Just Another Lemon

Usually a fairly patient youkai, Sesshomaru was beginning to think he was finding his limits. Streaks of pale light had long ago filtered into the cave signaling dawn, yet the miko was still sleeping. It had been hours since he had found the interesting and strange implements in her bag, and he had thought by now, he would have had some answers.

Glancing at the slumbering onna, he recalled how he had woken her the previous day. She had seemed to enjoy that wake-up call. Perhaps a repeat performance was in order?

Climbing into the bed beside her, he restrained a chuckle when she whined and tried to hug the furs tighter to her form as he worked his way under them, allowing some of the cool, cave air to reach her warm skin. He burrowed under the warmth, scooting his body down and allowing his long legs to hang out from the bottom of the pallet as he aligned his mouth with the mound between her thighs.

Slowly, he brushed his hand over her left leg. She shivered slightly in her sleep, but allowed him to pull her leg toward himself, parting her thighs so that he could shift and rest between them. Laying on his belly, he blew a cooling breath across her hot spot, delighting at her soft, garbled moan of 'Mmmm...Sho'maru'. His tongue darted out then, easily parting her soft labia and sinking into her folds to find her sensitive button.

Kagome, still half asleep, moved her right hand down to find the source of the delightful, warm, wetness at her core. When her fingers came into contact with a lock of smooth, silky hair, they closed tightly around it, rubbing the strands between her fingers and allowing the texture to register in her senses.

The delightful pressure between her thighs increased, and her head tossed to the side as a low, deep sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. "Oh, Sess," she breathed as she blinked her deep brown eyes open. "Mmmm...that feels so good."

Growling contentedly at the praise, Sesshomaru continued his ministrations as his miko came fully awake. Carefully, trying not to draw her attention to its movement, he dangled his left hand over the side of the bed, and searched out the purple, vibrating toy. Finding it, he slowly pulled it back under the covers, intent on seeing just what kind of reaction its use would garner.

Kagome gasped as something strange and cold touched her heated core. She heard a soft 'click', and any thought she'd been pondering flew from her mind. All that remained was a sweet, delicious vibration that seemed to encompass her very being. The cold, vibrating thing moved suddenly, falling from her clit to press against her entrance, and she automatically bucked her hips in response. The coldness seemed to seep into her, but Sesshomaru's hot mouth over her clit joined the sensations and she suddenly felt overwhelmed. She cried out, and the seeping cold suddenly became a swift thrusting, all the while sending wonderful vibrations into her sensitive body.

Sesshomaru smirked against his bitch's sex. Apparently, the strange phallus did pleasure her. He suckled greedily at her clit as he began a fast, deep rhythm with the purple toy into her cavern. Kagome arched against his movements, and he deftly turned the little knob farther as he pushed it into her. The thing whirred even louder, thought the sound was muffled with each inward intrusion, and within only a few more thrusts, Kagome was arching, shivering and gasping for breath.

His own cock throbbed intensely, and he decided it was quite jealous of the fake, and he pulled the toy from Kagome's still convulsing hole. Switching it off, he tossed it carelessly over the edge of the pallet and crawled up her body.

When his head peaked out from under the covers, coming just even with hers, the miko finally began to control her breathing.

"What...was that?" she panted softly.

"Hn," he sounded out just before planting a passionate, yet chaste kiss on her soft lips. "I should think you would know, since you are the one that brought it."

He watched as she paled slightly with the realisation he had found her 'toys'. However, her embarrassment was quickly replaced with a flash of anger that the taiyoukai was not expecting.

"You went through my bag?!" she practically shouted, her expression incredulous.

The Western Lord's eyebrows knit together in confusion momentarily before he realised the problem - she assumed that he had been snooping through her things. Quickly, not wanting her anger to interfere with his plans, he explained to her how her bag had 'come to life', playing off his curiosity as a need to protect her from whatever creature had slipped into the cave.

Kagome, embarrassed at his discovery, but whole-heartedly believing his explanation, had the grace to look ashamed for jumping to conclusions.

"Sorry," she whispered, her head turned to the side to avoid his gaze. "I shouldn't have gotten mad...I just-"

"Shhh..." he interrupted as his long, slender fingers wrapped around her chin and guided her face back to his for another kiss.

Kagome gave up on her attempt at an apology as their tongues met in a slow dance. 'Kami, his kisses turn me to mush,' she thought. Every part of her felt helpless each time his lips met hers, and it was maddening. She moaned into his mouth, and felt his hardness press against her thigh in response.

