Devotion and Sacrifice

By Danyealle

(fanfiction/angst/MF)

Chapter 9

In the early morning hours, Kagome emerged from her slumber of the dead and groggily wandered to the bathroom.  When she came back, she slid back in bed and curled up between the inu’s legs, head resting on his chest.

Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her and held her, resting his chin gently on top of her head. 

Sighing contentedly, she snuggled up to him, completely relaxed. 

Wrapping an arm around his waist, she gave him a light squeeze.

He kissed her on top of the head, he then nuzzled his cheek softly with hers, eyes shut, feeling his beast purr.

“Sesshomaru…” she said in that almost breathless whisper that made him shiver and his blood ignite at the same time.

Holding her close, he sifted them around until they were laying on their sides.  Enfolding her in his arms, he pulled her tightly to him and allowed his mouth captured hers.

Whimpering, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back fervently.  Pressing tightly to his body, she quivered, her skin prickling.

Slowly, as his mouth devoured hers, his hand slipped down the front of her body.  Gently, he cupped her breast and teased the nipples with a sword-calloused thumb until they were hard little nubs.  Hearing her gasp and whimper, her body shuddering under his touch, his hand slowly slid down further.  He slipped his hand down the font of her sleep pants, fingers gliding over her bald pussy, he felt her shake and she moaned in his mouth.

With an expert touch, he found her clit and gently, with one finger, teased it until it shyly poked out of its protective hood.  Whimpering louder, she arched her hips off the bed and pressed herself harder on his finger.  Sliding a hand of her own down, she rubbed the impressive budge in the front of his sleep pants before sliding her hand through the opening and grasping hold of the turgid flesh, receiving a lustful growl from him in return.  When she squeezed it under the head she felt a small trickle of pre-cum dribble over her hand.

Kissing her fervently, he growled softly in appreciation for what she was doing.  Though her touch was a bit fumbling and inexperienced, it excited him more than any other in the past had.  Despite the fact that they hadn’t progressed to actual sex, what they did was most satisfying. 

As she quickly climbed to her peak, she shuddered almost violently, gasping and wiggling around.  Pulling away from the kiss, she cried out softly and was unable to hold still.  Trembling, she clutched onto him tighter with her one hand then said, breathlessly, “Please don’t stop this time Sesshomaru!”

Understanding what she meant, he hissed out a deep, lustful, “Yes!”  Up to this point they had stopped before the point of actual intercourse.  He made it clear that he would go no further until she was ready for that step and told him so.  On his end, he was also pretty sure that he would be unable to stop himself from marking the woman when it finally did happen.

Quickly, he almost ripped his sleep pants off and flung them somewhere across the room.  Just as fast her clothes were off and tossed somewhere as well, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he found them hanging from the ceiling fan later on.  With practiced grace, he slid between her mile-long legs and propped her thighs on his.  Grabbing his turgid flesh behind the already darkened head, he rubbed it up and down her flowered open entrance, listening to her whimper.  Fighting the urge to just thrust all the way in one stroke, known that would hurt; he slowly eased himself into her tight sheath a little at a time, stretching her gradually.  Her immense tightness caused him to whine in pleasure and made him fight to maintain his self control.  Kami!  It was the most pleasurable thing he had felt, ever!

Pulling her legs up, she wrapped them around his waist and held on.  Yes, as would be expected, it did hurt but since they had done other things, not as much as she thought it would have and it wasn’t all that bad, certainly not as bad as some people had said it was.  In fact, it was actually more uncomfortable than hurt.

Once he was fully seated inside her, he held still.  Part of it was to allow her to adjust but part of it was so he could keep a handle on his own self control, something that was quickly slipping away.  Sliding a hand under the small of her back, he lifted her hips up into the position he wanted her in.  Propping himself up on his other forearm that was resting above her head, his mouth captured hers again. He kissed her passionately; his tongue slipped into her mouth as it began to dance with hers. 

Moaning into his mouth, she slipped her arms around him and held on tightly.  Her whole body was throbbing and seemed to have been set alight from the inside.  Though she was still a bit uncomfortable from being stretched a new way, her muscles began to clench around him of their own volition.  Panting heavily, she thrust her hips up a bit.

