Clash of Alphas by sarhea
Riku Ryuu's Prompt - Rose
AN: Continuation of the last chapter.
Warning: Explicit sexual intimacy. Rated MA. Not for YIM
AN: Contribution for rOo’s 1st GM Challenge 2012.
~ooO Rose Ooo~
Her skin was flushed a pale rosy pink. Partly due to the heated steamy waters, but mostly because her pulse was pounding, blood rushing in her veins. Her skin was clean and free from make-up and chemicals, her lips like darker rose petals pursed and parted, her exhalations sharp and short as she struggled to reach her peak.
Her nipples erect and prominent above the surface of the water, a deeper hue of coral rose pink. She twisted and turned and writhed, gasping and moaning as she pushed her right hand between her legs. Her hips lifted high enough for him to easily see her nether lips part around her thrusting fingers and cling slickly to the digits. He wanted it to be his fingers exploring that pink slit and narrow opening.
And then she gasped his name and begged. He lost control. The charmed bracelet disguised as a watch cracked and splintered. Fragments of crystal fell off the clock face as the relic disintegrated under the onslaught. It had never been designed to contain excessive levels of jyaki. His power finally broke free and swirled around him before concentrating on one particular being, his mate.
It twisted and wove around her slender body, sliding over and under her skin. She gasped in reaction, arching and straining for more. Sesshoumaru could not resist pouring his power into her, becoming re-acquainted with his mate, in marking dominance in the first of many ways. He directed his aura to stroke her pulse points, glide over her skin towards her sensitive points, the inside of her elbow, under her jaw, the small of her back, just below her navel, further down into the triangle at the top of her legs. She was almost ready to break. He could not resist pushing her over the edge. It only took a small charge in a particular spot, the small dark rose-pink nub poking through the puffy lower lips covered with a thatch of dark curls. She came apart screaming his name.
“Sesshoumaru!”
The pulse of power, the pheromones released, the scent of desire. He could not resist the lure. Automatically he toed off his boots, and stripped off his shirt and pants. The boxers and socks were tugged, torn off, just before he reached the tub and stepped in.
She blinked and looked up with hazy dilated blue eyes. “Sess?”
His only response was a small growl as he knelt between her legs, submerging his lower half in the water. The water level rose dangerously sloshing over the edge but he did not care. He knew he was losing control. He needed to reaffirm his claim on her, to take her, to mark her as his inside and out. She gasped as he grabbed one calf in each hand and tossed her limbs over the edge of the tub. To his pleasant surprise she did not struggle and try to close her limbs, to regain control. Instead she spread her legs wider, exposing herself to his eyes, leaving herself vulnerable to him, submitting to his whims.
Blue eyes rolled back as he thrust home. She latched onto his shoulders and whimpered as he forced his cock through her slit and narrow opening. His beast was pleased to see the blood suffused rose pink flesh stretching around his thick shaft, to see his cock slide inch by inch into her slick clenching sheath. It was not easy. It had been months for her, but centuries for him. His control was faltering, but he could not stop; he needed this. When he finally hit the end she was panting, quivering like a butterfly, nails digging into his shoulders, but otherwise compliant. Gently he shifted her hips and she tossed back her head baring her white throat as he butted against her cervix. The pale slender column was encircled with his mark, a crimson ribbon. He could not resist latching onto her shoulder and biting hard enough to draw blood. To his surprise the savage act only pushed her over the edge.
He thought she was tight but the sensation of her coming around and under him was a hundred times more painfully pleasurable. Her powers surged free and lashed into him, scalding his skin and driving dozens of icy needle points into his flesh, the sharp spicy tang of her blood coating his tongue. Pain was simply another facet of pleasure for youkai and Sesshoumaru was the epitome of youkai.
He came with a roar, flooding her with his seed and fluids. His jaws were still clenched around her flesh and he groaned as his cock knotted within her. Fresh blood flooded his mouth and she came a second time, screaming and begging and sobbing his name. Her blunt nails scored shallow lines in his shoulders and biceps.
It was several minutes before he recovered enough to unclench his jaws from her flesh and open his eyes. Hating himself he lapped at the torn flesh, sealing the wounds with his saliva before lifting his head and steeling himself for the expected fear and disgust. When he finally looked down into her dilated blue eyes he saw no fear, disgust, or pain.
“Hi,” she said with a shy breathtaking smile. Her voice was hoarse and scratchy.
Uncharacteristically Sesshoumaru found himself tongue tied. “Hi.”
She reached up and stroked his markings. “I thought it was uncivilized to bite one’s mate.”
The daiyoukai was embarrassed but he found himself responding to her teasing tone. “I was feeling uncivilized and desperate. I have been separated from my mate for many centuries.”
“Where were you? I thought you were dead!” A hint of fear crept in her eyes. “Or that you had forgotten,” she quietly added, and he desperately wanted to make that fear vanish.
“I would have returned to your side sooner but I have spent the last fifteen years in America.” She looked confused. “To avoid paradox.”
Her expression turned thoughtful. “InuYasha never sensed any youkai whenever he came through the well.”
“Ten years ago all youkai were ordered to move outside of Tokyo, outside Japan if they were powerful,” he explained. “As a daiyoukai and your mate I had to remain far away as possible, so I would not be tempted to affect you. And past events.”
“Oh.” It was said very quietly. Then she looked up at him and asked. “So you want me?”
He rolled his hips against her, grinding against her clit. She blushed rose pink all over, darker across her cheeks. “I will always want you. I came as soon as I got the report that you were back permanently, that you had not vanished for an extended period of time.” Seeing her confused look he explained, “I did not have an exact date, for your last trip.”
Gently he shifted her legs from over the edge of the tub, wrapping them around his waist before he stood up, still joined to her. Water splashed and flowed down over their wet bodies. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her nose against his jaw.
“Mate,” she whispered in his ear and clenched her muscles around his cock.
He groaned and gritted his teeth. “Bitch,” he snarled digging his fingers into her hips.
“Your bitch,” she cooed against his mouth.
And he found himself losing control and taking her against the tiled bathroom wall, on her bedroom floor, against her dresser, before they finally managed to reach her bed.
TBC...
AN: Hope this pleased all of you guys biting your nails and waiting! {^_^}