A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

Heart Song

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

REVISED as of 2025!!

Alternative Universe!

The plot and characters remain true to my original storyline, but the title has changed.

P.S. The haiku are of my own creation. Also, I am not much of a poet...so please be kind towards one of my first attempts to create haiku!

CONTENT WARNING!: Mild Dom/sub Undertones; Light Dub-con; Mild Bondage; Light Spanking; Light Rough Play

Chapter Prompt: Paprika.

Word Count: 6,235

Glossary:

Inu no Taisho—Great Dog General

Sama—Lord

Hime—Princess or Lady

Daimyo—Great Name/Feudal Lord

Haori—Loose, Outer Garment Resembling A Coat

Nagajuban—Under Haori

Kimono—Traditional, Long, T-Shaped Robe With Wide, Square Sleeves

Obi—A Wide Sash

Yukata—Bathing Clothing

CURIOSITY WAS AN unbecoming imperfection of a daughter of the Lord of the Northern Lands—one of four great Houses, or so Kagome’s mother was always chastising her. But looking at the small scroll she held, Kagome thought, what was the harm?

She’d just returned to her bedchamber after attending dinner with affluent guests, as her family was currently hosting the Lord of the West and his two sons for the next fortnight. All three were uncannily similar in appearance, what with their pale skin as smooth as cream, their hair long and the color of starlight, and then there were their eyes, flashing amber in the candlelight.

She knew the two siblings were half-brothers, and though they shared a remarkable physical likeness, the younger appeared softer, somehow. Not that he wasn’t as physically fit and imposing as his family. And he certainly wasn’t soft in temperament. Inuyasha was brash, his confidence bordering on impudent. Whereas the elder, Sesshomaru, was aloof, his bearing composed and regal. Commanding.

Neither sibling was like their father. The great Inu no Taisho. His eyes were warm when he smiled, and he exuded a calm confidence that was reassuring. And he was cordial. Affable.

Kagome’s heart went out to the Inu no Taisho. He’d lost not one, but two wives. The first to illness, and the second had died in childbirth. Other than the basic pleasantries, she’d never had an occasion to speak candidly with him, or either of his sons. It simply wasn’t done, and Kagome always did what was expected of her—unless her curiosity was perked.

And the Western Lord’s heir apparent had certainly caught her interest. Sesshomaru-sama was…intriguing.

She couldn’t help but note the differences in the trio. His hair was longer than either his father’s or younger brother’s, but with features more alike Inu no Taisho’s, angular, sharper than Inuyasha’s. Kagome assumed the younger took after his mother. Another similarity the eldest shared with his sire was their height. Both were tall, towering even over her own father, and the Norther Lord was no small man. Inuyasha was at least a head shorter, and having a younger brother of her own, she nearly chuckled, knowing how Sota hated that his sisters were taller. But he was twelve, the third born—and father’s heir. Sota was the only male offspring of their parents.

Kagome was the second born, with Kikyo being the eldest. Being female, the Northern title and lands would never fall to them. All they could expect was a good matrimonial match, and what was more prestigious than being the wife to the heir of the Western Lands?

It was this reason for the Western Lord’s visit, for his heir to meet the Northern Lord’s eldest daughter. They were here for Kikyo, not Kagome. And yet, she felt a vague disappointment, for when she had thought of Sota and his frustration at being shorter than his sister, she’d caught his notice.

Golden eyes had impaled her, stealing the breath from her lungs by just a glance. She’d nearly dropped her chopsticks, which would have been a horrible breach of propriety. Not only would she have brought shame upon herself, but on her parents for such clumsiness.

When she’d first been introduced to him earlier in the day, she’d thought Sesshomaru cold, his gaze remote as he regarded her dispassionately. But the heat she’d caught flickering in his far too direct stare over dinner had made the amber hue smolder.

Kagome shook her head, inwardly chastising herself for being silly. Perhaps her mother was right, she thought with a wry smile, tapping the unopened scroll to her bottom lip. Perhaps she did read too much poetry if she was beginning to have fanciful thoughts towards the Western Lord’s heir, and all because she’d caught him staring at her for longer than it was appropriate. No matter how handsome Sesshomaru was, or how compelling his presence, they were strangers.

And, more importantly, he was Kikyo’s. No formal betrothal had yet been announced, but the intention was there. Moreover, Kagome was the second born. It just simply wasn’t done to marry off the younger before the elder sister.

