that would ignite the passionate fires of her body, and not try to dominate her. He mistook the look on her face for one of disbelief, and rolled them both onto their sides facing each other. Her body pressed snugly against his own, her thigh draping over his hip as his own thigh took up residence between her legs. He caressed her face and neck with his hands, his eyes never once straying from her own. “You’re a beautiful woman, Sango.”

Any trace of hesitation and fear evaporated with those simple words, and that moment her body and soul burned with the need to become one with him. She ceased to remember that the man in front of her was her friend, already married to a woman whom she cared for as a sister. He was simply a man who made her feel cherished, desired, and like an equal. Sango kissed him with a passion she didn’t know she possessed, her tongue dancing with his own as her hands fisted in his hair. Her leg draped over his hip tightened, pulling his body even more snugly against his own. She felt his muscular thigh rub against her core, and she rocked her hips against it, delighting in the feel of his hot flesh gliding against her moist flower. She released a loud moan into his mouth as the delicious friction overwhelmed her senses, and felt his throbbing member twitch from where it was pressed between their bodies.

“Do you like that Sango?” he asked, his voice deep and husky with desire. He rocked his thigh against her core, her hips grinding harder against him in response. At her insistent nod, he rolled them again, so his back was to the futon and she lay draped across his body. He maneuvered her until she was straddling his waist, his er per pressed flat against his stomach by her searing moist heat. Her breathing hitched in her throat as his hands took firm purchase on her hips, and he slowly began to rock her back and forth along his member. The taijia began to roll her hips, rocking against him with increasing urgency. Something was growing, deep and primal within her body, and she desperately needed it’s release. She braced her hands against his rib cage for balance as she felt his hands leave her hips str stroked and caressed every sensitive expanse of skin that was within reach, and at the same moment he cupped and squeezed her breasts she slid back against him, the head of his member pushing forcefully across her clit. Sango cried out loudly into the early morning darkness as her climax overtook her, her body tensing with the unbelievable warmth and pleasure that coursed through her veins. Inu Yasha grunted beneath her from the effort to hold his own back, made more difficult by the feel of her hot fluids pouring out onto his straining erection.

She slumped against him in a daze, and didn’t notice him rearranging her once again above him. He pulled her forearms forward and across his chest, so that she could easily balance herself. Inu Yasha positioned himself at her entrance, and began to stroke the skin of her backside. When she came back to herself, Sango felt his tip pressed against the opening of her passage in an intimate kiss. She languidly lifter her head and kissed him, her tongue again exploring the recesses of his mouth as his hands explored the soft curves of her body. He made no move to push inside of her, and Sango remembered his words form before. She would have control this first time, she would set the pace. She gently rocked her hips back, trembling from the intense sensation of him slowly filling her. There was no pain, no urgency, and no fear in her as she took him inside her. She sighed with contentment when he penetrated her to the base of his erection, the thick shaft stretching her still-tight passage.


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Sango released a trembling breath she didn't know she was holding. Her mind, body and soul were consumed with contentment and pleasure from the sensation of him buried so deep within her. She closed her eyes and remained still above him for several minutes, simply enjoying the feel of his warm body surrounding her, caressing her, filling her. The flames of need flickered to life, more powerful and insistent than before. Her body throbbed and ached where it was joined with his, and the taijia knew he would again bring her to that glorious peak were she to move against him. Cautiously she leaned forward to kiss his mouth, shivering as she felt his flesh glide against her inner muscles.

She rocked her hips back against his until he was again seated deep with her, groaning as his hands danced along her sides to stroke the undersides of her breasts. Sango began a slow, unsteady rhythm, too overcome by the new sensations to really concentrate on how to move. He continued to kiss her mouth and face, sliding his hands once more to her hips. With practiced ease he guided her body, pulling her hips downwards as he thrust gently into her passage. Sango moaned softly, lowering her head to rest it on her forearms.

The river of her satiny tresses spilled forward, tickling his skin as it brushed against his chest and ribs. Inu Yasha resisted the urge to thrust more forcefully within her, reminding himself for possibly the hundredth time since they began that his needs came second in this coupling. The was so warm and snug around him, and he groaned as she again took him to the hilt, his sac pressing against her soft bottom. Never before had he been so deep within a woman; Kagome’s tiny body still couldn’t hold all of him after two years of marriage. Their joinings had been fairly painful for her until her passage grew accustomed to his length and girth, regardless of how gentle he attempted to be. Inu Yasha prayed that would not be the case for Sango as well. Her face remained hidden from his view, and he pulled out of her until only the head of his shaft remained within her. He opened his mouth to ask if she was in any pain, only to be interrupted by her broken plea.

