Come Undone

A/N: Thank you to all of those who reviewed. However, I would like to point out that your POV is mostly Kagome, except for the 1st chapter. The POV will change just a little in the next chapters, but that is about it. I also received a few more guesses as to what Sesshoumaru's fantasy is... and just about all of them are on the right track. Hopefully this chapter will give you more insight.
Now... ON WITH THE STORY!

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You examine his face in return. And it is only then, when you gaze deeply into his honeying depths, do you comprehend, confirm definitively your first-impression theory as to why it’s next to impossible to try to weather his charms and deny him anything he so obviously desires.

There’s an inexplicable intensity in his eyes, a glint of emotion so magnetically profound that it lures you in until you’re swimming past the safe zone, and you don’t realize until it’s too late that you’ve already swam too far, that you’ve crossed the threshold where you’re finally beyond saving.

And the next thing you recognize, it is you who is drowning, drowning, drowning gloriously in its marvelous depths, and you find yourself so blissfully lost to take notice, unable, and perhaps even unwilling, to care.

This is it.

You’re already there.

You’re past the safe zone, past the point of no return.

You’re past the pretense of wanting salvation.

You’re drowning helplessly, and you know it.

You’re drowning, and you can hardly get your head above the sweeping water, above the formidable tidal wave that is Sesshoumaru Taisho.

You’re drowning, and you don’t really care.

You’re drowning, yes… and still, you’ll do anything he asks.

You’re drowning, and you won’t say no.

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He drops a most delicate kiss on your lips, and you fight the urge to whimper when he begins to pull back, as if the very movement might just take your breath away.

“Get on your knees,” he whispers now, low and husky, a predatory glint flashing in his eyes.

You don’t even hesitate to comply.

Flipping over obediently, your stomach and breasts brush against the satin spread; the paleness of your skin is a sharp contrast against the seductive darkness of the sheets. Slowly, you rise up on all fours, the mattress shifting around you as Sesshoumaru maneuvers to get off of it.

“Close your eyes,” he commands you next, and you do as he requests after taking a deep, long breath.

Through the darkness of your eyelids, you strain to hear what Sesshoumaru’s doing, your senses fully alert in anticipation of what he will do to you next. Faintly, you hear the sound of a drawer opening and closing to the right of the bed, and you think you already know what it is that he’s taking out.

Silence descends upon the room again, heavy like the electricity that’s been teeming all around.

You don’t hear any more movements from Sessoumaru; even the sound of his breathing has eluded you all at once. The sudden hush begins to unnerve you. It makes you feel alone and exposed and horribly vulnerable.

You’re tempted to open your eyes, to look around the room for the only client who has ever made you feel weak in the knees. But then you hear a stifled groan from somewhere near the foot of the bed, and you realize belatedly where he’s been standing – directly behind you, just waiting…

Watching…

“I am here…” he murmurs, as if to reassure you that he hasn’t left. “I’m right here.”

The mattress dips behind you, and you hear him crawling up. You defy the impulse to watch the seductive approach again, keeping your eyes shut. And the next thing you feel are his warm hands meeting your calves, sliding up to the backs of your knees. He stops to grip and part them wider, your knees sliding easily on the smooth sheets, offering him no resistance.

Those same hands now continue their sensuous journey up the backs of your thighs, his fingers gently flanking each side. You feel the mattress shifting again, signaling his advance, and the hands on your thighs are now moving to palm the cool cheeks of your ass.

A choked whimper drips from your lips when he runs his thumbs ever so lightly along the delicate valley separating your ass cheeks. It’s enough to make you squirm, but you try to make as little movement as possible, even as your face reddens at the thought that Sesshoumaru is more than likely giving your candy a very appreciative glance.

You feel the hand on your cheek disappear momentarily, and faintly, you register the soft click of a bottle cap being opened. You know exactly what that sound is. You’re used to the cool fleeting shock that accompanies its application by now.

But Sesshoumaru surprises you yet again when the liquid touches your skin, warm and soothing and fanning the flames underneath your skin, like hot lava wherever it flows.