Grunting into her mouth as he felt her tighten around his already throbbing flesh, he pulled his mouth off her and looked down into her face.  The look there could only be described as ‘woman in heat’.  Her face was sweaty and flushed, eyes half-lidded, her lips were swollen and slightly parted.  Simply beautiful, he thought.  Unable to hold back any longer, he slowly pulled out then, with a roll of his hips, thrust back into her, eliciting a delicious moan from her.  That was the end of centuries-honed self control.  Thrusting faster, he began to gradually pick up speed until he was moving at a speed no human would ever be able to attain.  Thankfully, thought the bed creaked a bit under their weight, it didn’t squeak with their rhythm.

The woman clutched onto him tightly with her face buried in his shoulder, her nails were digging into his back.  Nothing in her life had ever felt this good.  Nor had she ever imagined anything could produce this level of pleasure.  Involuntarily, her hips thrust a bit, though she couldn’t match his speed she couldn’t stop it.  Suddenly, a heavy, thick heat pooled in her lower abdomen, throbbing heavily.  Then it seemed to explode, sending fiery sparks throughout her body.  Tensing up, she let out a muffled wail as her orgasm seized hold of her, making her whole body throb.

Snarling through clenched teeth, he could feel her already tight sheath spasm around his rick hard flesh.  Unable to control it anymore the throbbing pulse heralded his own release.  Clenching his teeth to hold back a roar of satisfaction, he began to bathe her inner walls.  Automatically, his fangs lengthened and he sunk them into the soft flesh of her left shoulder.  He wasn’t able to suppress a groan of satisfaction and pleasure as her sweet blood tingled against his palette.

Gasping as his fangs slid into her shoulder, feeling like knives made of molten fire piercing her flesh, she whimpered as their auras began to entwine and merge.  She pulled tighter against his as she felt her eyes begin to droop from the amount of energy it took for them to become one.

Pulling his fangs from her flesh, he let his now deflated manhood slip from her slick tunnel then rolled onto his side and pulled one very tuckered out miko into his arms. The inu held her tightly to his chest; he kissed her sweaty forehead tenderly.

Sighing contentedly, she wrapped her arms around him.  Nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, she said, “I love you Sesshomaru,” softly.

Giving her a gentle squeeze, he replied, voice tender, “And I you Kagome.”

Before allowing her to slide into the sleep her body was craving he found her clothes and helped her into them.  After pulling on his own sleep pants, he lay down on his side and held her to his chest as she slid into a deep, contented sleep.

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The next morning her mother gave a soft knock on her daughter’s door to announce her presence then opened it and poked her head in.  Seeing both beings on the bed, entwined and asleep, she smiled.  Letting herself in she quickly put the clothes from the hamper into the basket she was carrying.  There were a couple articles of clothing that were on the floor so she grabbed then on her way out.  Before stepping back out the door, she glanced back at the couple on the bed.  Her eyes riveted to Kagome’s exposed shoulder.  On it was a mark she had never seen before.  From the description Sesshomaru had given her she knew it was his mating mark.  Smiling, with tears starting to prickle her eyes, she let herself out of the room and shut the door softly behind her.

When he heard the click of the door opening, he woke a bit.  Sensing who it was and knowing she offered no danger he relaxed again and let himself drift back down into a deeper sleep, the smell of his new mate surrounding him like a comforting, well-worn blanket.  Instinctively, he pressed closer to her. 

Down in the kitchen, a tearful Mrs. Higurashi was folding laundry.  No, she wasn’t upset, these were tears of happiness.  Her little girl was no longer a child, but a full grown woman.  Yes, she had grown and matured because of what she was doing in the feudal era but now she had graduated from school and was essentially married.  Her little girl had grown up without her even noticing it!

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A couple hours later, a freshly showered Sesshomaru came down to the kitchen.  Kagome was still upstairs asleep.  She had been so stressed out and hadn’t slept well that she was exhausted.  Normally, he would have stayed with her but he was hungry so he figured he would quickly eat then go back upstairs before she woke.

Immediately, her mother had a plate of food for him and a glass of juice.  Thanking her, he began to eat.

