A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

The Lord and his Lady

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realize I am updating this lemon oneshot slowly, so I don't need reviewers telling me what I already know. I do it on purpose. Writing so much smut at once can tend to be boring to me, but there will be several more oneshots after this one. When I want to write them. 

Prompt: Nutmeg

At the bottom of the page are historical facts about the spice. I used the spice by name and used a historical fact to base my plot off of. 

AU fic

“How is she doing, doctor?” Kagome asked, her eyes filled with worry.

Doctor Hiro offered her a kind smile when he saw her standing outside his patient’s room as he was stepping out. Though Kagome was bred to return a man’s smile, she could not force her lips to crack even a hint of one, her worry for her friend weighing on her slim shoulders.

Sakura had just been forced to undergo an abortion. At first she tried to take care of it herself with the help of a nutmeg remedy, but as was often the problem with such home remedies, there were some heavy drawbacks. When Sakura had begun to miscarry as was expected, she had bled heavily for hours, prompting Kagome to seek a doctor. Both women were mistresses to very wealthy, prominent men of England society, and other than their protectors, all they had were each other. But unlike their ever changing paramours, the two women stuck together like family.

When Sakura had first informed Kagome that she was pregnant, what should have been a happy occasion was anything but, for Sakura’s benefactor wanted no bastard children from his mistress. She had one of two options, get rid of the child before its birth, or he would discard Sakura. In their line of profession, they could not be too choosy with who they had as their protector, and if Sakura was discarded, she would have no income to support not only herself but a newborn as well.

With a heavy heart, both women realized they could not live off of Kagome’s ‘income’ alone for long because protectors came and went without any warning. And though Kagome knew Lord Sesshomaru—her benefactor—loved her dearly, he was a lord of the realm, while she was nothing more than an expensive whore for hire—a courtesan, a mistress. It was doubtful—though she returned his love full-heartedly, foolishly—there really was no future with him.

“Ah, Ms. Kagome,” the kindly old man intoned, while closing Sakura’s door quietly behind him. “Worry not. Ms. Sakura will be just fine. I got the bleeding to stop, and there doesn’t seem to be any internal injuries that I can detect. She should make a full recovery; however, she lost a lot of blood and needs rest and a high protein diet. In about a week, she should be feeling much better, but I would recommend an additional week before she…ah…entertained anyone.”

Kagome did smile then, clutched her hand over her heart when a wave of relief swamped her. Smiling softly at the older gentleman, she reached out and clasped his hand in thankfulness. She couldn’t help but notice how Doctor Hiro did not seem to judge either of them for their line of profession. There was a hard knowledge to his gaze, for he realized that one must do what they must to survive, and though Kagome was nothing more than an expensive companion for gentlemen, she was well-off since her current benefactor was very lavish in his offerings to her—money, expensive clothes and jewelry, etc.

“Thank you, doctor.” She squeezed the winkled hand she held. “For everything. I don’t know what I’d do if she…” There was a hitch to her voice, and Kagome couldn’t finish her sentence.

He nodded, smiling kindly in understanding, before patting her on the shoulder and taking his leave. As she showed him out of the two story house she shared with Sakura, she wondered if she would be seeing him again soon and not because she might need help caring for Sakura, for she, too, was at least a few weeks pregnant. She tried not to dwell on the life forming within her, because she was not certain if Lord Sesshomaru would be of a like mind as Sakura’s benefactor and demand she abort her unborn child.

~*~

“You are as beautiful as ever, Kagome,” Sesshomaru whispered huskily in her ear. His words were accompanied by another thrust, jarring her into her vanity, her fingers curled around the edge as she held on for dear life, while her lover moved deep inside her.

His movements were slow as he retreated, but when he entered her again, impaling her on his thick shaft, he went deep, hitting the end of her strongly, silently showing her how he could fill her moist depths more fully than any other man had before him. It was as if he were telling her without words that she was his, her body his haven, and no matter who came before him, there was only him.

Though Sesshomaru stood behind her, Kagome could see his sweat misted visage in the large mirror above her vanity, saw how tendrils of his long, silver locks escaped the bow behind his skull securing the heavy mass from his face. His cheeks were flushed pink, his breathing rough. He was so very beautiful, it always sent a pang to her chest to look upon him. Even after all this time, Kagome still couldn’t believe that he desired her. His passions ran deep and so hotly that she was surprised they never went up in flames during their bouts of mind-blowing sex.

Unable to help herself, she watched him. He didn’t notice as his eyes were lowered to where their bodies repeatedly joined, arousing her further, making her wetter, saturating his pulsing erection in the evidence of her desire. Sesshomaru was fully clothed, dressed impeccably as the English lord she knew him to be. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she didn’t need the visual reminder of her swaying breasts and hard nipples to know that she stood before him nude as the day she was born, bent over almost double, as he fed his cock inside her feminine folds.

She went back to watching him, unable to help herself. Witnessing the lust in his eyes—for her—drew her attention like a beacon in the night. Her breath caught when his right hand left her hip, lifted high above her, and waited in expectant anticipation just before a smack rang in her ears.