With a whimsical sigh, Kagome turned over the scroll, and frowned at the lack of an identifying seal. With a shrug, she broke the nondescript seal and rolled it open, only to blink in surprise. It was a poem. A haiku.

Mine eyes captured yours

With only a second’s pause

Yet my heart was caught

Her heart stuttered at the author’s signature. Sesshomaru! Heart pounding, she pressed the paper to her chest and glanced around furiously, as though fearful of being caught, but she was alone, having dismissed her chambermaid after she’d been assisted from her formal kimono and into a simple sleeping yukata.

It had been a mere hour since she’d sat across from the Western Lord’s heir. How had he gotten the scroll into her bedchamber? When had he found the time to pen such a lovely haiku? For it was obvious he’d written it especially for her. Her heart tripped over its next beat at the realization that he’d felt it, too. They’d exchanged more than a mere glance.

Biting her bottom lip, Kagome looked towards her writing desk, and found herself walking towards it, then knelling on the plush cushion. It was as though a stranger took up the quill and removed the lid from her inkwell. Certainly, it wasn’t her, Kagome, who dipped the sharp point into black ink, ready to reply. To a man.

And not just any man. To her sister’s almost-betrothed.

That Sesshomaru had dared message her was dishonourable of him, and disrespectful towards her sister. She should be appalled at his audacity and throw his indiscretion into the trash where it belonged. To ignore it—and him—until his visit was concluded.

She certainly shouldn’t be flattered, let alone tempted to reply in kind. That would be shameful! A betrayal towards her family. Towards her sister.

But Kikyo didn’t know either of the Western Lord’s sons’ any more than Kagome did. The brothers and sisters were strangers.

It didn’t make what Sesshomaru had done right. Kagome bit her lip until she tasted iron, hardly feeling the sharp sting of pain, knowing that what she was about to do was just as wrong. Sharing his guilt with a response.

The words came to her, dragged from a deep welling of longing she hadn’t even realized she possessed.

There is no lock here

No cage that could bind spirits

Unless you chose; stay

Her boldness shocked her, but before she could allow regret to stop her, she sealed the scroll, then sat, debating how she was to have the missive delivered without getting caught—and smiled, both in fondness at the thought of her most loyal servant and grim at her own culpability.

With this one act, no longer was she the sweet, innocent Kagome she’d always been, but an immoral wretch who foolishly listened to the selfish longing of her heart, who willfully silenced the voice that told her it wasn’t too late.

Because she knew the truth.

It was already far too late.

The next night, there was a reply waiting for her. As before, she had no inkling of how the missive came to be in her bedchamber, but as before, she broke the seal: and read, guilt giving way to a blush and unfamiliar heat.

Yet my spirit soars

Alone without love’s true kiss

Be my gilded cage

Breathing far too quickly, Kagome fell to her bed, knees weak. Passion blazed with each character stroke of Sesshomaru’s pen, touching her deeply. Indecently. On a surge of energy, Kagome ran for her desk and all but fell upon the cushion. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the pen, then she was wording her reply with more passion than care.

Arms that would hold you

A heart that would love forever

Would contentment reign?

She was so anxious for his reply, agonizing if she’d been too bold, she could hardly eat the next day, and fidgeted every time she sensed his stare regarding her over dinner. They didn’t speak, and Kagome dared not lift her gaze from her dinner even once, knowing her feelings would be plastered across her face for all to see. Longing. Guilt. And everything in-between.

Would he answer?

His missive was there, waiting for her. Almost reluctant, thinking she’d made a fool of herself, she read, shaking:

Hold tightly, my love

To be offered such reward

Is forevermore

Kagome felt lightheaded, as though she walked on a cloud. His words, the feelings he conveyed to her in such lovely script, carried with her into her dreams. She was too full of life, brimming with joy and happiness that she couldn’t think to reply. Even the next morning she failed to control the wild turbulence of her thoughts to pen a response, but she was eager to see him. Perhaps she’d glance at him, and allow him to catch her eye, but when she sat next to her sister, fantasy gave way to reality as her mind began to play a malicious game.

Her insecurities rose to strange her as comparisons flickered through her thoughts in an endless stream, and Kagome found herself lacking. Her sister was more accomplished than she, her bearing more regal. What was more, Kikyo was far more beautiful. Then there was the guilt. Shame. Kagome didn’t know when, but soon, the expected accountment would come.

