Wet Wings

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The great demon held his tongue in annoyance. What were these humans trying to pass off as payment? A woman? Thin lips curled over his sharp fangs in distaste. The silent self berate began, in all his dealings with humans he had never been as insulted. Cloaked as she was, the woman was probably disease ridden, black toothed, and haggard with age. He watched mockingly as she stumbled in her long robed cloak, approaching him. Golden eyes narrowed at her pale slender arm as it reached out to him. Did this woman dare to touch him? Fingers cracked as he flexed his claws. He would shred her to bits of fleshy ribbon.

The towns people watched in horror as the cloak which hid her flew from her body in shreds, fluttering around her in brown woolen strips. Fear stilled their tongues, their lord looked greatly displeased and none wished to gain his attention. The angel was quick, her long raven locks flying out in front of her as she thrust herself backward. Surprise lit up her face as she stumbled, falling backward onto the sooty village street. Pale face turned up, and her gaze locked with that of the Demon, void of fear but filled with a childlike curiosity. A gusty wind tunneled its way through the village, whipping at her silk covered flesh.

Sesshoumaru masterfully held his surprise, keeping it from outwardly showing. Before him was a Youkai woman, one which class he had yet to identify. With the forth coming wind came her sent, wrapped tightly in the air currents. A tauntingly teasing scent. It strongly reminded him of freshly cut Lilly’s floating in a crisp mountain lake.

The woman remained on the ground a few feet away from him shivering. Her eyes left his to exam the goose bumps that had spread over her chilled skin, a curious finger touching the upraised hairs on her arm. It was as if the woman had never felt the cold before, her reaction to it alien. Snow white cheeks turned red with the cold and full pink lips parted with a breathy exhale. Mystified with the steamed breath, she tried to cup it in her hands, opening them to find it had escaped. She pouted, and once again tried to capture it.

Sesshoumaru withheld her with curiosity. Just who was this woman? Again her scent came to him, and with it, the startling revelation her scent knew no age. This woman was immortal, a deity of some sort. The wind took a change of direction bringing the unpleasant smell of the human village back into his awareness. Remembering himself he straightened and gave a brief nod in the direction of the town chief, accepting her as payment. She was after all a mystery, and Sesshoumaru would not leave her unsolved.

“Stand up woman.” Sesshoumaru receiving no outward sign she had understood him. Wishing to dwell no longer within the village he quickly pulled her to her feet, summoning his Youkai cloud.

Awed Kagome sunk to her knees as the cloud lifted high above the village, peeking her head out over it. A wide grin spread from ear to ear as she leaned down further to watch the passing ground. Spreading her wings she tilted her head back excitement pulsing within her at the sensations it created.

Sesshoumaru regarded her silently. “You act as though you have never flown before.” His tone held a air of disdain. Did she not know how to fly? He found it strange, her wings spread wide, feathers eagerly stretching and reaching.

Kagome looked at him just briefly. What did it mean to fly? Was this wonderful sensation flying? Kagome dared to peer even further over the cloud , her knees at the edge. Instinctively her wings caught hold of the air currents and lifted her from the cloud. Crystal blue eyes filled with pride, and she fluttered her wings a second time upward. Suddenly the winds changed direction and she lost her hold, wings bending painfully in the oncoming thrusts of wind. Shocked she began to fall.

Catching her by the wrist, Sesshoumaru effortlessly lifted her back onto the cloud, pulling her against his side. “That was foolish.” He loosened her grip as she recovered, once again turning to overlook the ground they speed above. Sesshoumaru felt strands of her inky black hair softly brushing against his cheek, moving in the wind as it blew and pushed. Her body was soft beneath his touch. Keeping his hands still, he watched her fiddle with the end of his fur wrap.

Sesshoumaru lost himself to thought as they continued to fly toward his castle, wondering exactly what to do with this new woman. Glancing at her he wondered if it was appropriate to call her as such, she seemed so childlike. Although, her body was definitely that of a woman. As if drawn by thought his eyes drifted from her face to her chest, stopping to rest on her large perky breasts. Sesshoumaru felt his eyes widen faintly as her attention was also brought to her chest, her fingers experimentally touching the hardened nipples.

Kagome wondered in curiosity. When her skin developed tiny bumps and her body shook against her will, the soft bumps became hard bumps. Strange. Perplexed she pulled open her silken robes, gawking at her upturned breasts in wonder. Searching fingers touched the hardened nipples flicking it from side to side, then a inquisitive pinch. Eyes widened in wonder and she administered the same attention to the left breast, happily content.

Sesshoumaru was quick to still her hands, closing the robe and knotting it tight. What was with this girl? His headache escalated to a whole new level, pounding loudly along with his heart beat. The innocent gestures heated his flesh until it clung to the silk he wore, his forehead sparkling with sweat. Her mewing rang in remembrance, and as he stared at her now covered breasts, he imagined them naked before him.