He’d spanked her, a delicious sting blossoming over her buttocks and sizzling towards her core. Kagome moaned deep and sultry, encouraging him to do it again and again.

And he did.

Smack!

Sesshomaru’s palm landed on her other cheek, eliciting a similar, erotic sensation through her lower body. The sting reminded her of the night when he’d sat on her bed, his back to her headboard, while he had her curl—naked—over his lap. For the longest time, though she was not sure just how long, he repeatedly cracked his palm over her backside, not punishingly, but the burn had heated her blood, as he showed her just how enjoyable a spanking could be. Sesshomaru never hurt her, never allowed the erotic play to get out of hand and actually cause her any real pain.

He was the first lover to show her just how enjoyable a bit of pain could enhance her pleasure. Kagome craved this rough side of him.

God, he was huge, filling her so completely, she feared he’d tear her in two. And yet, she wouldn’t have it any other way. He was thrusting so slowly, yet so deep, she ached painfully for more.

“More…” she sobbed, pushing her hips backwards, trying to force him to go faster, harder, deeper. “Please, Sesshomaru…”

His name. When he’d taken her that first time, she’d called him by his title, and he’d beseeched her to be less formal with him, to utter his name in her ‘sultry’ voice.

He shuddered violently as he tightened his hold around her hip, before she felt another smack to her rump. She whimpered in longing.

“Enough of that,” he chastised her, his voice a thick timbre filled with lust.

Then he was leaning over her, the fabric of his clothes scraping enticingly over her bare flesh. Did he know how arousing it was to be fully unclothed while he remained dressed as if ready to attend one of the Tons many balls? Surely, he must. With tender care, he brushed her hair behind her left ear, holding still and deep inside her, his hot breath bathing the shell of her ear.

“You want me, little bird?” he whispered lasciviously. “You desire more of this?”

By ‘this’, he meant his cock, his hips grinding against her buttocks, swirling himself inside her, creating the most pleasurable friction imaginable. Kagome dared not move lest he stop and torture her further.

“Yes... I want you. Always. Now,” she said huskily, trembling with pent up desire.

“My minx sure is lustful tonight.” He gave her a shallow thrust, teasing her, tempting her for further contact.

Though it was agony, his teasing games only heightened her pleasure, thrilling her for what was to come—a release so powerful it would leave her senseless, otherwise known as ‘the little death’. Kagome craved the pulsing shocks of orgasm, her body tight as a bowstring, ready to implode by just the sound of his husky voice. He had only to whisper thusly in her ear, and she’d become wet with longing, her core pulsing and crying out for him—like it was now.

“For you,” she panted. “Only you.”

“Yes. Only me.”

His possessiveness always created havoc inside her mind.

He bit the lobe of her ear, and she gasped. The sound turned into a sharp cry as he retreated, thrusting back in powerfully, pressing her hips into her vanity. She hardly noticed, wanted more of that.

And he gave it to her.

Crossing his arms over the front of her body, he held on to her shoulders, his cheek pressed against her temple, as his hips began a brutal pace, pistoning his rock hard shaft inside her weeping core with long, sure lunges. Kagome couldn’t catch her breath, the air stolen from her lungs as she held on to the wood like a lifeline. Sesshomaru’s heavy breathing and low groans were like music to her ears.

So close. She was so close!

“Yes, yes, YES!” she cried as her release crashed through her, taking her on a tidal wave of pure ecstasy.

While she convulsed around and beneath him, he continued to thrust through her spasming channel, growling, becoming more wild and untamed as his cultured persona melted away in the face of his lust, leaving nothing but the animal that always lurked just behind the man.

With a mighty cry, more curse than shout, Sesshomaru spurted inside her, finding his own release. Kagome stood there on shaky legs, trying to catch her breath, while her lover trembled against her back, locked deep within her still quivering depths, and almost cried from the intense feeling of unrequited love she hid inside her breast for the man who held her so tightly.

~*~

“Have I hurt you, little bird?”

“No! No, of course not, Sesshomaru,” she assured him.

“Then why do you weep?”

Minutes later, Sesshomaru was once more composed, if his face was a little flushed and clammy from sweat, his member once again hidden within his pants. He was standing over her—too close—staring down at her tear stained face with a contrite expression. Kagome had cleaned his seed from her body when it had spilled from her depths and down her thighs, before adorning a silken red robe. She almost cursed herself for a fool for her emotional display.

It had to be because of the baby, Sesshomaru’s babe. She’d heard a woman would become overly emotional while pregnant. How she wished she’d been able to put off her despair until Sesshomaru had departed. Though she had to tell him of her condition, she did not want him to see her so distraught. She was his paramour. She was supposed to attend to his every need and make him happy, not have him fret over her.

And yet, his concern warmed her heart.

“I… Sesshomaru, I need to tell you something…”

Damn, this was harder than she’d thought.

Tenderly, Sesshomaru took her hand in both of his, the warmth of his touch heating her cooling flesh as dread and fear threatened to chill her to the bone.

“Speak. Tell me what has worried you so, Kagome,” he implored, his voice no more than a murmur, a deep rumble of a sound.

