Sesshomaru Unbound
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Chapter 7
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Sesshomaru Unbound
Author’s Note: Apologies for letting this one sit almost a month without update. Punish me by throwing me to Lord Sesshomaru—if he ever gets out of the mess I’m writing him into.
Chapter 7
Sesshomaru stood, inhumanly still, permitting Kagura’s touch while she made her fascinating offer. But not a second longer.
“Desire you?” he replied coolly, grabbing her wrist tightly to remove her stroking fingers from the sensitive fur and flesh at his shoulder. He kept his gaze upon her face as he twisted her arm around and back until she whimpered. “What does it take to arouse your desire, Kagura?” Tightening her arm further behind her and pulling up sharply, he felt her wince in his grasp. Her eyes widened and her lips parted of their own accord. Sesshomaru’s face remained impassive, but he felt his pulse quicken, as if for battle. He brought his mouth to Kagura’s delicate, pointed ear and licked along its edge, then bit down, hard. She moaned.
Pulling her body tightly to his by her twisted arm, he felt the soft, thick fabric of her multi-layered kimono rustle between them. So vulnerable was she to Naraku’s use that she maintained the self-delusion of protection by her triple-thick raiment, ranged attacks, and viper’s tongue. Sesshomaru would penetrate that shell, just as she had invited. And when she was even more vulnerable to him than to Naraku, he would take his weapons back and unleash Tokijin’s wrath upon her. In death, she would be freed from Naraku’s control. And Naraku, in losing her, would have the first a taste of the vengeance Sesshomaru had in store for him.
Releasing her ear from his teeth, he observed, “You reek of Naraku. Someone should cover up that hanyo stench.” He let go her arm, then pushed her back until she toppled onto the wooden steps. As she fell, he threw his body over hers and kissed her roughly. His tongue invaded and plundered her mouth as his fangs drew droplets of blood from the insides of her soft lips. She yielded without hesitation. He knew she could not breathe as long as he kept her mouth sealed with his, so he prolonged it for long, silent moments.
When he finally broke the kiss, his gaze was so blank that it was impossible to gauge the degree of pleasure he got from seeing Kagura gasp for air. Rising to crouch over her, he raised his claws and easily rent the three layers of her kimono from throat to ankle. “Is this what you want?” he menaced. Kagura purred her assent as the end of Sesshomaru’s mokomoko softly rose to wrap around her slender throat. “Take me,” she begged in a strangled voice, parting her thighs to welcome a new master.
Erect with power if not with passion, Sesshomaru deftly turned Kagura onto her knees and poised himself to enter. Releasing her throat and digging his nails into her small, pale hips, he thrust forward, hilting himself within her at a single stroke. She cried out with pleasure and pain. Sesshomaru bent forward and took the nape of her neck in his sharp teeth and rode her hard. He sent his mokomoko’s thick, sensuous length to bind their torsos together and relished its softness as much as Kagura’s tightness. She moaned loudly and called out his name. He drove into her body with a fierce, merciless precision. His cock swelled inside her as his balls slapped against her with each stroke. He growled as predatory hunger drove him on. The small, pliant body beneath him matched his every thrust, arching and pressing back into him as the fur around them caressed and teased his flesh.
Sooner than he had expected, her desire built to climax. She begged for release, and he realized in a flash that Naraku was unlikely to have allowed her satisfaction. Though her piteous cries did not have the power to move him, neither did they inspire callousness. That was Naraku’s sport. He drove her on until she reached her peak, then watched her body convulse in pleasure while the muscles around his shaft contracted and aroused him further.
Swiftly, however, he withdrew, unwrapping the fur from around them both and freeing his cock before he yielded more than he should. He wanted his wits about him. Kagura turned onto her side and lay, panting. He rose and stood, looking down at her. Where his nails had bit into the flesh of her hips, there were tiny red crescents, and his teeth had drawn blood at the back of her neck. He felt a desire to draw his tongue slowly across the marks, but he restrained himself. It was time to reclaim his weapons and end this game.
“Kagura,” he summoned. She came to stand beside him, gathering her garments around her as best she could and staring at his half-erect cock, which was only partially covered by the mokomoko loosely wrapped around him.
“Are your desires so limited?” she inquired. “There are many things we might do to unleash them together, Sesshomaru.” She put a gentle hand to his cheek.
“Right now, my desire is to regain my weapons,” he replied, ignoring her caress. “And then, to avenge myself upon Naraku. Do you intend to help me, or are you as treacherous as your sire?”
Kagura pouted, then stepped forward. Rising up on her toes, she brought Sesshomaru’s mouth down for a brief, soft kiss. “Come, let us go inside. With suitable attire and your swords once again in your hands, Lord Sesshomaru, I am certain you will feel more yourself. And then we will see who can be trusted.”
