A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

Lover's Moon

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is another AU with the spicy prompt 'paprika'.

At first, the plants were used to decorate baroque gardens of nobility in Europe. Its pungency ranges from sweet to mildly hot and very hot, depending of the type of pepper the powder was produced. The colour of the spices varies from bright orange-red to deep blood-red.

I have added a few haiku’s I wrote myself, but try not to be too hard on me if they aren’t the greatest! A haiku poem consists of three lines, with the first and last line having 5 moras, and the middle line having 7. A mora is a sound unit, much like a syllable, but is not identical to it. Since the moras do not translate well into English, it has been adapted and syllables are used as moras. 

Kagome-hime was the second daughter of the lord of the North, and today her father had invited the Western Lord and his first born son, Sesshomaru-sama to stay and visit for an immeasurable amount of time. Kagome had of course seen the intimidating figure of the powerful Western Lord, but never before had she laid eyes on any of his offspring, let alone his heir. She was curious, but it was not her place to do more than greet them upon her arrival then leave the men to their business. At that instance she and Sesshomaru-sama chance to catch each other’s eye and an unmistakable connection was forged as golden orbs devoured surprised chocolate brown eyes.

That night and the following two Kagome received a haiku from the beautiful, masculine Western Lord’s heir, and she was helpless but to respond to the elegantly phrased words that caused her heart to flutter in her breast and anticipation to shake her delicate fingers.

Mine eyes captured yours

With only a second’s pause

Yet my heart was caught

Kagome had been very much surprised to receive this first poem from the powerful prince because she knew she was not as beautiful and elegant as her older sister, Kikyo. Usually it was to her paramours sent such flowery words and gallant gestures, and also, because Kagome was the second born daughter. Still, the romantic gesture had Kagome’s heart pounding and her palms sweating from indecision. She debated whether or not to answer, but how could she not? A light flirtation wouldn’t hurt her reputation as long as their missives were discreet. Resolved Kagome-hime pinned her reply, smiling as she did so.

There is no lock here

No cage that could bind spirits

Unless you chose; stay

The next night she was giddy when a reply waited for her.

Yet my spirit soars

Alone without love’s true kiss

Be my gilded cage

Breath seemed to abandon her at the hidden message, and then her heart swelled with love’s first appearance. How this man could think so highly of her she would never understand, she was sure. He was indeed the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon what with his long silver locks, intense gold eyes, and the mark of his family upon his elegant features. She remembered he had been a tall individual, taller than her own father, with broad shoulders and a lean yet muscular build his robes could not hide. Wording her reply with more passion than care, she wrote:

Arms that would hold you

A heart that would love forever

Would contentment reign?

She was so anxious for his reply, wondering if she had been too  bold, she could hardly eat the next day and fidgeted more times than she could count. Then his missive came. Almost reluctant, thinking she had previously made a fool of herself, she read:

Hold tightly, my love

To be offered such reward

Is forever more

Afterwards for some time, she was unable to form a reply as her heart lifted and warmth for this beautiful man filled her being. She was sure this was love. Reality was like a cold bucket of water thrown in one’s face when she was later that day informed of her father’s intent on offering Kikyo to the Western lord’s heir as his bride. How could she be so foolish to be caught in a dream? She thought she might cry, but forced herself to end the fantasy she and her prince had dallied in these last few days.

Alas, winter comes

It is time to fly away

Dreams never to be

That night she hesitated before she read his reply. She feared what she might find there. Did she truly want him to break their connection? But what good could their feelings be if their fathers’ wished such a match? Her eyes were puffy and red from all her crying, but she managed to open his missive and read.

A kiss fair maiden

For how could I part without

Meet where flowers bloom

Her heart stuttered at his unexpected reply. He wanted to see her? She blushed. Did he really want a kiss from her? She touched her lips wondering what it would feel like to have his strong mouth against hers. Straightening her back, she formed her reply. If this was good bye than she desperately wanted to see him one more time before circumstances forever took him from her.

When the night is high

And the moon flowers do bloom

Spirits chance to meet

That night, hours after her reply had been sent to Sesshomaru, Kagome went out to the gardens, strolling along the many flowers until she came to the patch of moon flowers where she waited anxiously for him to appear. She was worried they would be caught, but she had already come this far. She refused to go back now. She was dressed in a simple night blue kimono with white doves embroidered on the fabric with only one white under nagajuban. It was too difficult to dress in the elaborate style she was accustomed to without a servant assisting her, but no one must know of her rendezvous tonight or much trouble would befall them.

Her hands were clasped tightly before her, her bottom lip between her teeth, when she caught sight of movement to her left. Horrified that she had been caught out at such a time, dressed as she was, and unattended, Kagome breathed a sigh of relief and offered the approaching male a small smile before bowing her head and shoulders to him.

“Sesshomaru-sama.”

“Beautiful hime.” Kagome looked up at him with a silent gasp as she watched Sesshomaru lift a strand of her hair, which pooled around her waist, and kissed her inky locks causing her to blush and look away shyly.

