Wet Dreams

Wet Dreams II

A/N: Okay, I thought this would be a one-shot but I’ll make another one.

Disclaimer: Do not own Inuyasha.

Ever since that night in the mineral springs, the same dream haunted Kagome. She imagined him over her,her,her, touching her, and embracing her. The guilt that emerged after her first dream slowly transformed into excitement after experiencing the erotic but vivid imagery night after night, her body throbbing in anticipation when she readies herself for bed. The sinful pleasures of the night replayed in her mind like an erotic movie but she could never reach satisfaction. When she awoke in the morning, she may have been slightly disappointed that the furry thing lying on her stomach was Shippou’s petite body and not Sesshoumaru’s fury appendage, but she quickly repressed that feeling when she finally realized the foolishness of the situation.

The moonlight blurred reality and fantasy and allowed her to enjoy her secret without much shame. However, the sunlight revealed the stark reality concerning not only the morally wrong subject matter of her guilty pleasures but also the star role belonged to an enemy who threatened to kill and dismember her and her friends.

One morning she woke to face Shippo.

“Are you okay Kagome?” he asked as his innocent round eyes stared at her with much concern.

“Yeah, nothing’s wrong,” she lied. A second prior in dreamland, she was in a frenzied coupling action with the youkai lord. Now that she awoke, she realized her clear and sticky juices streaming out of her and her body heightened with arousal.

“You were moaning, and you smell funny,” Shippo remarked innocently, scrunching his little pert nose.

“Oh it’s nothing. Really,” she stressed which he thankfully believed. Shippo hopped off her chest to go find some breakfast and to annoy Inuyasha who disappeared somewhere.

Kagome guilty and ashamed proceeded to rise and go about her morning ritual of cleansing. She was worried that her friends would discover her dark and dirty secret. Fortunately they did not.

Inuyasha hastily ordered the group to decamp and grumbled about humans and their slothfulness. Then he quickly set the pace towards a human village miles away to continue the shard quest.

Sango and Miroku noticed nothing unusual and went about the day, following their expected routine to a tee. Miroku would tease then flirt with the women in the village they visited, and Sango – the righteous representation and purveyor of the women sexually harassed by Miroku’s hands – would have her giant boomerang aimed at the houshi’s head, hoping that this time something in the brain would finally click. The end result would be Miroku hunched over to tend his wounds while Sango wiped her hands clean before settling her boomerang close by.

That night was a month since her first “encounter” with Sesshoumaru. Although during the day, she was steadfast in her resolution not to experience these dreams again, her body fought her mind with increasing stubbornness as the moonlight ascended in the darkened sky. She lay in her sleeping bag twisting and turning that caused Shippo to remove himself from his usual comfortable spot to where Kiara rested. Her blood pulsed with some strange excitement as she struggled to find relaxation, and her consciousness blinked in and out of awareness. Restless and anxious, she sat up irritated with herself, examining the camp for Inuyasha. Surely he would be awake, and she could spend some time conversing with him until she became tired. As she wondered through the camp, she failed to locate him, but a flash of white light caused her to abruptly stop. That must be him but she was not sure. Even with the nagging doubt in her mind, she displaced her worries as curiosity loomed dangerously in her mind. She began to follow the white form.

She entered the clearing after chasing the blurry form throughout the forest. She should have enough common sense NOT to follow unidentified flying objects, but NOOOO, her curiosity got the best of her. In her time, the evening news would have cover stories about innocent girls acting foolish and falling victim to some rapist or murderer. In cliché horror stories, stupid innocent girls, armed only with a baseball bat, would go down to the basement to discover what object would make such eerie noises underneath the stairs. Kagome never considered herself innocent or stupid, but now she would become a statistic.

When the dense leaves of the forest no longer obstructed her view and allowed moonlight to filter down to the ground, she found herself alone, far away from a camp, its location unknown at this point. ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ She thought to herself when she finally realized her situation. She was alone, and she had no weapons. ‘How was she going to get out of here and into safety?’ she questioned herself, panic threatening to rise like bile from her esophagus.

“You should not just stand there like eager prey,” a mellow voice wafted through the chilly night air.

Kagome instinctively swiveled her head toward the voice’s source and found a beautiful silvery youkai bathed in moonlight. Her mouth literally dropped to the mouth. It was Sesshoumaru lounged against a large boulder but he appeared to be an angel, descended from heaven as the light reflected off his pale being causing an aura of soft light to surround his form.