The bottle snaps shut, and you can’t stop the tortured moan that tears out of your throat, the hiss of pure bliss that makes you want to clench your eyes shut even tighter when Sesshoumaru finally prepares you, languidly tracing dizzying spirals with his fingers from the opening of your already wet pussy all the way down to the highly sensitive nub.

Over and over, his fingers pilgrimage along the same sensuous path, torturing you with its back and forth journey, until at last, he stops at the altar that is your opening, his middle finger prodding carefully, seeking permission to enter into your most sacred aperture – the ‘virginal’ temple of your slit.

“Relax yourself,” you hear him murmur behind you. “Take a deep breath… and let me in,” he coaches.

You play your part well and ‘try’ to do as he coaxes, reminding yourself that you are a professional and can handle acting like a cherry-pussy lover.

Piece of cake, right?

You give him a soft whimper of pretend discomfort as he tries to move in, luring him to be even gentler with you, to speak to you again in that soft, warm voice that somehow makes your insides melt.

And once more, he bites, murmuring softly from behind, “Shhh… relax. I won’t go too far,” he promises. “I won’t hurt you.”

Damn, you’re good!

Too fucking good.

And hiding a self-satisfied smirk, you decide to finally drop the act and comply. Letting your head hang as you breathe in through your nose, you force your muscles to relax as a breath of air expels slowly from your lungs.

He hears your deep intake of breath. And when he senses you begin to exhale, he wades his middle finger in slowly as if to test the waters, stopping quickly when the first, large knuckle is fully submerged, pushing no further.

Vaguely, you remember his promise not to hurt you. And even though you know your ass can handle him, you still can’t help the silly feeling of appreciation that burgeons out of your chest at Sesshoumaru’s keeping his word. It means a little bit of something, you think to yourself, especially since clients are notoriously unreliable.

Selfish, really.

Most are ignorant of the fact that there's immense erotic pleasure to be savored when both parties are equally gratified. And that's because your professional experience has taught you an unfortunate norm that makes you wince every time you think of it:

Most are only after their own gain, their own gratification, even at the expense of your own body’s physical pain. Or worse… bodily injury.

Occupational hazard, you remind yourself. It comes with every fucking job.

But not this one…

At least, not in that way.

He waits a few seconds for you to breathe in a second time. And the next time you exhale, he pushes his finger in some more, stopping once again when the ring of vaginal muscles tightens around his digit, waiting patiently for you to relax some more.

You breathe in deeply a third time, anticipating his final dive.

And no sooner had you breathed out when he suddenly pushes the rest of the way in, his finger promptly curling up, twisting to locate the sweet altar that is your g-spot. He finds it without difficulty and nudges it just so, invoking you to release your inhibitions as he labors to make you writhe all the way up to seventh heaven.

Your hands fist the plush cushion, and a muffled “Mmmph…” bleeds out of your mouth when your head falls face first onto the pillow, your back arching erotically, your ass sticking straight up into the air as you begin to squirm helplessly in his hand.

He slides a second digit inside, forcing you to accommodate the intrusion as his fingers rotate, scissoring their way in and out of the tight ring of muscles.

By this time, you’re breathlessly sobbing out his name, the pillow muting your cries and moans and stifling the tears of pure rapture that have begun to mist in your eyes, as you bury your face into it. Even your knees have begun to slide from underneath.

You don’t know how much more of this mind-blowing bliss you can take.

You’re ashamed to let him see you like this, enjoying so very badly the decadent pleasures that are being generated by his oh, so talented hand. You’re nearly flat on your stomach when he finally takes pity on your now-overly stimulated cunt, deciding to move things along as he slowly unplugs his fingers.

You feel the mattress shift once more as he advances altogether, closing the remaining distance between your two bodies until his knees are resting between your legs, his thighs pressing up against the insides of yours.

He grabs your hips firmly, lifting them back up to the height he prefers, forcing you to support yourself once more on all fours as his hands slither along your sides. He palms your ribcage greedily, fingers dragging to trace the taut musculature of your scapula, relishing the smooth heat underneath your pale, shimmering skin.

You arch your back, moaning and squirming even more when you feel his swollen cock begin to rub against the small of your back, coating itself with the lubrication he has prepared you with and your own, before flanking itself in the valley between your vertical lips.

