Wet Wings

Heh.. telling you guys to bring your party hats, was ... wrong! Well regardless, enjoy!

Kagome woke with a start. Pulling from the lull of sleep she found her limbs intimately tangled with Sesshoumaru’s, her small hand pinned beneath his chest. Slowly as to not wake him she pulled free, slipping soundlessly from the bed. Shivering she grabbed a discarded kimono and rushed from the room. She had gotten used to waking up nude beside him, and he was slowly getting beneath her skin. Kagome pushed him from her mind, he was like some kind of poison. Spreading through her blood hotly.

Slipping into the hot springs she washed the night away from her flesh. The warm water soothed her trembling, easing her into a sense of security. How could she be content with being his whore? She dunked herself beneath the bubbling water, holding her breath till her lungs burnt with the need. Breaking the surface she sucked in a huge breath of air. Truth was her body was in constant heaven beneath his gaze and touches, but her mind was lost to turmoil.

Doubt left her feeling empty, and she felt stupid. Was he really what she wanted? Didn’t she want love? Kagome sunk chin deep into the water. Sure that used to be part of her dream, along with the puppy, white picket house, and the perfect husband. Drifting onto her back she listened to the hum of the water. She just couldn’t see herself living that role anymore. She wanted something else. But what it was, she wasn’t sure.

Sesshoumaru woke to a empty bed, her side still warm. Slowly collecting himself, he traced her scent to the bathhouse. She didn’t notice him, looking much like a nymph as she floated on the waters surface. He would need a bath as well, their day would start soon. He was quite sure some guests had already arrived.

Kagome stiffened as hands touched her with familiarity. She sunk beneath the water, dodging him, and made a quick move to swim away. Kagome felt his hand close around her ankle as she was pulled backward through the water, forced to resurface. Coughing she pinned him with a glare through her wet bangs. “Good morning.” She greeted him, edge in her voice.

Sesshoumaru studied her. “You were quiet this morning.”

Kagome shrugged, rubbing soap into her skin. “I thought you should get your rest, it is going to be a busy day for you after all.”

Sesshoumaru took the sponge from her hands, scrubbing her back. “You will not do such things in the future. I expect you to fulfill your duties.”

Kagome stared down into the water fuming. “My duties? I was unaware I had such things.”

Sesshoumaru allowed the sponge to float away in the water, his hands taking its place. “This Sesshoumaru finds it tiresome to keep reminding you.” He leaned in close to her ear. “You belong to me.”

Kagome pulled from his teasing claws, turning to face him. “If you find me so tiresome maybe you should just leave me alone.” She found her balance in the water, moving away from him.

“Don’t you tire of this cat and mouse game?” Sesshoumaru stalked her. “You will forever be the mouse.”

Kagome shivered beneath his cool stare, well aware of her vulnerability as she stood nude before him. She hated how her body responded beneath that stare of his. Seething she splashed him. He had yet to as much as touch her and she was already wet with need. Kagome cursed as he caught hold of her hands. “I wont be at your beck and call.” She glared. “I’d be gone by first light if I could escape. Don’t think me to be the kind of woman I am not.”

Sesshoumaru ignored her comments busying his hands with the soft flesh she hid between her thighs. Her body was so easy to manipulate and her thoughts were soon to follow, she became weak against him. Strong arms lifted her from the water bringing her back down onto his roused length. Holding her to him he moved within her, deeper as she wrapped her long legs around him.

Kagome hid her face in his neck, clasping to him tightly as she strove for her relief. Their bodies moved quickly together, fervently seeking. She felt him grow wider inside her and arched into him, her deep blue eyes glassy.

Kagome felt free to hate this man just as easily as her body freely loved him. She bit her lips against the moans that rose trembling from inside her as she came hard onto him. Dazed she fell back into him, her hands gripping tightly into his silver hair with his continued thrusts. Clenching herself tight she felt his pace quicken, the sticky warmth spilling out and down her thighs with his release.

Sesshoumaru cruelly tossed her aside, looking down his nose at her. “Scurry along little mouse.” He chuckled, brushing the hair she had tangled over his shoulder. “I‘ll play with you more at the party.” His gaze was heavy.

Kagome quickly rinsed herself off rushing from the baths, all sense returning. Self loathing filled her bitterly as she flung the doors closed to her room. Sighing she let her yukata fall from her shoulders, discarding it on the floor. Tonight would be the first night of the festival. She had been undergoing lessons all week to prepare. Yuuka had been very firm in making sure she understood everything that would be expected.

Sneering she glanced at the dress that had been custom made for her. It was a beautiful creation of red silks, a low cut plunging neckline and a long skirt. Kagome pushed it aside, grabbing the outfit she wore daily, in addition to the armor.