“Come,” commanded the youkai as if she was some military subordinate.

But of course she stood there stupid as if she was deaf. She was too mesmerized by his beauty and the soothing tone of his voice to even pay attention to the words. Heat instinctively gathered at the junction between her legs.

The youkai lord remained silent but was obviously annoyed. Rarely, only a few disregarded his command and less than that actually survived. Before he had the mind to kill the miko for this infraction, her legs slowly but surely started to move towards him. Her eyes were wide like saucers, but her brain finally jotted into some activity when it unconsciously booted itself into survival mode. Yet still her mind registered nothing, partly out of fear of him and partly out of fear of her emerging desirous reactions from his presence.

When she was within touching distance, he raised his claws into the air. He smiled inwardly when she shrank back instinctively but before she tried to run away, he swiped his claws in front of her. Her clothing split exactly in half down the middle and the ruined fabrics fell to the ground and gathered to pool around her feet. However, her skin underneath remained flawless and unmarred. She felt goose bumps starting to protrude from the top layers of skin when the cold air rushed against her and hit her warm skin that was previously protected and now unashamedly exposed. All she wore were her slippers.

He smirked at her discomfort but when she was about to open her mouth in protest – which he expected since he knew that the miko never learned to shut up – he roughly pulled the naked girl toward him violently.

Finally, the part of the brain that operated speech began to work. “Sess….sess…..hou….ma…ru?” Of course it took her brain some time to function correctly.

“Miko,” the youkai panted near her ear. He held her around the waist with one arm while the other caressed her back, descending down to her buttocks.

‘He has two arms,’ Kagome thought to herself, ‘So does it mean this is a dream?’ Before she began to analyze her situation, her mind became frazzled when Sesshoumaru began to nip her neck. His rough tongue dabbed against the sensitive spots of her neck, and now he utilized both hands to stroke up and down her body.

‘Who cares!’ a part of Kagome’s mind screamed. Obviously, her libido gave birth to a new mode of rational thinking. Right now and right here, everything made complete sense. Him appearing like a god of sex causing shivers to run down her spine as his fingers touched the most intimate places, and her leaning into his embrace in her birthday suit while hurriedly undoing the slashes and knots of his clothing were all perfectly normal, right? Absolutely.

This new cognitive functioning also surged her adventurous side to emerge and destroy whatever inhibitions that still lingered. Her hands stroked his defined and chiseled chest. Her finger pads caressed his hardened flesh as she explored a side of this youkai few ever ventured to possibly discover first hand. No longer intimidated or frightened, she allowed herself to enjoy the decadence of this sensation. This time, it would be no frantic coupling. It would be a thoughtful exploration of every crevice, and she would relish in every moment of it.

He purred his delight, and it caused his chest to rumble when Kagome circled his nipples with wonderment. Sesshoumaru swiftly allowed his untied hakami and gi to fall to the ground as he roughly grabbed her to capture her mouth with his.

Their tongues tangled together, each partner attempting to extract as much pleasure from one another. Kagome felt her knees weaken as his mouth ignited a passionate reaction from her mouth that traveled down to her sensitive breasts and her throbbing sex that was weeping for attention and fulfillment.

The great white demon sex god lowered her toward the compact earth while his lips locked with hers. His hands never diverted from its earlier task, continually stroking her body and tweaking the parts of it that made her head rush with giddy enjoyment.

Sesshoumaru released the kiss and hovered over her allowing his pale, silvery, moonlit hair to fall like a curtain around them. They were enclosed in their rapture. Their attention was focused only on each other and at the prospect of their reunion. His golden gaze held hers for a moment, conveying his desire with its molten intensity.

He lowered his head down near her neck, and she felt his tongue once more savoring areas of her skin which hummed with satisfaction. He descended down to her breast and suckled each nipple carefully allowing the tips of his fangs to graze the hardened bud. Her fingers found its way tangled in his hair gently pushing him to travel further down to the designated spot where the yearning was the greatest. His attentive ministrations on her breasts were agonizingly and pleasingly slow but he did not exactly reject her blunt invitation. Rather than his mouth, his right hand snaked toward her heated core, and his clawed fingers delicately brushed against the glistening and damp curls at the entrance of her sodden opening.

Her sex throbbed with anticipation, but he neglected to satisfy its need and teased her by subtly caressing the areas around the sensitive bundle of nerves that screamed for attention.