He leans over you, then, his bare chest covering your back as he slowly winds his hands from your shoulders down to your arms. He moves his hands to grasp your tits and lightly tweaks the nipples, making them hard again.

There’s a tenderness in his movements that still amazes yet befuddles you, but you shut out these thoughts as you try to concentrate on the electricity of the moment.

Both still on your knees, he wraps his hands around your wrists, entrapping you under his muscled frame. And for the first time in your fucking career, you’re positively certain that you’ve never felt so spectacularly small, so marvelously vulnerable… so devastatingly debauchable.

Somehow, he senses your trepidation, and he rocks forward gently, pressing his lips against your left ear, the one that sticks out eagerly more than the other, stilling you with a soothing whisper.

“It’s going to be okay, Kagome. I know this is new, that I’m your first. But you don’t have to be scared,” he hushes you now. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good, make you come,” he promises, voice dripping with seduction.

A small shuddering breath is your only response as you try to envision his words, and you open your eyes finally to meet the milky swirl of emotions darkening in the yellow of his oracles.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“You won’t regret your first time,” he declares as if to guarantee the experience already. “Not with me… I’ll make sure of it.”

You swallow hard and manage a meek reply, “I know…” you nod tremblingly. “I believe you.”

He presses his face forward, then, your lips fusing together in a soft yet heated kiss, his left hand coming up to cup the line of your jaw with tenderness. Eventually, he pulls away to catch his breath. Only this time, he switches sides, running his moist hot tongue across your right shoulder, the fingers in his left hand moving to tangle in your hair, dragging your head back with gentle firmness.

“Are you ready, my little Kagome?” he asks now, breath heated on the side of your neck as he brushes the head of his shaft against your opening. “Are you ready to give me what I want?”

You don’t respond.

You can’t.

Your eyes are too glazed with want, your body shivering with need.

Every bump of his hardened arousal makes you shudder in expectation. Every word he speaks sends tingling tremors all the way down to your groin.

He lets go, and you drop your head between your shoulders, letting it hang down to your chest as you feel a warm hand wind down your spine.

He cups a handful of your right buttock, his thumb teasing, circling, testing…combining the lubricated heat between your legs with your own wetness. He smirks before anchoring himself in his fist. And with a gentle yet determined thrust, he pushes his way in, breaching the barrier that was once your ‘virginal’ opening.

A ragged hiss escapes his throat, your entrance so erotically tight that only the head of his cock manages to enter before your muscles instinctively constrict around the intruder, restricting further admission into your passage.

He senses your discomfort, the way your shoulders have tensed after being breached, and he leans the whole weight of his torso onto your back again, his hands sliding up to massage the tension out of your shoulders and his long hair tickling your exposed skin.

In the back of your mind, a small, self-satisfied grin flashes before your eyes…

You’re stilll playing a damn good part.

“Relax, Higurashi,” he coaxes you now, his breath steamy against the shell of your ear. “I won’t hurt you. Just relax… and let me in.”

You lift your head up as you draw in a tremulous breath, and when you exhale slowly, you coerce your muscles to relax. You feel his hands leave their perch on your shoulders, only to have them return to grasp your wrists again, enveloping you underneath his protective frame once more.

Eventually, you feel the slow and steady thrust of his hips from behind. Inch by breathtaking inch, he continues until your pussy has engulfed his hard length completely.

You feel your opening stretch to the limit, but you force yourself to loosen up to accommodate the monstrous intrusion, pain and pleasure intermingling until you can no longer tell the difference between one and the other.

“Kiss me,” he commands of you now as he waits for you to get accustomed to the feeling of being utterly filled.

Taken.

Fucktastically impaled.

You know exactly what he’s trying to do, but really, you can’t complain. And so, you turn your head and acquiesce, the kiss slow and steamy and everything that a fucking and straightforward kiss shouldn’t be; your tongues slow dancing instead of dueling, lapping at each other with unrivaled fervor, the movements akin to a mating ritual.

You are so enraptured by the kiss that you don’t notice when, gradually, his hips begin to pull away. Then without warning, he bucks his hips powerfully, impaling himself into you even deeper than before. You groan in muffled unison, his mouth refusing to release yours when you try to break the kiss.

