The Portal

Chapter 8 – Discovered Entrance to the Great Pyramid

‘Going down is a whole lot easier than going up,’ Kagome thought, as Sesshomaru maneuvered down the pyramid with grace and speed. Once on the jungle floor, he released her, and a bit of disappointment flipped in her mind, but Kagome quickly crushed that feeling, as it would simply not do to develop some kind of crush on Lord Sesshomaru. Her mother always told her she had bad taste in men. ‘I guess she was right.’

Naraku’s eerily smooth voice broke the lingering awkwardness of the moment. “I have found an entrance. Follow me.”

Although neither Kagome nor Sesshomaru felt completely comfortable trusting Naraku enough to follow him, they both fell in behind the hanyou as he made his way back to his discovery.

Kagome was wondering where Tala ran off to, just as the monkey beast pounced on her legs. She let out a squeal of surprise, causing Sesshomaru to turn and send her a glare for the irritating outburst. However, the glare intended to frighten the dead, quickly turned to an amused smirk, which earned him a heated glare from Kagome.

Tala was so excited that he had sailed out of the nearby underbrush to effectively attach himself to the front of Kagome’s thighs, with his arms wrapped securely around her legs. The little monster managed to put her in a terribly compromising situation as his face was now nuzzled into her crotch!

Kagome’s immediate reaction was one of shock, but then the tickling sensation he was sending through her womanly parts was rather overpowering, which made her giggle. She then flushed a deep crimson from the overwhelming embarrassment. That’s when she caught Sesshomaru’s humor inspired look.

Kagome quickly reached around to just below the swell of her butt, in order to pry Tala’s suction cup fingers from their new home. He seemed quite content to stay put, but Kagome would have none of that. The little baboon was worse than Miroku ever thought of being! “ARGH!” She ground out as she attempted to free herself from the clutches of her new primate pal.

Sesshomaru had seen enough. While the show was extremely humorous, and much more fun than he had experienced in a millennia, something inside him was feeling very uncomfortable with that thing groping on the miko. He decided to free her of the beast. If he didn’t assist, he was sure that the current height in her blood pressure would mean certain death for the wench.

He wrapped a claw around the beasts throat, and felt his instincts switch to kill mode. He would have snapped the creature’s neck at that moment, except for one thing. The look in her eyes. She had a pleading in those huge cerulean eyes, which made him pause just before issuing the deathblow.

Why he cared, he may not ever know. Sesshomaru released the neck of the creature, Tala, and shifted his efforts to removing him from Kagome’s person... without death. Certainly a new concept.

Sesshomaru soon discovered that this method had many avenues of possibilities, that were perhaps, just as enjoyable as killing. The creature was attached to the girl in a couple of very intimate locations. He enjoyed the sharp gasp Kagome made as he slid his hand over the full curve of her backside, then on to the back of her thigh. There he was to begin the slow, and torturously arousing act of removing the beasts bulbous fingers from just below the rounded curve of her derrière.

As he stood in front of the miko, he allowed a smirk to play on his face, which was so close to hers that he could feel her soft breath caressing his chest. He held eye contact, enjoying the flashes of emotion that danced on the miko’s face as his large clawed hands explored and maneuvered her tender flesh.

A scent began to drift into his keen sense of smell. One that he had not noticed so strongly before from the girl. This new discovery was even more interesting, and Sesshomaru was so curious as to how deeply he could insight this reaction, that he decided to perform a small insignificant test of sorts. Just to see what happens, mind you. It had nothing to do with the dancing intoxication of the heady aroma. He just wished to experiment a little.

Once Sesshomaru successfully peeled all twelve of Tala’s digits, from Kagome’s thigh’s, he moved back to grasp Tala’s head, as it was still buried into Kagome’s most intimate of places. With the added scent of arousal filling the air, the furry abomination was practically ready to begin humping the poor girl’s leg. It was nuzzling her crotch and she was doing her best to push it away, to no avail. Sesshomaru, caught her gaze once more, and watched those blue pools of emotion, as he proceeded to slowly slide his hand over her taught stomach, and lower. Inch by inch he moved his long clawed fingers down, thus separating Tala’s face from her womanly core.