Sesshomaru Unbound
Author’s Note: Apologies for letting this one sit almost a month without update. Punish me by throwing me to Lord Sesshomaru—if he ever gets out of the mess I’m writing him into.
Chapter 7
Sesshomaru stood, inhumanly still, permitting Kagura’s touch while she made her fascinating offer. But not a second longer.
“Desire you?” he replied coolly, grabbing her wrist tightly to remove her stroking fingers from the sensitive fur and flesh at his shoulder. He kept his gaze upon her face as he twisted her arm around and back until she whimpered. “What does it take to arouse your desire, Kagura?” Tightening her arm further behind her and pulling up sharply, he felt her wince in his grasp. Her eyes widened and her lips parted of their own accord. Sesshomaru’s face remained impassive, but he felt his pulse quicken, as if for battle. He brought his mouth to Kagura’s delicate, pointed ear and licked along its edge, then bit down, hard. She moaned.
Pulling her body tightly to his by her twisted arm, he felt the soft, thick fabric of her multi-layered kimono rustle between them. So vulnerable was she to Naraku’s use that she maintained the self-delusion of protection by her triple-thick raiment, ranged attacks, and viper’s tongue. Sesshomaru would penetrate that shell, just as she had invited. And when she was even more vulnerable to him than to Naraku, he would take his weapons back and unleash Tokijin’s wrath upon her. In death, she would be freed from Naraku’s control. And Naraku, in losing her, would have the first a taste of the vengeance Sesshomaru had in store for him.
Releasing her ear from his teeth, he observed, “You reek of Naraku. Someone should cover up that hanyo stench.” He let go her arm, then pushed her back until she toppled onto the wooden steps. As she fell, he threw his body over hers and kissed her roughly. His tongue invaded and plundered her mouth as his fangs drew droplets of blood from the insides of her soft lips. She yielded without hesitation. He knew she could not breathe as long as he kept her mouth sealed with his, so he prolonged it for long, silent moments.
When he finally broke the kiss, his gaze was so blank that it was impossible to gauge the degree of pleasure he got from seeing Kagura gasp for air. Rising to crouch over her, he raised his claws and easily rent the three layers of her kimono from throat to ankle. “Is this what you want?” he menaced. Kagura purred her assent as the end of Sesshomaru’s mokomoko softly rose to wrap around her slender throat. “Take me,” she begged in a strangled voice, parting her thighs to welcome a new master.
Erect with power if not with passion, Sesshomaru deftly turned Kagura onto her knees and poised himself to enter. Releasing her throat and digging his nails into her small, pale hips, he thrust forward, hilting himself within her at a single stroke. She cried out with pleasure and pain. Sesshomaru bent forward and took the nape of her neck in his sharp teeth and rode her hard. He sent his mokomoko’s thick, sensuous length to bind their torsos together and relished its softness as much as Kagura’s tightness. She moaned loudly and called out his name. He drove into her body with a fierce, merciless precision. His cock swelled inside her as his balls slapped against her with each stroke. He growled as predatory hunger drove him on. The small, pliant body beneath him matched his every thrust, arching and pressing back into him as the fur around them caressed and teased his flesh.
Sooner than he had expected, her desire built to climax. She begged for release, and he realized in a flash that Naraku was unlikely to have allowed her satisfaction. Though her piteous cries did not have the power to move him, neither did they inspire callousness. That was Naraku’s sport. He drove her on until she reached her peak, then watched her body convulse in pleasure while the muscles around his shaft contracted and aroused him further.
Swiftly, however, he withdrew, unwrapping the fur from around them both and freeing his cock before he yielded more than he should. He wanted his wits about him. Kagura turned onto her side and lay, panting. He rose and stood, looking down at her. Where his nails had bit into the flesh of her hips, there were tiny red crescents, and his teeth had drawn blood at the back of her neck. He felt a desire to draw his tongue slowly across the marks, but he restrained himself. It was time to reclaim his weapons and end this game.
“Kagura,” he summoned. She came to stand beside him, gathering her garments around her as best she could and staring at his half-erect cock, which was only partially covered by the mokomoko loosely wrapped around him.
“Are your desires so limited?” she inquired. “There are many things we might do to unleash them together, Sesshomaru.” She put a gentle hand to his cheek.
“Right now, my desire is to regain my weapons,” he replied, ignoring her caress. “And then, to avenge myself upon Naraku. Do you intend to help me, or are you as treacherous as your sire?”
Kagura pouted, then stepped forward. Rising up on her toes, she brought Sesshomaru’s mouth down for a brief, soft kiss. “Come, let us go inside. With suitable attire and your swords once again in your hands, Lord Sesshomaru, I am certain you will feel more yourself. And then we will see who can be trusted.”