“Onegai... more..”

His control slipped, and he thrust into her as he pulled her by the hips forcefully down onto his shaft. Her head rolled back and she gasped in pleasure, her back arching and her nails biting into the skin of his chest. He thrust once more inside of her in the same manner, gauging her reaction. The corners of her mouth turned up in a lazy grin, and she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Her fingers again curled against his chest, and Inu Yasha was only mildly surprised when she began to rock against him more quickly.

Sango’s body trilled with excitement when as pushed into her with more vigor. It was far from rough or painful, and it caused that amazing warmth to flare up within her. She pushed against his chest and lifted her body to a sitting position, using her new leverage to set a fast, deep rhythm that had them both moaning in pleasure. Her instincts carried her movements, her fingertips tracing the contours of his well-defined abdomen. Inu Yasha thrust deeply within her, lost in his own passion.

It had been far too long since he was buried in a woman's moist heat, and with his youkai blood, his sex drive was not something easily repressed. Even in his human form the drive was powerful, and his willpower was quickly evaporating. Sango bounced erotically in his lap, her supple, round breasts jiggling with the movement. Her head rolled back, her mouth opened and releasing sweet moans of delight, her dark hair tickling his upper thighs. He closed his eyes tightly and grunted with pleasure as she continued to ride him, the slapping sound of her firm backside colliding against his flesh echoing in his ears. Unable to restrain himself, he sat up with her still in his lap, and wrapped her long legs around his waist. He consumed her with his hands and mouth, kissing and stroking with fingers and tongue as his hips increased the pace.

Sango snaked her arms around his neck, exploring his back and shoulders, her nails occasionally raking his skin. He dropped open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, and moaned loudly when a lock of his raven hair tumbled forward, brushing against a sensitized nipple and against her stomach con continued to pound into her, their breathing ragged and erratic as their climaxes approached. Sango's body hummed and throbbed with the impending release, her legs tightening their hold on his waist.

His mouth met hers in another searing kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and mimicking the motion of the engorged flesh in her passage. His hands kneaded the firm globes of her backside, and her hardened nipples grazed the soft skin of his chest. Her climax overtook her suddenly, the tension in her body snapping and a flood of delicious pleasure consuming her body. Her inner muscles clenched and rippled around him, her hot release surrounding his member and dripping out between them onto his balls and pubic hair. His own release was just as sudden, his potent seed gushing forth into her body. He held her tightly against him as they rode the waves of ecstasy, her tight passage fluttering around him and milking him.

Inu Yasha slumped back against the futon as their climaxes faded, Sango's sweat slicked body draped across his own. They struggled to regain control of their breathing, each acutely aware of the play of their bodies against one another. She felt his member still buried inside of her, as hard as the moment he first penetrated her. His arms wrapped around her, one around her shoulders and one on her lower back. His fingers traced lazy circles against the small of her back, and the taijia nuzzled her face against his chest in contentment. He would occasionally place gentle kisses on the top of her head, causing her to smile. She felt safe and protected in his arms, and was more than happy to let slumber take her in this position. Sango shifted her body into a more comfortable position, unknowingly rocking her hips against his.

His sudden, sharp inhalation of breath surprised her, and she raised her head to gaze at his face. His eyes were tightly squeezed shut, his jaw clenched and his skin flushed. Sango lifted her hand to wipe away the small beads of sweat that slid leisurely across his brow, unintentionally arching her body harder against his in the process. His arms tightened around her frame, and a pair of dark amethyst eyes met her own. “Sango, if you want to sleep, that’s fine. Just don’t... don’t move, ok?”

“Inu Yasha... I don’t understand.... did I... did I do something wrong?” Confusion and uncertainty clouded her mind, and Sango worried that she may have accidentally harmed him in some way. The piece of his anatomy buried so snugly within her she knew to be very sensitive. She began to pull away from him, his heated flesh sliding from her passage. She gasped in surprise when his arms pulled her back to his chest, holding her firmly against him.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just still... a little worked up, that’s all. Don’t worry about it, go to sleep.” His voice was calm and even, but Sango could easily tell he was lying. She knew him well enough to know he was holding something back, and she would not let it slide. ‘Marriage is built on honesty and trust after all’ she told herself, ‘and his needs are just as important as mine.’ Sango caressed his face with her fingertips, committing to memory the strong lines of his features.