Sesshomaru would never be hers. Reality was cold. Desolate. But Kagome knew what she had to do. It was with a heavy heart that she made her reply.

Alas, winter comes

It is time to fly away

Dreams never to be

A tear fell, staining the last character, until it was nearly illegible, but unable to write the words a second time, Kagome rolled and sealed the scroll, making it ready to be delivered.

The next evening, his reply was waiting for her. She very nearly threw it into the fire without reading it, but as though compelled, she cracked open the seal, with the worry that she’d successfully pushed him away. That this was a goodbye. That he was letting her go. Her heart clenched at the thought, tears misting her eyes to the point that she had to rub them away before she could read what was written.

A kiss fair maiden

For how could I part without

Meet where flowers bloom

Her heart stuttered. He wanted to meet with her? She blushed, wondering if he truly meant to…kiss her. She touched her lips, fantasizing. Never before had she given a man such liberties, and at that thought, she knew he had to be her first. She would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t.

Just a kiss.

What was one last indiscretion compared to the others, to the letters they never should have shared? She penned her reply, thrilled and fearful all at once.

When the night is high

And the moonflowers do bloom

Spirits chance to meet

If they were caught…

No. They wouldn’t—couldn’t—get caught.

THAT VERY NIGHT, when the moon—a mere sliver—was high in the sky, Kagome made her escape from her bedchamber to the decorative baroque gardens her mother was so proud of, as well as the exotic paprika plants she’d had scattered throughout the landscaping, the crimson peppers appearing black in the pitch darkness of night.

Kagome was thankful the night was dark with clouds obscuring the too bright stars, but to make certain that her journey went unnoticed, she became one with the shadows by dressing in her darkest outer robe. And without the helping hands of her maids, Kagome hadn’t even attempted to dress in all the complex layers and elaborate style befitting her station. Her kimono was a dark blue with white doves embroidered on the fabric with only a single white under nagajuban.

That she’d agreed to a lover’s tryst was bad enough, but to dress in such a scandalous manner would undoubtedly give the wrong impression. She’d agonized over the dilemma for hours, half-tempted to wake her trusted servant for her assistance to dress more appropriately, but in the end, she’d discarded the idea. It was too risky. No one must know. Anxiety mounting, terror dodged her steps, but there was no turning back. She’d come too far. In words. Now in deeds.

Just a kiss, she kept repeating like a mantra in an attempt to soothe the apprehension that caused her heart to flutter in her throat with the fear of getting caught. Of the fear of embarrassing herself in front of the man who’d captured her heart with a few expert brush strokes of ink on parchment.

Then, she saw him. And blushed, her mind going blank.

A sudden wave of shyness overcame her, and she nearly bolted back from where she’d come, but he was stepping towards her, and just as they had over dinner that first night, his amber gaze captured hers, preventing all escape.

“Sesshomaru-sama,” she breathed, nearly forgetting to bow her head and shoulders to him in a show of respect. Like her, he wore dark clothes with his long silver tresses hidden beneath a hood. Surrounded by all that black, his face appeared as white as marble, and just as perfect, his features strong and chiseled.

And he was interested in her. Had requested to kiss her.

“Beautiful hime.” Sesshomaru’s head tipped, a small bow as due her station.

Kagome’s lips parted on a silent gasp as Sesshomaru lifted a strand of her hair, which had been left unbound. Unlike his silver tresses, her hair was as black as ink, and waved naturally, reaching the small of her back. He shocked her by kissing the captured strand. His gaze never left hers, making her blush, and look away.

Her heart was pounding so hard she nearly pressed her hand to her chest to try and calm the frantic beat, but all thought fled when Sesshomaru curled a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to meet the intensity in his gaze.

“Why do you lower your eyes from me?”

“I…” Unable to do as he silently bid, Kagome’s gaze slid to the side, over his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered, her throat constricting with emotion. “I shouldn’t even be here. With you. I’m not… This isn’t right.”

Soon, he was to be her sister’s betrothed, but she couldn’t say the words. They hurt just thinking about let alone giving voice to. She should leave. Coming here, agreeing to see him, had been a terrible mistake, but when she tried to step back, the hand under her chin was suddenly curled around the base of her skull. Sesshomaru yanked her against his powerful chest, and he had to bend his knees a great deal to fuse his mouth to hers, but when he did, she froze.

Her first kiss.

Her heart fluttered.

