Angelus

Author's note: lemon ahead, be warned! And oh, if you made it this far into the story, please leave a review!

Chapter 8

On the days after the unprovoked slaughtering of the cat demons, Sesshomaru appeared to hold a grudge against Kitana. Although he was not one to speak aloud of his predicament, his attitude grew more hostile than it usually was. He never gave Kitana any time to meditate or do her weird energy training, the sparring sessions became harder and longer than ever for her, and they were still travelling long after the sun had come down.

This harsh treatment had positive results on Kitana’s strength and power though. She was regaining her abilities faster than ever and the balance of strength between the two protagonists became a little bit less unequal. Sesshomaru was still much stronger and his speed was unmatched, but Kitana was adapting her sneaky attacks and retreats to his style and soon she was aiming true. Both of them were now taking hits, although Sesshomaru still evaded most of them. However, his dissatisfaction seemed only to grow while the days passed and he kept going at her harder and harder, until he couldn't bear with it anymore.

"Woman, you will stop this immediately!" he shouted to Kitana before his Tokijin clashed with her spiked forearms.

"What? Stop what? Defending myself?" she answered, swiping at his legs with her tail.

"You are mocking This Sesshomaru!" he said, pushing her a good twelve feet away from him with a blast from Tokijin.

She stopped moving and crouched low, her tail swirling furiously around her as she was tensing her muscles to jump at her opponent.

"What are you talking about? Do I look like I'm laughing at you?" she said, dashing madly toward him, claws ready to strike.

He evaded the attack easily but was caught off guard by a slash of her tail on the backside of his knees. Almost jerked out of balance, he managed to land on his feet and turned to her, his eyes clouded with a raging anger.

“You are not fighting honorably. You use only the smallest amount of energy that you need to defend yourself against This Sesshomaru. You are not retaliating with your full strength. You were fighting much more fiercely against the lowly cat demons. It is insulting to This Sesshomaru to be treated like this. Do you think me weak?”

That being said, he almost caught her off guard with an attack from his energy whip. She managed to dodge his attack and jumped on a high branch, out of his reach. Frowning, she looked at him with hardened eyes.

“I thought you said those sparring matches were intended to increase my physical strength so I could ward off the attacks of the terrible Naraku, who seems to be very busy elsewhere if you ask me. The only way for me to attack you more fiercely would be to use my powers, which you so obviously despise.”

Sesshomaru recomposed himself and nonchalantly put a stray lock of hair behind his left shoulder.

“You are stronger than you were, strong enough to fight against any of his disgusting offspring. But he would still be able to absorb you if he attacked you directly. I cannot risk that. I want you to be able to evade him completely, not just his puppets. You will need to use your abilities at their fullest to do so, and This Sesshomaru is certainly strong enough to withstand them. From now on, you will attack me with all your strength.”

He turned on his heels and walked away from her, in direction of his followers. Kitana took a deep breath in before answering to his departing form.

“I won’t.”

He stopped dead in his track, feeling his ire rising. No one dared to confront him directly in such a way. Those who did never lived to tell the tale.

“I used my full strength only once in my life and I will never do it again. You don’t have the slightest idea of the damages I can do.”

Sensing a catastrophe was about to happen if she judged his temper correctly, she quickly continued.

“However, I will indulge you and involve myself more fully into the training. I don’t want to be absorbed by Naraku, whatever it means, you can count on that.”

When he turned around to look at her, she was gone. He stared for a whole minute at the spot were she was standing mere seconds ago before turning again and resuming his walk. Those fights would get more interesting soon he thought, and maybe, maybe help him to become stronger. And after all, it would give Kitana’s presence in his group an explanation and a purpose that his logical mind found much more appealing than merely counteracting Naraku’s schemes...

