Depravity

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

****Warning: Sex is graphically described along with anal play, anal sex, and oral sex. If this is not your thing, stop reading. If you are under the age of 18 years old, stop reading. For all the rest, please enjoy.******

The Hidden Cost

Kagome lay under the large man as he lavished affection upon her that seemed so contrary to his personality. All she wanted at this point was to go take a shower and crawl into bed. However, he had yet to remove himself from her abused body, and it almost felt like he could not. From everything that she heard and seen, she thought the guy usually went flaccid quickly afterwards. This man was busily grinding his hips against her, sending a wicked combination of pain and pleasure into her overly sensitized mind.

It had been several minutes since he had been locked within his minx’s tight channel, and she had yet to ask him anything. In fact, she seemed more than pleased to moan under his affections. Good, it was how it should be. Sesshoumaru had many things to teach this little de-flowered miko, and all would be better if she remained such an apt pupil.

While his tongue and teeth followed paths along her collarbone, his mind flashed with dirty images. Her sucking his cock after it had been buried deep within her ass. One where he took her from behind while she licked on another woman’s pussy (for no other male will ever be allowed near her), and yet another lick his puckered entrance and balls.

That was an oddly possessive thought, hn.

However his baser self was not done. He was then presented with the image of her, her belly swollen with his seed, riding him into oblivion.

Wait … never once had he fantasized about being the submissive partner. True, he had played the role before out of boredom, but never did he fantasize about it. He really needed to stop playing with her collarbone before he did something that would be (repressing the shudder) permanent.

Pulling back, he studied her face. Full, pouty lips on a heart-shaped face with a slender nose, and thin eyebrows were all attractive features, but dwarfed her large sapphire orbs. Currently, those eyes were unfocused in a haze of lust that he had created. She would definitely be easy to look at for years to come. Her scent, though heavily masked by his own musk, was crisp and sweet. The shape of her body definitely was built for breeding.

Maybe it was the fact that he was currently locked within her body that all these thoughts whirling in his head, or maybe he was too old to not have sired any pups. Whatever it was, he was having a hard time stopping these unwanted thoughts. Tonight was about release, not procreation.

His name was spilling from her lips as his wicked hands roamed her body. The pressure and slight burn had not lessened in her lower regions, but she found it intoxicating as he continued to play her. She knew that she should ask him … something, but every time a cognitive thought entered her brain, he would send another desire heated jolt of pleasure through her.

By the time he was able to slip from her, the only thing he could think about was bathing the part of her that had offered him such sanctuary with his tongue. Not being one to truly deny his baser wants, he became a youkai on a mission. His teeth nipped at the taunt skin of her breasts and stomach. Nails raking along her ribs as his tongue assuaged the flesh abused by his teeth. Her mews and hoarse cries belied the exhaustion she felt from their previous activities.

It did not matter. The great Sesshoumaru would not rest until her voice called out in symphonic rapture. The patch of neatly trimmed dark curls was heavily coated in her juices, his seed, and her blood. The mixture was the closest thing to ambrosia that the youkai had ever tasted causing him to spear her with his tongue just to be able to lap up more of it.

The nip of his nose was used to rub naughty circles on her clit while his tongue continued its quest for the nectar of the gods. Large hands roughly kneaded her ass while his thumbs applied enough pressure on her inner thighs to keep her wide spread.

Kagome was losing her mind. Never had her body received this much pleasure without her being an active participant. However he was too far away, or rather, her hands became distracted by her own breasts. Tightened, tawny buds grazed against her palms before they were viciously attacked. Her hips bucked as a male finger penetrated her anus. She cried out his name as both his tongue and finger filled her at once.

Here he was, the tai-youkai, humping a woman’s rug while he had his tongue in her pussy, a finger up her ass, and his nose playing with her bundle of nerves. Well, she had proven herself more than receptive to another round. It was time he fully forged his claim.

Pushing her legs with his shoulders as he crawled back up her body, he managed to fold the vixen completely in half. He claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss while he rubbed his heated girth along the outer lips of her pussy. Once he was fully coated in her ever-flowing juices, he gripped himself at the base of his shaft, and aligned his tip with the hole that his fingers had been playing with all night.

She whimpered in the kiss as he applied more pressure the tight ring of muscles. The tip breached her with enough pain to cause her throw her head back from the kiss and hiss between clenched teeth. Her hands were franticly clawing the rung beneath her.

