Impatience

AN/ So this chapter is a little bit more tame compared to the last. Really, it ended up as more of an interim chapter explaining how they got to this point. I didn't intend to write it that way, it just sorta came out that way. Kinda the same way this turned into more than a one shot. It's still PWP (I think) but now at least you have the premise. And I promise, in the next chapter, Sesshoumaru IS gonna get his.

Impatience

By: Honourable Fool

Had Sesshoumaru been a lesser demon (or worse, a man) he would have cursed his lateness. As it was he had already missed their last rendezvous due to unforeseeable events getting in the way, and now he was running late to meet the woman who managed to haunt his dreams. It had all started as a mere fascination with long-legged, dark-haired beauties with glittering eyes and fiery tempers. Not to mention miko’s who ran around in skirts so short they left little to the imagination as the slightest breeze teased his sharp eyes. And then he stumbled upon her bathing.

While he detested humans as a breed beneath him, he was not stupid enough to deny that the fairer sex of their kind certainly had their… redeeming qualities. And while it was rare to come across one quite as spirited as Kagome, even her temper was nothing compared to the tempers of certain youkai females. Standing in the shadows of the trees he watched as the huntress grabbed her clothes and left her friend to finish her bath alone. He took no qualms with standing there, catching tantalizing glimpses of her body through the water.

And then she let her head fall back on the warm rock, eyes sliding closed, dark hair spilling across the pale stone in midnight rivulets, and a scent came to him bourn on the mineral scented air. It was warm and feminine, spiced and musky, and went straight to his formerly comfortable member.

From his spot among the trees he saw her bite her lip, heard her sigh, and smelled her arousal. Whatever it was she was thinking of, it was obviously turning her on as she shifted beneath the waters surface, her breathing and heart rate picking up almost imperceptibly to his sensitive ears. Distortion blurred the view, but he was sure he saw her rubbing her abdomen, her legs squeezing together under the water.

A small breeze lifted his long, silver hair from his back, and with it came the miko’s scent, even stronger than before. Sesshoumaru inhaled deeply, his eyes sliding shut, and inside him his beast growled appreciatively. Why not, he thought.

She never saw nor heard him, but suddenly he was crouched on the rock behind her, his mouth in her ear as he whispered, “Would you care for some assistance, little miko?”

He saw her stiffen and heard a little “eep!” squeak out of her mouth before she could silence herself. He didn’t know if she could tell who he was from his voice or his presence, but staring across from her she must have seen the armor and haori he had left out in the open.

“S-Sesshoumaru?” she stuttered, shock clearly etched into her voice. Before she could get out another word, though, his hand drifted beneath the waters surface and cupped her right breast.

On that first night it took only a few half-stuttered exchanges as he rubbed a well-practiced thumb over her nipple to convince her that sex would be a good thing, beneficial to both parties, and need not get in the way of their normal lives. He had every intention of never seeing the girl privately again after he had his way with her. After all, it wasn’t the first time he had found himself obsessed with a beautiful woman. And all it ever took was a single night with her, to do as he would, and the face, the body, everything about her, was gone from his mind. He had thought of his brother’s miko with increasing frequency ever since he first saw her long, pale legs and ravishable dark hair. He had wondered, and even fantasized, about what she would taste like, thought about those legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust into her. Surely all he needed was a simple indulgence and these dreams would be gone.

Surely he was mistaken. After that one night he found his thoughts drifting to the little miko when they should have been concentrated elsewhere. Now it was not limited to night-time indulgences, but full blown fantasies in the middle of the day, reliving the sweetest parts of their night together over again. If anything, his desire for her had increased.

That was why the next time he scented Inuyasha’s pack nearby while he wandered the wilderness on his own business, he did not seek to engage his half-brother in amusing, if fruitless, battle, but instead followed them to their camp and waited beyond the hanyou’s ability to detect. Sure enough the miko and the slayer broke off from the men sometime after their meal and headed into a bitter scented breeze heavy with earthy minerals. He watched the girls from the shadows of the trees, thoroughly enjoying his view, until the miko began to say her farewell to her friend. This time it was she leaving for the camp while the other stayed behind, but he would not have it.