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The uneasy atmosphere of the later days melted away like snow under the summer sun. The taiyoukai continued to spar with Kitana everyday and since she added her particular abilities to the fights, they had become much more heated. Sesshomaru had regularly faced and defeated enemies who were on control of an element of another, be it water, thunder or fire, but never one who could switch to an element from another in the blink of an eye, and attack physically at the same time. Her attacks were still lacking in power and control and she had to be very concentrated to produce them but he found he really enjoyed those moments; the speed of his reactions and his thinking abilities were put to the test. He found out that his black-skinned companion enjoyed it too, especially when it was obvious that she wouldn’t be able to corner him whatever she did. Sparring against each other was challenging to both of them, and they both welcomed challenges openly.

Despite the hard training and the hours spent journeying into deep woods or across the countryside, Kitana’s mind was constantly wandering back to the day of the cat demons. Back to these precious few moments when the green eyes of the red-headed princess met with her own golden ones. Melancholy settled upon her then, and it took all the antics and the playful imagination of the human child to take her out of that gloomy set of mind.

Rin’s attachment to Kitana had only grown over time. To Sesshomaru’s irritation and Jaken’s utmost indignation, the child often slept curled beside her, taking care not to hurt herself on her tail or claws. She enjoyed bathing time immensely; Kitana was almost an aquatic creature and the child loved to be hauled around a basin or carried on her back across a larger expanse of water. She learned to sit herself between the first and second rows of spears on Kitana’s back, which were smooth and rounded structures out of battle time. To her surprise, the child found out that these structures could be very strong when she used them to hold onto Kitana, but could also be folded against her friend’s back when she slept or sat, almost disappearing when her singular clothes covered them up.
Rin also discovered how she could put to good use one of her friend’s interesting abilities while she played hide-and-go-seek with her master Jaken. The small green kappa did not enjoy those games at all, being terrified of the punishment bestowed upon him would he loose the child, so he put every energy into finding the annoying girl whenever she disappeared out of his sight. Kitana on the other hand was aware that the taiyoukai knew perfectly well were his little ward was hiding and took some sort of sadistic pleasure in witnessing the anxiety of the kappa. Although they were somewhat on a cold and uneasy truce, not hurting or shouting at each other anymore, Kitana’s appreciation of the diminutive youkai was non existent and the feeling was reciprocated very well. Finding that they were an innocent looking way to harass and make the life of the imp miserable, she started to participate in Rin’s games, giving the child an obvious advantage over the little demon.

In one of those sessions, the young Rin entered a small cave to evade the worried Jaken but she faced a dead-end. Disheartened and knowing she would be caught, she was about to make her location known to Jaken when she heard her name whispered.

“Pssst Rin, look up!”

Kitana had followed her much more efficiently than Jaken ever could and she was there, on the ceiling of the cave. Her claws were not even embedded in the rocky structure; it was as if she was sticking to the rock with both hands and feet. Giggling, the child started bouncing happily when she understood her friend’s idea: she gripped the offered tail that encircled her waist and hauled her to the top of the cave, where she held fiercely to Kitana’s back, helped by the tail. She was delighted when the black creature started moving upside down across the ceiling, making her way to a small natural chimney that led them outside of the cave. She could hear the worried and exhausted kappa screaming her name, and couldn’t help but laugh as Kitana and she went back to Sesshomaru. Jaken was completely dumbfounded by their stunt, he had clearly seen the young girl enter the small cave and yet, she was not there. As he cried and berated himself, preparing to be beheaded by his master for loosing the child, his bulbous eyes couldn’t believe what they saw: there in front of him, walking solemnly toward the cave was his master, followed by Kitana and the little Rin quietly sitting on Ah-Un’s saddle. The green toad couldn’t take more pressure and he fainted, eliciting a cascade of laughter from both girls and even a discreet smirk from his master. Enthralled by their new game, Rin and Kitana took great pleasure in repeating the feat as often as they could, hiding amongst tree branches or scaling rocky cliffs. These were fun moments.