He shifted to bring his pulsing need to her core, but she pulled away suddenly and scooted up the bed. Sesshomaru growled his disapproval, but the miko made no attempt to move back underneath him.

Damn the woman! Did she not realise the need he had to pound into her slick heat? Had he not just pleasured her?

Kagome leaned over the side of the pallet to get her bag, and realised that all the toys were strewn on the floor. She slipped completely out of the bed without further thought, ignoring the growling Inu she left behind, to look at the array.

Feeling suddenly empowered by his distress at her leaving him unfulfilled, the miko turned and growled back, surprising her youkai lover into silence.

"Since it seems you are so interested in my toys, perhaps I should put them to use?" she asked silkily, one eyebrow raised in a mocking fashion. The dog demon, still amazingly quiet, shifted his gaze from her to the 'toys', and then back again. Kagome fought the urge to giggle at the inquisitive look her gave her.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she purred as she bent down to pick up a few things. He was surprised to see her choices - the feather, the second pair of handcuffs, and the strange whip. How on Earth could anyone use a whip as a pleasure tool, anyway? Well, he supposed, he would soon find out.

When he realised her intent was to once again shackle him, he shook his head and bared his fangs at her. "Not again, woman," he intoned haughtily.

He turned to lay on his back as she stood over the bed, and she moved to straddle his middle. She leaned down, her breasts brushing softly against his hard chest as she licked his ear. "Don't you trust me?" she pouted into its shell.

Sesshomaru gulped audibly. How could he not trust her? She had been nothing but honest and loyal to a fault for as long as he had known her. And besides, the last time she had used the cuffs on him it had worked out quite well, hadn't it?

"I trust you," he finally answered honestly. "But this Sesshomaru would not appreciate being bound with those 'cuffs' again."

Kagome paused above him, the furry cuffs still dangling from her right hand. "Would you let me do something else, then?" she asked.

"As long as it does not require this Sesshomaru to be shackled in such a manner," he conceded.

Kagome smiled almost deviously, and leaned over the edge of the bed once more. He heard the soft 'clink' of the fur covered, metal handcuffs dropping to the floor, and silently sighed his relief. His real reason for not wanting to wear them again was that he knew it would lead to the second pair being broken, and he had quite enjoyed using them to bind the miko. He hoped he would get the opportunity again.

When Kagome sat up again, she had the blindfold in her hand. Sesshomaru quirked a perfectly sculpted brow, but allowed her to place the cloth over his eyes.

"You'll have to hold still," she whispered, her breath fanning hotly across his ear as she settled the flimsy blind into place. "Since you wont let me tie you up."

One corner of the taiyoukai's mouth twitched. "I did not say you could not tie me," he said smoothly.

The miko's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "But, you said-"

"I said I did not wish to be shackled," he interrupted.

He felt her weight shift, then leave him, and he listened as her feet padded across the floor to where the basket of cord was. When she returned, she leaned over his form, and the tips of her breasts ghosted over his skin again, reminding him of his still-hard desire.

"Sit up," she commanded softly as her hands tugged at his shoulders. He complied without a thought, allowing her to bind his hands together at the wrist behind his back. She then pushed him gently back down on the bed, and moved to bind his ankles in a manner similar to the way he had tied her.

"Good puppy," she whispered huskily, patting his right leg as she finished. Sesshomaru snarled lightly in response, but did not voice any complaints.

Kagome looked over her lover with lust-glazed eyes. His shoulders were stretched a bit broadly to accommodate his bound hands, and his back was slightly arched. The muscles in his torso seemed to ripple under her intense gaze, and she watched, fascinated, as his straining arousal twitched slightly in anticipation. His legs were splayed, but she had left enough slack in the rope to allow him some movement.

Pleased with the beautiful picture he presented, she leaned over his body and retrieved the feather and whip she had left on the bed. Sensing her nearness, he arched up to rub his body enticingly against her warmth. With a soft moan, Kagome stood back up, dropping the whip to the floor for the time being.

She felt incredibly powerful, knowing she had such a gorgeous, strong demon tied up and waiting, wanting any touch she might allow. His breathing was just a bit erratic, his muscles tensed with his need for fulfillment. It was exhilarating, and she was incredibly turned on by it. She could feel her body heating, her inner muscles quivering excitedly.

She watched Sesshomaru's sensitive nostrils flare as the scent of her renewed arousal hit him. He tensed a bit more, the muscles in his abdominals and powerful thighs bunching while he waited for her next move, and she realised she had been staring at him for several minutes.

