The Twisted Humor Of St. Nick

Kagome gasped as the latest orgasm ripped through her body. She was long past the point of moaning, as she’d screamed herself hoarse hours before.

Her back was pressed against the wall, her lover digging his fingers deeply into her ass as he drove himself upwards into her writhing body. Growls ripped their way from deep within the male’s throat, his body driving harder every time her muscles rippled in pleasure.

Her nails raked down his back and he snarled in satisfaction as he buried his fangs in the bared curve of her shoulder. She stiffened, before the feel of him sharpened, bowing her back. It should have hurt, but like everything else, his abilities shut down her pain receptors, channeling it away into himself…where he relished the sensation.

She felt her muscles tremble, the world hazy around the edges as her body began to tighten again.

A particularly brutal thrust slammed her backwards into the wall and she felt the plaster begin to crack under the force. He grunted in disgust before he wrapped powerful arms around her body, pulling her away from the wall, then walking towards the fireplace and dropping her to her feet. She looked at him uncertainly, before he dragged her to the floor beneath him. She found herself rolled onto her belly, then once again pinned under his weight as his more animalistic nature demanded.

She wasn’t altogether comfortable with the new position, feeling vulnerable and helpless against him, but the thought was driven from her head when he eased her legs apart and pressed himself inside of her.

She’d never imagined anything like what she’d experienced in the last few hours. He was inexhaustible and highly creative in finding new ways to have her. After the first time, he’d pulled her up and held her in his lap as he had her for the second time. She’d clung to him, her fingers buried in his silvery hair while he dominated her mouth, feeling her body betray every qualm she’d ever had about sex before marriage. She’d been unable to continue fighting him with any semblance of honesty.

The third time, he’d stretched out on his side, pulled her leg up over his hip and took her slowly. The flex of muscle under her hands had driven her to explore any part of him she could reach as he growled in delight.

She couldn’t even remember how many times he’d taken her.

Now, pressed almost flat to the ground, she was finding it a bit difficult to breath…but she wouldn’t have stopped him for the world. In this position he was deeper than ever and she couldn’t seem to stop whimpering in bliss with every slow grinding thrust. The now familiar clamping of her muscles around him was beginning and she cried out, a raspy, breathless sound of release. She felt him stiffen above her and he came with a roar, spilling hot and thick inside her.


~@~


They jumped at the feral sound as it filtered through the walls. It was one of many like it they had heard all throughout the night.

They had eventually moved from the hallway and into the sitting room next door.

Koga had been restrained by Miroku after the first ringing howl. He’d tried to go through the others to save Kagome. Luckily, they knew better than to let the panicked male through the doors and he’d sat in stone-like stillness for the next few hours thanks to a small sutra on the back of his neck.

They were half-heartedly playing card games, but no one could seem to relax. Inuyasha was uncharacteristically quiet, playing a silent game of poker with Naraku. For his own part, the spider hanyou was too distracted by his guilt to cheat as he normally might have done.

He didn’t know why it had never occurred to him that the Inuyasha’s older brother would be so attracted to his little priestess friend. It should have been obvious. There had been very few attempts when they had been younger, on the Inu’s part, to find himself a female. He had to admit that he’d always wondered about that.

The wolf had been certain that Sesshomaru was simply homosexual. Oh, not that any of them would have had a problem with it if he had been. But it had just been assumed.

Now, it all made sense.

If Sesshomaru’s beast had chosen her when they had all been children, and waited until said male came of age to make it’s preferences known, then he would have been physically unable to show an interest in another female. It must have been hell when he found out…

Speaking of…that explained why he’d suddenly bailed on them when he’d left for college.

Kagome had cried for a week, certain he’d been mad at her for some reason. Inuyasha and Koga had called the male up and yelled at him for his behavior, both of them inserting whatever bit of invective that had come from his own temper.

He wondered how long Sesshomaru would have waited for the girl.

Though he hated to admit it….maybe this was for the best. There was no one he could think of that could take better care of her. Unlike the others, he was well aware of the fact that Kagome truly wasn’t in any danger. His own highly limited telepathic abilities would occasionally pick up on the echoes of her pleasure, though he was quick to drown them out as soon as they appeared. He was only relieved that he could tell that she was unharmed. Well, mostly…

Inuyasha would occasionally look up in question. He could sense when his friend would stiffen occasionally, and knew that he was feeling whatever stray bits of emotion that were drifting to him from his brother and Kagome. He’d raise a brow in question, thankful when he received the nod that meant all was still well.

He hated waiting. And he hated feeling guilty. He’d had every intention of conning his brother into courting Kagome. He’d had this odd feeling for years that his brother had felt something other that brotherly affection for the girl, but he had enough respect for Kagome’s feelings and his aniki’s rather vicious temper regarding anything that hurt Kagome, that he’d kept his mouth shut. He’d never meant to take away Kagome’s choice in mate. Because even if she had later chosen Sesshomaru, it would still have been her own choice.

He’d be lucky to escape with his head after this. Because if his father and Kikyo didn’t kill him for his stupidity, his brother very likely would for placing Kagome in danger.

He sighed. He really was the stupid ass that Rin had named him.


~@~


Sesshomaru decided that he loved mirrors. It wasn’t vanity, but the sight he was currently enjoying was nothing short of delicious.

He lay on his back in the easy chair in front of an entire wall of mirrors. Kagome was lying atop him, her back to him with her legs widely spread and draped over the arms of the chair.