She was not in the mood to be obedient. Slipping into the tight binding top, she adjusted the straps that crisscrossed around her back. It was immodest but covenant with its open back, giving her wings optimal freeness. The skirt was mid thigh, and made of the same industrial strength threads. Kagome slid the long leg coverings on, the softness of the material protected her legs from the biting metal of the shin guards, that ended below her knees. Sliding on her arm gauntlets, Kagome ruffled her hair messily.

Kagome grinned at the mad woman smiling back at her in the mirror. She was sure to cause Sesshoumaru embarrassment if he was expecting her to play the role of a dutiful pet. Straightening her shoulders proudly, she marched from the room. It was about time he realized he couldn’t treat her the way he did and expect her to respect him.

Her demonic hearing told her that there was indeed, a large amount of people already in the ball room. Taking a deep reassuring breath she pushed her way through the large double doors. Her eyes widened in shock. Unorganized and out of control, demons ran amuck. How was she going to embarrass him amongst all this?

Kagome turned to leave, and bumped into a unmoving force. She glanced fearfully at the prism boots before her, her eyes slowly traveling upward, Kagome stared. His face was hidden beneath a large black hood, his figure swallowed ominously by his shadow robes. Kagome could sense it was Sesshoumaru and her brow wrinkled in confusion.

Why was he dressed that way? Something instinctual told her to quickly back away, which she did. She had never seen him clothed before in such dark robes, he looked utterly threatening. Cheers erupted around the room as they noticed him, the inhabitants spinning further out of control.

This was not how Yuuka explained the night would be. Giving the room another once over, she noticed the demons loitering the inside were dressed similarly to Sesshoumaru, cloaked in black robes. Feeling out of place she wrapped her arms about herself, noticing how dark the room was for the first time. “Sesshoumaru?” She questioned.

Sesshoumaru tilted his head just so that the light caught on his upturned lips, a flash of white fangs gleaming in the dim light. “I see you didn’t dress for the occasion.”

Kagome looked around for an escape, finding no place to go. “And you are?” Just what the hell was going on? She looked around nervously as the demons seemed to form a eager circle around the pair. Kagome didn’t like how this ‘ball’ was turning out. She wished she still had the power to hold them off. “Stay back.” She looked for a opening in the crowd.

Sesshoumaru slowly ran his tongue over his lips, taking a long stride toward her. “Now now Kagome, you’re the guest of honor tonight! Don’t be so shy.” He appeared behind her catching her as she backed into him. “This is your first solstice, demons celebrate them twice a year. The annual winter is held here. How lucky you are.”

Kagome stood frozen in his grip, the strings loosening, her top falling free. Hands wrapped around the fabric, holding it desperately around her. Faces stared at her in envy, hungry demonic eyes alight with hunger. “What is this?” She trembled as his hands slid her skirt up, unsure hands did their best to cover herself from the prying eyes. “Sesshoumaru why are you doing this?” She was scared now.

Sesshoumaru put a finger to her lips, before ripping her garments from her clinging fingers. “Would you prefer this honor go to a lesser demon?” He stepped away from her, barring her to the world of hungry eyes. He watched in amusement as her wings did their best to hide her, she looked so beautiful as she stood there trembling in fear.

Kagome spun, her hair tangling around her neck as she franticly looked about. She could see tented capes, and long curvy legs of demoness obviously nude beneath their cloaks. She turned to Sesshoumaru, gaping in horror as he loosened the ties to his cloak, opening it to her. Kagome gawked at him. He was nude, long and wide and straining upwards.

Sesshoumaru approached her, wrapping her stunned nude figure within his cloak. His hands reassured her trembling form, taking a few moments to calm her amidst the uproar around them. “This Sesshoumaru wanted the honor to be yours, Kagome.” He gently cupped her chin, staring down at her from the shadows of his hood. He caught her in a hypnotic kiss, leading her to the chains that hung. Sesshoumaru watched as the bands were clasped shut around her slender wrists, the wider ones around the width of her legs, just above the knee. He pulled away from her, breaking the spell.

Kagome pulled hopelessly at the chains as they began to lift her into the air, exposing her to the room. Panic made it hard for her to breath, as she looked about the room. Everyone was staring at her, waiting. Screaming she kicked madly in the air, thrashing out against Sesshoumaru as he calmly approached her. Kagome was filled with horror as he moved to stand between her thighs, his sex pressing against her core. “Get away from me!” She screamed, pulling with all her strength against the chains that bound her.

Sesshoumaru mounted her swiftly, burying himself deeply in her warmth. He was silent, staring cruelly at her as he pulled free of her body only to slam back into her with such a force it sent her swinging against the chains.

Hot tears streamed down her face, and she turned from him, her face frozen in shock. Around her hoods were thrown back, the demons mounting each other in a sex frenzy all around the room. She saw Yuuka engaged with a hideous demon, a sultry evil smile plastered on her face as she stared at Kagome. Kagome thrashed, unable to pull free or move as Sesshoumaru continued his assault on her body.