She kneeled beside the bed, and her heart rate climbed as she held the feathered stick over him. Would he like it? Hate it? Where should she brush it first?

Deciding she didn't want to keep him waiting forever, she finally twisted her wrist, letting the feathers just barely graze over the skin of his legs. He inhaled sharply at the light touch, and her body shivered in response.

She explored every part of his body within easy access with the feather, spending extra time on any areas that made his breath hitch or his skin jump. His sides seemed particularly ticklish, and she began running the feather along his ribcage lightly, then soothing the twitching nerves with kisses, only to brush the feather over his body again. It was delightful torture for them both.

When the taiyoukai's breath started coming in soft pants, Kagome dropped the feather in favor of the whip. He was youkai, after all, and seemed to enjoy a bit of pain. His reactions to her bites and scratches were what prompted her to buy the cat-o-nine-tails in the first place, and she was going to make sure the 2,400 yen was well-spent.

Her breathing was slightly ragged as she held herself back from ravishing him to drag the cool leather teasingly across the soft skin of his belly. She wondered how much he could take before he broke free, or before he begged for completion. A shiver of delight coursed through her form at the thought of him begging her to ease his need.

Kagome pulled the whip from his skin, only to arc it back down across his flesh in a light lash. His sharp inhale at the sensation caused a giggle from his tormentor.

"Wench," he rasped out. "What is so amusing?"

"You," she answered simply as she sent another soft smack across his abdomen. His breath escaped in a hiss as she delivered the third blow, and she stroked a fourth and fifth in quick succession.

Sesshomaru panted heavily. His man-hood was throbbing painfully with need, and the slight sting of the whipping she delivered just seemed to make his arousal increase. He no longer doubted the strange whip's use as a pleasure tool. The stinging sensation across his middle was certainly delightful.

He hissed again in pleasure as she delivered another blow, slightly harder, across the broad expanse of his chest. With the next blow, the leather straps smacked against his left nipple, and the hiss became a deep groan.

Kagome noticed the change, and sent the next lash over his right nipple, eliciting another deep sound from his throat. She dragged the whip down over his body, allowing the straps to brush over his pulsing cock, and his breath hitched.

Carefully, unsure if it would be too painful, she ever-so-lightly delivered a blow to his beautiful, hard staff.

Sesshomaru shivered almost fitfully. He had not been expecting a lash to his most sensitive area, but he could not deny the rush of heated pleasure it caused. "Again," he hissed, and was rewarded with another light slap of leather. He moaned as the slight sting of her tentative blow hit him, and again he asked for more.

"Another!" His voice sounded odd and gravely to his own ears, almost pleading. But by kami, he wanted her to whip him again! What an incredible sensation, to have such a sensitive area, already slightly pained from his need, to receive such a fantastic stinging.

Kagome was surprised at his delight in this new pain, and her third strike landed a bit heavier. The bound and blindfolded Inu Lord groaned and arched, and she soothed the sting by dragging the cords slowly across his abused member after the blow.

"You like it?" Her words came out in a breathy moan, and she hit him again.

"Yesssss...." he hissed. "Harder, my bitch!"

The miko's legs jerked, her core contracting tightly at his words. "Oh," she moaned, overcome with a deep, burning desire for the youkai who was delighting in her torture. She used more force in her next blow, and his body jerked on the bed.

"Ah!" he yelped, though she was not sure if it was in pain or pleasure. She crawled up on the bed between his legs, and bent to sooth the burn of her lashes with her soft tongue. She suckled lightly on his pulsing head as he groaned and tilted his groin to make her take more of him into her hot mouth. She pulled away, and he made a pitiful, keening sound, but she turned it into another pleasured groan as she whipped him once more. Several times she repeated the process; whip, lick, suck, repeat. Sesshomaru arched and bucked against both the lashes and her wet mouth, until she could take no more and tossed the whip away.

She crawled up his body, making sure to rub against him wantonly on her ascent. Her need to feel him inside her was becoming painful. She settled herself just above him, her dripping, aching core just high enough to not be touching him, yet still feel the heat radiating off his throbbing, turgid length.

"Mmmm," she moaned, dropping her hips down to grind against his abused flesh. He arched beneath her, growling as her heat teased his needy cock.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her voice deepened with lust.

"Yesss," he ground out between clenched teeth, as she slid along his shaft tauntingly.

"Do you need me?" she prompted, wiggling her hips and pressing her clit against the head of his burning hot erection.

"Kami, woman," he bit out. "Are you going to fuck me, or what?" he growled.

