lady of the Western Lands

~don't own em~
the lady joining Sesshoumaru in this trist is not named.
like Kagome? *poof* it's Kagome
perfer Rin? *BAM* there ya go!
i, on the other hand, like to pretend it's me...but i am insanely obsessed
please read & reveiw
i also hope the length/paragraphing doesn't make this hard to follow ;-)

She slowly crept across the room. The moonlight danced upon her pale skin making her appear translucent. The cool breeze from the open window tousled her coal black hair. She slowly ran her hand down her side. Her mind slipping into thoughts of her lord. He yet yet to return from battle. He had been away the whole day fighting to protect his land. She impatiently awaited his return. She was becoming lonely and impure things kept interrupting her train of thought. She had no doubt he was unharmed. But she longed for his touch and his strong embrace. She gently brushed against her breast. Her sleeping gown was soft and the sensuous material made her skin ache. She sighed out loud.

“You missed me, I take it.”

Her head whippeoundound to see her master standing regally in the doorway of the chamber. He was obviously disheveled but had never looked more desirable. She began to walk towards him. He held out his arms to her. She wanted nothing more than to press herself against his heavenly chest. She longed to breathe in his scent. Even after battle it was so masculine yet fresh. It made her senses tingle.

He grabbed her and pushed her against the hard chamber wall, pinning her arms above her head. He forced his lips to hers. She hungrily accepted them. Her arms futilely wriggled to be freed from his tight grasp. She needed to touch him. His lips left hers and found their way to her ear. His voice, gruff with desire, made her weak.

“Don’t struggle.” He then laid a single lick on her earlobe. Her hips bucked slightly and a quiet moan slipped from her lips.

“Sesshoumaru ...” she mewed. Her body moving on its own accord as his body pressed roughly against her own.

“And don’t speak” he added, after hearing his name uttered. He pulled away from her a bit and saw a pout firmly planted on her sweet lips.

“I can’t touch you or speak to you?” She asked defiantly. He simply nodded. “What happens if I disobey?” A small smirk replaced the earlier pout.

She was given her answer as he pushed her roughly up against the wall. She whimpered lowly. He placed his finger against her lips, signaling her to quiet. Her tongue quickly slipped around the clawed finger and she took it into her warm mouth. As she ran her slick tongue lightly over his digit, she heard a low, growling moan. Her smile widened as she glanced at his flawless face. His eyes were tightly shut, alluding to his contented state. Unfortunately, it did not last.

As his eyes flew open he ripped his finger from her sweet grasp. His one hand still held her arms helplessly above her small frame. His other hand now tugged at her nightdress. It was soon torn off and fell to the ground. She now stood pressed between the cold, hard wall and her warm, hard lover. Her naked skin was overwhelmed by the two sensations. She lost control of her senses and her knees weakened. His strong arm moved to curl around her waist and better keep her balanced. Her eyes opened slowly and were met by his. The amber colored orbs burned into her . His face was just inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath teasing her lips and every other area it graced. He continued to hold her close. The passion flickering behind his eyes. She longed to press her lips to his. They looked so inviting, but she feared she would anger her lord.

Again her body acted on its own accord and she leaned towards him, closing the small gap between them. She was somewhat surprised when her actions were not only welcomed, but encouraged with a low groan. The kiss was long and deep and caused his grasp on her wrists to weaken. She used this opportunity to pull free from him. With their mouths still intertwined she began to struggle with his clothes. Her small hands hurriedly removing his garments. He soon realized her actions and again, he pinned her to the wall. He ground his hips into her a bit. She glared at him. She hadn’t managed to remove everything. But now his whole torso was exposed. Just the sight of his flawless skin and perfect chest caused her arousal to increase. Her eyes were fixed on his body. Her sight slowly trailed lower to his groin. She saw he was quite aroused as well. She smiled slightly. Seeing her sudden preoccupation, he lifted her chin a bit so their eyes met again. He shook his head showing his disappointment in her. She cast her gaze to the ground in shame. She knew better than to disobey.

Seeing her look of total sorrow he used his free hand to tightly brush against her naked breast. Involuntarily her back arched and her hips pushed into him. Her eyes still avoided his. Again he let his hand slowly drag across her hardened nipple. He frowned a bit. “Have I disappointed you ?” He questioned in a slightly monotone voice.

She finally looked at him. Her face was painted with surprise. She shook her head no. He let a small smile play across his lips, to let her know his heart was still hers. She pulled towards him and lay a small kiss on his lips. She loved now now his feelings for her, though he rarely spoke them. His actions were more than enough.

Seeing that she was somewhat playful looking again, he bent down slightly. He placed a quick lick across the tip of her breast. She whimpered lowly. He repeated his action again, lingering at her nipple and nipping it a bit with his fang. She whimpered louder and shot a look down to check on her lord’s mood. She was pleased to see the look of contentment across his handsome face. Sensing her glare he cast his eyes up at her. Again lust filled her eyes and threatened to swallow him. It was difficult for him to keep his hard, silent exterior when around her. His mind screamed with passion and he longed to show it to her. To let her know what a goddess she was. To let her know he worshiped her, just as she worshiped him. He hoped she knew.