“Uh, there’s something important we need to discuss, m’lord.” Her heart was heavy. She couldn’t look at him when she told him good bye, or he would see the love and longing in her eyes she was unable to hide. She was sure he would see her expression clearly this night while the moon was high and no clouds obscured the sky.

Sesshomaru cupped her cheek, forcing her gaze back to him, and she was helpless to refuse him. “Such a forlorn expression, Kagome. It pains me to see it.”

Kagome’s eyes widened at the sound of her name from his lips minus her honorific. It seemed too intimate, for it was never to be. She lowered her eyes, but did shy away from the soothing warmth of his palm. Her eyes lit on the beautiful paprika that was planted throughout the gardens to add to its splendor. In the light of the moon, its red color shone like blood, mimicking how her heart was bleeding at the unfairness of their situation.

Sesshomaru framed her face in his strong hands and her eyes were impossibly wide as she watched his head descend and froze when his lips came into contact with hers. His tongue licked at her closed lips causing her nerves to shiver in pleasurable sensation and she opened to his questing strokes. His tongue darted into her mouth, rubbing along hers, coaxing her to join in and dance with his.

Whimpering in acceptance, she tentatively flicked her tongue against his and heard him moan deeply at her actions. She felt embodied by his response and clung to the material of his haori high on his muscular arms, drinking him in.

When he lifted his head, he was panting with a look of such longing and need that stole what little breath she had left. “Kagome,” he whispered her name with a husky timber causing her to shiver in response. “I need you. Touch me. Be with me.”

Closing her eyes in sudden pain and denial, she shoved away from him and took a few steps back while holding a restraining hand in the air when he moved to follow. “It’s impossible between us! My father has offered Kikyo to be your bride. Please, I must go.” She sobbed and turned to flee back to her rooms, but a strong hand caught her arm and forced her to turn to gaze up at him, determination in his amber eyes.

“I don’t care who your father chooses. No other woman but you could assuage this need I feel. Only you, my love.” With that he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, forcing her head back while he bent her backwards, invading her mouth with such fervor Kagome was almost swept up in the rising tide.

Jerking her mouth to the side while she still had the will to deny what her body and heart longed for, she slapped his face and lied with her words; though, her expression and body gave her away. “I don’t want you!” 

Lightning fast, Sesshomaru untied her silk obi while Kagome was forced to raise her arms to keep the folds of her robes closed, gaping at his unexpected actions. Then she was forced to the ground, landing on her stomach upon the soft flowers and plants, her outer kimono yanked off and away.

“Sesshomaru-sama! What are you—“ Kagome tried to gasp out, shocked, but she felt her hands being tied behind her back with what she assumed to be her discarded obi in surprising gentle hands and her words silenced as she froze helpless beneath him.

She felt him cover her prone form with his much more muscular frame causing her to shiver in want, his lips pressed against her ear in an intimate fashion, whispering heated, impossible things.

“I think you do want me. The words you wrote to me claim you do and so does this.” Sesshomaru’s hand glided up her bare leg, past her knee, and up her thigh raising her nagajuban with his seeking hand. “You tremble at my merest touch. But so am I. I am undone by you, my love.”

Kagome bit her lip as his hand stroked her flesh with erotic circles, his hand rising, lifting her nagajuban further as he cupped her bottom with such delicate care, she moaned. He nipped at her ear lobe; the action forcing a strangled sound out of her throat before his tongue lapped at her throat.

She almost protested when she felt him remove himself from her back, needing the contact, aching for him when she felt him sit her up facing him before he once again toke her mouth in a fierce kiss this time his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth.

Spreading the folds of her white yukata, Sesshomaru cupped Kagome’s breasts in his hands, kneading the plump flesh and circling her hardened nipples with his thumbs causing her to arch her back thrusting her aching breasts into his palms mewling into his mouth.

Sesshomaru’s cheeks were flushed as a light sheen of perspiration coated his skin while his cock was hard and ready for the woman he held in his arms. Only she could stop the ache and fill his heart with her sweet presence. “Kagome,” he panted, drawing his head back to watch her beautiful face. Then he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth suckling hard. Her cries made his balls rise tightly to his body.

Laying back forcing Kagome to straddle his shoulders, Sesshomaru cupped her buttocks in his hands while he gazed up at her with a heated expression. “I have to taste you. Please, trust me Kagome.” He put pressure against her bottom, forcing her to crawl further up his body until she straddled his head, her thighs spread for his gaze. He could see passably well in the dark, but he wished fervently for more light to see the petals of her lower lips glisten in need of him. “Lower yourself over my face.”

Her eyes wide, she shook her head rapidly, but the way he stroked and gripped her bottom made her nerves tingle and when he flicked his fingers through the crease to her wet lips, she bucked into the caress needing more. “Kagome, love.”

Blushing from both sexual arousal and embarrassed, Kagome nodded her head and lowered herself until he was able to fuck her with his tongue as he longed to do. Her cries were soft and musical to his ears. His hands kept a steady grip on her derriere holding her still for his manipulations while he stroked his tongue through her wet folds before clamping his lips around the nub and sucking hard on the bundle of nerves causing her back to arch from his actions.