How sensitive she was, if she had unknowingly aroused herself with a few rubs and tweaks of her own nipples, how he would love to get his claws on her. He would touch things that would have her screaming and thrashing, unable to handle the extreme pleasures he would introduce to that yearning body of hers. Steeling himself he pushed the thoughts from his mind the best he could, it would not do to take such a woman as her to his bed. It would be like bedding a child. Or at least, that had been his current thought before he felt two small, chilled hands exploring him through the thin silk of his pants.

Golden eyes widened and a shocked gasp escaped him as her cold fingers made contact. Anger gripped him. He, Lord of the western lands did not react so wantonly toward a inexperienced woman’s touch! Or did he?

Kagome had noticed something pressing into her back, something hot, something hard. As curious as she was… she investigated. She gripped it tightly with both hands and pulled, liking the way it seemed to grow in her grip. In fact it might have been the most interesting thing her hands had found to play with! Hot, sticky and hard, but what she liked the most about it was the texture. Soft and smooth to the touch. Reaching further down she was amazed to find two swollen balls, that were delightfully cup-able!

Sesshoumaru fought against the red vision that was quickly overcoming as he pulled her hands from his pants. Un-phased she lifted her skirts, and seemed to frown in disappointment. Why didn’t she have one of those too, she wondered. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes against the scent of her exposed sex, willing his cloud to move faster. He would distance himself from her immediately.

Kagome staggered slightly once they found place on the ground, and quickly trotted after the long haired one. The castle stretched out tall and wide before her, and she rushed toward it. Eager fingers wrapped around the gate, the metallic scent clinging to her fingers even as she relinquished her hold on the gate to move and touch the course stone walls.

Sesshoumaru watched all this in disdain, and wondered what else she had touched before touching his person. Feeling the need for a bath, he led her inside the castle. He would leave her with some servants to take care of until he decided what to do with her. As it was turning out she was more of a job then a payment.

Kagome wondered away from the green creature that kept yelling at her. Her nose turned upward at the memory. She didn’t understand what he was yelling about, but his voice annoyed her and his hands were slimy. Kagome didn’t like slimy. Escaping the castle, she found delight in the gardens. Breaking the stems of flowers she found particularly appealing she carried the small bouquet over toward a pound. Her mouth opened in surprise and the flowers were immediately forgotten, dropped and scattered.

What are those? What were they! Swimming in the pond were beautiful Koi fish of all colors. Thinking they were to be feed they eagerly came to the surface much to Kagome’s delight. Reaching in she grabbed at one, her attempts leaving her empty handed. She continued to splash, not giving up on her quest. Soon enough she was waist deep in the murky water catching more fish in her robes then her hands.

Feeling refreshed Sesshoumaru retired to his study to catch up on some of the documents he had piling up. That’s what he needed, something to distract himself from the little minx he had running around his castle somewhere. No doubt up to trouble. He winced at the thought of how many priceless valuables she had most likely broken by now. Immersed in his work Sesshoumaru signed the last of the papers, and noticed the time. Sighing he stood and stretched, dinner would be served in two hours time. Regally he moved through the castle, slowly taking his time. Much to his relief nothing seemed to be broken or out of place. Ah.. But that was strange, there was Jaken without the woman. In fact, there was Jaken, nursing a large bump on his head, without the woman.

“M-my lord! The imp quickly stood, the ice pack forgotten. “She is a beast!” The imp looked quite offended.

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow of his typical ‘I really could care less look’. “And just where is said beast now, Jaken?” His question held a slightly threatening tone.

The toad looked uneasy. “She went out to the gardens last I saw.”

Sesshoumaru could easily sense her, not that he would need his demonic abilities to find her. She truly did leave a trail of destruction behind her. Broken stems, and upturned roots led to where she was. “Woman.” His tone was one of commanding, and he easily caught her attention.

Kagome looked happily up from the middle of the pond, hair wet and grimy, and a flopping fish held proudly in a tight fist. A very expensive, now dieing fish. As if rewarding him with a great prize she came at him quickly, thrusting it out for him to take.

Sesshoumaru fought the urge to pinch his nose against the stench that clung to her, and took the fish. Once again he watched her as it was off to the races, her back to him and her hands busy with a new flower. Tossing the fish into the water with a loud splash he grabbed her by the back of her neck, dragging her behind him. Sesshoumaru was not a baby sitter. Regardless of his thoughts he proceeded to drag her to the bathhouse, if she was to dine with him, she would not smell like a swamp creature. Tomorrow he would call in a professional. She would be taught how to behave, and immediately.

Kagome stumbled awkwardly as she was forced to walk backward in her soaked garments, trying to look behind her at the same time. By the time they got to the bath house she was half on her feet, half… not on her feet.