Rushing around to the other side of the clearing where the slayer's back was turned to, he allowed the edge of one white sleeve to gleam in silver moonlight where his prey could see. From the shadows he saw her eyes widen and drift up to where he stood, but knew she could not see him.

“On second thought, Sango,” the girl said suddenly, turning back to her friend. “I think I’ll hang out a while longer. Forget Inuyasha.”

It was not long afterwards that the huntress left her, claiming to be too “prune-y,” whatever that meant. He waited until he was sure she was out of hearing, and then went to the woman who now haunted his mind. If anything the experience their first time had given her made this second time even sweeter, ingraining her even further upon his mind.

Since then they had managed to see each other almost once a week for three months, until now. Now he hadn’t seen her in over a fortnight and he was running late because certain vassals didn’t know when to be ruled.
As he approached the spring, the choice selection of place for their little trysts, a breeze flitted through the trees and on it was bourn the scent of his new lover, just as desirable as that first, chance night; warm and feminine, spiced and musky, and full of lust. She was ready and waiting for him. He doubled his pace as he caught whiff of it, but was soon brought up short as he realized; it was too strong. By the scent of the minerals he was still a small distance from the spring, and yet the scent of her arousal was so strong. Too strong for her to be waiting expectantly like she always was. What, then, was his little miko up to?

It wasn’t until he came to the edge of the clearing that he knew of her impatience. Looking out from the shadow of the trees, he saw the darkened pool gleaming in the pale starlight. Beside it, not so far from where he stood, lay his little miko, naked skin gleaming with sweat and dewy water, head thrown back and midnight hair spread about her like a dark halo, with her hand between her thighs. He came across her just as her middle finger breached the dark, sweet cavern of her body with a soft squelch, and she moaned, the hand cupping her breast convulsively tweaking and pinching her nipple as her back arched slightly.

Sesshoumaru had been steadily stiffening as he approached the spring, but the sight of her lying on her back, naked, with her finger buried in her own body, made him throb with his own hardness. He licked his lips, pressing a promising palm to his own member, and watched the tell-tale movements of her hand. Because of his angle he could not actually see her inserting her own finger into her body, her thigh got in the way, but he had seen enough that soft, dark entrance laid open before him to know exactly what it would look like, and he suddenly felt so hot over that he was tempted to run over and fuck her now. But then, why waste a good show?
There were few things in the world Sesshoumaru loved more than watching a woman please herself. Typically he preferred to control her while she did it, keep his hands on hers while she fucked herself according to his demands. But stumbling upon the woman he desired so much with her fingers buried within herself… It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Still, he was a tad annoyed with her. Just lying out here in the open, unprotected, with the scent of her arousal rolling off of her so heavily, she was lucky no other beast had come across her and taken advantage of her exposed state. The mere thought of another youkai (or worse, a ningen) touching what was his made his youki spike with rage. But he could sense no other living creature, save woodland animals, anywhere near the object of his heated desire, so he settled down and turned his attention to her self-ministrations.

By the time she had added a third finger to the dance he found he was so hard it was beginning to be painful. And that was when he heard her cry out.

“Ah! Sesshoumaru!” For a moment he wondered if he’d been caught by her, somehow sensed or seen in her fevered state. But then her head twisted to the side, eyes tight shut, teeth biting her lower lip, and she cried again, “Oh fuck! Sesshoumaru!”

It was with a great sense of male pride and a buzz to his throbbing erection, that he realized she was fantasizing that it was him pumping into her, thrusting into her bucking hips until she couldn’t take it any longer.

“Ah! Yes, Sesshoumaru! Oh, fuck me! Please!” Her cry was tainted with pleasure and lust and made him want to grab himself and release the incredible pressure her voice created within his body. Instead he began to divest himself of his armor, quickly undoing the straps and clasps with fingers that trembled with need and built-up tension. His formerly loose hakama now seemed two sizes too small.