By her rapid breathing he knew she was close, so he thrust his tongue inside her to stroke her inner walls with the appendage tasting her juices and making her pussy walls quiver dangerously. She cried out his name to the night when her orgasm stole over her frame as Sesshomaru continued to fuck her with his tongue, feeling how her walls tightened around him.

Catching her hips, Sesshomaru gently moved her to lie in a heap on her side near his right shoulder before he rose above her. He stopped at her words. “Untie me.” Swallowing convulsively at the gaze she bestowed upon him with lowered lashes, he quickly undressed before complying with her wish. Dragging her yukata from her body, baring her completely to his gaze, he watched as the moonlight played across her pale skin.

Kagome’s eyes wondered across his naked shoulders, over his sculptured chest, down his lean torso, until she stared at the long hard flesh between his legs. She watched him grip the base of himself and slowly stroke up its length until he grasped the head in a tight grip. Her breath hitched and her womb clenched as she witnessed white fluid leak from the tip

Unable to help herself, Kagome reached out to smear her finger tips across the sticky substance. His groan had her snatching her hand back while her eyes shot to his face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, please, don’t stop,” he panted, his eyes imploring her.

Feeling brave, Kagome touched the mushroom head, stroking her thumb across the slit at the tip. She watched as his head was thrown back before his hand gripped hers, showing her how to please him. She watched entranced as he let go of her hand and pumped his hips into her fist, groaning.

Suddenly he snatched her hand away from him, rumbling huskily, “Enough. I must have you. Open for me, Kagome.”

He interlocked their fingers as he leaned into her forcing her to her back while he loomed over her, blocking out the moon’s light. His knee parted her thighs, and she gladly opened for him the fierce fire in her core begging to be assuaged only by him. She didn’t know what to do but her hips moved restlessly upon the ground.

“Please, Sesshomaru,” she whispered.

Growling in answer, he grasped his shaft until he was aligned with her weeping core and rammed inside her until he was buried to the hilt. She choked on a cry and shoved at his chest with her free hand, but he entwined their hands and pinned them on the ground by her shoulders. “Hush, love. It’ll…be fine in a moment. Just…don’t move,” Sesshomaru gasped out, his voice rough with passion.

She whimpered in pain, but held still until his hips started a slow shallow dance inside her, rubbing the tip of his cock against tender tissue deep inside her. Pleasure quickly made the pain a distant memory as her body began to make familiar demands, so she thrust her hips to meet every downward stroke of his, taking him deeper inside her grasping sheath.

She cried out when he swiveled his hips and hit a sensitive place inside her before he adjusted his thrusts by tilting his pelvic and continued hitting her sweet spot. She clawed at his back and tossed her head from side to side unable to contain the pleasure he was able to force out of her.

Sesshomaru gritted his teeth as he felt her walls surround his cock like a vice, sucking him ever deeper into her warm channel. His eyes landed on the paprika plant near her flushed face and smirked at the irony of their situation. He bent down and placed moist kisses on her neck and collar bone. “Your pussy feels so wet and hot wrapped so tightly around my cock, yet the scent is so sweet. Kagome, no one else can have you. Only me,” he whispered seductively in her ear, the words catapulting her into another orgasm along with the fast pumping of his hips.

He pumped through her convulsing pussy; his cock plunging strongly through her weeping core, gasping for breath, but it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. He yanked out of her warm depths, released her hands to grab her hips and force her to her hands and knees before teasing her still quivering core with the head of his cock from behind.

“Wait, Sesshomaru,” Kagome breathed heavily, uncertain if her arms could hold her as her core felt swollen and tender.

“I cannot,” he told her desperately and plunged back inside her going deeper than before as his pelvic was cushioned by her round bottom. They both voiced their pleasure at his swift entrance. He stroked her ass cheek lovingly enjoying the view of her pussy filled with his cock.

In and out he began a slow pumping of his hips watching in vapid attention how his cock would leave all glistening with her essence before being buried back inside her tight passage the sight nearly undoing him. “Yes, take me. Take all of me.”

As his thrusts became more erratic and less rhythmic, Kagome’s arms gave out. She fell forward, her ass presented to him; the slap of his balls against her clit had her climbing towards release once more. She panted and shivered when his chest blanketed her back, his skin rubbing against hers. A particularly hard thrust had her reaching her peak and Sesshomaru was helpless to the suction of her pulsing, quivering pussy and he came with a curse, spurting his seed deep inside her, shuddering at the intensity of his orgasm.

Refusing to leave her body as his cock grew softer, Sesshomaru rested on top of her but was careful not to smother her then he kissed her sweating shoulder.

“Sesshomaru,” she whispered.

“I will speak to our fathers. You are mine, never forget that, my love,” Sesshomaru told her before he cupped her breasts in his palms content to remain a while longer held tight within her warm embrace.