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Kagome could feel the tension begin in her new mate as his body tensed beneath her fingers. He hadn't explained what the sudden trip was for when they'd set out on his cloud that afternoon, but they both knew his rut was almost upon them. In a matter of days—if that—they would both be locked into his rut together, and she could not wait.
Sesshomaru had been secretive about their destination, or what a rut with an inu daiyokai would even entail, but she could not deny the pleasurable heat that spread in the pit of her belly every time she thought about it.
She wanted him to claim her, to feel his possession in a way only he could give her. She needed it, but more than that, she knew he did, too. Lately, she'd noticed that whenever his gaze landed on her, those golden eyes burned, sending even more pinpricks of pleasure and awareness throughout her entire body.
She couldn't help herself as he began to descend; her fingers moved to tease the stripes on his hips that led right to his cock. Only his clothing kept it from her—for now.
He tensed even more, a low warning growl emanating from his throat.
"Oh?" She smirked. "Is something wrong, mate?" She wanted to tease him until he lost control and took her as they both craved then with his rut almost upon them.
His voice was gravelly when he replied, "Keep going if you want to miss out on your surprise."
She noticed, however, that he had applied more yoki to his cloud, accelerating the speed towards their destination. She was tempted to keep playing with him, but her curiosity also pricked at the mention of a surprise. She loved surprises and especially loved his. He rarely spoke of his feelings aloud, but he often showed them in moments like these, surprising her with treats or small trips.
She settled with trailing her hands back up to his chest, though her lips began to trail kisses along his jaw, settling on the mating mark she had placed on the side of his neck.
"Mate," he growled in warning, but it was half-hearted at best. She could already see his cock was half-aroused and hardening by the moment.
She could not resist and brushed her palm against the growing hardness, yelping when Sesshomaru suddenly turned around to capture her lips into a heated kiss. He held her, swollen shaft pressed against her belly as they began a rapid descent to the ground.
"If you do not desist, I will take you here and now," he rasped, "instead of on soft furs as a male should claim his mate."
The thought of him riding her, claiming her, made her womb clench. "Are we there yet?" she moaned, impatience gripping her hard. "How much longer am I supposed to wait?"
"Insatiable woman." He suddenly backed her against a rock face, hard, as their feet touched the ground.
It was almost surreal, the location he'd brought them to. In a small opening between the trees they descended, Kagome felt the refreshing air lightly caress her face and the characteristic sound of a waterfall that was just ahead of them, in a small clearing in the middle of the forest, hidden by the full canopy of trees where the sunlight passed in golden streaks and reflected on the water and the mist, giving an ethereal air to the place hidden from the world.
Yet for the moment, neither of them cared at all for the world around them. Their eyes were only for one another as Kagome lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips.
He growled and hoisted her up on his body, his hardened cock now resting against her core with only silk and cotton separating them. Holding onto her securely, he sped up towards their hidden destination; she was not the only one impatient.
But he would not claim her against the wall for their first rut of his heat. His mate deserved far better than that.
Therefore he needed to get to their bed—and fast; the scent of her desire alone was nearly his undoing.
Soon the opening between the rocks of the waterfall was visible, partially covered by the constant curtain of water.
Kagome looked around, gasping as they entered the yawning mouth of the cave. His chest puffed with pride, having worked on this haven for a while in anticipation for his rut. He could not wait until she saw what he had prepared for them inside. The best was, after all, yet still to come.
Soon after entering, she realized that the cave was larger than it seemed, a short corridor leading to a more open, almost circular hall that gave off a warm orange glow from a partially lit fire, warming the place. The stone was dry and smooth and the sound of falling water was muffled and soft, but captured her attention all the same, her blue eyes went immediately to the end of the hall. A large platform lay at the end, covered with countless furs, looking soft as clouds were layered one on top of the other. The contrast was stark and unmistakable; the pure snow white of the furs to the blackest of night of the stone behind it. The raised bedding platform was large and circular with plenty of room for the two of them and more still to spare. There were more fabrics hanging on the dark walls in the cave, decorated and embroidered in the colors and symbols of the house of the moon, and from the side, she could see some closed wooden chests, likely filled with clothing and provisions.
He had gone above and beyond in providing a cave for them to spend a night or two in.
Kagome took a few steps forward, her fingertips brushing over one of the furs. She nibbled on her lower lip, nipples hardening under her clothes as all the possibilities of what they could do here ran wild in her mind.
"What do you think?" he asked with quiet pride when she didn't immediately speak up. Surely she loved it. Surely she saw how hard he'd worked—
"It's—" she turned around, pressing herself close to him, "it's wonderful, Sesshomaru. It's clear how much thought you put into this for us." She smiled softly at him, the thought of how much labor he had put into this cozy den pulling at her heartstring. Standing up on tiptoes, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "It's like our own private vacation hideaway," she whispered, her breath ghosting over his lips.