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“Sesshomaru,” Kitana asked some days after the encounter with the cat brothers, as they were walking along a riverbank. His stance showed no recognition, her impolite ways did not bother him anymore; or more precisely, not as much as they used to. But she knew he heard her and continued.

“You never explained what exactly a youkai was”.

Their walk came to a halt almost an hour later, as Rin’s stomach grumbled hungrily. While the little girl was catching some fish in the river with the unwilling help of Jaken, Sesshomaru spoke in an even, calm voice.

“Youkai are what they are. Why are you concerned?”

“It is simply… curiosity. You see, even though humans far outnumber the others, in my travels I met with different species. However I can’t really place the youkai amongst them. If I understand correctly, you and the demons I fought are both youkai?”

He certainly did not appreciate his person being compared with low-level scum such as these filthy cat demons, but he nodded.

“And… Jaken… and Ah-Un… are youkai too?”

He nodded again.

“You see, that’s what I don’t understand. You are all so different outwardly, yet you are part of the same species… It makes no sense.”

“Do not confound different families of youkai, woman. This Sesshomaru is a dog youkai, and those you fought were cat youkai. We are very different. Ah-Un, even though intelligent and useful, is an animalistic youkai, and Jaken is…”

“Yes?”

“Jaken is… Jaken.”

She smirked at that, reacting to the humorous feelings he was having.

“Most youkai species are embodiment of some part of nature. Some are issued from animals, or plants. Others are born out of elements, water, fire, earth. The most elementary youkai though are born out of emotions.”

Puzzled, she frowned. “Emotions?”

He nodded again.

“Human emotions are so strong and uncontrolled they end up stirring up lingering spirits interest and slowly these spirits become youkai, feeding upon the emotion that give them life. Grief, envy, jealousy, hatred. You fought against such youkai when the wind witch tried to capture you. Ugly things born of ugly feelings, with no defined form, far from the superior, more evolved pure-blooded youkai such as This Sesshomaru.”

She was at a lost. Never once she heard of a world where the existence of spirits was recognized as a fact, let alone became alive when subjected to strong emotions. She told herself that she had never met with any primitive civilization either, every nation of the universal government was by nature born from an evolved civilization. Maybe some spiritual elements were lost when technology took the place of mythology? And it did not explain very well what a youkai was, either. That would give her food for thought for a while.

So with them she stayed, musing over her new reality. She continued to train her powers every day, when they paused for a lunch, nap, or a night. Rin was her number one fan, the child never growing tired of her slow, controlled dance involving the elements around her. Her movements even stirred a sensible cord both in the kappa and the taiyoukai, the first one clearly fascinated by them, and the second one not giving one single outward sign of appreciation. However, when she trained she could sometimes feel his gaze upon her and his satisfaction at her ever growing control of the surrounding energies. He had not trained a weakling, that was for sure.

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As Sesshomaru started to inwardly recognize her fighting abilities, he began to give a little more freedom to Kitana. While it all stayed unspoken, it was clear that his anger was not fuelled anymore by short absences. She discovered it one day when she was left behind and had to walk for almost half an hour before reaching the group. The taiyoukai was not on edge, as he had been the first and only time that she left them. In fact, he barely acknowledged her presence at all.

Kitana tested the boundaries of her freedom more and more each day, travelling on a path parallel to Sesshomaru’s for longer periods of time, always staying close enough to sense his immense energy signature. Only once, when she was absent for a whole day, did he glare threateningly at her when she came back after nightfall. When she saw the tears drying up on the cheeks of a sleeping Rin, she understood his hostility and berated herself for being such a fool. She was apparently not imprisoned anymore, but her conscience could not accept the hurt that she felt coming from the human child. She curled herself around the kid, bringing her sleepy form against her, and a sigh of relief left her lips when tiny arms snaked their way around her neck.

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As they trailed across the countryside, Kitana discovered that the little child was a curious and persistent one. Not used to children, she had no idea they could be so talkative or inquisitive, and her way to jump from a subject to another was dizzying.

