Depravity

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

*****Warning: This is a lemon fic or is it?*****

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Quiet That Surrounds The Storm

A long sinewy tongue slipped past thin lips. If she wanted to be clean, then he would oblige.

Kagome felt the rasp of a long tongue against her bare skin, reminding her of the sensation of being licked by a dog. She barely had the energy to talk, let alone argue, so this was how Kagome found herself falling asleep. To the long pulls against her sated flesh.

Her taste matched very similarly to her scent; expect that it also contained a salty component do to the vigorous activities in which she had just participated. He knew most males did not enjoy their own taste, but in the great inu’s mind, this was absurd.

Really, what was wrong with clean his essence off a well-conquered bitch? True, it would be more satisfying to force her to do it, but Sesshoumaru really doubted that humans could be that flexible. His cleaning appendage followed the lines of the twitching muscles on her legs. Her thighs were strong along with her calves, but the curves of them could not be described as anything other than feminine. The ankles that attached the dainty feet to those lusciously long legs seemed to be almost too delicate to support the weight of this petite woman. However, the tendons he could feel below satiny, soft tissue belied their true might.

Finally, when her legs were bathed to perfection (as if he would ever be able to be capable of anything less), he moved onto the junction of her thighs. Long laps were made from tailbone to the patch of dark curls covering her pubic bone. The now sleeping woman moaned and shifted as her youkai lover continued to stimulate her most hidden treasures.

The inu was very tempted to plunder her depths once again, but he restrained himself with the thought that ravishing a slumbering female was tantamount to waxing one’s carrot.

Wait … where in the world did he get that expression? It was time he moved on before his depraved mind ventured further in the colloquialisms of masturbation. It did not matter what it was called, the act itself was far below his grand stature.

Hips were mapped, and their width was admired. The soft expanse of abdomen below her naval was worshiped. He seemed so enamored by the fact that this would be where his seed would first take root within her that he had to make a conscious effort to not inscribe his mark on the youthful flesh with his fangs.

He moved up. Such a small waist, and delectable ribs. The undersides of her breast were lavished in licks and nips, as were her areolas. By the time he had finished with her face, it had taken him well over an hour to fully map her entire body, infusing his scent into her every pore with his tongue.

He would use more human methods to clean her hair. However, as he stood cradling the woman to his chest a frown marred his brow. After all the attention he had just given her, she did not once wake from her slumber. Hn, something would have to be done about her endurance.

Her bedroom was found with no problems, and Sesshoumaru retreated into the master bath to finish his task of bathing his minx. Once that was finished, he tucked her under the soft covers, and climbed in behind her. Her small frame was completely engulfed by his as he curled around her. His amber orbs closed after he checked the time. He would only be able to guard her slumber for a few hours.

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Eyes snapped open, instantly and easily taking in every article within the dark room. Sesshoumaru rummaged through her nightstand drawers searching for a way to leave her a note. However, his quest was put on hold when he discovered the contents of said drawers.

Within their confines, the youkai came across the miko’s most secret collection. There were small vibrators, anal plugs, claps, anal beads, a ball and gag, and so much more. It was easier to list what was missing. She had no dildos, truly phallic vibrators, or any toys that one might use on a male.

His little minx was skilled in the art of pleasing herself while maintaining her virginal status. Good, for the only thing that would ever stretch her pussy would be his cock. His erect, exposed mushroom tip bobbed as if in agreement. Though, the anal plugs and beads did give him an idea.

If his minx was into toys, then toys she would have. It was simple enough, but he knew that there would be repercussions to her using them without his presence. Quickly, he located a paper and pen. Leaving the note, the tai-youkai slipped from the miko’s house in the predawn hours.

Maybe soon he would need to reconsider his current vocation.

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Kagome woke as the sunlight filtered in through her curtains. Slowly and sorely, she made her way to her bathroom. Her sleepy mind did not even worry about how she had managed to get up the stairs last night after she fell asleep. As the warm water hit her body, she lamented the fact that she did not have another’s heat next to her, but it was probably one of the hazards in dating the garbage man.

Wait … were they dating?

Kagome paled as she realized her actions. She had slept with a total stranger, who came to collect her trash, after she had held onto her virginity for a decade past her friends. Not only that, but they had not used any protection, and of course she was not on any sort of birth control.

By the Kami, what would she do if she got pregnant? That would definitely go over well with her mother and grandfather to have “their little miko” trudging up the stone steps of the shrine with a fatherless child in her womb.

The scrubbing became frantic as if she could wash away the acts of last night. Though her body betrayed her as the sensations of roaming, soapy hands only brought back the image of the imposing male who completely dominated her. Tenderly, she cleansed her nether lips and rear entrance. She watched the white suds flow down the drain wishing it were slight more viscous and had a musky smell.

The hardened buds on her tits ached for him. Her toys would never compare, and for that matter, she doubted if she would ever find another man that would be remotely satisfying.

It was a forlorn Kagome that trudged out of her bathroom to get dressed. Today would not be a thong day. However, she did not really feel like being sexy seeing how she had already peaked in her sexual experiences.

Making her way down to her kitchen, she did not really see anything until she came to her coffee pot. There hanging over the dark brew was a single paper. Her eyes scanned it once, then twice before a goofy grin spread across her face.

Dear Minx,

You will be ready this evening at six sharp. Tardiness will have consequences. You will not shower. Disobedience will have repercussions.

Sesshoumaru

Well if he did not want her to shower, then he should have left the note upstairs. Besides, how dare he think that he could commander her after making her feel like some sort of cheap tramp.

Grabbing her traveler’s mug, Kagome made her way out of the house. When she got into the front room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

“That son of a bitch stole my area rug!!!!”

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The squeal of brakes resonated throughout the air, but on this day, the stench was not nearly as noxious. Sesshoumaru pulled the swatch of burgundy carpet from the upper pocket of his uniform. This particular patch had been drenched in his minx’s own unique elixir.

For once in his immortal life, time seemed to crawl. Tonight would have much to make up for the long wait.

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… to be continued

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emmaren