He inclined his head before he met her lips in a fierce kiss, no longer in the mood to discuss the cave when there were far more enjoyable things the two of them could be doing. "Come," he said against her lips. "Lay on the bed."
"Don't you think I have too many clothes on to lie on the bed?" A mischievous smile pulled at her lips, hands fiddling with the hem of her top, pulling at the lapels as she sank down on the bed.
He arched his brow, lips curling into a slight smirk. His hand reached to pull on the knot of her hakama, undressing her until the layers of her clothing pooled around her feet. Her skin was exposed to the warm glow of the fire, rendering it burnished gold.
She let one hand travel over her skin, the pad of her thumb brushing over one nipple before delving further south, her eyes fixed on her mate. She wanted to touch him everywhere—
Her hands were immediately pinned above her head, mokomoko moving so fast she hadn't even seen it move. "Enough, mate."
"Why?" she asked, a little breathless, as her core throbbed. "I thought you like to play?"
"Not in the midst of my rut." He moved to tease her breasts himself. "I wish to play with you as my instincts are clamoring to do."
She gazed at him, eyes narrowing with desire, chin lifting with defiance. "Let me undress you, at least. It's supposed to be a present for me, too, isn't it?"
"Later." He shed the remainder of her clothing and tossed it somewhere beside them on the floor, but didn’t remove his own. "Much later, perhaps."
She growled in frustration but did not protest when he gently pushed her onto the fur bed, mokomoko moving to lift her arms over her head. The other end wound around her legs and pried her thighs open, exposing her nude body to his gaze.
"Beautiful," he rumbled, eyes tracing over her. "And mine."
"Claim me again," Kagome whispered, trying to undulate her hips to entice her mate. Mokomoko pinned her down, preventing any movements, though she refused to give up now, not when she needed him so damned much.
He shuddered as he bent over her, his mouth and hands finding her breasts.
Crying out, she arched her spine as much as she could. She felt every pull of his mouth deep in her core. Yet it wasn't enough. If she could have, her fingers would have buried themselves in his hair, but as it was, she was at his mercy as he'd warned her this first rut would do.
He released her breast only to switch to the other and suckled the tip with equal fervor, making her moan and writhe against the soft restraints around her wrists.
“Let me touch you,” she pleaded though he didn't seem to hear her at all.
As though he meant to torture her further, his hand caressed her stomach and down towards the juncture of her thighs.
Her breath caught as she waited, legs restless, knowing what was soon to come. But not yet. First, he caressed and teased the insides of her thighs.
"Don't tease me," Kagome growled between clenched teeth, and he chuckled around a mouthful of breast in response. His lips released her nipple in favor of sliding down to her stomach, his tongue trailing a damp path down to her belly button.
"So impatient," he murmured, pressing a kiss just shy of her clit. "Isn't it my duty to prepare my mate properly—" his mouth wandered to the inside of her thigh, sucking on the skin until he left a mark, "for all the rounds to come?"
"Can't you see—" she shuddered when the blunt side of his fang scraped the sensitive spot on her inner thigh, "—how ready I am?"
"It is not enough," he informed her as he licked his way up his thigh. It could not be enough, not when he needed her so much. He could not—would not—hurt her.
She mewled, hips lifting, desperate for contact against her aching core. She needed this, but he only chuckled as he pressed her hips back down.
Before she could protest, however, his mouth found her.
Gasping, she opened her thighs wider. His tongue sought the sensitive nub hidden between her folds and found it as well.
"Yes," she managed, striving to keep her thoughts together. If he stopped, if he slowed—
He sealed his lips around it and sucked.
She nearly screamed.
She rocked back against his face as much as the restraints allowed, desperately seeking more. She wanted everything he could give her—
Sesshomaru took pity on her and thrust his tongue deep inside her and she did scream. His fingers moved to work her nub, giving her no recourse but to hurtle up to the edge—
Expertly, he flicked his tongue inside her and pinched her clit at the same time, and she careened over the cliff into an ocean of bliss.
He did not stop there. He began working his fingers inside her as she calmed, his tongue returning to torment her clit, as her body strained with the pleasure coursing through her. Still pulsing and shivering from her release, she tried to angle away from his mouth. His hands tightened, holding her in place.
"Again," he growled around her clit, the vibration sending pulses of pleasure through her body.
Head falling back, she surrendered to his mouth determined to push her closer and closer to her second orgasm.
Just a little more and—
She pulled hard at the fur as she came again, helplessly shuddering beneath him.
