A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

All Consuming Love

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I know it’s been awhile, but I’m finally updating my stories. Here’s another lemony oneshot to add to my collection!

The spice is Coriander, the fanfiction Canon based. I know I don’t have that many canon lemons but I hope to fix that. I have not named the spice by name in this chapter, but if you read the spice description given by Stella bellow, you will instantly realize how I used it.

Enjoy! Reviews would be lovely so hit me with them XD

Koneko gazed into her scrying bowl filled with the clearest water she could find, her lustful gaze centered on the man of her desires. Ever since she had laid eyes on the magnificent male, her twisted heart demanded she take him, make him hers in every way, even if she had to force him, rape him.

Yes, she relished the thought of making this powerful being submit to her lust, to make him helpless before her every whim. She wanted to do unimaginably dark and wicked things to him, things that would make him recoil in the light of day, but she had ways to force his submission. She would have him and soon.

Holding up her hand, her intent gaze watched the liquid swirl innocently inside a glass jar and she laughed, her shoulders shaking in both mirth and anticipation.

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“Sesshomaru-sama,” called Rin happily, her small hands around a steaming cup of green tea. “I’ve been practicing,” she bragged with a childish grin.

Golden eyes lowered, encountering his ward’s exuberant expression, before gazing at the steaming cup of green liquid.

Nodding his head silently in thanks, he took the proffered drink, and took a sip. Scalding bitter tea washed over his tongue. The temperature of the liquid bothered him not; however, it tasted over brewed, almost burned, with a strange after taste he could not pinpoint.

He gave nothing away in his expression, not wishing to hurt his ward’s feelings, but she needed to learn. “Better, Rin, but keep practicing.”

Not a lie. It was better than her previous attempts. It baffled him that she would insist on being the one to make his tea for him. He had Jaken to do that, but the girl insisted.

Seeing no problem with this, Sesshomaru permitted it.

Finishing off the tea in a show of support, he did not notice that his tea had been tampered with, that his innocent ward had been possessed just long enough to add a potent potion to his beverage while it simmered over the fire.

He had just finished his tea when the scent of blood reached him.

Narrowing his eyes, he gazed off to his right before setting aside his empty cup and stood. It was faint, yet far too close to his companions than he would have liked.

“Jaken, protect Rin.”

Without waiting for a reply, he was gone, racing off to investigate.

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“Thank you, Kirara. Go ahead and wait with Kaede. I’ll be back before you know it,” Kagome said, stroking the firecat’s silky fur.

Giving her a cute 'meow’, Kirara wasted no time heading towards the village, towards an older miko who most likely had milk to offer her.

Chuckling in understanding, Kagome sat on the bone eater’s well, her pack resting beside her as she breathed in the lush scent of the earth around her. It was so peaceful here when youkai and bandits weren’t threatening her with bodily harm.

Her friends were miles and miles away. There was no need for everyone to venture back to Kaede’s village when this was only to be a short trip home to replenish supplies. Still she had to beg Inuyasha before he allowed her to leave. But it was the temptation of more ramen that really did the trick. She was out and he knew it.

Reaching down to her pack, her hand about to close around the strap, she paused when she felt it. A familiar aura. Releasing her bag while her other hand tightened instinctively on her quiver strap, she stood and stared off into the forest.

Something was wrong.

Leaving her pack behind-it was mostly empty anyway - she headed towards the Goshinboku where the familiar aura seemed to be. His youki was pulsating, agitated. She didn’t think he was injured, but something was off. She had to make sure he was alright. She couldn’t just leave if it turned out that he was in trouble.

Using stealth just in case an enemy she couldn’t sense was near, she made her way forward until finally she came to a small clearing with the Sacred Tree standing massive in the center.

Standing behind a tree, eyes zeroing in on the lone figure, she clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle an instinctive gasp, her brown eyes widening in surprise.

Sesshomaru sat with his back against the roots of the Goshinboku, sweat glistening on his bare chest in the late afternoon sunlight, his breathing labored - expanded his chest repeatedly in an enticing manner.