By Kami, was he huge and determined. He had taken to nipping along her jaw line as he continued to press deeper with slow shallow strokes. Finally, when Kagome had regained the ability to see, she felt his pelvis pressing firmly up against her ass. She sought out his amber orbs as he began to withdraw from her, but speech was lost as he pushed back in.

Noticing that she had already forgotten who was master, he set about to remedy it.

“Who is your master?” Each word was emphasized with strong thrusts into her dark sanctum.

Despite his physical reinforcement of his status over her, all Kagome could manage was nonsensical syllables.

“Whose cock stretches you now?”

Desperately, she tried to form the word, “yours,” but failed.

“Whose seed leaks from your pussy?”

Oh Kami-sama, it was his. She could still feel the warmth from it.

By this point, Sesshoumaru had her knees pressed to her shoulders, allowing the best angle for deep penetration. He watched as the tops of her breast bounced with each of his jarring thrusts.

“Bitch, who owns you?”

Kagome only moaned in response. As the pain of the intrusion eased and gave way to pleasure, she began to revel in just how commanding he was with her body. True, she desperately wanted to rub her clit, but on his more violent thrusts, his pelvis would manage to stimulate those wonderful bundles of nerves.

He bent down and nipped her ear hard, and then he stopped all movement. When he heard her whimpering pleas, he stared into her eyes.

“Who controls you, my little puppet?”

“You do,” she whimpered.

He refused to move. Though his balls ached with denied release, he stayed still buried deep within her.

“Whose name do you praise to the heavens?”

“Sesshoumaru,” she cried while vainly trying to buck against him.

“And whose is the only cock allowed to stretch you?”

At this point Kagome would have given him her very soul just to rekindle that delicious friction of him moving within her, so there was not true understanding of the ramifications of her next statement.

“Yours, only yours, Sesshoumaru.”

The grin he gave her was feral as he again began his harsh assault on her. It did not take long for her to start crying out his name in orgasmic bliss. His balls tightened as felt her vaginal muscles spasm in bliss through the thin membrane separating his dick from that abused channel.

He decided that there was no better way to mark his conquest than to drench her in his essence. Besides, it would not be prudent to risk being locked with her ass, thereby possibly damaging his little minx.

His balls slapped against her tailbone in time with her undulating tits. Small feminine nails scrapped along his hips, somehow managing to follow the path of his hidden markings. Tears leaked from her closed eyes as her pleasure filled voiced begged him to cum.

Finally, his climax came as felt her muscles quivering yet again. With one more deep, hard thrust, his cock began to spew forth his seed.

His smooth baritone had long since feel victim to the beast within. So, it was with guttural cry that he declared, “My Bitch!”

Using speed that he rarely risked anymore, he pulled out of her stretched rectum. Creamy, white liquid splattered on her stomach and the backs of her thighs. His orgasm continued in spurts that matched the rhythm of his heart. Shooting up, it covered her breasts and throat, then trailing down again to create a beautiful contrast between it and her midnight blue-black hair.

She looked every part the temptress she was flushed, sweaty, and covered in his seed. He could not stop the contented growl as he bent down to nuzzle her cheek.

Kagome, the other hand, was trying to make sense of something in her fog-laden brain. Did she truly see the glint of fangs as he roared out his bliss? Oh and how was his chest vibrating? Seriously, that is not normal. But, by the Kami, she was so pleasantly sore all she really cared about now was quickly cleaning up and snuggling into her bed.

“Shower.” It was only a whisper, but stopped the tai-youkai cold in his tracks, well, licks.

How dare the minx wish to wash his scent away! It was an honor that few had ever gained to be so heavily, and thoroughly coated by him. He bit her ear yet again to show her his disapproval. However, instead of whimpering for forgiveness like a good little bitch, she slapped him the shoulder and told him to stop it.

Suddenly, the image of this tiny woman coming after him with a rolled up newspaper flashed through his mind. He shuddered slightly at the part of him that wanted to turn over on his back to expose his vulnerable under belly to her.

Slowly, he pushed back from her. She was exhausted. It was plain to see, and really, it was not as if her human mind understood the insult that she had just dealt him. Besides, these modern humans put such an emphasis on cleanliness that he was surprised that they even bothered to fornicate anymore. The act was never satisfying until both parties were saturated in bodily fluids.

Sesshoumaru would allow her this modern ideal, but she had no clue what she was trading in return for it.

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... to be continued

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