“Sakura’s pregnant. Or was…” she blurted out. “And her lover had her abort the pregnancy…”

What was she saying?! Kagome hadn’t meant to reveal her fears—even in a roundabout way. She’d only intended to inform him that she, too, was increasing. She had to ask him what he wished her to do about his—their—unborn child. Allow her to keep the babe as she dearly wanted to, or, like Sakura, abort the child she was already coming to love, though she couldn’t be more than two months along.

Empathy entered Sesshomaru’s amber eyes, and he pulled her into his chest, holding her close, stroking the back of her hair tenderly.

“Now I understand why you seemed forlorn when I had first come. Forgive me, Kagome. I should have inquired about how you were, instead of falling on you like a starving man.”

Her hands plastered against his chest, she shook her head.

“No, that’s not… I mean…”

“Tell me,” he encouraged gently, but firmly.

“I’m with child,” she whispered, unable to look up at him. “Your child.”

Sesshomaru stiffened, and Kagome couldn’t help but worry. Dread centered in her stomach as she feared he might not be as overjoyed by this news as she had been upon first learning of it. Would he demand she rid her body of the babe before it was born?

He was silent and still for so long, Kagome was about to push away from him, when he exhaled roughly. Then he held her tighter, almost crushing the breath from her lungs.

“My child… Our child,” he murmured above her head reverently, shocking her speechless.  

Then he was pushing her away from him at arm’s length with hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. What she saw in his eyes made her catch her breath. Sesshomaru gazed down at her with such fierce possession, it disarmed her.

“You fear I wish for you to abort the babe just as Sakura’s lover wishes her to do,” he stated more than asked, correctly guessing her fears.

She swallowed thickly and forced herself to nod her head once, jerkily.

He made another rough sound before dragging her into his arms once more.

“Never,” he whispered to her heatedly. “I forbid it!”

His large fingers burrowed into her hair, clutching the back of her skull in a desperate hold.

“Do you not want the child?” he asked her, his voice dangerously low, intimidating her at first, before her heart filled with joy as she realized he wanted the child to live as well.

“Yes!” she cried, clutching at him desperately. She would have said more, but her tears chocked her.

Then he was releasing her, grabbing her hand, and leading her over to her bed, where he sat her down on the edge and knelt before her. His hands were at her waist, holding onto her, gazing deeply into her eyes, as if he could see into the very depths of her soul.

“Marry me, Kagome,” he said gravely, seriously.

Kagome blinked owlishly down at him, her heart fluttering madly inside her breast, before she realized how impossible it was. Sesshomaru was a powerful lord of the realm, with a title and mass fortune. No matter how much she wanted to become his wife, he couldn’t marry a woman like her, a courtesan. Not only was she base born, she had been no virgin when she’d welcomed him into her bed and inside her body that first time.

“You can’t. We can’t,” she whispered.

“Yes, we can,” he stated adamantly, before he paused. “Kagome, do you not want me as a husband? Is there another… your heart desires?”

His jaw flexed as if he were clenching his teeth together at the thought of another man in her life she might be pining after. He was jealous, she realized, amazed. Her hand fluttered to her breast, hope a deceitful seed taking root in her heart.

However, when her lips parted, she couldn’t moderate the words that spilled forth. “I love you.”

His nostrils flared at her confessions, his predatory gaze narrowing possessively on her face, his grip tightening. “You are mine, Kagome. My station will not come between me and what I desire most in this world. You. A family shared between us in matrimony.”

Before she could object, he lunged, pinning her flat on her back on the bed, hovering over her like an avenging angel, his face like granite, unmoving as he made up his mind. She knew no matter what she said, no matter her objections, or how far apart their stations were, Kagome knew she could not dissuade him, and God help her, she didn’t want to.

“I have always done my duty,” he told her in all seriousness. “It’s about time I took some happiness for myself. No one will take you from me. Not my family, not the Ton. I am head of my family, and I love you, Kagome. Marry me.” It was a demand that had but one answer.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and she reached for him, encircling his neck with her arms.

“Yes.” 

AUTHORS NOTE: If you all haven't noticed, my stories tend to be on the romantic side. I'm a helpless romantic at heart XP

Nutmeg

The spice was rumored to ward off the plague and cause self-abortions. Pregnant women should probably avoid nutmeg. Nutmeg in high doses can be toxic and raw nutmeg has psychoactive effects. It is also reputed to be a strong deliriant. Myristicin poisoning is potentially deadly to some pets and livestock, so it is recommended not to feed eggnog to dogs. Blended in wine it can cause headaches, nausea, hallucinations and a sense of euphoria that lasts for several days.

Whether it's sprinkled on eggnog, baked into spice cake or blended into a latte, this pungent spice can evoke memories of holidays past. We tend to link it to celebratory times. Nutmeg rind is also blended, creating a fresh, green, tangy taste and white colour juice, or boiled, resulting in a much sweeter and brown juice. Ground nutmeg is also smoked in India. Nutmeg butter can be used as a replacement for cocoa butter and has applications as an industrial lubricant.