His lust filled golden eyes were narrowed on the sight of himself thrusting inside of his female. He lowered her slowly, pressing up against her, then sank in as her reluctant flesh gave. He let her have him until the blunt head of his cock disappeared inside of her, stretching her, then he’d pull out. Only to repeat the process. He loved the way her small body would attempt to keep him out, only to clamp down on him as he pulled free, wanting to hold him there.

Desperate little mews flowed from her lips from time to time, her back arching as she fought to keep still. He knew she was exhausted, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He ran his lips over her shoulder, gently lapping up the smeared blood from the many times he’d bitten her. He carefully laved the small punctures, healing them as he continued to torment the both of them.

Her heat engulfed him yet again and he grunted with the effort it took to not let her have more than his currant game required.

But it was in vain, because he’d given her just enough stimulation to finish her off and she squeezed him tightly in her release. He snarled at the sensation, forcing himself through the tightly clenched muscles so as to gain the full measure of his own pleasure.

He still couldn’t get past how tight she was. The first time he’d been inside of her, he’d been half afraid that he wouldn’t fit. It had been close, but she’d taken all of him. He’d never imagined anything could feel like she did.

He could feel the delicate aftershocks as she trembled against him, riding them out with gritted teeth. He didn’t know why he was unable to get enough of her, but there it was. And he was more than enjoying it.

When she finally went limp, he lowered her the rest of the way and felt himself hit the end of her. He’d heard that most females found this painful, but she only moaned for him as she rippled around him.

He noticed that her eyes were pressed tightly shut.

“Kagome?”

Her answer was an inarticulate murmur.

“Look.”

Her lashes fluttered open, watching at him dazedly.

A soft chuckle escaped him. “No…look forward.”

She bit her lip, but obeyed. Her eyes widened in shock and a flush covered her cheeks, before she clamped her eyes shut again.

“No,” he growled, a rolling thrust of his hips emphasizing his demand.

Her eyes opened a crack, and he was amused to find that she was blushing yet again. Another thrust and her lips, swollen and faintly bruised from the greed of his kisses, parted on a gasp.

Kagome had never even imagined what this would look like. At first sight of the mirror, she had shut her eyes and blocked out the image of them together.

Now, she realized how much she might have missed out on.

“Move.”

She blinked at him in confusion. “Wha-”

His hands wrapped about her hips as he lifted her, then let her drop.

Oh…oh god…

She leaned forward a bit as she braced her hands against his forearms. Her eyes met his in the mirror as he watched her from over her shoulder.

She moved.

It was slightly awkward at first, as she kept getting distracted by the heavy pull of him inside of her. But after a few graceless attempts, she managed to find a rhythm with the youkai. It made her feel strangely powerful, especially when he dropped flat onto his back and let her ride him, his husky moans driving her on.

She couldn’t remember a time in her life she hadn’t loved the male beneath her, in one form or another. She didn’t know when it happened, or why, but something had always held her back whenever another male would attempt to approach her. She had always thought that there was something wrong with her…that she was somehow cold.

Sesshomaru’s displays of affection were subtle and rare…but they had always been there. She didn’t even know when she’d stopped loving him as an older brother. Or when his own emotions had changed. Because this most definitely wasn’t platonic.

A sharp thrust brought the girl back to her present activities and she followed his wordless demands, rocking faster against him, making him buck under her in pleasure.

The sight of them in the mirror once again caught her attention, and a faintly shameful thrill ghosted through her. She shouldn’t enjoy it…

But she was. And as her back arced under the sensation, even as he stiffened in a mirror stance of her, she knew she may never get enough of this. Or him.

She collapsed backwards against him. And thrilled to sensation of his fangs plunging possessively through the delicate flesh of her throat.


~@~


They had finally given up the card games and the few that were still awake, were curled up in a huge pile with those that slept, watching an old black and white Christmas movie.

Ginta and Hakkaku lay on either side of Kaede, arms looped around her waist and faces cuddled against her neck. Her own head rested on Miroku’s thigh, who in turn had his face buried in Sango’s stomach. The loop was completed with Sango’s head resting on Ginta’s hip, his clawed fingers absently combing through her hair from time to time to help her sleep. The rest of them lay against what ever convenient limb that presented itself.

Kikyo, who had by this time begun to calm towards the wayward males of her pack, lay against the sofa as Inuyasha curled around her. From time to time he’d stiffen, before grimacing and tossing a remorseful glance at the open doorway. In fact, she was almost certain that he’d be unable to recall the movie’s story-line if asked.

“It’s already happened, Inuyasha. There’s no use in continuing to fret over it.”

Her boyfriend’s amber eyes jerked away from the doorway and towards the priestess. “I’m not worried about him hurting her…at least, not anymore.”

She lifted a shapely brow. “Oh?”

He sighed. “Her friendship is what I’m afraid I’ll lose.”

She held him closer. “I’m sure she won’t hate you. Be furious with you, a distinct possibility. ‘Sit’ you into oblivion, more than likely.”

He shivered at the memory of the dreaded ‘sit’…before something even worse occurred to him.

“OH SHIT! Sesshomaru’s gonna flay me alive! That is, after he’s done with wrapping my intestines around my neck while he makes me watch!”

Kikyo cringed at the grisly mental picture. She wanted to say that he was worrying for nothing, but his brother was quite capable of such an action. She just hoped that Kagome had managed to wear him out, somewhat, before they had to deal with him. That, or things might get ugly…not to mention messy.

At that, Kikyo forgot all about the movie and joined Inuyasha in jumping at every seemingly overly loud sound that emerged from the sealed room.


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