Then he was tilting her head, and grasped her chin in his free hand. With just a small amount of pressure, he forced her mouth open, and shocked her when his tongue thrust inside. Taking. Dominating.

With a moan of capitulation, Kagome sank against him, no longer even thinking to run away. She was incapable of thought, only feeling. Reacting. Instead, she clung to him, uncaring that she wrinkled the exquisite fabric of his haori by bunching the garment in her fists along his biceps. Without saying a word, he showed her what a kiss truly was, and how to kiss him back, until their tongues were entwined. A pleasurable duel she never wanted to end.

But she couldn’t breathe. He stole her breath until she became lightheaded, until she gently, but insistently, shoved against his chest with a gasped, “Can’t…breathe..!”

 When Sesshomaru lifted his head, he was breathing as heavily as she. With each rough inhalation, his muscular chest pressed against her hands, and her fingers flexed unconsciously. There was no give. He was all strength, making her shiver, but it was the stark need in his eyes that stole what little breath she had remaining.

“Kagome-hime,” he whispered her name, voice hoarse, a husky timber that danced along her nerves. Electrifying. “You are the very air I breathe. Don’t deny me.” Grabbing her wrists, he forced her palms down his chest to his taut abdomen. “Touch me. I need to feel your hands upon me.”

Just a kiss turned into just a touch. Then she’d stop. But, dear kami, not one second before!

When Sesshomaru jerked the halves of his haori open, revealing the perfection of his pecs to her enrapt gaze, Kagome needed no prompting, but slid her palms up. They both shuddered at the contact. Sesshomaru was hot to the touch, as though feverish, and oh so hard. Like a cat, her nails dug into him, testing the firmness with her fingertips.

His head fell back on a lusty growl, causing her to smile in triumph that she had obviously pleased him. She did it again, and accidently scraped the flat disk of his nipple with her nail. He snarled and grabbed her wrist, and Kagome gasped and tried to jerk her hand away, but he wouldn’t let her.

“I-I’m sorry!” she stammered, feeling inept, her confidence snuffed out like a candle’s flame.

He jerked her to him when she would have taken a step back with one of his hands around the back of her skull. “Do it again.” A demand, voice harsh, but not in anger. Desire. “But this time, do it with your mouth.” With that command, he pressed her face against his chest. His heady scent flooded her, making her dizzy—with want.

Hesitant, Kagome nuzzled him before finding his nipple with her mouth, then her tongue. His groan went straight to her sex, causing a strange yet pleasant throbbing. She licked him again and felt him tense around her, then his other arm encircled her, caging her. “Use your teeth,” he rasped. “Gently,” he stressed, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he added, “but not too gentle.”

Emboldened by his desire, and fueled by a passion of her own, she scraped her teeth against him. His muscles bunched, the hand in her hair tightening almost painfully. “Harder!” When she did, he shuddered against her.

Then she gasped as she felt him yank on the back of her hair, before he captured the sound with his mouth. He kissed her like a man starved, like she was the substance that sustained him, keeping him alive. Kagome could do nothing but submit with a helpless mewl, clinging to the open halves of his haori when her knees went weak.

Reality disrupted the pleasurable fog that had enveloped her mind. Kagome stiffened, before she started shoving against his chest and tore her mouth away with a gasp. When she felt him angle his head to recapture her lips, she lifted a hand to cover his mouth. “We mustn’t! We can’t do this.”

Amber eyes stared back at her, defiant. Hungry. Reaching up, he forced her hand down so he could speak, his arm a vice around her waist, anchoring her to him. “Why do you deny me? Why deny yourself? I know you feel this, too.” When he tried to kiss her again, she quickly turned her head, and felt his lips land on her cheek. He spoke against her skin, breath hot, voice desperate. “Tell me why, Kagome. Make me understand, or I fear, I may not stop.”

His warning made her stiffen, and yet, a flood of moisture leaked from her core, soaking her undergarments.

“You know why,” she cried softly. “Kikyo is to be your bride, not I.”

“You are wrong. I have already spoken with my father, who has promised to speak with yours. You are the bride I seek, no other.”

Tears glazing her eyes, she jerked her head around and up, needing to see the truth in his. There. As clear as day.

With a happy cry, she didn’t stop him when he leaned down to recapture her mouth, but went on her toes to meet him halfway, her arms thrown around the back of his neck. With his arms around her back, he held her close, chest to chest, hip to hip, when she felt it. A hard, large length pressed against her stomach.

