Across the Ages

Solo sessions :) and leeeeemmmonssss.
chapter Fifty Nine

Sesshoumaru growled at his desk. Damn traditions. He'd hated them last time and hated them more now. Possibly because he knew exactly what he was missing. Tomika rapped on his door and he barked at her to enter. She smiled sweetly at him. He growled softly and handed over his precious pelt. All for the sake of his wife's sleep.

Ha! She rolled around naked and brushed his soft fur over her flesh until she released. Once again he was stuck doing his own laundry. Tomika gathered the fur in her arms and then held out her free hand. "She sent this to you" she said lightly and swept from the room.

Sesshoumaru gathered the silk in his hand and headed for his temporary rooms. He unfurled the silk to stare at her thin sleeping gown. It carried the heady scent of her arousal and lifted it, pressed it to his face. It still held her small amount of warmth.

He sank down on the edge of the bed, feeling his length spring to life at the scent that swirled in his nose. Sesshoumaru smirked as he stood once more, letting his hakama fall to the floor. He then reached beside the bed for a vial of oil. He could hardly believe that he'd been brought to this point.

Pouring a liberal amount of the oil into his palm, he slid his palm around his length, he laid back on the bed, pillowing his face in the silken softness of her clothing. He breathed in her scent and groaned as he worked himself to a fevered passion.

His hips bucked against his hand as he imagined his little mate writhing over him, beneath him, before him, beside him. He took a final deep breath and growled loudly as the heat settled and his sac tightened, the burning liquid of his need rippling up the hard length and shooting forth from the tip. He felt the warm splatters land on his stomach and groaned.

Damn but she was good... and she wasn't even here.

Ayeka eyed the soft pelt on the bed. The snowy fur seemed to beg for her touch. Slipping out of her clothing she laid down and curled in the fur. It smelled of him and she breathed deeply. Why did they have to follow the traditions, they were renewing the vows for crying out loud.

Her body felt hot and achy and she knew she needed release. Her hands stroked over the fur and then stroked the fur over herself. It was so soft and still warm. She let her eyes fall closed as she imagined him. She cupped her own breasts and then dragged her own long nails across the peaks. Close but not him.

She rolled onto her stomach atop the wide fluff and cupped herself. She rocked against her hand in growing need, writhing on the silken fur. Her fingers sliding between her folds, teasing her pearl. She never thrust within herself. There was just nothing that could equal him. So she teased her clit and pressed and pinched, until her release swept over her. Her juices touching the tips of the fur.

She rolled over and fell asleep, hugging his fur when she wanted the man.

Inuyasha grumbled and growled through the halls. He wanted to be near Kagome. Damn the stupid traditions anyway. She was pupped already so what was the big deal? He left the fortress long enough to run through the surrounding forest. Running would help, he'd just run until he was too tired to want anything but sleep. If he was lucky he'd find something kill while he was at it. He wondered how Kagome was doing. Probably restless without him.

Damn it all to the seven hells didn't they know he should be near her?

Safe in the walls of the western palace, Kagome shifted in her sleep. Her dreams pleasant and she smiled softly in her repose. Unknowing that her mate was thrashing oaks in the forest in his need to be close, she took the opportunity to sleep deeply while her rambunctious pup allowed her to.

The world was perfect in her mind.

Sesshoumaru nearly growled with relief when the dawn came. Once again Tomika sought him out first thing to return his poor abused pelt. He hated his pelt at the moment, it had the pleasure of sleeping with his wife and he didn't. Glad that they had only one more night apart he sighed.

Ayeka and Kagome sat in the pristine white of the cotton robes under the gently falling water. "Um, what are we supposed to be meditating on?" she asked again and Kagome laughed. Rather than spend the next few hours in silent thought, they talked and teased. The pup had balked at the cool water but quickly relaxed under the gentle and repetitive touch of the water.

Sesshoumaru sat still as a stone beneath that same water a few hours later. The scents of herbs and fresh water soothed him. He closed his eyes and focused on his many duties as a husband. Duties he'd not been able to see to the first time. He would execute them perfectly. He'd already retired Ayeka and appointed her his advisor. The ceremony had gone smoothly.

His thoughts took on a far less peaceful route a moment later. He imagined all the things he'd be doing to his pretty wife. Oh yes, there were a great many things he'd be doing. His perverted thoughts manifested themselves physically and he groaned. How he hated cold water.