“Please,” panted Kagome, sweat gathering around her temples and legs shaking with eagerness.

“Please what?” Sesshoumaru whispered against her right breast, expelling his breath against her moist nipple.

“I need…. Please,” she repeated, her eyes shut. She felt herself at the cusp of explosion if he did not touch her.

His fingers finally made physical contact against her sex and began rubbing against her dripping opening. His skin slid against her slippery skin, and the friction it caused from first contact made her body twitch.

“Yes,” Kagome gasped with a sigh of relief. Finally, the torture will be less painful, and the pleasure will begin to mount.

“Miko,” the youkai murmured, “patience is a virtue.”

Kagome thought for a second to make some sort of reply but then his dexterous and magical fingers began to fervently massage her neither lips causing her to groan and roll her eyes with delight. Her nerves were at the starting stages of an orgasmic spasm but ceased when his fingers stopped its motion. However, she did not voice her complaints because she felt his feathered kisses trailing from her breasts down to her navel and to her inner thighs.

Hot pants against her sensitive opening activated her nerves once again. And when his rough tongue entered, it incited her entire abdominal area to vibrate and become excited. He stroked her intimately, long and deep, savoring every feel and every taste. Even from her prone position, she could imagine his oral movements against her. She felt every movement against her. He was not gentle against her sex, but savage and pleasurably fulfilling. He plunged his mouth into her while both sets of hands ignited the outer regions to lose control and uniformly pulsate.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her eyes opening widely. Her brain melted into mush, and her only sense of awareness stemmed from the pull of longing in between her legs. His tongue and fingers were everywhere, prompting all nerves to awaken and contract. Suddenly, the pressure that mounted together erupted into a volcanic explosion. All her muscles prickled, and the convulsions resonated from her abdominal areas causing waves of pleasure to flood her body down to her toes.

When she descended from her euphoric high, she found her demon god hovering over her once again, his sex at her still vibrating entrance. Before she completely recovered from her orgasmic bliss, he around wrapped her legs around his waist, and he was positioned to enter her.

Golden feral eyes locked with her glazed ones. His lips glistened with her juices. His face lowered down meeting hers in a passionate kiss where they shared the taste of her essence as he thrust himself into her body.

As Sesshoumaru slowly glided himself into her, her nerves automatically began its cycle of eruption. Every bump and ridge from his male organ incited her sex to gush more wetness with excitement and tighten its possessive hold around his shaft.

Initially it was an unhurried pace with his thrusts piercing her deeply. She placed both her hands on his forearms enabling her to lift her hips to meet his descending pelvis. The hard blunt appendage penetrated her, joining their bodies at one liquefied junction. The friction intensified with each connection, and moans escaped her lips more passionately.

He grunted through clenched teeth while driving into her. The scent of their coupling filled his nostrils fueling his hunger to fill her completely and to possess her soul.

The pleasure gathered and accumulated within the pits of her stomach. Kagome desperately tightened her legs around him and met each propelling action with equal force. The gates to her body throbbed and emitted a sensation that allowed her to climb easily toward sexual nirvana.

“Uh….uh…” the miko groaned losing herself in the bliss. She placed her hands on his hardened and clenching backside and grabbed him to drive him into her with more strength, more friction, and more enjoyment.

The youkai eyes slanted to resemble his primitive ancestors, and with much concentration, he welcomed her advances by speeding his pace, pistoning in and out of her sodden opening with fervent intensity. The wet sounds of flesh violently joining flesh echoed in the night sky but neither noticed any sounds except for their blood pulsing loudly inside their heads.

“Harder,” whimpered the miko, her eyes closed and mouth contorted to expel the sweet and decadent sensation filling her senses.

He responded to her plead. Harder he pounded. In and out. His sac slapped against the other opening causing electric shocks to course through her bottom. Her cries started to erupt from the depths of her throat, and her muscles twitched with the beginning stages of an orgasmic onslaught. Yet, he would not relent. With youkai agility and speed, he situated her legs over his shoulders allowing better depth and penetration. His entire organ settled inside her to the hilt, and he thrust in and out of her, pulling almost completely out before slamming her into the ground with his intruding length and girth.

“Uh… Please!....” she screamed as her body arched like a taught bow string. She was at the cusp of becoming undone. Her sex hummed its initial crusade toward full spastic and uncontrollable explosion.