Rin used to sing a lot, and hum also, whether she walked, picked up flowers in a sunny meadow or rode Ah-Un. Kitana appreciated her antics and once started humming alongside her. That made the young child very happy.

“Kitana-sama! You sing well!”

The creature smiled at the girl.

“Thanks Rin-chan. I miss music, and you bring it to my ears and my heart.”

“Was there music inside the cocoon?”

“Oh no! The cocoon was only a sleeping place Rin. But where I lived, I used to listen to music all the time. I miss it a lot.”

“And where did you live before you fell asleep? In the swamps on the other side of the green mountain, or the woods near the old well, or the northern snowy mountains, or…”

Kitana’s laugh echoed in the afternoon air. That child was enthusiastic, that was for sure!

“Even further than that Rin-Chan. I come from the stars. I lived amongst them, always travelling from a star to another”.

Rin’s wide eyes were sparkling with joy.

“From the stars! That’s why you always look at them at night, you seem to like them soooo much. Rin thinks that Sesshomaru-sama comes from the moon; he is always staring at it. Did you meet with him on the moon when you were amongst the stars?”

“No Rin, I never met with Sesshomaru-sama before he rescued me from the cave.”

“Rin is sure you would have liked him. The stars like the moon I think, so you should like him. Lord Sesshomaru is very good at flying; maybe he could fly you back to the stars! Do you fly? Once I saw a shooting star! Is it like a flying star?”

The days were enlightened by the younger member of their unlikely group, but shadows were devouring the heart of one of them.

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One night, as the child was sleeping and Sesshomaru resting his legs by sitting, contented, his back to a tree, Kitana left them silently. Exploring her surroundings at night dispensed her from harming Rin and it had become a daily occurrence. She appreciated their presence, but she also needed time alone, by herself, especially when she was musing about her past. She preferred to isolate herself when she felt sadness and loneliness engulf her, and lately these moments had been more frequent than ever.

So she left them and went wandering in the surrounding forest. Soon her senses caught the heat coming from a volcanic source and she decided that indulging in this little harmless pleasure was the best thing to do. As she arrived there though, she found that she was not the only one who had this idea. A red-headed human woman was half asleep in one of the bubbling pools, her pale pearly skin reflecting the light of the moon. She had been hidden from her senses by the heat coming from the water.

As the woman opened her eyes to look at her, a strong feeling of longing hurt her, seemingly coming both from her and the woman. She knew perfectly well why this particular woman had caught her interest, but had no idea as to what triggered the same feelings in the human. Turning back, she started to walk away when the woman called out at her.

“Wait! Aren’t you the one who saved my life from the murderous intents of those terrible demons?”

Indeed, her travels with Sesshomaru’s group had brought her back near the place she fought against the cats. Half-turned, Kitana nodded slowly, whispering a quiet “Yes”. She was sensing around the hot spring for other energies, finding it very strange that a young noble woman once protected by a group of soldiers was now alone in the wilderness in the middle of the night. But there was truly none other than themselves.

“Then don’t go. You intended to bathe didn’t you? Please don’t go away, we can share the space. I won’t bite you,” she said with mirth in her voice.

Kitana was puzzled. She had yet to speak to humans other than Rin on this planet, but fearlessness did not figure amongst the reactions she expected from them. Let alone any kind of desire.

“Aren’t you afraid of me? Do you think I am that different from the demons that attacked you and your party?” she said, frowning.

“Aren’t you different? You just said you were the one who protected me, who put your life in the line for a total stranger, so for me you cannot be related to those demons. Please honour me with your presence tonight, mighty one,” she added with a lightly mocking tone.

The ebony female gave up her uneasiness and entered the basin, slowly sitting herself amongst the slippery rocks, letting the warmth of the heated waters envelop her.