Lifting her bewildered gaze to his face, she noticed that his eyes were clenched tight, jaw locked. His demonic stripes that slashed double across both cheek bones were jagged, his alabaster skin flushed red.

Unable to help herself, her gaze once again lowered to travel across his naked torso. It almost took her a full minute to realize his right arm was moving in a subtle rhythm, so preoccupied with raping him with her eyes, she hadn’t noticed.

Eyes tracking the small movement, she choked on her next breath when she saw that his hakama were open, his sex jutted out proud and large, wrapped snuggly in his clawed hand.

He was stroking himself in long, torturously slow movements, gliding his hand from base to tip and back again to continue the process again and again.

Her heart pounding not from fear but growing excitement, breath coming in short pants; she watched, unable to look away. When his abs bunched tighter, her core followed suit, liquid heat pooling between her thighs.

He groaned in painful agony, an agony he seemed to enjoy beyond measure, and she almost whimpered. Her body went up in flames just by watching him pleasure himself.

His hand moved faster, his harsh groans getting louder as his chest heaved with every labored breath. She breathed with him, her face flushed with arousal, her body strung tight and aching.

Her fingers tightened on the bark of the tree that concealed her, yearning to touch his male flesh, a desire almost too strong to ignore. She had always been infatuated with this man, and now he was here, gloriously naked, his spine bowed as he strained for release.

His hand engulfed the weepy head of his erection, squeezing tight, as his hips arched off the ground. An animalistic snarl etched his elfin features as he emanated a harsh sound that echoed across the small clearing.

Her womb clenched tight at the display, her legs threatening to deposit her unceremoniously on the ground as Kagome saw a white substance stain his hand and cock. Knowing it was his seed caused her sex to quiver with longing.

He was once again settled against the roots, but he was far from relaxed. In his lap, his erection was very much still in presence. How she didn’t know, but witnessing his virility did crazy things to her stomach.

There was no denying how the peep show affected her. Her breasts felt swollen and sensitive, her nipples had tightened into hard nubs, while her sex was drenched with her nectar. 

Sesshomaru leaned back, cock aching as if he hadn’t just found satisfaction, and he mentally cursed the witch who dared try to force his hand.

Even knowing that he had killed that sadistic woman, he could not stop the affects her potion was having on him. Since it was made from both natural herbs and magic, his body reacted. If it had been a toxic poison, it wouldn’t have affected him, but the witch’s magic was strong.

He almost smirked in satisfaction, remembering how she drowned in her own blood. Her magic hadn’t been strong enough to subdue him or save her scheming, twisted life.

She had thought to use him, force his submission, but Sesshomaru bowed down to no one.

Keeping his eyes closed he said, “Girl.”

He knew Inuyasha’s wench had been hiding, watching him from the very beginning. He didn’t mind. He wanted her to watch. She was an enigma, always on his mind. Now that she was here, he did not want her to leave.

A gasp was his only answer. He would have smirked had his cock not been on fire. But he didn’t want to use his hand again. No, he had another idea in mind.

“It is pointless to hide, miko, when I know that you are there.”

Crimson orbs scorched her with his intense stare, and Kagome swallowed as she hesitantly stepped away from her hiding place. There were several feet between them, but she could see everything. He didn’t even try to hide his erection or wipe his hand covered in his essence but rest it on a knee.

“Ah...I-I’m sorry, Sesshomaru...” Kagome blushed, forcing herself to look away. She was caught and she knew it. But what was he going to do?

He would have every right to be angry at her ogling him and invading his privacy.

“You enjoyed it.”

Whipping her head back around, she turned wide eyes to his face, mouth open as words failed her.

His nostrils flared. “I can smell your arousal, miko,” he all but purred.

Blushing to the roots of her hair, she sputtered. This conversation was not going how she had imagined it. How was she to react? What was he getting at?

Luckily temper came to save her. Defensively she said, “I’m not the one who's being an exhibitionist! That’s something you’re supposed to do in private.”

“It was private until you came along.”

