Double Vision by knifethrower

Chapter 71

The author of this story does not own "Inuyasha", nor does she own "Gravitron".

Sesshomaru had washed Kagome's hair.  He held her against him, with one arm wrapped around her waist, while he ran the fingers of his other hand through her hair, to remove the tangles.  It felt so good, to finally be able to spend time with her as he should.  Although demon matings were sometimes conducted during times of war and upheaval, resulting in separations such as he and Kagome were experiencing, it was not considered the norm and could lead to trouble.  Being mated for life to someone you had grown apart from was a very bad thing.  He had to look no further than his own mother and father for evidence of that.  But this, this was just what he had dreamed of when he had fantasized about being with Kagome.  It had seemed like such an impossible thing.  He was a demon, she was a priestess.  He was hard, and she was soft.  She belonged to his brother.  Hell, she didn't just belong to his brother, she had loved him without reservations. 

The first time Sesshomaru had dreamed of being with her, he had been resting against a great tree in a forest clearing, injured by the Tetsusaiga.  She had appeared at the edge of the glade, dressed in her short skirt and white top, with the little red tie at the collar.  He smiled when he thought of that outfit, it was so scandalous, leaving bare her long, toned legs, the thin material of her shirt skimming her round, ample breasts.  He had been unable to move, the way it sometimes is in a dream, as she walked slowly toward him, falling to her knees when she reached his side. 

Sesshomaru remembered the dream vividly.  It must have been a fever dream.  He could even smell her.  Her scent was so pure and clean.  She had looked into his eyes, and it was the first time he had realized that her eyes were blue, not brown, as he had assumed.  She had reached out with her hand, it was so small, and stroked the stripes on his cheekbone with her soft little fingers.  The expression on her face, the look in her eyes, was indescribable.  Full of love and admiration, yet she looked so sad.  It made him want to comfort her, a feeling he had only ever had for his mother.  His mother had always been so inaccessible, he had never dared show her how much he loved her, or wanted to make up for how his father had hurt her.  In his dream, Sesshomaru was glad he could not move.  Otherwise he would have had to stop his brother's woman from kneeling so close by his side, and touching him with such pleasurable tenderness.  He would have had to hurt her with harsh words, and make her bleed with his claws.  But he could not move, or speak, so he was allowed to indulge himself in the guilty pleasure of having her so close.

He could see her breasts, the way they moved under the silky material of her shirt.  He had grown hard as he watched her walk toward him across the open glade, sunlight dappling her skin and clothing.  Now, with her soft breasts so close, he began to throb.  It was a pleasurable agony to be caught in his dream, unable to move, and feel such intense emotions and sensations.

The girl had leaned toward him, bringing those luscious breasts even closer.  He could see down the front of her shirt.  His heart pounded in his chest.  He was very young, and had spent his entire life studying and fighting.  He had never looked at a woman this way before, he had never wanted to.  And he had most definitely never felt like this before. 

She brought her face close to his, and gently pressed her lips to his own.  She drew back, and looked into his eyes, still looking sad, and regretful.  She bit her soft, full lower lip, which she had just used to kiss him so tenderly, with her perfect, white teeth.  He could smell her blood.  There was just a drop, and it was so red.  He willed her to kiss him again.  He wanted to taste that drop of blood.  It was all he would ever have of her.  Her scent told her that she was meant to be his, but it could never be.  His heart clenched in his chest.

Seeming to respond to his will, she kissed him again, less chastely this time, parting his lips with her own, and even running her tongue over his fangs.  He tasted the blood from her lip, then more as she cut her tongue on his razor-sharp fangs. 

Then, suddenly, she had disappeared.  He closed his eyes, his breathing ragged.

A few weeks later, their paths had crossed again, in real life.  After his brother's group had left, he had spotted a splash of red on the forest floor.  The red tie from her uniform.  He had picked it up, and held it to his nose, relishing her scent, exactly as he remembered it from his dream.  He had kept it with him all those years, inside his haori, against his skin.  It was still his most treasured possession.

Kagome felt him harden against her buttocks.  He was cradling her against his chest, supporting her with his thigh between her legs.  She snuggled back against him as he began to caress her breasts with his free hand.  With his hard thigh between her legs, it didn't take long for her to get excited again. 

Sess picked Kagome up in his arms, lifting her out of the water easily.  She weighed nothing, so small, yet so full of power and love.  He arranged her wet body so she rested on her knees, taking care that moko-moko kept them from being cut by the rocky ground.  Kneeling behind her, he ran his hands down her back, over and over, gentling her and readying her for his entry.  He could feel her tense up, not the response he had been hoping for.  He knew she had been aroused.  "Are you too tired, mate?"