No! This couldn’t be real. Her father would never agree to the betrothal, not when her elder sister was yet unwed.

Somehow, she was able to tear herself away from Sesshomaru and quickly put distance between them. “It’s impossible between us,” she cried, curling her fists against her chest defensively, as though it weren’t already too late to protect her heart, a heart he’d so easily stolen with but a few fervent scribbled verses. “My father would never agree to it.”

“I will have no other but you,” he vowed, his gaze compelling her to listen, to accept him.

But she couldn’t. She had to be strong, when actually, she was being weak. Running rather than standing to fight for what she wanted, because it simply wasn’t done. Constrained by the rules set upon her at birth, Kagome knew her duty, and she’d already stumbled off the path. She had to find her way back before she fell too far—but it was already too late.

She knew it. Sesshomaru knew it.

Still, she denied it. “I don’t want you!”

“You lie.” His face hardened, became determined. It scared her—thrilled her—when he took a threatening step closer, and she matched him, taking one back.

He surprised her, moving lightning fast. She felt a tug on her obi before it was yanked away. She moved to clutch the edges of her kimono closed when she was forced to the ground, and shoved onto her stomach, the grass and flowers cushioning her as both her outer kimono and nagajuban was yanked from her shoulders.

She hadn’t even bothered to bind her breasts, and now, she felt every blade of grass tickling her from her chest to her thighs. The only thing preserving her modesty was that Sesshomaru had pinned her with her front to the ground, as well as a small strip of cloth that covered her feminine flesh.

“Sesshomaru-sama! What are you—” Kagome gasped, but her demand was cut off by a surprised squeak when her hands were pulled behind her back and secured by her obi. Kagome froze, disbelieving, and horribly aroused.

She felt him, crowding her, saw his hands press against the ground on either side of her head as he leaned down to whisper next to her ear. “I think you do want me, Kagome. It was in every line you penned to me, every shy glance you sent my way when you thought I wasn’t looking.”

He shifted. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but when she felt hands on her hips, she could do nothing but gasp in surprise as he yanked her onto her knees. With her hands tied behind her, she couldn’t rise up. Instead, her cheek remained pressed into the ground, with her derriere in the air. Like a cat in heat. Like a wanton.

She felt it, the cool night air tickling along her exposed skin. Her stomach. Her breasts. Her nipples tightened into erect little points. She shivered, but not from cold. Instead, she felt warm. Heat radiating from her center and surging through her veins—in excitement.

“Your kiss is more honest than your words. And this.”

“Sesshomaru!” Scandalized, enflamed, she moaned piteously when she felt him cup her most intimate flesh, his fingers finding her undergarments soaked.

“Your body weeps for me,” he whispered, voice hoarse with suppressed desire. “As does mine. Just the sight of you makes my cock drip with precum.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that!”

They were embarrassing. Arousing.

Then he did something even more wicked by rubbing his fingers over her aching center, making her cry out at the pleasure of it.

SESSHOMARU FELT FLUSHED. He was burning up, and all because of this one hime. She made him feel like an untried youth, had him so twisted up inside until all he saw was her and those dark umber eyes that stared at him with such naked appreciation, and more. Not just lust, and his heart clenched in answer.

That she was afraid was understandable. She was the daughter of a high daimyo, but so was he the son of an equally powerful lord. They were social equals. Not that it mattered. He wasn’t thinking about social class and status. Sesshomaru was determined to obtain his heart’s desire. Her. Kagome. And knowing that she wanted him back, he sought to assuage her fears, to embolden her with passion’s fire.

She was bent over, her back arched, the delicate ridges of her spine drawing his eye to the enticing swell of her buttocks. His mouth went dry at the sight of her, bent over and presenting. That she was bound, helpless, made his cock twitch in the cool night air. He was fully unclothed now and palmed his length as a bead of semen leaked from the tip. He longed to bury himself deep inside her, but he forced himself to slow. To make this good for her. To not hurt her, for he was certain she was chaste. Untouched.

But she wouldn’t be after tonight. He couldn’t stop—wouldn’t. Not know.

He had to touch her, so he pressed his fingers against that tantalizing wet spot, and was gratified when she moaned in delight at his caress. Though he was enjoying the view, Sesshomaru gently hauled Kagome up with a hand on her shoulder until her bound fingers brushed his cock.

She tried to recoil, but with his arms encircling her, he held her close with both his hands cupping her breasts. Squeezing the soft globes. Her breath hitched, and he saw her watching, eyes on his hands as he fondled her.