Sesshoumaru made one effort to sooth her, gently brushing her tears away, the action earning him a bleeding hand from her when she bit. Smirking he unleashed himself, his clawed hands holding her tightly about her hips as he moved with rough thrusts, jarring her beneath him. The room was filled with the smell of sex and blood, calling out everyone’s inner demon to play. His ears were filled with the sounds of moans, and the sobs from the woman sheathing him.

Kagome burnt with shame, wanting to hide from the leering faces around her, but mostly from the one that hovered above her. She hated him more then she had ever dared, and wanted nothing more then to escape his touch before it awoke something more embarrassing. She was saved the humiliation of her own arousal by such treatment due to the pain of his touch. He was moving with such a ferocity, it was rubbing her flesh raw where the chains bound her, her core aching with his rough intrusion. It was so easy to hate him at such treatment.

Sesshoumaru slowed, his demon seeking the scent of the woman’s arousal. He moved in a way to stimulate her as he pushed deeply into her, earning a shocked look from her as she lifted her head to stare at him, her mouth open in horror. He smirked at the first spike of her arousal as it washed over him, delicious. Wanting to fill the room with her scent he resisted the violent thrusts he desired for a more seductive pace, luring a divine moan from her lips. She was luscious.

Kagome fought against the chains with renewed vigor, hoping to break them as she felt a orgasm growing, building. The moans she was unable to stop were lost amongst the sea of cries that filled the room, and she was flushed to feel her juices dripping down her ass with each thrust he took. She would never forgive herself if she allowed herself enjoyment at such treatment, was she really so sadistic?

Try as she might she was unable to stop the building force that left her body to tremble, rattling the chains loudly. He was filling her with such completion, his eyes glowing red as he regarded her hungrily, his hips smacking loudly against her own. Kagome felt her walls tighten, pulsing around him so tightly she was forced into a orgasm that stole her breath as she screamed loudly, her cry attracting the demons around them.

She buried her face into her shoulder wanting to disappear as they sniffed at the air, hungrily licking their lips at her. Mortified she wanted to close her legs as her core dripped freely, coating both her and Sesshoumaru in the scent that overpowered the room. He was relentless, and continued to fill her, staying hard and long with countless of his own releases. Kagome sobbed hopelessly, her body aching with need, and her flesh burning with shame.

She arched against the chains, her breasts thrust outward as he stole another orgasm from her, holding her strongly against the chains before washing over her to leave her weakly hanging at his mercy. Kagome was barely breathing now, unsure if she could handle another orgasm, her body drained. Taking another peek at him it was clear to see he had lost himself, his eyes full blown red, glowing hotly in the dark.

Kagome felt fear grip her coldly, to weak to do anything as his claws cut teasingly into her flesh. Weak, but well aware to her surroundings she was jostled with the intensity in which he moved inside of her. A strangled cry twisted her lips, her brows furrowing as she wept with another orgasm. It was becoming to much for her to handle and she begged him to stop, her thighs trembling with strain.

Sesshoumaru reveled in her sweet pleas, pure bliss singing in his roaring blood. He had never seen such a creature, flushed and begging, wet and tight, straining, fighting and welcoming all at the same time. He would never let her go, his demon would never let this woman go. In all his exploits with other women, none could compare to this one sweet, small creature. He urged her to beg more loudly, his body moving quicker within her spasming walls.

Her luminous blue eyes staring, her body trembling, glistening with sweat. Curvy and well proportioned she was a picture of perfection. Her hair was tangled, but glossy and soft, and her wings, beautiful wings. What a angel, the perfect prize for a demon like himself. Again she begged him, and he gripped her tightly, pulling her toward him against the resistance of the chains. Insanity for this woman drove him to come hotly, deeply inside her as he sunk his teeth urgently into her pale throat.

Kagome gasped, pained. Her face curtained by his sweaty hair, she was frozen, immobile to the burning that overcame her. She winced against the heat on her throat, limbs restrained and unable to stop him. His hips rubbed wetly against hers, and her eyes squeezed shut against the pain of the orgasm it brought. She forced hoarse words from her dry throat, unable to do anything but plead. “No more.” She swallowed, the action painful. “No more, Sesshoumaru!” Her shout reached his ears.

Sesshoumaru released her throat, her blood wet on his lips, dripping down his chin. Cupping her tired face gently in his hands, he came once more inside of her before pulling free. Shouts of ecstasy filled the room, before falling silent, congratulations coming from all around. Sesshoumaru lowered the chains, staring down at her, a crumpled mass on the floor, sleep taking her as night fell. She looked thoroughly ravaged, sleeping nude in a tangle of hair and wings, her armored arms and legs curled protectively about her.

“Congratulations to our Lord Sesshoumaru! Our great Lord has finally seen fit in a woman to take as a mate!” The cheers came ceaselessly.

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