Demon Slayer Sango

*Kicks Aff.net* This is a repost after the website's data loss problem.

Lots of Sango/Sesshomaru here.

This story is now rated 'M'.

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Chapter 8

A piercing golden stare shot in Sango's direction. He said nothing for a seemingly interminable amount of time. A paralyzing wave of doubt suddenly bore down on her, causing second thoughts. 'No, I do want him,' she reassured herself. 'But what now?'

It hit her like a massive earthquake after the battle ended. Sesshomaru hadn't been a petty bastard after all in setting her against the bear youkai. He had known all along that she would prevail, and had no interest in stripping her of her dignity. Indeed it had been quite the opposite. The private, only-for-her look of pride after the end of the fight had told the whole story. Rather than punishment, Sesshomaru had done her a large favor by revealing her strength and skill to the wider inuyoukai community.

She had garnered their respect, something that would significantly help her career as a taijiya in the long run. Sesshomaru had planned it and saw it through to its conclusion. Of course Sango wondered why he did it at all. 'Why do me any favors? I'm supposed to be a lowly human.' Assuming it must again have something to do with Rin, she could not be certain. She was unprepared to pursue it with questions at present and decided to let it go for the time being. Warily grateful, her opinion of him was beginning to change.

There was something else. During the previous twenty-four hours it had finally begun to dawn on Sango that the cause of her strange bodily sensations and insistent, growing inner need had to do with Sesshomaru. He was beautiful and sensual and powerful and Sango could no longer deny that she wanted him. He had a profound effect on her, something she had never before experienced with anyone. Thus when he had pressed her on what she wanted in payment for spending time with Rin, the truth had simply slipped out: she preferred him.

"You want what, exterminator?" He asked calmly, pushing away from the window to face her. He had not expected this and meant to know her motivations. Sango crept forward. 'Have I completely lost my mind? But I can't back down now....'

"I-I have never...been touched by a man...I want to know what it is like." He studied her face and then looked away and began to slowly pace back and forth in front of his desk, apparently lost in thought.

Sango was unsure what to do. He seemed to utterly withdraw from her. 'Maybe I should just run,' she thought.

After a minute or two the taiyoukai stopped pacing and turned to her. He spoke serenely. "You wish to lay with me human woman, to share sexual congress?" Sango swallowed hard at his directness and stepped close enough to tentatively grasp one graceful clawed hand. She tucked her soft palm next to his surprisingly warm one. Encouraged that he did not withdraw it she boldly knit their fingers together.

"Yes, lord Sesshomaru. I want to, to do...that." Her words trailed off and she lowered her eyes to stare at the ground. Sango imagined her cheeks were now bright red from embarrassment and began to tremble slightly, suddenly afraid of what he might say next. This had to be one the most vulnerable moments of her life. Sango longed for him to ease her fears in some way, to touch her, reassure her. Instead the youkai lord stood silent.

'What do you want to do here,' Sesshomaru asked himself. He had to admit he was curious. Ever since encountering Sango the taiyoukai had wondered what it would be like to bed her, remembering the day he retrieved his ward from her cottage. Then as now the huntress exuded vitality and strength and honesty. She had performed with fortitude and courage in her fight with the bear youkai, just as he calculated she would. This woman possessed a high degree of character.

Sesshomaru also found her beautiful in an unaffected way. As a number of demonesses at the inuyoukai court already knew, he wasn't one to casually dismiss the attentions of an appropriately desirable female. He could not deny that he found the young taijiya of interest as a bedmate.

He looked away, close to a decison. "I do not believe you have thoroughly considered what you are asking, huntress. I am taiyoukai in blood and breeding. You are a destroyer of youkai. Does that not say anything to you?"

She felt a gentle squeeze of her hand as he spoke and it actually seemed like something similar to affection. Butterflies began taking flight inside her as she wondered, 'Since when are things like this done with thorough consideration?' Then, "And you dislike humans Sesshomaru-sama, very much as I seem to remember."

