In His Arms

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Author’s Note: WARNING: Lemon. Don’t like, please don’t read.


“Kagome, are you sure that you are quite ready for this?” Etsu knelt across from Kagome as a servant carefully put her hair up in a fancy twist, twisting her own loose hair nervously in her hands.

“Etsu, I appreciate very much that you and the others are so worried about me,” Kagome smiled at her, “But, it has been nearly two weeks. I’m quite healed and it’s time that I perform my duties to Lord Sesshomaru.”

“If you are quite certain, little sister.”

“I am.”

“Very well, little sister. As you wish it.”

“Thank you, Etsu.”

Kagome frowned when both Etsu and the servant left the room. What was she doing? What had she become? She touched her carefully painted lips and looked at the rouging color that came off on her finger tips. She had once been independent. She’d stood up to the Great Sesshomaru on more than one occasion. And now, what had she become? She, the great Miko, had become a taiyokai’s concubine. Not thinking of herself anymore, but only of his pleasure. A far part of her mind recognized that maybe she should be upset by such a thing. But, somehow she couldn’t seem to work up the anger that could snap her out of her obedience. Her most recent training prevented it. Besides, her mind fell back on the same thing the others had been telling her since the day she had met them: This was a good life, a stable life. It was the most she could expect, after giving herself to Sesshomaru. She blinked at her reflection twice, slowly, and felt a rage sweep up in her. A rage at her own helplessness, a rage at the fact that she knew she would do nothing to change her position. What she had told Miyuki what felt like forever ago was true. She was broken. She picked up her heavy comb and threw it at the mirror, feeling a little satisfied when it shattered. She looked at herself once more in one of the shards and then stood. It was time to prepare herself for her lord.


“Lord Sesshomaru,” Sesshomaru looked up when Etsu’s light, breathy voice interrupted his thoughts as he sat at his low table, looking over the communications sent to him from the borders of his realm and the newest treaties that had been sent to him by the other great taiyokai of the land. He had been frowning over the particularly annoying realization that he would soon have to host the Great Gathering. Each lord hosted it in succession and it was his year. He always felt the Gathering was more trouble than it was worth. There was so much pomp and pretense involved and the endless dinners tried his nerves to no end. He kept the displeased look on his face as he looked over at Etsu, trying to convey to her that he was displeased that she’d interrupted him, but was truly relieved to have the break.

“Yes, Etsu?”

“Lady Kagome has asked me to convey to you that she is ready once again to receive your attentions.”

Sesshomaru had to fight to keep his expression neutral, “Thank you, Etsu.”

The beautiful concubine bowed and closed the door behind herself, carefully concealing a giggle. She had seen the barely perceptible reaction. Oh, yes, things were going exactly to plan and she couldn’t be happier. She rushed down the halls, anxious to get to the gardens and tell the others. She knew they would want to hear everything.


He found Kagome bathing shortly after the noon meal. He’d wanted her as soon as Etsu had made her announcement to him, but Gathering matters that had regretfully kept him tied up until just moments before. If only his servants and generals had guessed as he’d sat behind the big wooden table, how he would harden when he thought of her. And now here she was. The perfect woman, he surprised himself with the thought. Every thought he had ever had went to the contrary. She was the farthest thing from the perfect by all of his past standards. But none of that mattered now as he gazed at her. She was standing in the middle of the pool, her back to him, her inky black hair twisted beautifully. Who knew what she was looking at. All he knew was that seeing her made him rock hard in an instant and he wanted her. Now. He’d waited for her long enough. And, he admitted to himself silently, he had to make up their last encounter to her. Not, that he would ever admit that to her.

He stripped quickly, silently. Before she even knew he was in the room he had strode into the shallow pool, wrapped his arms around her from behind and claimed her neck with his mouth. She stiffened for only a moment, then relaxed, though he could tell that she was not aroused by his attentions, simply allowing what she had said she would allow. When he loosened his grip on her she mistook his intentions and moved silently to the edge of the pool. She turned, smiled at him impishly, thinking it what he wanted, and leaned over, bracing herself on the edge of the pool, opening her legs and waiting for him to enter her. It took all of his control not to do so. He had to prove to himself as well as to her that he could bring her pleasure. So instead of entering her, he picked her up.

She looked up at him, surprised when he got out of the pool, then laid her next to it, on the clothing he had simply dropped in his haste to be in the pool with her. She didn’t say a word, but waited for him to make a move, unsure of what he wanted from her. Kissing her was far too personal yet for her to enjoy it, he knew, so he didn’t try it. Instead, he delighted in her surprised gasp when he took her one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suckle. He felt her breath hitch, half from surprise, half from delight, as his hand came up to cup her other breast, massage it. It pleased him greatly when he felt her arousal spike and her back arch as he tweaked one nipple between his fingers and nipped the other lightly. He knew she hardly noticed when his hand went around her shoulders to draw her into a semi-sitting position. She did notice, however, when his hand left her breast and trailed downward, over her stomach, to the thatch of hair that protected her most secret of places.