To her surprise, mokomoko gave way, and she suddenly found her limbs unbound. Immediately, her hands went to his head, raking through his hair. Her blunt nails scraped against his scalp as her hips undulated against his face.
She clung to him, shuddering, and for a moment, he relished the embrace, his hands running up and down her back reverently, as though he had never held anyone more precious. It was a gentle reminder that no matter what, even in the heat of his rut, he would take care of her, protect her.
And then suddenly, his clothes were torn off of him and thrown on the floor, joining hers somewhere in the midst of the cave. He pulled her back to him and simply held her, cradling her to his chest, as though he needed the skin-to-skin contact too much to allow any clothing between them.
And then the tender moment between them was gone, taken over by the desire rushing through them.
He flipped her, sliding his length against her core as he urged her in her hands and knees on the furs. She lifted her body onto all fours, head craning back. Her glazed eyes found his heated golden ones, widening slightly as he rubbed his shaft back and forth to coat himself in her slick.
She pressed back against him, trying to force his length inside her.
Arching his brow, he growled, "Desist, Kagome." Mokomoko wound itself around her limbs to bind her one more time, putting her completely at his mercy.
She whimpered as he stilled her. "Sesshomaru, it's not enough—"
Her words trailed into a gasp and a long moan when she felt him notching the head of his cock at her opening.
"Please," she managed, softening as he pressed against her. She loved him so much, needed this so much.
She felt him draping himself over her, hard chest brushing against her back. He pushed his hips, just enough to bury the tip inside her. She trembled beneath him, clenching around the head, trying to take more than he was prepared to give her.
"It's not enough." She strained against him. "Mate, please."
He snarled, as though he had lost the ability to speak entirely. His jaw clamped on her nape, holding her down as he pulled back, only to plunge deep inside her with one hard, punctuated thrust. "Yes," he growled, "like that, mate. Burn for me."
His possession was exactly what she needed. One of his hands moved to cup a breast as he claimed her, pulling her back into his hips with every thrust. It was hard, it was intense—it was nearly what she needed to come.
Her fingers clutched the fur beneath her. Kagome had been so wet from his earlier ministrations that she took him easily, her walls stretching to take his length. His rough thrusts would have skidded her across the furs had it not been for his arms holding her tightly to him, pressing their body close together during the throes of their rutting.
She fisted the furs, desperately trying to hang on as he claimed her. She was so close. "I—" she stopped short, unable to even think clearly enough to respond to him.
"Yes," he managed, thrusting into her harder, chasing the very edge of bliss alongside her.
She clenched around him, willing him to come, knowing she was close. She didn't want to leave him behind—
With a muffled cry, she came, her release triggering his own.
For a moment, neither of them said anything as they sought to regain their breath.
His forehead dropped to her back. "Thank you, Kagome."
Quaking from her peak, Kagome clenched around the thick swelling of his knot, drawing a long moan from him and another spurt of seed that flooded her insides. He shifted them as he groaned, pulling her back against his chest.
She turned her head, hand reaching up to pull him down into a searing kiss.
He kissed her, savoring the moment now that the edge of the heat was off. "You did well, mate."
Kagome hummed, snuggling back into him as his arm wound around her waist to hold her close, though she was far too tired to speak to him then. His face rested against her neck, and she could feel his warm breath against her skin. How she loved this male.
And, from the way he reverently peppered kisses on her shoulder, she knew he loved her too.
She moved her hand, her fingers lightly running up and down the arm around her waist as she quietly hummed a song from her time. She was so happy in that moment, being here with him, that she wanted to savor every feel of his skin against her own, every iota of tenderness he was showering over her.
"Where did you learn this song?" he whispered, nose brushing through her raven locks as the tune calmed him down further.
"It's my mother's favorite song," she murmured, gasping when he slightly adjusted his position, reminding her that their bodies were still tightly locked together.
"It is beautiful." He moved to kiss her brow. "As are you, mate."
She craned her neck to look back, catching his eyes. "I hope you'll meet her one day, along with the rest of my family."
"It would be my every honor to do so." His lips quirked. "Perhaps I will avoid honoring her as a yokai mother-in-law, however. She may not appreciate such sentiments."
Kagome rubbed her palm along his jaw. "My mother will want to honor your culture too—" She paused, frowning. "Wait, what sentiments were you referring to?"
His brows rose as he finally began to soften within her and slide out. "She will wish to be served first from a fresh kill to demonstrate my prowess as a provider. Often it is the heart or liver that is offered, and it is customarily consumed raw."
She arched her brow. "I see. Well, as much as she'd like to honor your tradition, she'd fight you on that one. She'd want to provide the meal herself to demonstrate her own prowess as a superb cook." She smiled slightly at the idea of her mate and her mother attempting to out-do one another with their food.
