Depravity

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO., NOR DO I MAKE MONEY FROM THIS.

****Again, this is a lemon fic. If you do not enjoy those, stop reading. If you are under age, stop reading. All others, please enter my depraved mind.******

Thank you to Priestess Skye for beta-ing this so my lazy butt didn’t have to.


Positioning

The confused look that she stared up at him with was priceless. Languidly, he used his long tongue to clean his face of her juices. Then he only smirked down at her as he grabbed her breasts. Laying his heavy girth down on the middle of her chest, he pushed the ample mounds together, and he began to move back and forth. However, his plans whether thwarted when she did not open her mouth.

This was truly an honor that he was bestowing on her; the least she could do was admire his cock with the attention it deserved. He could simply command her to open her mouth, but that would be no fun. His options were limited; he needed both hands to maintain the proper friction. Course of action decided, on an upward thrust he pinched both of her nipples hard causing her to gasp. The mushroom tip, now free of the foreskin, pushed into her mouth.

Immediately twirling her tongue around the tip, she elated in the moan she forced from the male above her. Granted, she never imagined herself being this submissive, but damn was it an ego boost to force reactions out of a very stoic man.

He was not going to last much longer, especially if she continued to scrape her teeth long his length. His movements became more erratic as he used her breasts and mouth to find his long denied nirvana.

“Drink,” he decreed, right before his vision exploded.

The final sound had escaped his lips as his orgasm pumped his seed into the little vixen’s mouth. The gag reflex could not be repressed causing the white cream to leak from her lips. It trickled down her cheeks, and into her hair. She knew that this was a completely new experience for her; however, she had never heard any of her friends comment that the semen left a slightly burning sensation within their mouth and down their throats.

Taking in the panting man above her, Kagome threw his words back at him. “When this Kagome gifts you with an orgasm, you call her name.”

Sesshoumaru had been enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm even though he had to focus on maintaining his human guise. However, all crooning triumphs of feeling utterly like the alpha male he was were thrown out window when the blue-eyed, obsidian-haired woman spoke. So, she still thought that she had equal footing in this.

His cock sprung at the challenge she issued, and the old dog was more than male enough to prove why he was and always will be alpha. This night was proving to be the most enjoyable he had since one could get away with outright slaughter.

Kagome’s hands had been freed when Sesshoumaru’s body relaxed after his release, and now she was moving them to clean her face. This task was doomed to never be completed for her hands were caught by the wrists above her head as the amber orbs of the man bore down into her. There was odd glint in those eyes.

“There is no time for cleaning up for it seems that you still need lessons in dominance. Before this night is through, you, my little minx, will know precisely your place.” His voice seemed to purr more than speak. He bent down further to whisper in her ear, “Are you still wet for this Sesshoumaru?”

The third person references were definitely strange, but she was enjoying the unexpected level of kink it was adding to their activities. All intelligent thought ceased as his tall lean form stretched out on top of her. She had never felt so petite, so feminine. His mouth plundered hers thoroughly until she wrapped her legs around his hips and began to rub against him like a wanton bitch in heat.

He broke from the kiss, reveling in the cries of need and mourning emitting from her throat. The hands pinned above her head were never released as his mouth and free hand searched out her ample bosom. Her breasts were slightly smaller than his hands, but that did not mean that they were small by any means. Sesshoumaru prided himself on having every part of his body well endowed. Fingers and mouth sought out two separate tawny nipples at once.

A hoarse cry left Kagome’s mouth as Sesshoumaru lavished attention on the sensitive tips of her aching mounds. She needed friction on her throbbing core and so she no longer cared that she shamelessly ground herself into his stomach. Surprisingly, the washboard abs’ hard contours gave her the stimulus that she craved. Her mouth opened and closed feeling just as empty as her weeping center.

Sesshoumaru bit, twisted, rolled, pulled, and flicked her nipples causing the minx below him to fall further into the abyss of mindless need. When the moans and cries from her were coming so fast that she barely allowed time to inhale, he removed his hand from her chest. Allowing his blunt nails to scrap down the outside of her ribs, and then follow the muscles of her back to her spine. His hand journeyed south towards the cleft of her ass. Pushing his fingers between the round globes, he again played with her puckered entrance. Her pussy was weeping so much that already juices were leaking down to his wicked digits.

Not satisfied with the amount of lubrication, he moved the probing appendages up to her honeyed hole. As they skimmed along the outside of the opening, they became drenched even before they made it to her nestled nerves. Oh, how his cock twitched and throbbed with eagerness to be buried within her.