Inuyasha scowled at his brother's back, from beneath his own waterfall. He thought this was just stupid. His mutterings barely lost in the gentle sounds of water. Why the hell he had to take an hours long cold shower was beyond him. Damn it! He knew what to do, he didn't have to think about it. All this cold water could not be good for Kagome.

The women were ushered into the bathing chambers. They were scrubbed and shaved and oiled and massaged and Kagome sighed in contentment. "This is the life" she told Ayeka. They were fed a light meal in the privacy of their chambers. Sango told them how the inu's had grumbled through dinner.

They went to bed early, and Ayeka only cuddled with the sift fur that night. She could wait a few more hours for the real thing. With a smile she looked at her ring, her life was wonderful. She felt a tear slide down her cheek. Too bad her mom wasn't here to see this, but she was so happy.

Dawn came and spilled into the room, waking Ayeka. She opened her eyes to find golden ones mere inches from her own. Her eyes widened and she almost yelped at the fright he'd given her. Sesshoumaru covered her mouth with his palm. He was pressed against her, no wonder she'd been so warm.

She licked his palm and he released her, "What are you doing in here?" she asked in a whisper, "What about traditions?". He growled softly,"Traditions be damned I want to kiss my wife" he told her. Her arms lifted to slide around his neck as his lips pressed against hers. her scent beckoned him, she was approaching her time of heat. She was fertile. Perfect.

He made slow sweet love her to mouth. His tongue sliding against hers in a mockery of what he planned to do later. Slowly, he broke the kiss. She saw... a twinkle? Yes,a twinkle in his eye. "What are you up to?" she asked suspiciously. He chuckled, "I hope you slept well" he said and she nodded. He smirked as he left the room, "Good. You won't be sleeping tonight".

An hour later, she was dressed and coifed. The dress had been slightly altered to hug her curves more. sango and Kagome pronounced her radiant with bright smiles. They had been dressed in finery as well. Ayeka looked in the large polished mirror and smiled. It was a mirror that started the whole thing. She let Tomika set the glittering tiara in her skeins of curls.

The maid smiled gently, "You are the hime of the west in every way" she purred. Ayeka felt a flare of nerves and wondered at it. "Not like I haven't done this before" she muttered and then turned and followed Tomika to the great hall.

The assembled guests bowed to her as she entered, signifying her station in their world. She nodded back politely. As lady of the west her head was not to dip lower than her visitors. She let her eyes sweep over them all in question. Her eyes falling on Kurama. Attired in his favored white he stood with a slight smile on his handsome features.

As he had known her longer than anyone, the human custom of giving her to Sesshoumaru fell to him. He was honored and took her arm gently, leading her down the long pathway. "You look lovely" he whispered to her, she smiled up at him. "Thanks. You too"

Sesshoumaru waited for her to come to him. She was a vision in silks of cream. They were lusterous like a pearl. His eyes traced over the scattered sparkling that dusted the bodice and skirt. It was gathered to one side of her hips. The overcoat fell like sheer mist over her arms. His eyes took in everything, from the twinkle in her hair to the hem that dusted the floor with a small train. The modern seamstresses were marvels to be sure.

Sesshoumaru stood before her, his usual white traded for black and silver. His long hair pulled into a high ponytail that fell down his back. The circle lay at his feet, power humming softly from it. He held out his clawed hand to her, and Kurama laid it within his grasp.

He pulled her lightly to stand across the circle from him. She eyed the now glowing circle with some trepidation. She lifted her eyes to his and smiled. Did he have to look so...edible in public? He looked at the wizened fire youkai. With a nod the gravelly voice intoned. Demonic and human rites interwined to become one.

Ayeka listened to the words and sighed, this was it. her second marriage to the same man, er demon..whatever. She dutifully repeated the vows to honor her husband. She nearly choked on the obey part, and then she swore her soul to his.

He promised to protect and honor her. To care for her and then his soul was offered up as well. Kagome cried softly into Inuyasha's sleeve and Sango held onto Miroku tightly. Rings of bright platinum were exchanged. Totosai had done his work well, for if one looked closely they would see that the swirling pattern of the bands was actually an image.

A great dog, embraced by a woman. Ayeka felt her eyes prick when she saw this. He smiled in return and then took her hands in his, "Eternity awaits". The circle grew brighter as they spoke and then they stepped inside of it.