A gush of molten heat flowed to Kagome's nether regions at his words, and she lifted herself up, positioning his tip at her entrance. She did not sink down onto his waiting member, however, and Sesshomaru snarled in want and tried to buck his hips up to enjoy her tight heat.

"No," she stated firmly, pulling up and away from his thrust. She leaned down, capturing one of his earlobes in her mouth and nipping at it playfully. "Say you belong to me," she whispered into his sensitive ear, using his own trick against him. "Tell me how much you long to feel my pussy clenching you tightly." She couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed by her own, surprisingly foul mouth. She wanted him, needed him to ache for her. She pressed down and allowed just the tip of his hot penis to enter her, then pulled away again.

Sesshomaru growled deeply. He was nearly beyond pain, his body burned with desire, his throbbing cock aching in an excruciatingly beautiful way from her tortures.

"Tell me," she prompted again, scooting back to allow him a slight entrance once more before pulling away. "Tell me!" she demanded.

Sesshomaru swallowed his pride, tossing it aside to make way for the more important part of himself that needed a tight, hot sheath right now. "I need you," he finally relented. "Kami, woman, I need you!"

"And who do you belong to?" she said so softly he almost didn't hear her, though she was still right next to his ear. She tilted her hips, allowing him to sink a bit deeper inside her, this time not bothering to pull away.

"This Sesshomaru belongs to you," he whispered back, "and no other."

She sat up straight and slammed herself down, impaling herself fully on his needy length before his words completely registered. She stilled, shocked, when the last part of what he said registered in her mind.

"What did you say?" she asked breathlessly.

He twisted underneath her, jerking slightly as he used his sharp claws to finally tear through the cord binding his wrists. His arms darted out, one encircling her back and pulling her back down to him, the other finding her hips and forcing her to move against him. Her hands desperately tugged the blindfold from his head so that she could look into his eyes, and she searched for any sign that she had heard him correctly. His blood-red orbs revealed only his desire to fill her.

He growled softly, nipping at her lips. "I said," he groaned, pulling her down farther so the could ravage her mouth. "This Sesshomaru," he thrust upwards, hard, pulling a gasp of pleasure from her throat as she tilted her head back and bared her jugular to him. "Belongs," another deep, hard thrust. "To you," his claws raked against her back, drawing thin red welts across her skin as she shivered in delight at the pain. "And," he continued as she began moaning at each deep intrusion into her core. "No other," he finally finished.

Kagome arched up in ecstasy as his words and his thick cock both sank into her fully. "Oh, Kami!" she growled as his tip connected forcefully with the end of her. She ground herself painfully against him, and her body shook and strained as the full force of her orgasm washed over her.

"Oh, FUCK!," she screamed as he continued to pound upward into her clenching, giving body, forcefully pushing against her cervix with each sharp thrust. She leaned back and grasped his muscular thighs with both hands, her nails digging deeply into his flesh as she tensed and shivered above him. She mumbled incoherently as her body continued to convulse, and finally, Sesshomaru tensed as well, snarling in pure bliss as his seed shot forth in spurts.

Kagome shook fitfully at his release, her mouth opening in a silent, breathless scream as she felt his hot essence filling her, and a final orgasm tore through her body in waves.

Sesshomaru's clawed hands both held her lower back as she arched the final time, his claws sinking slightly into her skin as the last of his seed emptied into her waiting, convulsing core. His snarl became a howl of pleasure as he shook with the aftershocks, and Kagome fell forward, collapsing on top of him in a breathless mess.

Gulping and gasping to regain her breath, the miko shakily raised her arms up and grasped the sides of her youkai lover's face in her hot palms. "Sesh...shou..." she panted. Unable to communicate the was she wanted to, she dropped her mouth down and fit it snuggly against his, pouring as much of the complicated emotions she was feeling into the kiss as she could. One of his tired arms rose up off the flat of the bed and came to rest at the nape of her neck, directing her with light pressure to tilt her head slightly, so he could deepen the fleshy embrace.

Sesshomaru rolled onto his side, barely even aware of the ties that still held his legs to the pallet, Kagome still held tightly against his chest. Their kiss never broke as they moved, and, in fact, Kagome continued to press her lips against his even as she allowed her exhaustion to pull her into recuperative sleep.

Sesshomaru, noticing the miko's evened breathing, smiled slightly against her mouth, but did not release his hold. He, too, allowed himself to relax and slip into a light sleep, his lips never moving from hers.

Demon and miko slept lightly, their warm, tired limbs entwined, their soft lips refusing to leave the each other's.