Sesshoumaru shredded the ruined clothes and shoved her into the large pool of steamy water. Realizing she wasn’t resurfacing he gave a faint curse, and stripped, jumping in after her. Hands searching in the water his fist closed around her long, tangled hair, and tugged her to the surface. Gasping and coughing, she stared at him with wide blue eyes. A smirk tugged at his lips and he pulled her toward shallower water. He should have known she wouldn’t be able to swim. It was a wonder she didn’t drown herself in the Koi pond.

Sesshoumaru was quick to scrub the muck from her skin, leaving red marks in the ferocity of his efforts. It was truly a shame the woman was daft, Sesshoumaru had never quite seen a Youkai of her beauty. Her looks were delicate and the Youkai markings that adorned her body were quiet charming. Golden swirls artfully arranged on her pale skin emphasized her attributes, and a respectfully small four pointed pale gold star charmed her forehead.

Sesshoumaru stiffened at the look she was giving him. He barred his teeth at her in warning. This woman child should not know the meaning of such a look, but her actions spoke for themselves as she leaned into his body. Her large breasts pressed naked against his chest and a nest of dark curls brushed softly against his hand. Naturally his body responded to her touch.

The bathhouse was filled with the scent of her need, hot in the air with the thick steam. Sesshoumaru turned her from him, washing her back and doing his best not to pay attention to her pert ass that was currently staring him in the face. From his knelling position he reached his arms around her, washing her chest gently and down to her stomach, stopping just above the apex between her thighs. It was then she caught hold of his hands and pulled them downward, eager and searching. A startled moan was torn from her throat and she thrust her sex fully into his hand.

What the hell was this woman? Sesshoumaru wondered how she could seem to know nothing but still be so pent up and needing like any Youkai woman of age would be. Knowing she must be in heat he gave a faint curse. Sesshoumaru was at a loss as the Youkai woman continued to abuse his hand. It would not due to have her running around his castle molesting anyone that fit her fancy. He could only begin to imagine what visiting lord would be assaulted. Sesshoumaru mulled it over. “Would it please you.” His voice was thick and pleasantly velvety to Kagome’s ears. “If I alleviated your aching woman?”

Mewing an answer so needy Sesshoumaru felt the tightness in his loins explode into a heat just as in need. Quickly lifting her from the waters he set her down before him on the ledge of the bath, bending her knees apart. His tongue ached to taste her and he grabbed her thighs, lost of his reasoning’s. Parting her velvety folds he stroked her slowly with his tongue, his mouth filling with her taste. Never before had the taste of a woman drove him into such a frenzy! Engulfing her with his mouth he sucked with hunger, his tongue continuing to work its magic on the pink pearl. Sesshoumaru loved the way she was trembling beneath him, grabbing at his hair and pushing him tighter. A inhuman cry escaped her sweet lips as she came in his mouth, her body shaking with spasms. Licking the juices away he held her down tighter, his tongue continuing its relentless attack.

Kagome arched her back and clawed her nails into the ground beneath her, tears of beautiful agony streamed down her cheeks as struggled to get more then his tongue could give. The chuckle he gave her meant nothing more then a wave of vibrating pleasure, and she reached down between them filling herself with her own two fingers. Kagome was unable to comprehend anything that was happening, but whatever this was, she had tasted it and would crave it endlessly.

Sesshoumaru moved her hand, filling her with his own two fingers. He was tentative at first, careful of her virginity barrier. Halfway up to his knuckles in her warmth he had yet to come across it and inched deeper. Nothing. No barrier of her innocents. Unexplainable anger broke through the passion veiled haze that had cloaked his mind, and he pulled away. “Who has touched you?” Sesshoumaru received only begging mews, and arching hips

There was no harming what had already been taken. Sesshoumaru moved quickly and was soon pushing her legs further apart with the pressure of his hips. The primal need for her was overwhelming he had never felt so out of control before. Loosing himself to her tight clenching walls slick with her own need for him, he thrust deeply into the core of her heat. The sounds of his moans were foreign to his own ears, and he gripped her tightly by the neck, holding her firmly beneath him. There was no need to be gentle, she was responding beautifully to his treatment of her.

A wildness had erased all wonder from her face, and her hips bucked and grinded against his own, knowing what she needed. Sesshoumaru bent his head into her breasts, nipping and sucking as they bounced with their movements. Again a moan was torn from his lips as her long legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him down with a slamming force deep into her. Sesshoumaru felt her walls tighten and clench, her juices dripping wetly down his thighs, and marveled in her continued thrusts, seeking yet another orgasm.

Her claws dug their way into his back as she lifted herself from the ground keeping their hips locked as she rubbed feverishly against him, tightening her walls around him in such a way he felt himself lost to her control. Snarling he pulled away from her long enough to bring both of her legs over his shoulders, and thrust into her. Their bodies smacked together, her legs held tightly in his clawed grip, his eyes burning hotly down at her. As she climaxed again her walls constricted around him in a locking grip. Sesshoumaru forced himself deeper into the walls that clenched against him, holding her tightly he allowed himself release. Slowly the pair regained their breath amongst the bed of feathers