Light swirled up and around them. Sesshoumaru peered down at his wife. He pressed his lips to hers, fusing heart and soul with tongues and wet heat. Then he kissed his way down the column of her throat, his claws parted the filmy material. She turned her head slightly, giving him a clear view of what he wanted most.

He cradled the back of her head in his large palm and bent over the junction of her shoulder and neck. He lapped at the flesh until he felt her tremble in his arms. Fangs elongated, eyes glowing red, he bit. Quick and clean, he reclaimed her. Her soft cry was lost in the sound of the whipping of the wind around them.

Her hands slid to cradle him to her. Her blood flowing sweet and warm over his tongue. He lifted his hand to nick his own neck and turned so she could reach him. Her own little teeth biting, as her tongue touched his demon blood. The eternal binding required this exhange.

He drew back from her, leaving her tender flesh and sealing the small punctures with his tongue and saliva. He licked the blood from his fangs and lapped at her throat. Soothing her with soft rumbles. She pressed her face beneath his chin, licking lightly. Accepting him as the dominant figure.

Demonic whispers rose around them and she felt her body grow hot. The bonding was taking place. She nearly swooned at the power of it. She hadn't recalled it being so intense before. He held her to his chest feeling her knees buckle and the force of it. She clung to him, eyes pressed closed as a multitude of thoughts and sense assailed her.

She felt fear raise it's head in the tempest around her and she clung to him more tightly. He would see her to safe harbor through this storm. He nuzzled her as she trembled and then it was suddenly over. A slight burning occured on her forehead and she winced reaching up to find the cause.

There on her pale brow was his moon. That had not happened before either. He pressed a kiss to the cresent. She was truly and forever his now. Bonded on a level that they'd not had before. Perhaps because they understood now that they wanted each other more than anything....even pride.

The light dimmed and he turned them to face the assemblage. The blood spot on her overcoat was as visible to them as the moon. Once more they bowed to the couple. The couple returned the bow, Ayeka made sure to keep her head above theirs.

Then there was applause from the guests and the well wishers stepped forward by class and power to pay homage. It was normal for Ayeka to want to shake hands but that was a western custom and from now on the only males she would be able to touch were family. Kurama had been lumped into that category for her sake.

She smiled but kept her eyes off the males around her, making eye contact with only the females. More than a few were not pleased by this happy event. It seemed her mate was a very sought after man. She giggled at that. Japans most eligible demon bachelor. Wouldn't that make an interesting reality series?

Inuyasha came forward with Kagome and Ayeka all but threw herself into his arms. He shrugged and patted her back. Women were strange when they were happy, he'd learned to take in stride. Kagome's moods changed more often than the wind these days. She was happy though and she was always hugging people.

Just yesterday she'd seen Sesshoumaru in the hall and she'd latched onto the proud demon. She'd hugged him and he'd stood there looking confused as to what had brought it about. He'd been more than a little relieved when Kurama came around the corner, he'd foisted the teary eyed, babbling woman off on him. The fox in turn had taken her to Inuyasha. He had himself held her for over an hour while she cried about nothing. No, she swore she was just happy. Oh yes, his kid need to hurry the hell up and come out of there.

Kagome was taking her hug and crying again. "I'm sorry" she blurted out, "I just can't seem to get my emotions under control". Miroku smiled down at her, "You have nothing to be sorry for lady Kagome" he assured her, "Women are always emotional when carrying".

Inuyasha rolled his eyes at the monk's caring words. The damn pervert had said just last night that though he wanted children with Sango, lots of them, he wasn't sure how he'd like her crying fits. He'd decided to wait a little while after that.

Sesshoumaru looked at his brother, so changed, yet so much the same. His brother was calm and almost as clinical a thinker as he was. His temper, however remained. With a smirk he clapped Inuyasha on the shoulder. The guests clamored and they stayed among them for several hours. Talking and being the gracious host and hostess.

Sesshoumaru itched to get the woman alone and when the opportunity presented itself, he dragged her off to a covered alcove. Putting up a weak barrier behind the heavy, concealing drapes, he pressed her against the wall. She moaned softly when he ravished her mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he dragged the skirt of her gown upwards, gathering it in his hands until he could touch her skin.