You feel his thighs resting along the curve of your ass, the delicate hairs surrounding his member caressing your sensitive cheeks. At last, he releases your lips, his mouth diving down to revisit the smooth column of your neck. He ravishes you with open-mouthed kisses, tormenting you as he slowly retrieves his cock, only to come back for more, driving in his full length.

“So tight…” he hisses between gritted teeth. “So fucking tight…”

He feels your sharp intake of breath when he slips inside you again, but then he withdraws quickly before you have a chance to release that same breath. He tries to tease you some more after that, entering slowly, just an inch or two into your firm interior, intending to thrust hard and fast when you least expect it.

But then, you surprise him by playing an unanticipated move in his game, countering his advance by squeezing your ring of muscles tightly around him, right as he thrusts inside you with a force.

“Oh, FUCK!” he growls out both in surprise and inexplicable pleasure. “Shit, Kagome. Fuck!” he pants harshly, his grip on your wrists tightening painfully as he reins in his control, trying not to lose himself too early in the process.

You’re certain you’ll have finger-shaped bruises when this is all said and done.

He catches his breath and rests his face against your cheek, the weighted heave of his chest pressing down on your back as his body smothers you, encapsulating you in its heat. Withdrawing his throbbing length once again, he moves slowly at first, burying himself completely, rocking in motion with you until he finds the hard-driving rhythm that rocks both of your bodies in unison.

He can’t seem to get enough of you, pushing himself so wonderfully deeper, setting the pace with short, deliberate strokes, his balls slapping erotically against your clitoris as he escalates his thrusting at a snail’s pace, inching you ever so unhurriedly towards the pinnacle of ecstasy.

At last, you feel his right hand release your wrist, vaulting itself to grasp your mounds, playing your caramel colored nipples until they turn into hardened pebbles, before weaving it down to your thus far, neglected clit. His fingers playfully frolic on the dark, curly landscape surrounding your aching lower half before sliding down to cup and caress your sensitive heat.

Your hips writhe against the titillating sensations, wanting him to touch you where you most need it.

He takes pity on you once more, and he finally pinches and strokes the button in that same harmonic rhythm that’s currently driving your bodies together towards orgasm.

You rock back as he rocks forward, see-sawing rear to hip, your hot snatch burning with the slick friction as you strain to have him massage the solid head of his cock against your g-spot, searching for that same mind-blowing feeling you felt moments ago when his fingers were inside you.

He collides with your sweet spot at last, crashing into it repeatedly until the sensations are so fuck-tastically intense you feel like your arms and elbows and knees are going to give out simultaneously.

You hold on, however, clenching your eyes shut as you try not to crumble. Your hands grasp at the sheets, twisting them into tight balls of fists as you throw your head back in glorious ecstasy.

“You like that, my bitch?” he pants harshly into your ear, smirking predatorily as he catalogues your reaction. “You like that, don’t you, my little Kagome? You like being captured, don’t you? Taken and fucked senselessly in your cherry pussy?”

Whimpering gasps and groans flee from your parted lips, the focus so sharp and demanding, it is almost excruciating. You discern what he wants from you next: he wants to see how badly you really want it; he wants to feel you push back; he wants you to prove to him that you enjoy being taken, being fucked senseless.

He wants to compel you to thrust – fuck yourself provocatively against his hard length.

A moan of protest bleeds from your lips when he releases your still throbbing nub. Slowly, he rocks back on his knees, his torso rising up to anchor both hands leisurely on your hips. He’s still buried inside you, but now he’s simply standing on his knees, waiting for you to do as he fancies.

“Do it, Higurashi,” you hear the gravelly demand, can feel the feral red-eyed, leer that accompanies it. “I want to see you fuck yourself. I want to know how wild and untamed you really are.”

Without giving him any warning, you flex your muscles once again, narrowing your passage as you thrust your hips back with sudden force, bucking back against him harder than expected, tapering the slick space between you.

The sudden confrontation and resistance catches him off guard, winding him, reducing him to a sputtering fool.