As he worked at his raiment, he watched her and had to pause in curiosity when her movements stopped. Keeping her fingers firmly locked between her thighs, she rolled over onto her stomach, and a moment later pushed herself up until she was on her knees with her free hand supporting her. She had to shift a little in this position so that she didn’t fall off the rock and into the waters, and she turned just enough so that her round, full ass was pointed directly at where he stood in the shadows. She shifted again, parting her legs further and lifting her hips until he could actually see her dark pussy gleaming wet with her fingers buried in her.

Indeed, had Sesshoumaru been a lesser youkai (or worse, a man) he would have stared in open mouthed shock at the beautiful view his little minx had given him. As it was he got by with the staring and only a small parting of the lips before he caught himself and closed them again. But nothing could turn his golden eyes away from the dark fork between her legs where her fingers were beginning to shift and press again.

And even as he watched she began to pump her hand into herself again, her soft moans building quickly in volume and duration as her body began to thrust itself back onto a cock that wasn’t there. The scent of her arousal was so thick now it was fogging his brain, till he couldn’t even see straight. All he could see were her fingers pumping inside of her, her hips humping her hand, her pearly juice dripping into her palm. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

As he threw off the last of his armor and his haori, she cried out loudly, moaning the words around her excitement, “Oh! Yes! Sesshoumaru! Yes, fuck me, Sesshoumaru! Fuck!”

He sensed her body tensing for her orgasm as he came up behind her, but all that mattered was that he got his hands around her little body, felt her ass thrusting against his hips, her sweaty back smooth against his chest, and her round breasts filling his palms. And he did. Leaning over, he grabbed her waist with near bruising strength, pressing his erection into her ass through his hakama, and leaned his hard chest over her back. As his mouth found her ear, her quiet gasps filled his hearing and he found she hardly faltered in her pace.

For a moment he feared his voice would not work against the hard knot of lust that clogged his throat, but at last he managed to get out huskily, “Yes, Kagome! Fuck yourself! I want you to make yourself cum!”

He ran his hands up her slim sides until they found her swaying breasts, full and hard at this point and aching at his touch. Rolling them in his hands, he let his fingers pinch the stiff nipples that hung straight down and hungered to suckle one between his fangs. But he sensed her orgasm approaching, building in heated waves from her abdomen, and leaned back on his heels as she cried out again.

“Oh! Yes!” Her fingers repeatedly disappeared between the pale flesh of her thighs, burrowing deep inside her only to appear again covered in her pearly white nectar. His mouth salivated at the sight and he wanted nothing more than to drag his tongue over her dripping slit. But he meant what he said, and he wanted her to finish herself, to make herself cum all over her hand as she finger-fucked herself.

“Oh, Fuck!” she cried one final time, fingers pumping a few more times in slow, long strokes as her body began to spasm and he could almost feel her wet walls shuddering around his cock. He could not help the smirk that touched his lips. She had done well.

Leaning forward again, he caught her in his arms before her arm could give out on her and pulled her back until she was sitting in his lap, body limp with the exertion of her orgasm and hand still buried inside of her. His skin ghosted over hers as he followed her arm down to the place where it disappeared inside her and savored the feel of her heat on his fingers as he delicately grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her fingers from her pussy. The white liquid clung to her fingers and had pooled in her palm, threatening to drip down her arm as he lifted her hand. He felt her shudder against him but paid it no mind as he stared lustfully at the fingers that had so recently pleased her, still coated in the sweet juice the nether regions of her body created. The sight made him hungry and he craved nothing more than to have that delicate appendage in his mouth.

Looking down on her, he allowed his smirk to gleam in his eyes. His voice came out husky with his unfulfilled desire as he said, “It appears that someone was impatient tonight.” then turned back to her hand. His cock throbbed even harder as he extended his tongue to catch the dewy nectar before it dripped past her palm and a rumble came from deep within his chest at the tangy taste. It wasn’t until he drew her fingers into his mouth, sucking at them between his fangs, that his eyes slid closed in sweet ecstasy and he knew for sure this night would be worth it.