The human woman raised and moved closer to Kitana’s side, her nude body glistening under the moonlight. She sat herself on a half submerged rock, letting her small breasts react to the cooler air above the water surface. She was young, not much more than eighteen or twenty years old, and she was radiating with desire. Kitana however was frozen in place; knowing one’s emotions suddenly became a burden weighting heavily on her shoulders. Her body was sensible to the young woman’s presence as it remembered the touch of another, similarly looking woman, who was lost centuries ago. But her mind knew the difference between the two and refused to give in to the treacherous looks of the human. She tried to initiate a regular conversation, as if she was not feeling every moods of this woman, as if she was not reciprocating those emotions herself.

“Who are you? It is not often that one meets with a human female, foreign I should add, bathing by herself in the middle of the night. I would say you are doing your best to endanger yourself.”

The girl laughed merrily at her comment, then lowered her head while staring at her.

“I am not alone anymore now that you are here. I know you would protect me.” Her eyes were burning and her voice was growing deeper.

“Answer my question,” said Kitana, trying her best to impersonate Sesshomaru cold inflections.

“Well,” the girl said while rolling her eyes, “my name is Ines.”

Under Kitana’s inquisitive gaze, she continued.

“I was born and raised here, my father is a Dutch trader and my mother is native from this land, although I did not inherit her looks. Recently father gave me in marriage to a minor lord, wishing to extend his influence I believe. So I am now considered a prize, a rarity, and I can’t stand that. That’s why I escape from the castle as often as I can, so I may enjoy my freedom before being truly married to this man I have yet to meet.”

Under Kitana’s eyes, another face was appearing under the young woman features in a kaleidoscopic dance that fascinated and confused her. Tears were coming from her eyes as her rational side told her that was not possible, but nonetheless her mind continued to play tricks on her.

“So, will you tell me why you saved me, or will I have to make you tell me?” asked the red-headed woman with a more sensuous voice, turning a little to face Kitana’s right side. While she spoke of her predicaments she slowly approached the black creature, and was now closer to her. Too close for comfort.

Kitana looked away, deploring intensely her inane desire for a midnight bath. She did not want to meet her eyes so filled with lust anymore, but as her mind was decided to bring her out of the pool and back to her group, her body acted treacherously by staying glued to the rock were she was sitting.

“I… was just passing by, and needed to vent some frustrations. Those demons were just a distraction to me.”

It was a lie, but it would not help her cause to admit the truth in front of the attractive young woman. Saving her had been an impulsive decision; she did not want to be the witness of this girl being slaughtered and eaten alive by demons. Not with this pearly skin of hers, with her long curly mane of red hairs. Not with her deep green eyes so similar to another pair of eyes she knew so well.

“Frustrations? What kind of frustrations a strong demon such as you may have, I wonder? Surely you are not bond by ridiculous traditions and principles as I am? Oh how much I would give to be granted your freedom to do as you wish, if only for one night.”

She was coming closer to Kitana’s right arm and slowly, she reached for her well toned shoulder which she brushed with the back of her fingers. The touch had the effect of an electric shock; Kitana’s head turned her way and their gazes met. The girl was so close now that she easily caught Kitana’s chin with her tiny hand, turning her head her way so she could place her soft lips between her own, caressing them softly, and teasing her with her blunt teeth and the tip of her tongue, fuelling her lust for a willing, heated feminine body.

Kitana’s eyes closed under the sensual touch, her mind totally replacing the young Ines by another one, and she responded to the caress. Slowly, passion raised in her as the desire of the other woman permeated her soul, mixing with her own longing to give birth to a need so strong it almost overwhelmed her. She refused to let their lips loose their contact; the illusion would lift if she did, so they were still kissing when the human woman moved to sit herself atop Kitana.

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Sesshomaru was slowly walking in the forest, having left his ward under his retainer’s watchful care. Or not so watchful maybe, but as she was also protected by Ah-Un he considered it safe to leave the camp.