He fights the unbearable impulse to thrust back, to impale you against his length himself. Instead, he tightens his grip on your hips, holding himself motionless as he lets you thrash against him ferociously, your thrusts quickly morphing into a primal pace, untamed in its intensity.

You’re positively certain that you’re using him in the way he wants to be used.

“Kami, Kagome…” he shudders, trying to find purchase against the ferocity of your grinding. “Oh, Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!”

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Sesshoumaru finally pushes back, pummeling his aching shaft inside you, centering each drive, each smash of his head against the same sweet bundle of nerves. His thrusts become more erratic, his hips jerking and straining until overwhelming is soon transformed to become utterly unbearable.

“Oh, Kami! Sesshoumaru… Sesshoumaru…” you sob his name in bliss, clenching your jaw tight, biting into your lower lip as you ride out the agonizing ecstasy. “Ahhh… Kami, yes! Fuck me, Seshoumaru!” you cry out, shrieking loudly when he indulges your demand. “Fuck me harder! Please! Please!”

His body shaking with the effort, Sesshoumaru drapes his torso onto your back once more, bracing his left hand on top of the mattress right next to yours. He holds up as much of his weight as he can carry while he intensifies his efforts to a feverish pace, his right hand returning to your clit to knead against his thrusts.

“Come with me, Kagome,” he pants hotly into your ear, searing breath misting against your cheek, breathing frantic words beside your raging pulse. “Come with me now.”

You hear a hoarse grunt drain from him, and you close your eyes to imagine the tension in his face as he reams you to crumbling pieces, composure and formality now long lost.

Together you strain to reach that glorious summit, fighting, climbing… laboring to bring one another to completion.

Through the black of your eyelids, you visualize his expression: mouth open in pleasure, head thrown back in rapture, hair sticking to his body, sweet sweat trickling down his neck, trailing rivulets of steamy streams down his back. You imagine the beautiful and emotionless face from earlier, contorting now as if almost in pain, jaw set rigidly as he pummels you with everything he has.

The mental image is enough.

And suddenly, unbearable bliss morphs into something else entirely, flying through superlative gates past the incomparable, the unequaled, the unmatched, and into supreme euphoria, your body racking with irrepressible tremors as you senselessly babble and whimper… howling out his name, before the feeling drowns you wholly.

“Sesshoumaru… Sesshoumaru… Sessh-oumaru… Sesh-oou-maruu!”

Your vision darkens around the edges, your mind becoming shadowy even through the darkness of your still-shut eyes. All the images you have conjured have left your head. There are no more thoughts now. No more words.

Speaking…

Thinking…

Both of these have become impossible to entertain.

Even breathing has become as debatable as the blurred distinction between pain and pleasure. Nothing now exists beyond the rushing torrent that’s sweeping through you as he echoes your moans of pleasure, your bodies shaking in the ultimate ecstasy of mutual orgasm.

You convulse underneath him, shuddering in tremulous rapture as he jerks against your convulsing frame. And with a loud, guttural cry, he bursts inside you as you fall apart all over his hand.

He can feel the contractions of your orgasm pulsing within his grasp, spilling your fluids frenziedly until it’s overflowing down your thighs, while he lets go of the hot liquid of his release, filling you to the fullest depths.

At last, your elbows give out, and you fall flat onto the mattress with a moaning cry that sounds more like a whimpering howl, Sesshoumaru toppling weakly above you, twisting his hips up in one final drive, spending himself utterly inside your drawn pussy. Helplessly, you lie caught beneath him, his bone-jarring orgasm causing him to shudder as his chest collapses against your sweat-slick back.

Panting, he rests his forehead against the back of your head, leveraging most of his weight off your back as you turn your face away. Seconds later, he slides his hands down the length of your arms to grasp your fingers, tangling them together as he waits for both of your breathing to slow down and return to normal.

Together you breathe heavily, each trying to refill your respective lungs, each trying to regain your strength, as you lie sandwiched together in waning rhapsody.

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A/N: THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY!!! I still have a few chapters left. Now, it should be clearer to you what the fantasy is. The next chapter will explain Sesshoumaru's fantasy. Can you all take the final guess before it is revealed??