Putting aside her ‘to-do’ list for Kagome’s graduation party, she smiled at him.  “Can I ask you something Sesshomaru?”

“Of course you may.  Anything you wish, you know this,” he said between mouthfuls of food.

“Kagome’s now your mate, isn’t she?” she asked quietly.

Swallowing, he leaned back in his chair and looked at her.  He had assumed she had seen the mark earlier because he had smelled her tears.  Though his normal, emotionless expression was still in place it did soften a bit.  “Yes.  We mated last night,” he told her in a voice tender.

Reaching out, she took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, smiling.  Congratulations!  I guess my little girl isn’t so little anymore,” she said, tears in her voice.  After making sure she had herself under control and blowing her nose, she looked back at him. “Do you remember when we talked about human marriage customs?”

“Yes,” he replied, wondering where he was going with the conversation.

Pulling a jewelers box out of the pocket in her skirt, she opened it and slid it to him.  Inside were her wedding bands and a diamond engagement ring.  “Those belonged to me.  Before that they were my parents and their parents before them.  It’s a tradition in our family to pass them from mother to daughter.  I understand mating is different than marriage but it’s similar.  I would like Kagome to have the rings.  I’ll understand if you don’t want to wear the men’s.”

Looking at the beautiful jewelry, he understood the tradition she was trying to convey to him.  There were going to be many traditions from his ancestors that Kagome would have to follow so he felt that he could follow one from hers.  Looking at her, he nodded.  “I understand. I will put them on her when we are alone.”

Smiling, she nodded.  “Thank you Sesshomaru.  Welcome to the family!”

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After eating, he went back up to his mate’s room and slid into bed with her again, waiting for her to wake.  When she was finally able to rouse herself from the first really restful sleep she had in a while he realized she had to get ready to go.  She had agreed to meet her friends for lunch.

Though he had met her friends in passing a couple times, he hadn’t really spent much time with them.  Because he was reluctant to let her go alone to the ‘lunch date’ it was decided he was going with.  Of course, she was thrilled that he was going, she couldn’t wait to introduce her friends to her ‘husband’.  They hadn’t even known she had been involved with anyone!

Before they left, he had set her down and slid the rings on her finger.  As he had expected she had burst into tears then hugged him so tightly that he actually had to gasp for air.  The men’s ring, as he expected, was too small for his finger.  Finally, he had put a spell on it to enlarge it so he could wear it.  When he returned to the fortress he would have one of his mental smiths work on it.

Not long after that he was sitting in WacDonalds at a table with four giggling girls.  Being who he was, Sesshomaru was used to the looks he got all the time.  He was well aware that women, and more than a few men, found him to be ‘good looking’.  For years, he had been used to people looking at him as he passed by.  Yes, he would freely admit that his ego was most assuredly given a boost by the attention.  But that wasn’t anything compared to ‘Kagome’s time’.  Women, all different kinds and ages, would actually stop and stare at him when he walked by, not even bothering to hid their admiration for the way he looked.  If that wasn’t enough of an ego stroke, some of the comments he heard had both he and his beast puffed up with pride.

So, the reaction of her friends when the walked into the fast food place wasn’t something he hadn’t experienced before.  The slack-jawed looks from her friends when they found out she was with him was most amusing.  Even funnier was the absolutely incredulous looks on their faces when they found out he was her ‘husband’.  Although his sensitive ears could have done without the squealing that quickly followed that announcement, mostly he was amused by their reaction.

Sitting with the four young females, he was once again reminded how he was amazed by the fact that females could find conversation, even about personal things, so easy.  They could talk for hours.  It was something he could never understand.

He did discover something interesting during that lunch date.  From the time he had first encountered Kagome he had thought she was odd for being so excitable and how quickly she changed emotions.  Her mother had told him, when he mentioned it in passing, that she was a normal, typical teenage girl.  Of course, he had been a bit dubious about that claim.  Well, until that lunch date that was.  The other three girls seated at that table did indeed exhibit the very same traits.  While they were deeply involved in conversation about graduation parties, he took the opportunity to observe others in the eatery about their age.  It was undeniable, they did as well.  So, it did appear to be a trait among females in that age bracket.  Most interesting.