"No, Sess.  I want you.  Go ahead."  She brushed against him invitingly, but he held back, feeling that something was not right.  He leaned over her, covering her kneeling body completely with his own, allowing his long, full hair to cover them both, blocking out the outside world. 

He could smell her clean scent, mixed with his own, so intensely like this.  It was bliss.  Still, he thought she felt a little stiff.  He lowered his mouth to the mating mark on her neck, caressing it with his lips and tongue, even nipping at it and drawing a small amount of blood.  She moaned, and rocked back against him.  Remembering the taste of her blood in his dream, so long ago, he savored her essence against his tongue.  Sucking harder, he drew more of her blood into his mouth.  He could feel his fangs extending, and the rush that he felt when his beast began to take over, a feeling he only allowed himself to indulge in during the heat of battle.  "Kagome!"  He moaned, unable to force himself to remove his fangs from her shoulder. 

Kagome had felt reluctant, when she found herself before her mate on her knees.  He had only ever taken her face-to-face before, and she had liked it that way.  Looking into his eyes, she knew he was not thinking of someone else when he was inside her.  Like this, with him taking her from behind, she would not have that reassurance.  But suddenly, with his fangs in her mating mark, she felt a stab of unparalleled excitement shoot through her belly like a bolt of lightning.  She gasped at the feeling, and rubbed her ass against him, now wanting him inside her really badly.

Sess hesitated.  He had worked so hard to keep Kagome from being taken by his beast, which now was very close to gaining control.  He felt the wind kick up around them, the increasing heat of his own skin, the lengthening of his claws and the increasing sharpness of his fangs, and knew that he could not hold back that side of himself.  That side of him wanted her so badly.

He had experienced a lot of jealousy over the years, seeing her with his half-brother.  The worst times were when Inuyasha gave in to his father's uncontrollable demon blood, and he had been forced to watch as Kagome clung to that bastard, pouring out her heart to him to keep him from running amok.  Combined with the genuine fear he felt for her safety, was envy that his brother's beast was allowed such liberties, to hold her and touch her when he was in his most true form. 

He allowed the thinking part of his being to recede, only praying that he would not hurt her.  Strangely, the situation was very like that first dream he had had of her.  He had no control.  He could only wait for what came next, as if he had been swept away by the current of a powerful river.  He continued to suckle at his mating mark, less gently now, greedy for the taste of her blood.  He pushed the head of his cock between the cheeks of her ass, feeling for the hot, wet spot.  As he felt her flesh give way, he shoved himself into her, holding her tight against him with his forearm. 

Kagome braced herself as she felt him push into her.  Gods, this was exciting!  Sess had been so careful with her so far, and that is what had given her a chance to build up trust for him, but this was totally different and totally amazing.  She wasn't stupid.  She knew his beast was coming out, maybe because Sess had finally chosen to take her in this more animalistic position.  She was almost positive he wouldn't hurt her though.  ALMOST positive.  The small element of doubt that remained, however, was incredibly exciting and arousing.  Not to mention, the amazing currents of power that were whipping around their bodies.  She thought of the thrill rides she had been on when she had been a modern-day schoolgirl.  There had been one ride, called the Gravitron.  A big, silver, fake UFO, covered with cheesy multicolored, flashing lights.  She had been embarrassed, waiting in line with her friends, but they had insisted, telling her that she would love the ride.  She felt her clit tingle when she thought about it, the sensation she had first felt on that ride.  There had been pounding music, and lights, and she was pressed up against the padded, yet firm wall of this thing as it spun faster and faster, and the music seemed to get louder and louder, and the gravity as it spun pushed her and the other riders further up the walls.  She had ridden the Gravitron ten times that day, and snuck back for more without telling her friends.  And this is what it felt like, with the beast that was her mate pushing into her, biting into her shoulder, drinking her blood, the combined energy of their powers whipping around them like a typhoon.  When he adjusted his grip with the arm he was using to hold her against him, she felt his thumb make contact with her clit.  "Oh, my, gods!  Sess!"  She couldn't help but scream.  She felt embarrassed, in some far off corner of her mind.  But she had absolutely no control.  She pressed back harder against him, grinding her ass against his hard hips, trying to take him as deep inside herself as she could.  Her mate was groaning as he labored over her back.  The sound of his voice, the way he was pounding into her without control, were all so exciting, that she came again, only a few moments after her first time.  She felt her mate's teeth leave her shoulder for the first time since he had entered her.  He let out a bellowing roar, and she felt him coming inside her, throbbing as he filled her with his seed.