Depravity

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO., NOR DO I MAKE ANY MONEY FROM THIS.

*****Warning: This is a pure lemon fic. If you are under age, stop reading. If this is not your thing, stop reading. For all others, please enjoy.*******

Note: this will be edited at a later date.

All on My Own

Once Kagome overcame her embarrassment, the dinner had been quite exquisite. The subtle blending of all the flavors sent her mind into a new direction of sensual overdrive. It was for this reason that the night’s meal was consumed in silence.

While Kagome was lost in her own personal nirvana of delightful cuisine, Sesshoumaru spent his time in purgatory. The minx was emitting the most intoxicating fragrance that combined throaty moans. A being of renowned self-control was about to snap. Desert could not finish fast enough.

He took pity on his minx, when his fast, long, determined strides forced her to practically run to keep up. Yet, she did not question his determined pace, which was good because it showed that she had already learned her place.

There was nothing derogatory in this truth. Her place was the highest he had ever been willing to grant a female, or male for that matter. That sounded wrong, and they had just reached the sanctuary of the car, giving him ample reason not to think on the wrongness of his last thought.

If he thought her scent in the restaurant was strong, he had forgotten a simple fact about cars. The small metal box on wheels left no way for perfume to dissipate. Though he knew that he would never complain about it, he was not sure that he would make it all the way back to her home.

His hand moved without his consent. However, considering its current path, he would not inflict any punishments for its disobedience. The wayward appendage was currently making its way up the creamy expanse of her tone thigh, searching for the apex of her long legs.

Upon arriving on its destination, the youkai was quite displeased to find that there was a cloth barrier. What was the term… boy shorts? Dear Kami-sama, he had been celibate for nearly a decade yet he managed to keep up with lingerie trends?

Growling away the transient thoughts, he began to message one of her most feminine parts through the drenched panties. Even though he could delve into her wet heat, he found that he enjoyed how this act tortured both of them at the same time. Neither one would ever be able to find true satisfaction; however, it would serve to ensure that both were more than willing to succumb to any form of debauchery his mind could conjure.

Therefore, it was with her soft frustrated moans that the two made their way back to the small blue house. By the time the destination was reached, Kagome felt more hollow than she ever had in her entire life. In the back of her mind, she wondered when she had forsaken all her previous morals. Who was this male that he had managed to control her so completely, and could she still call herself in any shape or form a feminist?

An empty ache filled not only her sexually frustrated body, but also her mind as they made their way in her house. She allowed him to guide her up the stairs and toward the sanctity of her bedroom. However, her mind snapped back to the present when she noticed just where he was going. That was her special drawer. The drawer that had caused her many agonizing incidents of embarrassment as she carefully chose what items that would be stored within its dark confines. It was her drawer!

“What do you think you are doing?” She felt her inner fire once again begin to rage.

“Removing that which you no longer need,” he calmly stated. He was surprised by the speed that she used to place herself in between him and her nightstand drawer.

“How dare you? Those are my,” She could feel the blush heating her face, but she would not allow that to stop her defense of her toys. “special toys. What makes you think you have any right to say something about them, let alone try and take them away?”

Sesshoumaru just cocked a brow at her. Did she really think that she would be allowed to pleasure herself anymore? Maybe, it would be best to approach this from the side instead of head on.

“Do you really think, Ka-go-me, that you can still find release from these bobbles?” His voice held nothing of the indignation he felt at being marked on the same level as a dildo. Wait… she did not own dildos, but anal plugs, even better.

Not willing to back down, Kagome answered, “I have been finding ‘release from these bobbles’ for many years, and I will continue to do so for years to come.” She craned her head back to ensure that she could maintain eye contact with the arrogant man. Suddenly, she felt like a cornered rabbit as he predatorily advanced on her. However, she never let her eyes waver.

Fine, if she was going to continue with this farce about her dominance then it was time to see if she had the character to back up her claims.

“Prove it.”

Kagome swallowed reflexively. The simple statement had every bit of a challenge that she would never allow herself to back down from, but this was not an everyday occurrence. He was telling her to… She shuddered lightly at the heady thought. Masturbation was private, yet there was something so intoxicating about possibility of doing this scared act in front of him.

Never back down. “Fine, go sit over there.” She pointed to a wingback chair in the corner of the room.

Sesshoumaru just stared at her. He did not break eye contact until her knees gave out, forcing her to sit on the much debated nightstand. It was his opinion that she had been sufficiently cowed by his commanding presence that he would allow her this frivolous act of defiance. Besides, it would lessen the amount of work he would have to do later.