Anger dissipated as her eyes continued to devour him where he sat, she said firmly, mostly to herself than as a comment meant for him, “I’m leaving.”

But she didn’t turn around and walk away. She was rooted to the spot.

Even so, he rumbled, “This Sesshomaru burns.”

Watching him, Kagome couldn't deny his claim, his face flushed but not with embarrassment.  

Not wanting her to think he made a habit of stroking himself for any to stumble upon him, though why he bothered he didn’t know, he reveled, “A potion’s side effects.”

Appalled, Kagome stepped closer. “Someone poisoned you?”

He sneered. “Poison has no effects on this Sesshomaru.”

Huffing, Kagome rested her hands on her hips, her eyes firmly on his heated, crimson stare. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Magic.” Then he groaned so miserably that Kagome instinctively went to him, her aroused body momentarily forgotten.

Resting on her knees before him, she leaned towards him, placing a hand on his forehead. He was hot, burning up. He made a small noise in the back of his throat at her touch. She would have snatched her hand back, worried that she might’ve somehow hurt him, but he caught her hand.

She almost choked on her breath again when she felt his seed, slick and still warm as he clasped her hand.

Watching him with rapt attention, breath suspended, body clenching anew, he moved her hand down and placed it open palmed on his chest over his heart.

Her hand moving with his heavy breathing, feeling how fast and hard his heart pounded, Kagome felt herself sway towards him.

Silently, he glided her hand across his sweat covered sternum, down to tightly drawn in abs, and she swallowed.

“W-what...what are you doing...?” Her voice was not her own. Too husky, too filled with need.

“Did you not wish to assist this one, miko,” he breathed hotly. “Is that not why you stepped forward?”

Clearing her throat, trying to ignore the smooth muscles beneath her hand, she whispered, “Did...you need...help?”

Her mind was going blank, her entire focus on the man before her, his masculine scent invading her senses.

He moved her hand, encouraging her to wrap her much smaller palm around his member. He was larger than she had previously thought. Her hand was too small to fully wrap around him, and she gasped at the hot, smooth, yet steely texture of him.

She could feel the veins along his length rush with blood. He pulsed beneath her palm and she instinctively squeezed her hand. He groaned and she caught her breath audibly. Watching his face, she was not afraid of the blood red eyes that pursued her every expression.

“This is what I need,” he whispered huskily and showed her how to touch him, how hard to squeeze, how fast to stroke. 

Unsure, she tried to draw back even though her body screamed at her to get closer.

A hand at the back of her neck stopped her retreat, her eyes lifting to meet crimson pools. But then he kissed her.

Closing her eyes, she moaned into his mouth when he forced hers open, his tongue darting in, stroking along her tongue, tasting her, devouring her.

All the while, his hand continued to force hers to move along his length, enticing her further.

The kiss didn’t last long. It was as if he were impatient to taste all of her. She made a small sound of denial when his lips left hers, but the sound changed to a strangled cry when he latched onto her neck, pulling on her flesh, gently nipping.

Liquid fire settled in her womb, wetting her panties, ruining them. Every draw of his mouth felt as if his mouth was circled around her clit. It was impossible to keep silent as he continued with his exploration of her neck.

Obviously she was extremely sensitive there or she would not be reacting thusly. Knowing that he was most likely leaving a mark from his attentions caused her to tighten her hold on his cock. His fierce snarl made her jump in surprise.

She would have let him go if he hadn’t still had a hand covering hers. In the next second she understood that he enjoyed her unconscious action, so she did it again.

He let her hand go with a final squeeze, silently telling her not to stop before he leaned back and forced her shirt up. Upon seeing her bra, another obstacle to his goal, he forced that up too with more impatience, exposing her breasts to his gaze.

One hand on her hip, the other cupping her right breast, he feasted on the other, drawing the hardened tip into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue.

The small frantic sounds she made drew him closer to the edge.

Immersed in pleasure, she forgot to move her hand. Instead, she squeezed just under the head and he exploded.