Kagome’s hoarse voice was ringing out through the room as she begged him to fill her, and Sesshoumaru had every intention of doing so, soon. Allowing his guise to slip slightly, his fangs were visible just long enough to make a light scratch on her breast. The blood would tell him whether it was safe to ride her bareback or not.

The crimson liquid seeped into his mouth, and while he detected she was not fertile at this point in her cycle, there was something there that he had thought died out centuries before. The great Sesshoumaru was about to defile a miko, and quite possibly the only miko on the planet.

Not willing to wait a moment longer, he flipped her off the couch and on her hands and knees on the floor. The tip of his erection was already breaching her inner sanctum before she had managed to pull in a breath after her startled cry. Hands gripping her hips firmly, pushed further in at a slower pace because of the snug fit. He was only about a quarter of the way in when felt resistance and then it snapped away. She cried out and fell to her elbows.

Sesshoumaru slammed the rest of the way home before his clouded brain realized that he had truly been the one to defile this miko. By ancient rights, he now owned her. It was a heady enough thought that almost made him mark her with his seed right then. The spasming muscles of her walls calmed as he leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.

“Does your tight little pussy feel better now that it is filled with my cock?”

“Uh-huh,” was all she could manage in the euphoric hazy she was floating in.

He nipped her ear in reprimand for not using his name. Pulling out half way and slamming back in, he questioned, “Who is fucking you?”

“Y-you are,” she rasped.

Not good enough. One hand snagged her hair and pulled her head sharply back. “Who is your master? Who has mastered you?” All the while, his pace increased as he impaled her over and over again.

“Sesshoumaru!!”

The sound of slapping skin fought for dominance over the moans and groans of the two beings reveling in everything carnal. Her nipples began to ache as his almost violent thrusts caused her breasts to jostle harshly. She was sure to rug burn on her knees after this, and by no means was this the tender moment she had envisioned her first time being. Yet, this was what her body craved. The evidence of that was presented in the way that her inner walls tried to grab him and keep him buried within her.

He was commanding her to say his name, and while she was quickly forgetting her own identity, his was now branded into her very being. Her hair was released, allowing her head to fall limply to the floor. However, his now free hand did not stay idle for long. It drove under her to latch on to the aching tips of her bouncing mounds. Twisting and pulling to overload her already hypersensitive body.

“Sesshoumaru!!” she screamed as her body convulsed in nirvana. He did not slow his assault on her and thereby drew out her euphoric high longer than she ever thought possible.

As she came back to reality, she felt his hand tighten on her hip. It felt almost like his nails were stabbing into her skin and pain only sent her into another trip through oblivion. This time however, she could not even remember his name to call out. Speech had been lost in mindless need.

Grunting and snarling above her, he would not allow her slip to go unpunished. His hand freed itself from her breasts and without warning three fingers plunged into her ignored anus. The screams wretched from her formed a combination of nonsense and strangled attempts at his name. Unrelenting in his need to punish the forgetful female, he began to scissor his fingers stretching the ringed muscles.

Needing something to bite or grab, Kagome’s hand shot down to the man behind her and roughly grabbed his balls. She grinned devilishly at the high-pitched whining noise the man above her made. His name spilled from her lips as his cock and fingers attacked her with more fervor. Nails scrapped through the short, curly hair of the sack that covered his family jewels. They tightened under her questing fingers.

It was moments after her own pointer found his anus that she heard the load roar of triumph. Within her, she felt the warm burn of his excitement fill her, and then it felt that his fingers were expelled from her ass as his cock seemed to swell.

She whimpered in confusion below him, and for once Sesshoumaru was unsure of what to do. Not only had the wily miko forced an orgasm from him, but she had also managed to send him to such heights that his body was now locked within her. Quite a feat considered that in all his years of debauchery he had never once encountered this problem.

Maybe it was a side effect of the self-imposed celibacy, or maybe it was her need to challenge him even while she was in the subservient position. Whatever it was, this was going to be interesting to explain. They would be locked together for the next half an hour at least.

“Um, Sesshoumaru?”

Oh great, now she remembered his name. Well, it was now time to see how flexible she was. This would be infinitely more comfortable on her if she were on her back.

“Um, Sesshoumaru? Is it supposed to burn?” There was a hint of pain in her voice, and it made his baser self-want to comfort the bitch that pleased him so well.

Quickly flipping her over, he licked a path from between her breast all the way up to her lips. He used his hands to wipe away the slow trail of tears.

“It will be better in moments. It has been a while since this one has found such a pleasing bed partner.” He nuzzled into the crook of her neck. He was far from done with her this night and many to come.

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… to be continued

AN: Thanks for reading, reviewing would be awesome so that I know if I am improving in my lemonade skills or not.

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