Tohoku Vacation

Tohoku Vacation

Chapter Seven

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The silky soft petals of a forget-me-not lazily trailed patterns along her naked body. Seeing nothing but darkness yet feeling everything warm and light, her senses were a thousand different colors.

The petals brushed, like a lover’s brush, over the sensitive buds of her breasts, softly twirling and she gasped, her body arching slightly and still the sweet sensations persisted. She felt the tickling lethargically slither across her stomach, pausing by her hips and the feel of his lips as he sensuously placed a butterfly kiss here and there and everywhere all at once.

She moaned as the softness found her inner thighs, as it again tortured her senses like the whispered words of a lover, drowning her skin in a velvety blanket of raw feeling and heightened awareness of only this passion…this passion stemming from the simple yet oh so erotic dance of petals on skin, of barely there kisses on skin.

The bright blue flower, at times resembling the color of her eyes, glided back up her body and swept across her peachy pink lips, along the gentle slope of her jaw and drifted down the feminine curve of her neck, teasing the dipped juncture lying between it and her collarbone.

Sesshoumaru gazed at his blindfolded minx in appreciation. Watching as her lithe body twisted and arched in an almost desperate need to appease the onslaught of raw sensation flooding her body and mind. And it was this that he drank up hungrily, that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. She had no inhibitions when it came to sex. She would take what she wanted when she wanted it, but allow herself to submit like he wanted, allowing her body to become his canvas when he wanted.

Such a trusting and daring woman she was. Her spontaneous nature never did allow for a dull moment in their rutting sessions nor did the way she would touch him, kiss him, and run her small little tongue over his lips, mingling their too hot breath. He especially enjoyed the way she played with his earlobe, sucking it in, gently clenching the highly erogenous zone with her blunt teeth and laving it until all he saw was red and all he felt was the pulsing need to be inside of her.

Lying on his side on a blanket in the gardens, Sesshoumaru pulled Kagome to his body, spooning her form and entering her hot slick passage from behind. Her arm came up and she let her fingers tangle in his silvery locks.

Slow.

They both wanted their last time here to be slow and passionate, filled with the primal need to just feel and taste and touch. Hands traveled along smooth skin, along memorized stripes and beautiful curves. Kagome moaned in pleasure and Sesshoumaru growled in animalistic possessiveness as he claimed her body with each powerful stroke.

She’d always be his, whether she realized it or not. Her heavenly body was his to torture, even after he left the peacefulness of this shrine. In her dreams. In her fantasies as she pleasured herself thinking about him and only him. She was already his.

And she knew. She knew that only he would be able to fill her so completely. That these two weeks with him had completely ruined her future sex life because now she’d be comparing whoever she let into her life to him.

But that was okay.

Because as their world exploded, lit by bright lights and raw feeling and just them, two weeks was better than never. It didn’t matter that when they both got home they’d suffer withdrawal symptoms (and they both knew they would) and it didn’t quite matter that they’d probably never see each other again after this vacation.

But that was okay.

Both had never really intended for this to be more than sex. They were both merely at the right place at the right time coupled with a mutual attraction and tangled in a web of lust and need.

So why did Kagome feel a slight ache in her chest? And why did Sesshoumaru almost hesitate to let her go?

‘I like the calm before a storm and I like gazing at the stars at night and how everything looks right after it snows and watching the sun rise, streaking the sky with its brilliant colors.’

“Good bye Sesshoumaru…”

“Good bye Kagome…”


…to be continued…


A/N: I fell in love with this chapter too. It’s a short one, but a lot happens in-between the lines.

And to answer a reviewer’s question, the whole biting thing in the last chapter was just biting, no claiming or anything. I just threw that in cause I felt like it.

One more chapter my hentai lovelies, and that’ll end this little fic of mine.

-hasu86