As Sesshomaru’s finger’s pushed downward, Kagome felt something down low in her body begin to burn. The touch of his fingers against her private spot, made her absolutely lightheaded. With each slight movement, pulses of tingling hot pleasure spread through her core, and suddenly Kagome realized that she was breathing extremely hard. Once Tala was completely peeled away, Sesshomaru used his other hand to easily grab the creature by the scruff of the neck and hurl him to the side with a viscous warning growl sent in its direction.

Once Tala was removed, Kagome just assumed that Sesshomaru would be on his way, after shooting her a look of deep annoyance. She was wrong. He didn’t move at all.

Sesshomaru couldn’t move. His little experiment was a success, however it completely and undeniably backfired in his perfect face. The scent he set out to invoke, had indeed poured forth from the miko, and surrounded him, taking an almost solid form. The result was not at all what he expected, and he found himself cursing his curiosity with deep-seated hatred for the emotion.

The strong scent of the miko’s arousal had, in effect, paralyzed him with need. A primal reaction to the females musk. The only thing that he found he could move at the current time, was the fingers of his left hand, which were slowly tracing the lightest circles against Kagome’s hidden mound. Her eyes were locked with his own, and he could clearly read her confusion, and although confusion reigned, there was also want swimming in the blue depths. It was as if some spark had ignited an unlikely chemical reaction. Something that was not there before, and would not have ever been uncovered if not for the strange circumstance of their current situation.

“You two are making this Naraku ill.” He enjoyed the shocked look on the miko’s face as both she and Sesshomaru jerked back to reality, and quickly stepped far away from one another. The miko’s strong scent of her, most obvious, arousal, was almost overpowering. He wanted nothing more than to slice the demon lord’s head from his shoulders, and then proceed to throw the bitch to the ground, thereafter thoroughly fucking her into unconsciousness. The image danced in his mind and Naraku released a sinister chuckle.

The evil hanyou turned away from the two, but left them both with something to think on. “My, my, it appears that while the mouse is away, the cat shall play. I wonder what Inuyasha would think of his wench becoming intimate with his full-blooded, and highly despised half brother?”

Sesshomaru released a low growl at the mention of Inuyasha. Naraku was becoming more insufferable as the day passed, and he once again found himself taking pleasure in imagining the many ways he would like to torture the filthy bastard to a slow and agonizing demise.

Kagome’s eyes went wide with shock when Naraku mentioned Inuyasha. How could she have betrayed him so easily to the desires of the flesh? He hated Sesshomaru, almost as badly as he hated Naraku, and she knew exactly what Inuyasha would say, but a lady just doesn’t repeat things like that.

With deep, and utter embarrassment, Kagome quickly averted her eyes from the tall, pristine image of the demon lord, even though it was a terribly hard thing to do. ‘Blast! If his royal demonship would just put a shirt on, I might possibly be able to think again!’ Kagome ranted silently. ‘It’s that chest! That, chiseled to perfection, solid, muscular, and completely bare chest!’

The ‘incident’ was over rather quickly, and Kagome fell in behind Sesshomaru. She occasionally dared to glance up, catching a glimpse of his proud form. His long, snowy hair danced with his every movement, and she quickly looked away, in order to keep her imagination from getting the best of her. Tala was, once again, scurrying around her feet, but this time he made no move to make a grab for her smooth skin. Maybe Sesshomaru’s warning finally got though to it? Kagome certainly hoped so. She wasn’t sure how many times she would be able to handle Sesshomaru’s ‘assistance’ methods, before the urge to run her hands over the smooth taught flesh of his chest won out. She sighed dejectedly and trudged on.

Naraku rounded the corner of the pyramid and finally came to the spot. This side of the huge structure was deeply overgrown, and one would almost miss the opening. It was there though, hidden behind the lush vegetation, and he sliced through it with his claws, until they all three were able to step inside the opening.

Kagome couldn’t see a darn thing. It was as black as pitch in this place. No doubt Sesshomaru and Naraku could see just fine, but her human eyes only rendered her helpless in the dark. She quickly dropped her pack, and rummaged through it blindly, until she found her flashlight. The one thing she refused to be caught without in the feudal era.