His release surprised her, his grunts against her breast erotic as his seed shot out of his shaft, coating her skirt and belly in his essence.

She could barely think as he leaned away, releasing her swollen nipple but not before grazing it with his teeth. The action caused her to inhale sharply.

Unable to help herself, she looked down and saw the evidence of his desire, the milky white substance slowly sliding down her flesh. Sinful.

Her hand was still around his cock when she felt him again swell, harden.

Blinking in surprise, her body clenched at the possibilities. She snatched her hand back, pressing it against her breasts.

She barely realized that her chest was still bare to his view as her body screamed at her for fulfillment.

Trying to deny it, she made an effort to alleviate the lust that surrounded them. “That potion seems strong...”

He remained silent, watching her intently.

She licked her lips, unnerved by his gaze. Never before had anyone looked upon her with such blatant desire.

Then hands were in her hair, drawing her near. Sesshomaru’s sharp fangs nipped at her bottom lip and she yelped, the sound filled with her need.

“I need you,” he breathed against her lips before she felt his hand go under her skirt, bypassing her panties, and touching her aching and wet core.

She grabbed his wrist, a strangled noise escaping her throat. His other hand was still caught in her hair, trying to bring her closer for another scorching kiss, but she turned her head.

Frantically she said, “Stop, Sesshomaru!”

He didn’t. His fingers stroked her clit eliciting a deep moan from her, but she persisted before she lost all coherent thought.

“You don’t want me. It’s the potion! Please, I don’t want you to come to me like this.”

She realized in that instant how much she loved him. She had loved him from afar without even realizing it. She loved him still. Though her body ached with sexual tension, her heart rebelled at a loveless union.

She wanted a mutual joining, not Sesshomaru’s forced cooperation because he had been drugged.

She felt him still, but he did not remove his hand, a hand that was soaked from her fluids. She could feel it. Before embarrassment could settle in, he drew his upper body back, his hands still on her.

Looking into his blood red gaze, she admitted quietly, “I like you...a lot.”

Then the strangest thing happened. His eyes reverted back to their golden hue, his jagged stripes, returning to normal. He was still aroused, there was no denying that, but he was lucid, the grips of the potion seemingly nonexistent.

“Nothing can force this Sesshomaru, not the witch’s potion, nothing. I want you, Kagome.”

Eyes widening in shock, she then licked her lips unconsciously, yearning to hear words of commitment and so much more, but she couldn’t say it. Couldn’t ask.

Then he was leaning towards her again, chastely kissed her lips and whispered, “I have always watched you, yearned for you. Don’t turn me away, Kagome.”

Again he said her name in that husky, seductive way of his. She tingled. She ached, needed. She nodded her head. And his fingers moved, one long digit sliding between her folds, sinking deep inside her sheath.

Her hands went to his shoulders, her back arching as she moved into his hand, riding his finger.

Sesshomaru’s mouth ate at hers, devouring her small moans and cries.

He circled his thumb across her clit and she fell against his chest, her thighs tensing, her stomach quivering as he forced her closer and closer to orgasm. Then he added another finger, her inner walls gripping them tightly. 

Wrenching his mouth away, he growled. “Tell me you don’t want this, that you don’t want me and I will stop, this I swear.”

Sesshomaru wanted to hear her say it, needed to hear her claim her need for him.

On the verge of exploding she gasped out, “Don’t stop!”

She’d kill him if he stopped. She was so close, so...close...

Opening her mouth on a silent scream, her world came undone as her womb clenched, everything in her tensed as pleasure she had never felt before wracked over her, through her.

She convulsed against Sesshomaru, her womb clenching around his thrusting fingers and continued even as he pulled out. Ripping her panties, crossing his legs, he settled her on his lap, over his erection. He sank balls deep even as she continued to writhe in ecstasy before him.

She was a tight fit. Her orgasm forcing him to thrust hard into her to seat himself, and the scent of her innocence was undeniable. To make sure she felt no pain, he leaned forward and suckled on her right nipple, hands on her back to arch her breasts towards his hungry mouth even as he began a slow tempo inside her clasping depths.