As Kitana’s presence had become a constant in his days, he discovered that she indeed had a scent. An extremely subtle scent, difficult to decipher and isolate from the smells of his environment, but it was there. He amused himself from times to times trying to determine what particular aromas built her signature. It was spicy, that was for sure, but which spices he couldn’t decide. Maybe ginger, or cinnamon, with a subtle hint of aniseed or cardamom. When the wind was too strong he couldn’t track her scent at all, even from the ground as she usually travelled across the treetops, but even on such a calm night it would still be a challenge for him to track her elusive presence. A diversion from the arduous quest he found himself in, following a hanyou who hid his very presence with an unrivalled mastery.

After many nights of practice, he was getting better at following her; he usually found her practicing with her powers in a clearing, or meditating. He never came closer to her and simply returned to his camp, satisfied of his prowess. Once or twice though, he could have sworn that her smell changed as he approached, getting a hint of something not dissimilar to tears. Yes, that was it, tears. He shrugged, dismissing the idea of a crying Kitana as a figment of his imagination. The woman was so aggressive and arrogant, there was no way she could let go of this attitude to display such ridiculous emotions. Except that she was not exactly displaying them, he told himself. Well, if everything went well he would soon see if his impressions were founded or not.

His senses sifting through the night air, he caught a scent he would rather have avoided.

“Yo! Sesshomaru! I finally found you!”

He turned toward Kagura, who was slowly emerging from between the trees. Listening intently to the sounds of the night, he failed to detect the distinct noise made by the bees that usually accompanied the wind sorceress.

“State your purpose here tonight or take your leave, woman.” His voice was cold enough to make anyone shiver, his golden eyes looking immensely bored by the apparition of Naraku’s incarnation.

“Sesshomaru, what a chilling welcome. I thought we were on better terms than that, you know” she said, hiding the bottom of her face behind her fan.

“This Sesshomaru is not interested in your games, sorceress.”

His body language was all but inviting her to pursue her speech, but she was used to it. She placed great hopes into this youkai, he was probably the only one able to free her from the clutch of her devious master, and she couldn’t tolerate seeing him wander away from Naraku’s trail to frolic with a stupid female. For this is what she witnessed: for her, any fighting devoid of the intent to kill was simply a game between friends. Good friends. And she could not suffer it.

“I am certainly not playing any game, Lord Sesshomaru. Let’s say that I am merely on an errand and I stumbled across a very unusual scene. A scene that should… arouse your interest. But I understand perfectly if the actions of that black female you refused to surrender to me and insist upon carrying around are beneath your standing. I shall go my own way then, see ya!”

“What actions?”

His stern voice caught her as she was turning her back to him, and a sly smile appeared on her lips, an evil glint lighting up her red eyes.

“Well, just go ahead to the nearest hot springs. You were heading that way anyway, weren’t you?”

With that, she let go of her feather and took to the skies, leaving behind an irritated taiyoukai.
Sesshomaru waited until Kagura’s scent was dispersed by the light breeze that caressed his skin. She reeked of Naraku, and the aroma he was following was far too easy to loose to do so when his nose was drowned in this stench. He pondered upon the woman’s words, deciding they were finally only a taunt to see how well she could control him. The wench had tried in the past to use him for her purpose, and apparently she hadn’t learned her lesson.

When the pungent smells from a nearby hot spring covered up almost everything else, he was reminded of her words and finally decided to head that way. Kitana loved hot springs anyway, so it was logical to think that she would be in that direction. Not that the sorceress’ words had anything to do with that decision. Leaping to a low branch as to be sure not to attract her attention, he looked at the hot spring. And he nearly lost his balance.