She arched again when he ran his fingers lightly over her entrance. He silenced the protest on her lips with a brutal kiss that had nothing to do with affection, dove his tongue into her mouth, and pressed two fingers against the bud of her desire. He swallowed her gasp, reveled in it, as he found her wet and slipped the two fingers inside of her. She nearly flew apart in his arms, he knew it and enjoyed. No one had ever touched her in this fashion. He pulled away from the kiss and was pleased to find her eyes clouded and confused with lust. He removed his fingers from her, brought them up to his lips and licked her essence from them for her to see. He knew only one thing from the first taste. He needed more. He laid her down gently, she was still confused, and moved in between her legs. She tightened them on instinct when he used both hands to separate her folds and openly reveal her sex to him, but he would not let them close.

He growled his satisfaction when, at his first tentative lick, she let out a cry as wanton as any of his experienced concubines and arched straight off the floor. She made small mewling noises from the back of her throat as he licked her again and again, cried out once more when he dove his tongue inside of her. She didn’t make a noise when he worried the tiny pearl of her desire with his tongue, but he looked up to see her mouth hanging open, her eyes blinded with pleasure, and her hands clenching the fabric she lay on.

“How do you feel?” he asked her.

“Don’t know,” she gasped, “It’s . . . all so new. My lord, I . . . ” She bit her lip. He head was spinning. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything but how he was setting her body on fire.

“What do you want, my beauty?”

“More,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

“I’m afraid I couldn’t hear you?” he was almost teasing her.

“More,” she repeated slightly louder, then whimpered, “Please, my lord.”

“Very well,” He wanted it now. Wanted to see her fly apart, feel it. His skillful fingers slipped inside her once more and began rubbing the place he knew to be her most sensitive gently. She cried out without words. He added his mouth to her pearl and sucked with earnest. In less than a minute he had her screaming and bucking against him. He pressed the flat of his tongue strongly against her bud and rammed his fingers into her once more and was rewarded when her juices flowed freely. He lapped it up, at the same time taking her down slowly from the pleasure. His need to be gentle with her astounded even himself as he sat up and pulled her trembling form against his chest, rocking her.

“I never knew,” she whispered, “I never knew it could be like that.” Kagome felt lost, confused, and completely wonderful at the same time. How could someone who had caused her such pain not so long before give her such pleasure now? She didn’t know how he had managed to reduce her to begging, but she had the thought that he could probably do it again, easily, if he wanted to. She set her hand to his chest and almost smiled at the irony of how sweetly he was holding her and rocking her when she knew that he felt nothing for her in reality. It was all so different. She liked to think that Inuyasha had cared for her, but he had not shown her any of the gentle tenderness that Sesshomaru was showing her now when they had made love. He had just rolled over after he was completed, leaving her sore and confused, sure that that wasn’t what it was supposed to feel like. At least, not by what Eri had told her. She shut down the thoughts. She had to remember that she loved Inuyahsa, and that Sesshomaru was nothing more than her obligation. She couldn’t let it be otherwise. She wouldn’t. And she wouldn’t think about Inuyahsa at all. Thinking about him just made her ache for him. And Miroku and Sango. But most of all for Shippou. Even in Sesshomaru’s arms she could feel the emptiness in her own where her kit would sleep at night. It was a matter of self-preservation and keeping her sanity that had her completely shutting down all thoughts of the past.

Sesshomaru felt her mind beginning to drift in the way her body began to tense from it’s post pleasure relaxation and sought the right words to bring her back to the here and now, “There is more, beauty.”

“More?” she questioned innocently, looking up at him with eyes that spoke volumes.

“Would you like me to teach you?”

“Please, my lord,” she surprised herself by nuzzling his neck, “Please teach me.” She knew she sounded like she was begging again, but her eyes told a different story. She was a concubine, and had been taught how to tell a man exactly what he wanted to hear. At least that’s what she told herself. She wasn’t quite ready to admit to herself that more than anything, she wanted him to show her the kind of pleasure he had just given her again.

“Very well, beautiful. Tonight.”

“Tonight?” Her clouded eyes reflected the pleasure clouding of her mind.

“Tonight you are introduced to the city, to my court, as my favored. After the ceremony I will show you everything.”

“As you wish it, my lord. Thank you for pleasuring me. May I do the same for you?”

Sesshomaru gasped when suddenly her clever little hand was encircling his shaft. He couldn’t seem to recover the breath for words, so he just nodded, releasing her when she moved to get out of his embrace. She knelt on all fours in front of him, lowered her upper body so that she was supporting her slight weight on her elbows and took him in her mouth. She had been so nervous the first night he had taken her that she hadn’t been able to employ any of the techniques that had been taught to her over the months. She was not so nervous now.

She relaxed the back of her throat and took as much of his considerable length into her mouth as possible, hoping it and her hand rhythmically pumping the rest of him would be satisfactory. She had to admit, there was a certain female pride that shot through her when he arched into her with a small moan and buried his hand in her hair. To know that she could do that to him. She hummed her satisfaction quite by accident, but did it again when he hissed and thrust into her mouth with a jerk of his hips. She smiled around him and reached up, inviting him to lay and relax, to enjoy. It was impossible to resist pinching his nipples when he complied, but he seemed to like it and fisted his hands in her hair as she continued.

Soon, as was inevitable with how long he had been waiting to release, he was arching into her mouth with every bob of her head. It was not surprising when he came in her mouth. She had been expecting it. But, what was surprising to her was how interesting the flavor was when she had been expecting something horrible. She smiled when she sat up, looked right into his eyes, and swallowed all she held in her mouth.

“Thank you, my lord.”

He reached up and set just the tips of his fingers to the hollow of her throat, “Until this evening, my beauty.”

“I await it eagerly.”