“Tell me again how you don’t want me. That you don’t want this.” He didn’t give her a chance to answer but pinched her nipples. Kagome cried out, her back arching, and felt her fingers spasm along his pulsating cock.

Releasing one of her breasts, he reached between them and forced her hands around his length, groaning when he tightened her hands around him. Lips against her ear, he whispered hoarsely, “Touch me, as I touch you.”

When he released her hands, she didn’t shy away from him, but gripped him the best she could with her hands tied. It was awkward, but her being bound, her obedience, made his flesh thicken and another bead of semen seeped from the slit and slid down his cock. She felt his body’s reaction, her fingers investigating, testing the sticky evidence of his desire.

“I want you, Kagome.” With one hand on her breast, he slowly ran his free hand down her abdomen, before burrowing beneath her undergarments to find her wet folds. “Feel my desire for you, as I feel yours.”

Her grip tightened around him as he began to play with the soft petals of her sex, paying special attention to the sensitive bud. Her hips gyrated into his hand, and he followed the frantic movements of her hips with his own, pumping his cock into her fists, groaning when he felt her gush against his hand as he forced her into a slow climax.

He was quick to cover her mouth when she cried out, not wishing to be overheard, because he refused to stop, even if they were caught. He couldn’t stop. He’d force any would-be gawker to watch. He was future lord of the Western Lands. Few would dare try to come between him and what was his.

When he’d wrenched the last convulsive tremors from her, only then did he remove his hand from her hot core. While she collapsed against his chest, panting, he lifted his hand to his face, seeing the evidence of her desire. Her scent called to him, made him dizzy with want, and like the depraved beast he was, he shoved his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, swallowing her essence.

Lust punched him in the gut. She’d stopped stroking him, but he was as hard as ever. So much so it hurt.

He was desperate to be inside her, but he had to be sure. He was large and she was small. Untried. He would hurt her if he wasn’t careful, and Sesshomaru would rather cut off his arm than to cause Kagome pain. With that thought in mind, he kissed her temple, his hands going back to her breasts. Fondling. Squeezing. Then pinching the tight little buds.

She moaned. His name.

His heart pounded against his chest, the blood rushing in his ears when he felt her grasp his cock without prompting. He pumped his hips into her tiny hands, her fingers unable to wrap around him completely, while his fingers continued to toy with her body. One moment he was gentle, rolling her nipples. Then he was pinching, tugging until her breasts lifted.

The first time he did it, he wondered if he’d been too rough, but the sound she made sent his hips pistoning into her fists. The second time, she squeezed him so hard he nearly came then and there, her cries muffled by his hand again as she began jerking against him as though… She was coming, he realized, amazed. Aroused.

No more waiting.

“Enough,” he barked, panting as he forced her hands from his cock. Then he was shoving her back down, her cheek against the ground, her ass in the air. “Enough waiting. I must have you! Open for me, Kagome.”

She moaned when he forced her knees wider spread to make room for him. She looked up at him over her shoulder, passion glazing her eyes. Waiting. Not stopping him, he realized. Impatient, he tore her undergarments, the thin fabric ripping easily with a loud tear. He saw her eyes widen, before they darkened in hunger. For him.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, palming himself.

When she hesitated, he slapped her ass. Not hard, but not soft either. Kagome cried out with a look of surprise, before the lust in her gaze intensified.

“Tell me.”

He saw the anticipation in her eyes, knew what she wanted when she refused his order, and slapped her ass, harder this time. Her moan was both a sound of pain and pleasure. Then she answered, panting, “I want you.”

“I want you, Sesshomaru,” he corrected on a guttural snarl with a sharp slap. “Say it!”

She repeated him on a choked cry, and he rewarded her with two hard slaps on each cheek, her cries music to his ears. He watched as her pale flesh pinkened by his hand, and groaned when he was forced to grip himself tightly—painfully—to stop himself from spill his seed.

As soon as he regained control of himself, he angled the wide head to her weeping core and pressed in, feeling the moment he wedged the head inside. She was tight. He groaned, low and deep. Helpless to stop himself, he thrust shallowly, sinking a couple more inches inside her, and nearly came again before he was ready when he felt her clamp down on him.