Sweat rolled from his body and dropped onto damp her body intermingling with her sweat as he did the impossible. No human man could match his virility or his pace. His sex pummeled hers with such force that she no longer found herself at the precipice.

“Yes…Yes!” she squealed. The blinding shocking sensation flowed from her stomach, filling her passage with her aromatic and sex induced heat while her vagina muscles ensnared his shaft in an inescapable grip.

Sesshoumaru groaned and panted heavily pausing for her orgasm to flush through her system. He reveled at her violent reaction, but he had his own pleasure in mind to satiate. Still joined in their intimate reunion, he flipped them so he would be the one lying prone on the ground with his silvery hair to span around his head like an angelic halo.

“Ride,” he grunted, his hands on her hips instructing her to take the initiative.

Although weak from her cosmic high, Kagome obliged. Bobbing on top of his organ, her now swollen muscles gripped his with every ascent and descent. She knew that it would not be long until another orgasm.

One hand stroked her breast while the other caressed her clit in rhythm with their paced motion. She thrashed when tiny sparks of pleasure kindled in between her legs.

The youkai was becoming impatient. His clutched both hands onto her hips and pierced her with more force as his pelvis lifted from the ground to grind himself against her with more satisfaction. The orgasm ignited again and Kagome tilted her head back to emit a low and guttural moan.

Sesshoumaru still hard, swollen, and aroused decided to finish this once and for all. He set the miko on all fours, and he positioned himself behind her. He entered her roughly from the beginning and began an intensely rapid pace. Kagome howled with delight, an orgasm immediately progressing.

He drove into her slick passage, no longer mindful that the miko was riding on a continual wave of orgasm after orgasm causing her muscles to grip him almost painfully. The pressure and heat surrounding his sex was almost unbearable, but he persisted. He pounded her into the ground relentlessly.

Her juices trickled down his thighs. The strong scent of her essence on his body was like an aphrodisiac. Rationality left him, and he became a sexual animal. His eyes tinged with red and his blood pounded against his head as his semen reached their destination ready to discharge at any moment. He increased the force of his thrust, no longer caring that the miko was a frail human woman.

“Oh god Sesshoumaru!” screamed Kagome. Her fingers clawed against the compact dirt. This pleasure was immeasurable.

The miko’s verbal response instigated the youkai to open his floodgates of euphoria. He growled deeply and loudly as his shaft twitched and ejected his seed into her body.

Still intimately joined, Sesshoumaru slumped unto the ground with Kagome in tow. With her back against his chest and his arms encircling her waist, she fell back against his sweaty body sated and tired. After a few moments to catch her breath, she glanced over her shoulder to meet the gaze of the stoic and perfect face of her youkai lover. To her surprise, instead of finding Sesshoumaru expression to reflect his usual look of disinterest, he appeared satisfied and content. He kissed the top of her head lightly, and before she could open her mouth, he said, “Sleep Kagome.”

Although she struggled to stay awake, her weary body abided to his command.

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“Kagome!”

Kagome lifted one heavy eyelid then anotho fao face Sango hunched over her with bathing supplies at hand.

“Sango?” she asked confused and completely disoriented.

Sango smiled, “Who else did you think it was?”

Flushed with embarrassment, Kagome abruptly sat up and found herself in her sleeping bag in the middle of their camp. “Ugh….another dream.”

“What?” Sango questioned when Kagome frowned.

“Nothing,” Kagome quickly recovered. Besides it was another dream, right?

“Well here,” Sango handed Kagome her bathing supplies. “You overslept, and Inuyasha, Miroku, and Shippou went out to find some breakfast. You better get ready to leave soon before they come back.”

“Thanks Sango!” Kagome replied cheerfully. She unzipped her sleeping bag and gasped loudly.

“What is it?” asked Sango while packing up their camp some distance away.

“It’s nothing…….I think I got my period.” Kagome lied. She peered down her legs. st qst quantity of viscous white liquid streamed from her throbbing vagina down her legs staining her un-shredded night shorts and running down her exposed legs. ‘What in the world?’

A/N:
Wow, I descended into smut central. So naughty ~~ I hope you liked this drawn out scene. Most sex scenes I’ve encountered are like drive-by quickies. I wanted to prolong it, and I quote this was to be “a thoughtful exploration of every crevice.”
Just got this done. Probably made a few mistakes. Will correct later.