A La Smut~ by Kagome Yuki Niwa

Mother May I [Part Two]

Summary

: Granted free reign to fuck his step mother was not expected however he did so enjoy it.   

A La Smut~

Installment Three: Mother May I [Part Two]

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The glow from the refrigerator made him squint his eyes as he looked for milk. He internally cursed the maid for making it very difficult to find anything he wanted in this damnable house. A few moments passed and he located the milk and like the man he was… he drank from the carton knowing that had the maid been there it would have pissed her off and he needed to exact some sort of vengeance on the woman for hiding it behind the orange juice.  He gulped greedily his mind whirling about the other woman currently waiting for him upstairs.

His nude form was slicked with sweat from the heat of the actions he had just had the pleasure in partaking. Leaving only the most miniscule amount milk, he placed the carton back in the fridge and chuckled knowing the maid in the morning would be more than enraged. One of her biggest pet peeves was people placing practically empty cartons, boxes, and containers in the fridge or cupboard. It was petty but he was in a good mood and this for him was more playful then petty.

The door shut encasing the male in darkness once more and he retreated from the kitchen back upstairs to the woman that awaited him. A shiver raced along his spine as he remembered the cerulean hues looking up at him playfully, her warm body so inviting. She was certainly a passionate thing for one so small but he surmised it was her passion that made him want her so. That and the fact she was as stunning as she was sly which was infinitely so. She was definitely his kind woman.

It was a shame she was not his but rather belonged to another.

His father of course.

And she was step mother Kagome. It didn’t matter that she was younger then he  - she was still his step mother despite how loathsome it had sounded in the beginning. Now it was more of sexy kink then anything. She certainly had fun punishing him for being a naughty boy. It amused him on more levels then one. They began their little ‘incestuous’ rendezvous no more than three months prior and they each had always found one way or another to be with each other.

It was strange to do something so disgusting to his father.

It was strange but no more disgusting than Kagome marrying a man double her age.

After all, his father was both politically and independently wealthy and no doubt one of the most influential men of the century. What he wanted he got and he had wanted Sesshoumaru’s new secretary… just as Sesshoumaru had. Only his father got to her first. It was odd to ‘pull one over’ on the old man so to speak.

It was supposed to be ‘just once’ but it was not. It was definitely more than one time. In fact he lost count of just how many times it had been.

Sesshoumaru chuckled and was about to enter his father’s bedroom where Kagome lay waiting but paused outside the door at the quiet mewl and harsh whisper. Brows furrowing he peaked into the room and was both unpleasantly surprised and momentarily fearful of the man standing at the foot of Kagome’s bed.

“ – no, Touga!” Kagome whispered softly, cerulean tears pooling in her eyes.

“Honestly, Kagome – did you think I didn’t know?” he sighed as he crouched between her legs and pressed his lips to her inner thigh.  Kagome sat up and nodded her head as Touga loosened his tie. “Silly girl – the maid told me the first night it happened.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to her nub and suckled lightly eliciting a soft cry from the tearful woman.

“Are you mad?” Kagome inquired as she pulled her hips from his mouth and sat on her knees.  She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands and whispered softly, voice trembling, “Are we divorcing?”

It was in that moment Sesshoumaru saw his lovely seductress of a step-mother become the nineteen year old she really was. She was hyperventilating and her naked chest heaved with every intake of breath. Touga’s countenance softened as he sat beside her on the bed, giving Sesshoumaru a side profile of his father. There was a softness in his gaze that Sesshoumaru didn’t think he would see directed toward the small woman. He knew his father doted on his young wife but love? Actual love?

As Kagome cried and began to take gasping breaths Touga leaned over and ran his hand along her spine, rubbing gently along her back whispering soothing words of comfort all the while shaking his head, “No, sweetheart, we aren’t divorcing.” Kagome looked at his father with such relief that it bowled Sesshoumaru over and had him rethink everything because there wasn’t just relief but a love that was returned by her wholeheartedly.

“You know I married you for Souta – his hospital bills were too much for Mama and I to pay alone but I love you, Touga – honest to God I do.” She murmured whipping her eyes uselessly as more tears fell. “Why did you let it continue if you knew?”

There was a hardness playing along his features when answered, “If it were anyone other than my son I’d throw you on your ass, Kagome, despite how much I care you would be in the streets.” His voice grew soft again and he hugged her to him gently. He pressed his lips to her brow, “But I am an old man… in good shape but I am older nonetheless and busy. I have damned you to a life of loneliness and I will be away at other branches more often than not. I understand that there are things that you will want to do, people you want to see, and you will be lonely. You’re so young… “ he pulled away and looked down at her, gripping her chin and pressing his lips to her softly. “.. . so young.” He murmured softly against her lips. “So much life in you but you’ll grow bitter one day so I will allow this relationship.”