"Worked up?" Her voice carried her befuddlement, and Inu Yasha blushed a deep crimson. The sheer innocence of her question only served to heighten his arousal. It was difficult enough to tell her that much, but to communicate what his needs were when their physical relationship was so new seemed nearly impossible. He needed her again, to bring her to that peak of ecstasy that would trigger his own. Dawn was rapidly approaching, the birds twittering excitedly in the increasing light. His youki was returning to him, his body thrumming with energy and tension. He was still half an hour from retuning to his normal state, but the increasing stream of youki flooding his body was powerful nonetheless. He needed to make his desire clear to her in a way that wouldn’t scare her, and momentarily found himself at a loss for words.

He rolled them both over, and tangle of limbs and naked flesh. His hand captured one of her own, and maneuvered it between their bodies. She gasped and blushed innocently when her fingers brushed against his arousal, and turned her head demurely to the side as he wrapped her hand around his girth. “Do you feel that Sango?” he asked, biting back a moan of pleasure as she nodded and tightened her grip on his member in response. “It means I want you, that I need to be inside you again.” Her eyes grew wide with realization, and her blush intensified. He could feel her breathing become choppy and erratic from where his chest pressed against her own, and he forced back another moan as her breasts rubbed against him with each breath. “I will not force you, you can always say no.”

Sango’s soft brown eyes met his, and she found herself momentarily taken aback by the amount of desire hidden in the violet depths. She was exhausted, mentally and physically, and yet her body began to throb with need once more. The pleasure he brought her was beyond her wildest hopes and dreams, and she knew there was no way she could deny him. She moved her thumb in tiny circles along the impossibly soft skin of his shaft, watching in amazement at the look of bliss that graced his feature. “Inu Yasha... I want you too.”

He froze for a brief moment above her, eyes widened with shock. It was quickly replaced by overpowering need, and his lips crashed to hers. She continued to stoke his erection as his mouth made love to hers, his own hands kneading and stroking her breasts, stomach, hips and thighs. His mouth left hers, and he licked and kissed down her neck, pausing to swirl his tongue in the dip of her collarbone. He continued straight downwards, kissing down the length of her clavicle, pausing to lick the salty sweat from between the mounds of her breasts. He kissed and nipped the skin of her breasts, circling the tip of his tongue around her areola teasingly before sucking the puckered flesh into his mouth. After giving the other breast equal consideration, he lowered his head, nipping and licking at the undersides on her breasts, his silky bangs brushing against her nipples and exciting her further.

She writhed beneath him again, her soft breathy moans increasingly louder and urgent. His talented mouth traveled south on her lithe frame down her ribs and over her smooth stomach towards his destination. He nuzzled his nose in her soft curls, heavy with the scents of their sex. He slid one hand back up her torso to massage her neglected breasts, while the other further parted her legs. His mouth hovered mere centimeters over her flower, and Sango watched mesmerized as hies mes met her own. “Do you know how wonderful your skin tastes? I’ve wanted to do this since you said ‘yes’.” Sango shivered as his heated breath caressed her flower, completely unprepared by the amount of sensation that followed.

His tongue slid against her core, parting her outer lips and caressing her more intimately than she knew possible. He lapped at her, swirling his tongue through her folds, occasionally sucking them into his mouth. She arched her back and rocked her hips against his mouth, crying his name between moans of delight. His attentions now centered around a certain spot that made her entire being throb with pleasure, and her cries of passion increased in volume as he sucked on her clit. Sango was unaware of the movement of his one hand until she felt the first thrust of two fingers into her passage, and she fisted her hands in his hair as she bit back a scream. He continued to suck on her clit as his fingers teased her inner walls, thrusting and turning within her. His other hand was occupied with kneading her breasts, and he grinned with smug male satisfaction as she writhed on the futon.

His erection throbbed insistently, reminding him of his own need. ‘She comes first’ he kept reminding himself, determined to pleasure the woman beneath him before taking his own release. He didn’t have to wait long however, as his exploring fingers slid a spot deep within her that immediately triggered her climax. To Sango, the combined sensation for his mouth and hands as he tugged, thrust, and stroked was overwhelming. When his fingers grazed a certain spot in her passage, it caused a pulse of pleasure that coursed throughout her body. She trembled and shook as her climax took her, clutching to whatever parts of her lover she could reach.