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The kiss they shared had morphed into a very heated intimate contact, as their tongues played with each other, discovering and exploring their differences in taste and texture. Each touch of the soft appendages sent shivers down Kitana’s spine, and she was longing for more. The girl’s breasts were tempting her, slowly brushing on her own body in a deliciously torturous way, her white hands softly stroking her shoulders, neck and arms, triggering sensible areas that were put to rest centuries ago. She raised her right hand, that was until then firmly holding the rock below her, and encircled the human’s waist, caressing her skin languorously, from the waist up along the spine, then down until she reached her buttocks, which she stroked languidly, and up again, meeting with a breast this time. Her touch triggered a delicious moan and slow humping motions from the human, who was now positioning herself so Kitana’s left thigh would be rubbing right between her owns. And rubbing it did, as Kitana soon matched the young woman rhythm with movements of her own. Her deadly tail raised from under the water and started to stroke between the firm butt cheeks of the human, carefully avoiding to let anything but its smooth underside in contact with the tender flesh of the mortal girl. Kitana carefully adjusted her movements according to the girl’s sensations, which she received through her empathic abilities as clearly as if they were hers. Trying to procure her lover as much pleasure as she could was a delight in itself for her, for every shiver of pleasure that tortured the young woman was mirrored upon her. Totally oblivious to the tall demon lord who observed them, the human and the creature descended from the stars were slowly loosing control over their whimpers and groans.

Kitana’s left hand then reached for her neck collar and as it touched the central jewel, her peculiar bodysuit was absorbed in the ornament, letting her real skin appear under the moonlight. Looking like glittering onyx, her chiselled muscles were rolling underneath her skin, tensing and relaxing in the most ancient rhythm of times. Small and delicate ribbed patterns were embossed in her skin over all her body, emphasizing the demarcation between her smooth muscles and decorating the backside of her hands, fingers and feet. Her glossy black breasts came in direct contact with pearly ones, causing a hiss of pleasure to escape her lips. The young Ines, feeling the change in the texture of her lover’s skin, let go of her lips as she bent down to kiss and lick at a black, erected nipple. Kitana’s head rolled from side to side, unable to stay still under the shudders of pleasure that travelled through her whole body.

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To his utmost annoyance, Sesshomaru discovered that he couldn’t move a single muscle. The sight that was given to him was surely poisonous, as it was undermining his usual iron will. As much as he wanted to leave the area, his treacherous body was frozen in place. Or to be exact, burning on the spot.

He usually had no interest at all toward all things carnal. The foolishness of his teenage years left him with the definite conclusions that most females, once bedded, did all they could to obtain control over his being; including spreading false rumours, slyly poisoning potential rivals and becoming pregnant. He despised their honourless ways to reach power and ceased to include them in his thoughts.

This, however, was something totally new to him. He had heard about such occurrences in the past but dismissed the idea as pointless and stupid. How could females mate together anyway, without the male organ to fulfill their needs? But now, as he was witnessing this unlikely couple pleasuring each other, one of them being none other than the one he had been living with for the last weeks, his baser instincts were triggered. He was not totally displeased by it; it was just his lack of control over the whole situation that he found unpleasant. But soon his irritation at loosing control became the last thought on his mind, when Kitana’s back arched violently, her head rolling to the side, and a sensuous growl reached his ears, coming from her moist lips.

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The now passionate Ines had suddenly inserted one of her hands in-between them, coming in contact with Kitana’s heated nether regions. She explored her slick folds hungrily, delighted at feeling the strong creature bending her whole body in pleasure under her touch. As her hand continued to send shockwave after shockwave of bliss to Kitana’s heated core, she penetrated her with a finger, then two, adding to the sensations, her mouth now fully sucking on one of her breasts. In response to the passion of her black-skinned lover, she put her other hand upon her own sex, pleasuring both of them at the same time.

It was too much for Kitana. She was not used to be the receiver of attentions; usually she was the one who gave. Pushing Ines away from her chest, she looked at her aroused form with desire burning in her eyes. Bending to catch one of the woman’s delicious breasts between her lips, she started sucking at it, slowly at first then in a more passionate way. Each wave of pleasure that travelled through the young human’s body was reverberated into her own in a spiral that led her to unbelievable heights. She was nearing climax. Following her instincts, she raised with the girl firmly held into her embrace, and placed her lithe form on an emerging rock. She then covered her with her own slender and toned body, black skin contrasting sharply with pearly one. With a hand she spread her legs, sensually stroking her reddened and swollen lips, then the very center of her pleasure. It was the human’s turn to arch her back as she screamed out of pleasure.