When the self-important man had settled himself in his corner, Kagome turned to her special treasure box. She collected all the items she would use to prove her self-reliance, and then shed her clothing. The undressing was not any matter to tease or entice the spectator in the corner. This was not about him, and it was time he knew that.

Sesshoumaru clenched his fists to suppress the whimper while he watched the bared rump waggled in front of him. It was as if he was delegated to the role of fly on the wall. She cast no sultry look his way, in fact, her behavior told him that had completely no thought of him while she went about her task. There would be punishment later.

Finally, having arranged her pillows and blankets to her liking, she began the normal task of arousing her body. Soft, small, delicate hands caressed the outer edges of her breast before they drew lazy circles toward the rapidly puckering nipples. Her legs shifted and grinded against each other as her core made its need for friction known. As one hand roughly pinched and pulled a pert nipple, she gasped into the silent room torturing the other occupant.

The nipple clamps would be the first toys reached for as her eagerness for completion already began to leak onto her comforter. With her hands free again, she began to tease her body once more. Sesshoumaru discovered that his minx knew how to prolong her hedonistic sessions. He watched the feminine fingers skate across the creamy ivory while they expertly ignored any true points of obvious pleasure. A smirk graced his angelic face as he realized that while she was a novice when it came to a male’s touch, she intimately knew sexuality and sensuality. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her first truly sexual act since leaving her breast in their torture devices.

Her fingertips left a glistening trail up her stomach as the heavily coated digits pilgrimage to her mouth. A tongue passed through plump lips to greet the travels and taste the bounty that they had brought. The sinewy appendage ushered the juice-laden fingers into the deep, moist orifice.

Sesshoumaru lost all control over his vocal cords because of the epiphany that this was not done for his pleasure, but hers. Never, in his long life, had felt his cock fight so strongly to break free of its confines within his clothing. Perhaps, this was not his most brilliant idea for he would not be the one to break. No matter how much it killed him.

With her on flavor filling her mouth, she felt her nether lips moisten further. It was time to bring relief to her frustrated body. The small fingertip vibrator was slipped on while the bulbous anal plug was brought closer. Her fingers delved into her body to bring back sufficient lubricant for her clit, and then her covered thumb brought the deliciously trembling device to her bundle of nerves.

The moans spoke of the glory of the sensations that were running ramped in her tiny body. Her fingers sicorred within her tight walls desperately seeking the magic spot that had been discovered only a day before. As the search proved to be more and more vain, her thumb began to push more harshly on its euphoric object.

He watched as he fought the urge to stroke himself, her free hand, her moans, and the ridge stance of her body all told the same tale: frustration.

Kagome shakily grabbed her last toy. Spreading her legs wide while she drew her feet almost all the way up to her rear, she allowed her phallic toy to play along her nether lips. It was slowly making its journey toward her dirtiest secret. The puckered ring of muscles flexed in expectation of coming events. Kagome continued to play harshly with her pussy as began to tease her second entrance. Round and round the bulbous tip circled its intended target as her other motions became more erratic.

It was a hard in thrust of her fingers that she forced the large object into her rear. Her cry was not in euphoric bliss, but utter frustration. She had been dancing on the precipice of nirvana for what seemed like an eternity, however, she could not grasp it. The only thing she felt now was the hollow ache of being unfulfilled.

Desperately, she sought the unattainable goal. Her eyes lids squeezed shut because she did not want to see the picture of male smugness in the corner. He could not be right. She had been able to satisfy herself for years. True, some of her kinks had thrown her for a loop at first, but she had always been able to find completion without a… a… a phallus.

She had never even bought a dildo, and now, she had an emptiness in her one selfish, naughty act. Not only that, but there was this growing suspicion she had that it was a very specific phallus that she craved.

Noticing that she had stilled in all movement, Sesshoumaru sat stone still waiting for the moment she conceded to his superiority. He waited, and he waited. Eternity came to taunt him, again.

Apparently, she was not going to admit defeat soon, and he had a very large problem. Well, it was not so much a problem as a need. With this in mind, he stalked quietly across the room. He employed stealth that he had not used in years for he managed to crawl on top of her without the frustrated female becoming aware.

“Is there a problem, Ka-go-me?”

Her dark blue eyes shot open. She stared at the gorgeous man above her and growled.

“Hn.” He pressed his groin into her, forcing her fingers deeper along with the anal plug. Her gasp was all the answer he needed. He leaned down and nipped her ear. “Lying does not become you, Kagome. Apparently, there are many lessons you need to be taught.”

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… to be continue

AN: Yeah, I know that I am evil, but whatever. I will post the next chapter as soon as possible. I hope you enjoyed this one.

emmaren