He pulled his fingers from her body, meeting her passion-glazed eyes with his own before sensually licking them clean. Sango’s breath hitched in her throat as the erotic sight made her passage tremble in anticipation. He was moving up her body again, his mouth now colliding insistently with her own. His tongue invaded her mouth, leaving a heavy, potent flavor in it’s wake. One of his hands slid under a thigh, and she shivered as he hooked the back of her knee over his elbow and spread the leg off to the side. He rested his weight on his other elbow, carefully arranging himself so that his hand could still caress her face. He rested his forehead on her own, and with one powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt within her.

Sango moaned deep in her throat, and began to rock her hips against him. Her partner remained still however, and she was about to inquire as to why when he began. Instead of thrusting within her, he began to swivel his hips, his member turning and swirling inside her passage. He was so deep within her, and the tip of his member seemed to be circling around a spot deep inside her. The accompanying bliss, physical and emotional, that accompanied that movement made Sango feel as if he was caressing the very seat of her soul. It didn’t take long for the tension that proceeded climax to build to the breaking point, but before it could happen, Inu Yasha changed his technique, now pumping in and out of her.

The sudden shift forced the tension to fade, and she cried out in both pleasure and disappointment as his hard, deep thrusts rocked her body. That too, felt incredible to her, and the taijia wondered if he were capable of doing any wrong. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and back, her nails dragging across the skin and leaving little welts in their wake. His breathing became short and choppy, and she could feel where beads of sweat rolled off of his forehead dropping onto hers. The tension built yet again as his thrusts shook her body on the futon, but at the first trembling of her inner walls, he slowed and resumed the gentle swirling motion from before. She started to cry out his name in protest, but his mouth clamped down over hers, effectively silencing her. He pulled his face away from her to look her in the eyes, and Sango lost the will to complain when she saw the intensity of his gaze. “Let me do this Sango.... let me pleasure you until you scream.” His mouth once again collided with her own, and his torturous ministrations continued.

He repeatedly brought her to the brink of release, only so change his technique and force the buildup all over again. Her body throbbed with pent up energy, and she was vaguely aware of his increased speed as the light continued to build. Sango was literally screaming her pleasure into his mouth now, the sound muffled by his tongue twining with hers. He again changed his technique, now thrusting fast and deep, withdrawing to the head only to slam once more into her body. The speed and force of his thrusts rocked her on the futon, her breasts bouncing and grazing his chest, and she was distantly aware that she steady slapping noise that filled the room coincided with the erotic collision of his sac against her bottom.

She was so close to that intense glorious high, and from the way her body throbbed she felt as if she might loose her mind if she didn’t have completion soon. Thankfully it seemed as if Inu Yasha was after the same goal at this point, as he thrust almost mindlessly above her. His own impassioned vocalizations merged with hers, and Sango ke int into his mouth as her orgasm hit her, just as the sun started to peek over the horizon. She rode wave after wave of pleasure as he continued to thrust inside her, unaware of his hair flashing to silver, or of the change of his ears. As her orgasm faded, she felt it, the first steady pulse of his youki as it fully settled in her body. It swept through her, emanating from every place their bodies touched. She could feel it in her center, the pulse of youki that pushed against her inner walls and swept outwards, and she felt the tension build impossibly fast. ‘Oh sweet Kami!’ was her only thought as the following pulses of energy and the deep reverberating growl emanating from his chest shook her body.

Each one brought her that much closer, and mere seconds after her last climax she peaked again with glorious intensity, her vision fading to white and her nails breaking the flesh of his back. The now hanyou Inu Yasha howled as her climax triggered her own, his seed gushing with enough intensity into her body that her orgasm continued until he was milked dry. Sango lay beneath him a dead weight, her gasping for air the only movement her body was capable of. Inu Yasha rolled off of her and to the side, struggling to regain his full control as well. Each lay staring at the other as they recovered, and Sango’s eyes soon grew heavy from exhaustion. Inu Yasha tugged a blanket over both their forms groggily, and they both succumbed to sleep.

tbc...
please! review! I enjoy hearing from people! *tries to pick the lock on her door* Tsuki-sama! There's no bathroom in my cell! Tsuki! Tsuki?!