He let his mouth slide from her breast and trailed his tongue back towards her mouth. He lapped across her chest and over her soft neck, stopping to nip at it a little. He laid a small peck on her chin, all the while still fixed on her gaze. The look in her eyes made him want to lose control. When he reached her lips he enveloped her mouth with his own. His tongue pushing past her lips. He searched her mouth feverishly becoming completely involved. Again he let her arms slip from his tight grasp. She knew no matter what she did he would never be truly angry with her. She risked his stern gestures and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around his silvery mane. Twirling the soft straight locks as their tongues ravished each other’s mouth. She gripped the back of his head tightly, not wanting the kisses to stop. Her other hand danced lightly down the skin on his strong back. She could feel his muscles ripple under her caress. His body was god like and she reveled in exploring it. She slowly moved her hand to his chest. She moved across his strong body and latched onto his muscular, protective arm. She dug her nails into him, she was becoming increasingly aroused.

He finally broke the kiss. He didn’t seem to realize her hands were free and taking their liberties with his unclothed body. With his eyes fixed on hers, he began to remove his lower garments. She panted heavily into his chest and her breath made him shiver a bit. Her breath quickened as she felt his arousal press against her stomach. She was dizzy with desire and wanted nothing more for him to ravish her body. As if reading her mind he picked her up and she wrd hed her legs around him. He pushed her back into the wall. Lifting her up a bit and teasing her entrance with his hardened member. In this position she was almost completely helpless. She let out low whimpers as she attempted desperately to thrust onto him. His arms kept a strong hold on her and kept her firmly in place. He enjoyed tormenting her so. The look of pure need and desire made him burn for her. He knew she wouldn’t be able to initiate anything in this precarious position.

Her hands again found great joy in his body. She ran her hands over his arms. His toned muscles were more prominent. His whole body was tense from holding her completely off the ground. She could have stayed in his arms forever. But the continuous motion of his arousal sliding over every inch of her sex was pure torture. She wriggled fiercely and tried to push herself onto him. He chuckled a bit. She could tell he was enjoying the power he held over her. “May I please have you?” she whispered breathlessly.

In answer he spun around and practically threw her on the large bed. She lay on her back staring up at him. His long hair blew a bit from the cool breeze seeping through the open window. The moonlight danced on his pale, flawless skin. She let out a moan as she thought about his god like form on top of her. She writhed on the bed summoning him with her hips. He sat on the edge of the large bed. His amber eyes teasing her. She quickly scrambled to her knees and began to crawl to him. He was overwhelmed. Her beauty always left him at a loss. A few strands of her dark hair fell across her porcelain face as she seductively and wordlessly approached him.

The room was saturated with their silent need. She reached the place were he sat. With out waiting for any disapproval she flung herself into his lap. Her legs around his waist, straddling hihe she stared intensely at him. Her tongue slowly traced the marks on his cheek as she lifted up to slide him inside of her. He let out a surprised gasp as she took his length into her. She grinded against him slowly. Her arms locked around his neck and her head pressed into his shoulder. Her moans made it easily to his ears. He began to thrust into her making it difficult for her to keep up with his quickened pace. He refused to let her be in complete control.

He flipped her onto her back and she lay with him between her milky white legs. He pumped into her slowly, breathing softly with his head by her ear. The warm air drove her crazy. She pushed her head towards him more. In response he began to lick and nibble her right ear. She let out a rather shrill sound. He bit down lightly and her high pitched sounds of pleasure returned even louder. She dug her fingernails into the soft flesh on his back. His tongue on her ear caused her to come dangerously close to climax. She ground her hips fiercely into his. Meeting his thrusts with all her force. He pulled his mouth away from her ear and held himself above her. He knew she was close and longed to see the look of pure pleasure on her face.

Her thrusts quickened as did the enticing sounds that emanated from her lips. It took everything he had to hold back until she had climaxed. After a few more torturous movements, she let out a loud yelp and arched sharply off the bed, her arms still wrapped tightly around him. He slowed a bit and leaned down to gently lick a bead off sweat off her forehead. Her sensuous taste caused him to again quicken to a frenzied pace. He pulled all the way out of her and thrust himself back into her. She lay there enjoying the look on his face. She was coming ever so close to another orgasm. The noises that escaped from him were pushing her to the edge again. Small throaty growls echoed the walls of the chamber. His gorgeous hair fell into her face and brushed over her. Her body was aflame.

Her hips bucked and her muscles tightened around him as she climaxed once more. Her tensed muscles caused him to also reach his peak. He let out a sharp howl as he finished inside her. His movements slowed to a complete stop and he watched her intensely as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She had been completely worn out, as he had been as well. He leaned down and laid a sweet kiss on her glistening brow. He slide his tongue across tasting her sweet perspiration. She always tasted sweetly. He rolled to the side of her and pulled her in closely. She was already asleep as he breathed in deeply inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair. He drifted off slowly with her scent still in his nose, and her taste still on his lips.


*WONDERS WHY THERE ARE SO FEW REVIEWS*
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but i really enjoy the input
be it good or bad
at least i'd know somone was reading it
thank you for your time ;-)