Sesshomaru had been surveying the interior of the entryway, when the miko pulled out something that caught his attention. A candle that had no flame. A strong light was burning from the torch in her hand, but it held no flame within. This served to baffle him thoroughly. “Miko, what is that strange torch?”

Kagome shrugged with a slight giggle. “It’s called a flashlight.” She handed it over to him to examine. She watched as he turned it over in his hand, and gently tapped the glass cover containing the tiny bulb. Even Naraku stopped his exploration to stand near Sesshomaru, watching as the demon turned the flashlight over in his hand once more.

“What magic is this? There is light with no flame.” Sesshomaru asked curiously.

“It is a common device used by everyone where I am from to see in the dark. It is manufactured light.” Kagome said. She tried to be vague about her home, and hoped that answer would suffice. Though Sesshomaru did not appear to accept this completely, he did not question her further, and handed her flashlight back to her, before continuing his exploration of the interior of the ancient pyramid.

The sun was almost gone completely from the sky, and Kagome found great comfort in her handy little pink flashlight. Being stuck in a foreign place, deep in a jungle in the dark, with these two characters was a very disturbing thought. She looked around for Tala, and soon caught sight of his huge glowing green eyes just across the room.

Kagome walked over to Tala, and shined the flashlight around. This had once been a place of brilliant glory, and Kagome was fascinated by everything she saw. Her short exploration was put on hold, however, as more important things had to be taken care of first.

“Listen, you guys, I’m going to go out to gather some firewood, and bring it in here. It’s getting late, and I’m exhausted. This would be a great place to camp out the night.” Kagome said, as she walked back to the opening. She hoped that she could utilize the last rays of the sun before complete darkness. As she picked up dried fallen limbs here and there, she had the strangest feeling she was being watched.

She stood up and looked around for the one responsible. She found Sesshomaru leaning nonchalantly against a tree near the opening to the pyramid. She smiled at him, which he ignored, and she turned to complete her task. Kagome wondered why he was there. Was he worried about her being out here alone?

Kagome finished gathering firewood and returned to the shelter of the abandoned ancient structure. She placed the wood near the entrance, but just inside, and pulled a lighter from her pack to start the fire. One good flick, and the flame appeared. Soon she was sitting comfortably in front of a crackling campfire, enjoying its peaceful crackle.

Sesshomaru squatted down next to Kagome. “What is that thing that you used to create fire?”

‘Ooo he’s a sharp one,’ Kagome thought. ‘Nothing gets past this guy.’ Ok, another vague explanation is in order. Kagome pulled the lighter back out, and handed it to Sesshomaru. “It’s called a lighter. The parts inside rub together creating a spark, which ignites the fuel making the flame.”

Sesshomaru stared at her as he handed the lighter back. “Show me,” he demanded.

Kagome flicked the lighter to life and the flame appeared for Sesshomaru’s examination. He grunted, and then asked, “I suppose this is a common item used by people from your village?”

She nodded, and slipped the lighter back into her backpack. She hoped that her answer would be enough for him, but he wasn’t going to let this slip as easily as the flashlight.

“You have many strange items from your home, miko. How is it that this Sesshomaru has never even heard of such devices?”

Kagome grew a little nervous. She didn’t want to lie to him. She hated lying. She sucked at it, and just knew her face showed her deceit. She opted for the truth... sort of. “You have never been to my home, Sesshomaru-sama. It is far away from your domain.”

“You are not telling me the whole truth miko, but this Sesshomaru will not force it from you tonight.”

Kagome breathed a sigh of relief when he stood up and wandered off. ‘Dang it! I knew I was a terrible liar! I can’t even tell a half-truth without getting caught!’

Kagome shrugged her latest encounter with Sesshomaru off and busied herself getting ready for bed. She was so very tired. ‘And hungry,’ she discovered as her stomach chose then to grumble in protest. As if he knew, Tala suddenly made his appearance, and with him he brought several items of vegetation that looked like it was edible. A few rounded pieces of strange fruit, and some sticks. Kagome figured she would pass on the sticks. “Arigato, Tala! You have saved the day,” she praised. The creature actually appeared to grin in pride, causing her to once again wonder at his true intelligence.