Sesshomaru chuckled as he pulled back, urging her to rise with her. "She hunts then?" He helped her to her feet. "Come, Kagome. There is a hidden hot spring nearby to bathe."
"Well, she hunts. Not for fresh kill, mind you, but for good bargains." Kagome hissed at the deep, pleasurable aches still radiating from her core, and took a few hesitant steps.
"Hmm." He gently lifted her in his arms, certain she must be sore. "Hardly seems as amusing to accomplish. Human currency brings little satisfaction."
"Hmm," she echoed as she dropped a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "What brings you satisfaction, then?"
"What else?" he murmured as he approached the nearby hot spring and began wading in. "My mate, of course."
She hissed as the hot water lapped at her skin, turning into a moan when her muscles slowly relaxed. With him urging her, she slowly settled down on a rock and allowed him to tend to her, cleaning her thoroughly as he gently worked out the kinks in her body.
When he finished, she pulled him to her and cupped his face. "Thank you," she said. "For always taking such good care of me, I mean, even in the midst of your rut."
He kissed her, lightly nipping her lower lip before he pulled back. "A rut is no excuse for caring poorly for one's mate."
She followed, leaning against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. "I want to take care of you too, you know," she said against his lips.
"You wish to bathe me?" A brow raised, but he was not opposed to the idea.
Grinning, she pressed her lips against the whorl of his ear before catching the pointed tip between her blunt teeth. "Amongst other things."
He shuddered. "Bathing is acceptable for now, but we must rest before the heat of the rut rises once more. It will only grow more intense."
She gave him a mock pout but relented, bending down to cup a handful of hot water and sluice it down his shoulders and chest. "Fine, I'll be patient—for now."
"It is only temporary, woman." He smiled as she sulked, slowly turning to present his back and hair to her to wash. "There will be ample time to enjoy ourselves before the fortnight ends and you will have ample time to have your way with me then."
She ran her fingers through his damp hair, marveling at the silky texture. Her fingertips roamed the muscled planes of his back as she washed him, palms rubbing against the contours she'd grown to know so well. Then, she realized what he'd just said and blurted out, "The fortnight?"
He chuckled. "Unless you quicken with our child sooner, yes."
She licked her lips, unsure which idea she liked more: to be entangled in passion with him for two weeks, or to have his pup growing within her so soon. They'd talked about having children, had both known what going into this rut would mean, and she found herself torn between two such enticing outcomes.
"Were you not going to wash my hair?" He glanced over his shoulder at her.
"How can I concentrate," she grumbled, even if her fingers sank into his hair and began to massage his scalp gently. "when I have so many things to look forward to?"
His eyes were molten gold then, at once both heated and gentle. "As do I, mate, but first, we must have our bath and something to eat, if only to whet our anticipation whilst we wait."
"I already said 'fine,' didn't I?" She arched a brow at him. His low chuckle filled the space around them as she finished washing him, twisting his long locks to wring out the excess water. "Mm, what a view." She smiled as he rose out of the water.
"Do not tempt me, mate," he told her, his voice gentle but resolute in his plan to ensure her well-being before his next bout of rut.
He scooped her up in his arms before she could protest, carrying her back to their bedding as the air dried their damp bodies.
Kagome did not think she could lay still while thinking about what was ahead of them, but the moment her body touched their plush fur bed, she felt herself melting into its softness. She hadn't even realized just how exhausted she was until that moment.
But a sudden chill in the air, coupled by a light breeze, had her focusing on something else entirely. A shiver ran down her spine, goosebumps rising, as the cool air hit her skin. She grabbed for one of the furs, feeling the cold temperature in the cave much more acutely after their hot bath, and the slight breeze wasn't helping matters any, either.
Her mate stretched out beside her, one hand moving to run through her hair. "Are you cold?" he asked, his nose rubbing over her cheek, as she nodded slightly. "I will keep you warm, then."
"I'm a little cold," she admitted quietly as he snuggled closer. "It's kind of cold in the cave without you."
He immediately pulled her flush against him, tucking the furs around them to stave off the cold.
She sighed as his warm body surrounded hers. Wrapped up in his embrace, she felt safe and content, unable to stifle a yawn as tiredness took over. "Sesshomaru—"
"Rest," he murmured, gently kissing her before pulling him back against his chest. As she yawned again, he began to rumble his own soothing variation of her earlier song.
"I love you, you know," Kagome mumbled in a sleepy voice, succumbing to her exhaustion.
He smiled as she began to drift off. "As I love you, mate. Sleep well; there is more pleasure that will await us upon awakening."
A contented smile curled on her lips. The last thing she felt before she gave herself fully to sleep was Sesshomaru’s hand squeezing hers—a silent promise to stay by her side forever.