"Too much dress" he muttered against her mouth and she giggled. Her sounds of amusement fell away as his fingers found her heat. He was quite shocked at her lack of undergarments and pulled back to look at her for a moment. Then he smirked and crashed his lips back to hers.

Ayeka arched against the unforgiving wall as he stroked her. Her moisture clinging to his fingers as he pinched her pearl. She whimpered against him. She wanted him now. As if sensing her thoughts he shifted and tugged at his clothing, enough to free himself.

He lifted her against him, her legs twining around his slim hips. One hand cupped her bottom and one braced on the wall. She felt his length slide against her folds. She pulled back from his lips, "Sesshoumaru" she panted. He buried his face against her shoulder, "make it up to you later" he told her. Then he lowered her and he was sheathed inside of her.

Her head fell back as the feeling. He was filling her up and she whimpered, wanting more. Make what up later? This was fine with her. He began to move, rolling his powerful hips forward, lifting her against the wall as he plundered the depths of her body. He leaned his head back as she moved over him and lost his breath.

Her head tipped back, dark lashes laying against white cheeks, moist lips parted in soft cries of pleasure. Her fingers slid to the nape of his neck, squeezing in time with his thrusts. "You're beautiful" he said in soft voice. His breath coming in ragged pants as he held her tightly to him.

Green eyes opened and lowered to lock with gold. Her body squeezed him tightly, the muscles fluttering over his length. She kept eye contact as she reached her peak and sailed over it. He growled and buried his face in her throat as he let his seed shoot into her warm channel.

She sagged against him and he sagged against the wall, holding them both upright. Her breath came in soft pants against his ear and then she licked the fleshy point. He rumbled silently against her, letting her feel his contentment. Until of course he caught wiff of a well known toad.

With a sigh, he pulled from her, gritting his teeth at the feeling set her down. "Jaken" he said when she looked at him in question. She fluffed her skirt, slightly grimacing over the slide of fluid against her thigh. He smirked at her, "I told you, I'll make it up to you later". Then he stepped outside the alcove.

She remained in the darkness as he spoke, "What is it Jaken?". The imp bowed to the tall demon, "My lord, the others are wondering where you are" he croaked. Sesshoumaru let his icy gaze touch the imp, "I shall be along shortly, oh and Jaken is that a kerchief in your pocket?".

The imp looked down at the colorful scrap of silk, he'd thought it made him look dashing indeed. "Yes Sesshoumaru-sama" he said quietly. The pale inu held his hand out, "I need to borrow it". The scrap was placed into his waiting palm at once. "Go away Jaken".

As the imp tottered off down the corridor, he handed the silk back to Ayeka. She took it happily and began to wipe herself clean, "I love you" she whispered in her thankfulness. He smirked at the drapes before walking away, "I know".

The dinner was quiet, the festivities would take place after the bonding of Inuyasha and Kagome. Talk turned to political matters as always and Ayeka half listened though her mind was elsewhere. She watched Inuyasha fuss quietly over Kagome and the miko's bright smile at his attentions. How would Sesshoumaru behave when she carried his pup?

The inu youkai glanced at his wife from the corner of his eye to find an almost dreamy expression on her face. What was she thinking about. He followed her gaze to his brother and Kagome. Two sets of hands splayed over her large stomach, feeling the kicking pup within.

Ah, so there is was. Finishing what he was saying, he leaned over and whispered for her ears alone, "All too soon". She blushed prettily and he chuckled. The warm, rich sound so rarely heard drew the gaze of others. He merely waved their attention away, his indication that it was a personal matter and not a court issue.

Ayeka watched his high handed tactics with barely concealed amusement. He had always been so. So odd that she had become dear to him when she refused cow to his loftiness. Sango and Miroku were whispering and Ayeka drew their attention, "When will you marry?" she asked.

The slayer blushed and the monk almost blanched. "Soon" he offered, "We want to go back and restore the village". Sango smiled up at him, "And fill it with children". He had the good grace to blush. Inuyasha smirked at his discomfort, "I'll help you rebuild". Kagome stared up at the wonderful man she loved so much. He dropped his gaze to hers, "And no you can't come". She glowered at him.

Sesshoumaru offered to dispatch a company of his men to help as well. Miroku waved his offer away, "I could not accept such a thing Sesshoumaru-sama though I am grateful that you would offer". Inuyasha at least understood, "We put the village to rest, we want to wake it again".