“Fuck!” he snarled, bucking against her, into her. Then he felt it, the evidence of her innocence.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to still as he leaned over Kagome. She was so small compared to him, delicate. And oh, so sweet. Propping himself up with one hand on the ground, he reached under her until he found her clit and rubbed. Her lips were coated in her arousal, and swollen with desire.

At his touch, her hips jerked. Without pulling all the way out, he jerked back just in time before she could hurt herself. To keep her in place, he pinned her down with a hand between her shoulder blades as his fingers stroked her. Kagome was a wild thing, beautiful and eager in her passion. Nor was she silent. Though he was eager to make her scream over and over again, to have everyone know that she was his, this was not the time for an audience. Reaching over to his discarded clothes, he had to stop what he was doing, before pulling her back up.

Her moan of discontent and demand for more made him grin in satisfaction. “In a moment, my love. Now, open your mouth. That’s it, don’t be afraid,” he crooned as he looped his obi around her mouth. He’d made a knot that fit easily between her lush lips, and secure the gag at the back of her head. He kissed her cheek and began petting her folds again, while he pinched and pulled her nipple the way he knew she liked when he felt her tense in uncertainty after gagging her.

After a moment, he felt her relax against him, and he encouraged her back down as before, her rump in the air, his cock breaching her pussy.

“Be as loud as you want,” he whispered huskily against her ear, stroking her clit as he pulled his hips back the barest inch, before thrusting back in without taking her innocence. Not yet. Not until she was ready.

He groaned, rubbing her clit faster, excitement tightening his muscles as her muffled cries escalated into a keening wail. He felt her come around his cock, her pussy spasming around him in rhythmic pulses.

Sesshomaru wasted no time. He thrust deeply until he seated himself entirely within her convulsing core. Kagome shrieked, the sound muffled, but he didn’t think he hurt her, and if he did, Kagome was too lost to pleasure as he felt her come around him again. Her body tried to milk him of his seed, and Sesshomaru was hard-pressed to hold on and not spend. Not yet!

He waited long moments until he felt Kagome settle down. Going lax beneath him. She would have collapsed had he not leaned back and grabbed her hips, forcing her to stay upright, ass in the air. He slapped her ass once, twice, and smirked when she choked on a groan, her pussy clenching around him until he hissed.

“You’ll come for me again,” he vowed harshly as he began pumping his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her in long, hard jabs. “Only then can you have my seed. Do you want that, Kagome? Do you want my seed coating you inside, flooding your womb?”

She chocked, a pleasurable sound of assent that caused his shaft to thicken harder. Kagome felt it and groaned, even shoved her ass back, into his thrusting cock.

“Good girl,” he praised, slapping her ass.

He kept slapping her with each hard thrust until her cry was sharp, high pitched. Only then did he stop, and admired her blazing red cheeks. His gaze moved to his cock, and he watched himself fuck her. Kagome’s arousal coated his shaft, along with the evidence of her innocence. At the sight, something primal within him snapped.

He fell forward, hands pressed to the ground on either side of Kagome’s head, and he was pounding into her. Her muffled cries were next to his ear, and Sesshomaru had to bit his lip to keep himself from shouting. He was close, so close, but he gnashed his teeth. Waiting. Waiting.

“Come, damn you! Come now!” he commanded raggedly, and bit back a howl when he felt her convulse around his cock.

Her release triggered his own. There was no holding back, no preventing the earth-shattering climax that shot down his spine and up his cock. He coated her pussy in great bursts, so much so, he felt his semen burst from her twitching womb and coat both their thighs.

He kept thrusting as he came, until his cock gave one last jerk. Then he collapsed, and just managed to fall to his side. He took Kagome with him. He quickly untied her wrists, then her mouth, before his arms moved around her, cuddling her against his chest. He kept her pussy stuffed with his cock, oddly reluctant to leave the haven of her body.

Sesshomaru kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. “Tell me you understand,” he demanded, slightly breathless from their pleasurable exertions. “Tell me that you are mine, that you trust me to care for you.”

She took a moment to answer, making his heart clench, only to loosen at her shy response. “I trust you, Sesshomaru-sama.”

With a smirk, he nuzzled against her hair, breathing in her heady scent. “You are mine, Kagome. Soon, to be my wife, even if I have to abduct you and steal you away.”

At her horrified gasp, he chuckled, before pulling his cock free so he could turn her to face him, only to shove back in and watched her eyes widen. He was hard, needing her.

“Again?” she gasped.

He thrust into the hot clasp of her body, hearing her moan of delight. “Again and again and again.”