Kitana hungrily sucked at her breasts, and then left shivering under the cool air of the night to go down between her parted thighs. The white skin of the girl contrasted with the pinkish-red color of her intimate folds, enflamed by desire. She delicately brushed her inner thigh with a finger, making her lover shudder under her touch. Tentatively she let her breath play across the offered sex and had to hold the girl’s hands firmly as they tried to push her head away. Fondling her sensitive breasts with the tip of her tail, she let out her tongue, stimulating the erect bulge of flesh that sat there, hidden under the lips of her sex. These teasing, feather light contacts triggered cries and moans from the girl under her, and soon she had to held her bucking hips firmly down on the rock to prevent her from reaching climax too soon. Kitana’s head was spinning under the endless stream of sensations that came to her, drowning all her other senses in this storm that washed over her again and again.

She tasted her core, looking straight at the face of the girl while she did so, at her eyes closed in ecstasy. Sucking and caressing her languidly, she took her time, not surrendering to the girl’s pleas for more. She soon found her head firmly gripped between the white thighs of her partner, who was begging for release. Her long, pointy tongue slid out of her mouth and penetrated in the inviting slit, coated with sweet-and-sour juices. As she prodded inside the girl, she discovered she was still intact from any man’s touch and decided to leave her that way, not sure how strict the local human traditions were considering purity before marriage.

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Sesshomaru was feeling more and more out of place, when an unwelcomed contradictory feeling started to impose itself, telling him he could be the one caressing the black skin of the woman. He could be down there with them, and as Kitana kissed and tasted the human, he would feel her hips with his hand, then brush indiscreetly underneath her tail with his hard, throbbing member. She would surely recognize his presence and would have no choice but to bend to his desires, placing her tail to the side to allow him entry. He would take his time, though, bending behind her to taste and explore her feminine folds, discovering how much alike and different she was from the females he met. As both women would writhe under their forbidden pleasures and hisses and growls of pleasure would be reaching his ears, he would penetrate her by behind, plunging his pulsating sex into her slick opening up to the hilt, bending over her back to grasp her breasts. Her cries of ecstasy would soon be joined by his own growls and groans as he would pump into her core stronger and faster than any man had ever done to her before. Soon he would relinquish her breasts as his hand would be needed to steady him, pounding into her with all his might.

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Kitana, in an expert gesture, moved her body until her hips met with the girl’s own. Their private parts came into intimate contact with each other and her tail whipped at the air in reaction to the sensation. She imposed a new rhythm to the girl underneath her, a much more demanding rhythm. Their breasts bounced onto one another, their lips met furiously, the girl’s hands were holding Kitana’s bottom firmly as their moist sexes hungrily asked for release.

The human reached climax first, sending wave after wave of pure bliss right to Kitana’s oversensitive soul. After a couple more thrusting of her hips, she also came, going through a wild orgasm that left her shivering upon the exhausted, panting human girl. And Sesshomaru found out that he had not been spared by the sensual atmosphere as a strong orgasm that he struggled to keep silent exploded into him, a warm liquid quickly coated his rigid, pulsating member, slowly descending along his inner thighs. Just as any inexperienced and eager teenager boy, he came in his pants, without even touching himself. How disgraceful he thought, ashamed of his reactions, of his very thoughts. He did not desire Kitana before witnessing this disturbing display. How could he face her again, knowing what he knew? Could he travel with her without his eyes trying to remember how soft and pleasant the contact of her skin seemed to be? Without his mind sending him memories of black and white skin caressing and grazing each other, telling him the white one could be his own? Without his body reacting against his will, once again, bringing utmost humiliation upon him? Disgusted with himself, he tore his gaze away from the couple, formed his cloud of youki, and quickly left the area.