Point taken. He discreetly sniffed the air. 'Not a hint of an ulterior motive, utterly honest.' Usually when court noblewomen approached him sexually they wanted something tangible besides the act itself, such as a better place at court for themselves or their fathers or some other gesture of public recognition. It disgusted him at times, this bedroom intrigue. However he had seen no other way to satisfy his needs until he found a mate.

Here was a creature who had no designs at all beyond her stated interest. She stood before him open, lovely. Sesshomaru experienced a sharp pang of desire as her arousal came to him, strong and distinct. It went straight to the primal region of his youkai brain, the part that operated on pure instinct. Oh yes, he wanted her. The inuyoukai lord growled faintly deep in his throat.

Sango looked up in an attempt to read his thoughts but failed, unable to penetrate his neutral stare. Feeling a deep tingle begin to tug low in her belly, it dawned on her how close they now were. Aura or not, he affected her physically. She closed her eyes to savor the feel of his thumb caressing the back of her hand. Sesshomaru marveled at the effect of such a light touch. 'If she is this responsive now...'

"What about the monk," he asked, not releasing her hand from his. "He would not likely decline an offer to...instruct you, as you say." He was apparently referring to the night he saw her in the arms of the houshi outside Inuyasha's hut.

"What?... You must mean Miroku..." Sango shook her head. The dark-haired monk was as far from her thoughts as anything at the moment. "Perhaps he would, I do not know," she murmured while looking up at Sesshomaru with somber eyes. "I care for him as a friend, he is a good man in many respects. But I do not want him that way." She then brought his hand to her cheek, and cradled her head in his palm. He raised a graceful eyebrow.

"The monk is one of your own kind and yet you prefer to be with a youkai? Humans make little sense..." A pause. "Well then." A decision had been reached. Putting a bit of distance between them he spoke directly. "I have decided to grant what you want. You will follow me." He began to walk toward a door at the far end of the library.

"What? Right now?" She held back and remained rooted to the spot, suddenly unsure. For all her boldness Sango now felt nervous knowing he intended to accommodate her. Besides that, he was behaving so cooly and methodically about the situation. Not that she expected romantic speeches or dewy phrases from the youkai, but his behavior now threw her off.

Halting halfway to the door, he turned. "Why do you hesitate? You have declared that it is your desire to bed with me, exterminator. Has that changed?" He tilted his head slightly, questioning.

"N-no, but, ummm...I-I..." She fidgeted, unable to find her voice.

He suddenly understood. 'These humans and their emotions!...Why do they never just get to the point? So much unneccessary hedging. I suppose I am feeling gracious today.'

The demon lord smiled and gave a look of reassurance as he returned with extended arms to where she stood. Enfolding her body in a close embrace, he whispered in her ear. "Come to me, beautiful Sango. I will not hurt you." Tilting her head, he began to slowly and delicately kiss the corners of her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered and she felt dizzy as he deepened the kiss, which she returned. Finally breaking away with a gentle bite to her lower lip, Sesshomaru gazed into her eyes as he caressed her face with his fingertips. "Do you understand now," he murmured, and kissed her once more.

She nodded, dumbfounded. "Yes."


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"Sister, did you get your invitation from lady Hisako?" A comely young demoness sat down next to her equally fetching sibling.

"I did just this morning, Midori." Kaiya and Midori were the children of Lord Akira, one of Sesshomaru's advisors. The elder Midori now watched her as her younger sister painted designs on fine linen-- the young demoness was a recognized talent in art at court. Unmarried, both had recently come of age, Kaiya having just turned eighteen and Midori twenty. Being beautiful neither lacked suitors, but so far their father had forbidden any requests for formal courtship of his daughters. Kaiya expected that soon his attitude would change.

"What can it mean," asked Midori.

"I asked father. He told me not to say anything outside of the family, so don't tell anyone. Apparently Lord Sesshomaru will soon take a mate. The eligible ladies of the court are being assembled for the next feast of the new moon. Father says my lord will begin his courtship then. Our invitations from lady Hisako suggest that we are included." Kaiya spoke calmly. Apparently she had been in possession of this knowledge for quite some time. Midori's eyes widened. The younger demoness had a sharper wit and keener intelligence than her older sister, and was recognized as such both within and outside the family. Being good natured Midori did not chafe at the distinction between them, and was devoted to Kaiya.

