Sesshomaru Unbound

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Note: I couldn't get italics for Naraku's thought projections to work here, so I used a double colon (::) before and after.

Chapter 5

Sesshomaru could not get enough of it, that thick beautiful erection, swelling in his mouth. He wanted his hands free so he could wrap them around it, feel its veined texture, coated in silken smoothness. He would pump it to greater girth as he swallowed it deeper, took it into his throat. But not being able to free his hands was as it should be. He strained against the shackles for a moment, reveling in their solidness, their magical and perfect strength that defeated his own. It was so right to be defeated in this way, forced to submit to the rhythm of the cock he was being fed like the sexual animal he was. He sucked with all the hunger and power within him, felt Naraku’s hand in his thick silver mane of hair, pulling it, urging him to service, to suck faster, still faster, and as deep as he could take it. The hips thrust into him, used him, left him dazed and worked harder than he’d ever been, his own cock straining from between his thighs as he kneeled, untouched and unrelieved. And this was also the way it should be. As the cock swelled impossibly and unleashed its fluid reward, Sesshomaru knew himself as a creature driven to serve. There was nothing else, nothing better, nothing more than this. He surrendered to the bliss of the liquid flowing down his throat, filling his mouth, overspilling his swollen lips. Let me drown in your bounty, thought Sesshomaru, now and always, as Naraku’s laugh echoed in his mind.

::You see?:: came the words after the laughter. ::Your desire for me knows no bounds, boasted Naraku, except those you would willingly have me place upon you. Though I think I would like to have seen what you would do with those hands, Sesshomaru. Bonds are useful on a supplicant, but they limit my pleasures, too.::

Sesshomaru opened his eyes with a start. He was again—still—sitting by himself, on a secluded mountainside, leaning against a boulder in the late afternoon’s dying light. His mind darted from awareness of his surroundings to acknowledgment that his mouth was watering and his cock throbbing. Surely, Naraku had forced this vision upon him. But, if he had, why did he comment on how he might rather have had it? What game was this, and why did he seem powerless to stop it? Worse: even if Naraku had created or taken part in the creation of the image, why was he at this moment so aroused, erect, and hungry for release?

“Is this the way you would spend the limited life you have left to you, Naraku? Because I swear I will not rest until I defeat you, destroy you, and glory in your demise.”

::So furious and so desirable. Your boasts are in vain, Sesshomaru, but no matter. Your desire is mine, and the rest is merely an attempt to deny it to yourself. I feel your body respond. I follow your mind as it flies to manifest your need of me. Show me more, beautiful inuyokai, show me more.::

As his words faded, Sesshomaru rose and strode away from the boulder. He needed to walk. He would cool his overheated body and his overwrought mind in the breeze and gain control enough to fight off Naraku’s mental invasion. He breathed in deeply of the cool, crisp air and enjoyed its feel on his bare body. The wind was light, a gentle caress that soothed him. His erection flagged, and he was glad of it. He welcomed the feeling of peace that he drew into himself with each inhalation.

He reached a stream and stepped into it. The water rushed gently across his feet and ankles, and he sighed. He sat down in the grass and stretched his legs into the flow. Closing his eyes, he lay back, and found his head cradled in a warm lap. Soft hands stroked his hair back from his forehead, and lips came forward to kiss the crescent moon on his brow. He was safe, warm, treasured, and there was no need to move, even to open his eyes. The lips brushed down his cheek and came to hover, upside-down, just above his own. “Kiss me, my beautiful pet,” the lips said. And Sesshomaru obeyed, yielding up his mouth to be feasted upon, while a sheet of soft, thick black hair fell around him.

The connection was bliss. Sesshomaru’s lips were parted by his possessor, a tongue slipped gently and softly inside to search and dance, to arouse and titillate, sending tiny shocks throughout his body, electrifying his soul with tender urgency. He met and deepened the kiss, reaching his arm up to thread his fingers through that lustrous mass of hair, to pull his lover in and devour him as he, in turn, was devoured.

After endless moments of their deep embrace, the lips released him and softly and confidently mouthed, “Let me take you now, sweet inu.” Sesshomaru nodded once, rose, and put himself on all fours. It felt so right to yield himself, to give over control of his body to one who knew so well how to arouse and use it. He could surrender without losing his pride or power, for he would submit to no one else but this one.

Now on his knees with his hips hiked, his arms stretched then folded before him, and his face on his hands, Sesshomaru felt his lover and master move behind him and begin to knead his flesh. “You have no equal, my Sesshomaru,” he purred, and Sesshomaru felt two oiled fingers slip easily and smoothly inside him. Sesshomaru pressed back into them, and was rewarded by their expert stimulation of a sensitive spot within him that made him shudder. The fingers were soon joined by a third, and Sesshomaru felt himself stretched, carefully and fervently, and he basked in the attention. When they withdrew, he knew they would be replaced with an equally slickened cock that would open him wide, enter him, and ride him to ecstasy.

“Tell me what you crave, my demon,” said Naraku, wrapping a hand around Sesshomaru’s rigid cock and stroking it firmly.

“Please, take me, Naraku-sama,” begged Sesshomaru.

And the emptiness was filled with a sharp, exquisite pain that quickly flowed into pleasure, pleasure so great that tears fell from the indomitable Lord Sesshomaru’s eyes as his seed rushed forth and the world was lost in a whirlwind of rapture. He knew that he craved this bliss more than life itself. To be taken and adored this way was worth any price...any price at all.

“Stop!” Sesshomaru bellowed, regaining his senses and rising from in front of the boulder, where he still sat. “Release my mind, Naraku, you unspeakable fiend. I do not know how you continue to control me, but I am coming for you now, to claim my weapons and my mind from you—for once and for all!”

::Come, then, my Sesshomaru. Follow my voice and I will guide you—to your desire, and to your doom!::

Sesshomaru rose into the sky, a streak of pale skin and flowing hair, his tears cleansed from his cheeks in the rush of his ascent.