He came quickly, unable to hold back as his seed shot up inside her.

Kagome had come back to earth, feeling painfully stretched, but she also felt pleasure, Sesshomaru’s mouth at her nipple made sure of that. Then he went stiff, groaning with his mouth full of her flesh as he came.

They were face to face, so intimately close that her heart constricted with longing, and she tightened her legs around the small of his back, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck, holding him close until he relaxed beneath her.

She nuzzled into his neck, thinking that he was finally spent, but when she shifted her hips to sit more comfortably on his lap, she felt that he was still hard, still inside her taking up so much space she wasn’t sure where she left off and he began.

“Sesshomaru?”

Her only answer was a beastly moan, his hands moving to her hips and forcing her to move over his straining member.

Finding his rhythm easily, she moved her hips up and down his length, feeling how he stretched her, caressed sensitive tissue. 

He was a tight fit, but the pleasure of his deep strokes made the slight discomfort meaningless. For long minutes she was unaware of, they danced to the same tune, their harsh breathing echoing in their ears, hearts pounding as one as they raced for fulfillment.

Kagome’s bare breasts rubbed against his wide, muscled chest, stimulating her nipples as their combined sweat made the glide of their skin smooth and easy.

Sesshomaru felt his balls draw up tight, his lower spine stiffening as another release became imminent. Not wanting to leave her behind, he reached down and pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, letting his hard thrusts simulate her engorged flesh by moving his hand along with his movements. 

When she came, biting his shoulder to stifle her cries against him, he came also with a howl, his seed shooting high inside her womb, coating her inner walls with his essence even as he felt her drench his cock with her liquid heat.

It wasn’t enough.

Growling in painful longing, he lunged forward, taking her to the ground. Disengaging from her hot, wet sex, he turned her on her right side, pushed up her skirt to bare her leaking pussy. He straddled her right thigh, lifted the left one high against his chest and over his shoulder before he sank deep inside her once more.

They both groaned at his entrance.

For hours he had her, forcing her tired body to come repeatedly as he did, until finally, the night dark around them, he let her sleep. He was still embedded deep inside her as he cuddled her back close to his chest, her rump nestled into his groin. She was already asleep when he placed a tender kiss on her shoulder before he settled down behind her, spent, but alert.

Twice more that night he woke her with heated kisses and intimate caresses, forcing abused flesh to take him, but never hurting her, never that. Always he waited for her cries of rapture before giving in to his own. She was special. He would never use her for his own pleasure, but give himself in return.

The next morning, Kagome woke to the sun in her face and an aching body. She smiled when she remembered how she came about these new pains when she felt lips at her temple.

“Sesshomaru,” she murmured sleepily.

Turning around so she could face him, familiar golden hues met her seeking gaze.

“Stay with me.”

Blinking in surprise, a beautiful smile stretched across her face at his demand.

“Yes.”

She sealed her promise with an all-consuming kiss.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Coriander

The British mixed coriander with cumin and vinegar and used to preserve meat. Thought to be an aphrodisiac, coriander was added to love potions during the medieval and Renaissance periods. Robert Turner would appear to agree with this assesment and said that when consumed with wine, coriander "stimulates the animal passions." Dioscorides, a Greek physician and author of several renowned books on the medicinal qualities of herbs, believed ingesting coriander spice could heighten a man's sexual potency. And, the Chinese believe that those who consume coriander seeds will be rewarded with immortality.

It was the unpleasant smell of coriander that led to its use as a medicine. The ancients believed that anything with such a strong and unpleasant odor must surely possess powerful curative and/or preventive attributes. Coriander seeds can have a narcotic effect when consumed in quantity which is perhaps how it became to be known as 'dizzycorn'. It is supposed to reduce flatulence also good for increasing the appetite. The seed can be used externally as a poultice and is thought to relieve rheumatism and painful joints. The seeds have a lemony citrus flavor when crushed. It is described as warm, nutty, spicy, and orange-flavored.