"What??? My lord is seeking a mate? Who has he chosen?"

"Will you listen, Midori? I said he is beginning his search. Apparently he has chosen no one yet."

"Oh to be Mistress of this place! How exciting!" Midori spun around, suddenly lost on a cloud of fantasy.

"You want to be mated to that cold demon? He will rarely have time for his wife, let alone harbor any affection for her."

"But he is the master! It would be a great honor to our family to be chosen as his Lady." Kaiya couldn't argue with that. "And he is so handsome, so beautiful!" She couldn't argue with that either. Most every young demoness she knew at court had gushed over their lord's fine appearance, and seemed to care not a whit about his famously cold disposition. Not Kaiya. She wanted a husband who would love her, cherish her, feel passion for her. She doubted Sesshomaru-sama had ever experienced anything approaching passion or love.

"Oh what to wear, what to wear!" Midori squealed and recommenced her twirling.

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Looking up at the cold youkai lord Sango could hear the voice of her father echoing in the back of her mind. "Human women who give themselves to demons are a disgrace to their people, and are rightly despised as weak, wanton creatures." She took a deep breath. 'Father, please forgive this,' she thought to herself, and began to tremble as Sesshomaru traced her lips with the tip of his finger.

They were now in what appeared to be his private bedroom. It was simply and elegantly furnished but Sango barely took note. Slowly he began to part her robe, watching carefully for signs of hesitation in her eyes. Finding none he opened it to reveal fine, smooth shoulders and full, soft breasts. Searching lips began to lay a trail of tender kisses below her ear and down along her throat, bringing soft sighs from the taijiya. He stopped after arriving at the scar just above her collarbone. "Did I do this?" She nodded, remembering their sparring session. She then felt a most soothing sensation-- his tongue licked at the area around the cut, gently caressing and tending her skin.

Sango wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth of his body beneath her hands. Tentatively parting the front of his silk kimono, she brought searching fingers to his chest, finding smooth, velvety skin that covered well-defined muscles. He released a quiet sigh and seemed to welcome her caress. Shrugging off his upper robe he allowed her further access while at the same time lowering them to the bed.

He allowed her to explore, to learn his body. A delicate touch trailed over his shoulders, his throat, his face, his arms. A deep rumble similar to a purr emanating from his chest thrilled Sango. 'Did I do that?' She then leaned in to gently kiss the demon markings on his face and wrists-- "Beautiful," she murmured. His hands slid up to cup her waist, and he responded to her attentions with a slow, hot kiss.

Wanting to know more of his lovely little prize, he eventually pushed her gently onto her back. Fingers, lips and tongue began to search over her body, and clothes fell away piece by piece. She found him surprisingly gentle as he took his time bringing her to a state of deep arousal. After a while she lay naked beneath him, and he drew back to gaze at her. 'Quite satisfactory,' he thought. Lithe and supple, her body quivered under his hands as Sesshomaru now began to massage her breasts. Leaning in, he licked and tasted the soft skin around her nipples.

"Oh!" A sharp wave of need swept through her as he began nipping and sucking at her hardening buds. She bit her lip. He then began to hungrily suckle at her now fully hard nipples, and it was as if a flame ignited her entire being. She cried out in pleasure and shock at the power of this attention. Searching hands went to his waist and she caressed his sides and firm, tight hips. A hot wave of desire began to pool between her legs.

Letting her recover momentarily, he whispered, "Do you still want this, girl? There is time to decline." He trailed his hand over her belly down to her thigh, pleased with the sigh it managed to elicit from her.

"Y-yes. Please don't stop." Sango let out a soft moan and parted her legs slightly. He then laid his body over her, his lower half still dressed. Wanting her to become accustomed to the feel of his weight between her legs, he gently ground his pelvis against her own, letting her feel him. A tide of lust like she'd never felt before ripped through her body as something thick and hard pressed close to her depths. Sango grasped at his arms, whimpering and squirming from his insistent grinding. He silenced her loud gasps with devastating kisses, hotly nipping at her lips and the flesh of her throat.