Kagome’s eyes were bright with tears as she looked up at his sire, “Touga… “

“Shhh. Just Sesshoumaru – no other man will touch you, understood?” he asked slowly. “If it will keep you from straying and if it will keep you by my side and happy then I can allow this.”

“But why?” she inquired.

“Because you look at him with the same softness you do me and he in turn does the same but I am much too greedy to give you up.” His lips smashed against hers, smothering any protests she may have had and Sesshoumaru couldn’t help but watch as his father’s fingers slipped between her wet folds and nibbled at her neck, covering the bites that Sesshoumaru had left upon her flesh.

His father was not supposed to return for another week or so and the marks would have faded before then. Lips pursed Sesshoumaru walked away from the room, unsure of how to feel while Kagome sighed and screamed well into the evening, leaving Sesshoumaru’s ears ringing with the sounds long after the two had ceased their actions.

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Kagome looked up at the mirror and bit her bottom lip at the reflection that was not hers. Behind her was Sesshoumaru and she looked down in shame, “He’s at work.” She murmured softly, “I’m sure you know.” She looked up to see him nod. “Does it bother you? You don’t have to continue this.”

There was a moment of silence and she looked away, Is this how far you have fallen, Kagome? She asked herself silently. Enticing both men? Couldn’t have just one could you?  

There was a press of lips to the back of her neck and she jumped in surprise, “I thought about it all evening, Mother.” He murmured slowly, baritone sliding along her spine eliciting shivers. “Father is gone so often it will be as though he is never here. For now – I can enjoy what we have between us.”

There was a wicked light in her cerulean gaze and Sesshoumaru arched a brow because there was the seductive vixen from before – she was the child no longer and he wondered, which was the façade? “Well then – if that is the case I know naughty boy that was eavesdropping last night.”

“Oh?” he inquired as she turned in his arms. She nodded and pressed her lips to his chest, bringing a flat, male nipple between her teeth and biting down earning her a soft cry.

“Mhm.” She murmured softly, cerulean gaze clouding, “Now come and make Mama happy and we’ll pretend that last night never happened, alright?”

Sesshoumaru looked down at the younger woman and his lips curled into a devilish grin as he brought his lips a scant few centimeter from hers, “Deal.” And then he promptly devoured her lips with his and lifted her into his arms. They didn’t make it far. Two feet maybe three before he wrapped her legs around his waist and proceeded to ravish her in the hallway against the wall. She shivered as he parted her royal blue robe and lavished her neck with kisses and nips. She moaned softly as he pressed his thumb against her nub and with a practiced motion he applied pressure and lightly rubbed. She gasped and arched against him, the action pressing her breasts to his chin.

He made a quick sound and promptly bit a rosy nipple and lathered it heavily with saliva and blowed softly on the nipple until it peaked out obscenely. Satisfied he brought the same attention to her other breast enjoying the way she squirmed as the wetness in her nether regions increased. Between soft mewls she gently murmured through clouded hues, “I cannot love you and will not love you.”

Sesshoumaru paused in his ministrations as he began to pull down his pajama pants having stayed over last night; his eyes never left hers as he guided his pulsing length into her core. She tightened around him deliciously and he groaned lightly at the sensation as her hands clawed lightly at his back. He flipped her so that her stomach was against the wall and her legs were wrapped backwards around his waist. She was held at angle to give both he and her more leverage. She mewled softly as he remained unmoving within her.

Casting her cerulean hues behind her the best she could she was not surprised to see the heat as well a coldness with his citrine gaze, “I do not need your love, Kagome, for I have all I need within your body.” That said Sesshoumaru began to slowly pump within her as she whimpered and moaned, “And I need nothing more.”

For Sesshoumaru was content to use her until he tired of her as long as his father allowed the deed to be done.

And he was a man of opportunity and a lot of opportunity lay within his younger than he step mother. He would not look a gift horse in the mouth as he drove her to her peak over and over and spilled his pleasure down her throat, along her breasts, wherever she allowed.

Nope.

Sesshoumaru did not need to love her to fuck her.

And Kagome? She didn’t mind because Touga provided her all the love she needed.

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'Gome Yuki:: Oooo. So YEAH. I found that older men let more slide when they want you or love you. I might do a threesome later - fun shizz man, fun shizz. I already have the next installment planned. I'm going to- make Sesshoumaru an unwilling prostitute and Kagome a more than willing buyer. Suggestions always welcome!