"Oh no...oh! Something is! Oh! Wait!" The aching need between her legs finally gave way to a bone-shaking orgasm. Her body bucked beneath him, shuddering as the delicious wave took over. Panting and still holding tight to his body, she finally began to come back down to earth. Sango hadn't meant to come so quickly. The combination of his erotic grinding and lustful kisses had simply driven her over the edge.

"A good start. You are orgasmic. That is a positive sign." He pulled back and began to remove the rest of his clothing. 'How can he be so formal about this,' she wondered, beginning an inner dialogue. 'Oh that's right, he's a stoic, calculating, self-satisfied youkai that's how. How could I forget? Well what did you expect, Sango?'

Her criticisms did not interfere with the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying herself, and smiled at the sight of his now fully nude body. Long and lean yet solid, he was a picture of healthy masculinity. 'So perfect' she thought, gawking in the dim light. She relished the thought of continuing their activity. Laying back, she pressed closer to him as he rejoined her on the bed. He smelled wonderful, masculine and clean and fresh, like a mixture of the deep green of the forest and ancient spices. She welcomed the lazy caresses he now trailed over her legs and hips.

"You have a fine body, Sango. I will enjoy you." Parting her legs he began a slow, gentle caress of her feminine depths. Her back arched at his insistent attentions and another lustful spike of need shot through her. She felt the iron strength of his arms, the smooth perfection of his skin next to hers. Parting her lips she began to suck his tongue and reveled in the sensual glory of his mouth.

"Are you ready," he breathed, pulling back briefly to examine her. The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Slipping one arm beneath her body to support her, he spread her legs apart with the other. He then spoke in a soft, instructive voice. "There will be a brief moment of pain. That is your maidenhead breaking. I will try to minimize your discomfort as much as I can. Just relax and breathe." She nodded and buried her head in the hollow of his throat. A veil of white hair covered her face as she felt him lift his body onto hers and pull her thighs around him.

Sango felt a blunt, stiff member pushing at her. Shutting her eyes tight, she clenched her teeth as he suddenly drove himself deep inside her body. She felt a rip as he entered and cried out briefly with the sharp pain. He stopped all movement. "Are you alright girl?"

"Yes. Don't stop," she said taking a deep breath. She would see this through.

He then began a slow, gentle rocking of her hips. 'So tight,' he thought to himself. Not wanting to rush, he enjoyed the gentle pace. Her face told him of the wonder and new sensations she felt and he smiled slightly, leaning in to kiss her tenderly.

For her part Sango felt a deep joy at the gentleness and careful attention he was giving her. It had been a risk, seeking comfort this way with a demon. Reassured that her choice had been a good one, she lost herself and began to moan as his now more insistent thrusts became faster, stimulating her inside. The pain she initially experienced had receded, and was replaced by a deep pleasure as his erection rubbed against her sensitive hidden places. Her fingertips traced the sides of his body and she arched her back to allow him more access.

"Sango," he breathed. Thrusting far into her, the demon lord felt the tension building in his body. He hadn't realized her name escaped his lips as he adjusted his position to begin an intense pumping. Raising her leg over his shoulder he drove into her, and his eyes shut in concentration.

"Oh!" The need inside Sango began to become insistent, and she soon came to her peak with a profound gasp of release. He soon followed, giving a few last deep thrusts just before climaxing. Pulling out after a few minutes, he lay next to her satiated body.

Several minutes passed before anyone spoke.

"Were you pleased," he finally asked.

Sango felt as if she were floating. "More than pleased," she murmured, still dazed.

"That is satisfactory to me." Sesshomaru lifted on an elbow and kissed her. She smiled at him, grateful.

"Thank you," she whispered and kissed his shoulder.

"Do not thank me. I have no need of that. I said I would do this and there it is. Let us speak no more for now." Sango quieted, and an arm slid around her. She felt safe and protected as he pulled her close to him. Content and thoroughly warmed throughout, she soon dropped off to sleep.

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