Kagome sat impatiently, once again blindfolded, as Sesshomaru drove them to some destination know only to him. She sighed, for the hundredth time and absently picked at edged of her sleeves with her neatly manicured fingernails, wondering once again why she had allowed him to blindfold her in the first place. 'Oh yeah,' she reminded herself, 'because I trust him.'
"How much longer," she asked, forcing as much cheerfulness into her voice as she could stomach.
"We are almost there," Sesshomaru replied as he reached across the seat with his left hand and slapped her hands in reprimand. "Desist with your nervous picking."
She stopped immediately and flopped back into her seat like a petulant child. "Fine," she replied, "but if we do not get there soon, I'm going to take this thing off." She gave a gentle tug at the blindfold for emphasis.
"Don't worry. It will not come to that," he commented. "We have arrived," he announced as he shifted the SUV into park.
Kagome listened in anticipation as Sesshomaru exited the vehicle and made his way around to open the door for her. She giggled nervously as he helped her out and left her to shiver in his absence as he retrieved their suitcase from the cargo area. After only a moment, he returned and gently gripped her elbow, leading her across a patch of dead grass that crunched beneath their feet.
Quickly inserting the key into the door ahead of them, Sesshomaru hurriedly led Kagome out of the crisp November air and into the inviting warmth of the building's interior. After leading her to sit on a white couch, Sesshomaru left Kagome to go start a fire in the hearth. Moments later, he returned and once again brought her to her feet. Then with a gentle kiss on the lips, he removed her blindfold.
"Happy anniversary, koi," Sesshomaru whispered against her ear.
"We didn't have to come all the way up here to celebrate," she chastised, "and besides, our anniversary is not for another month.
"I thought you could use a break. Yoshii and Keichi will be fine with my parents for the week. You have been pushing yourself so hard lately. In another month, you will have your degree. And it will not be long before we add a daughter to our clan," he said as he lovingly caressed her slightly swollen belly. "You have spent the last three years taking care of others, Kagome. Let me do this for you."
Kagome wrapped her arms around Sesshomaru's neck and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. "I love you, Sesshomaru. You know that – right?"
"And I you, koi. And I you," he replied with a chaste kiss to her cheek. "I made sure that Dad left the fridge fully stocked; so why don't you go take a nap while I fix something for dinner?"
"Hai," she replied with a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then she pulled away and slipped into the bedroom with their luggage.
Sesshomaru watched the gentle sway of her hips as she disappeared around the divider wall before turning toward the kitchen.
Two hours later, Kagome padded silently into the kitchen and slipped her arms around Sesshomaru's waist, embracing him from behind as he dried a sauce pan from the dish drainer. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the back of his neck. A shiver scurried down his spine as he felt her moist breath caress the nape of his neck.
"Dinner's ready," he whispered with a shuddering breath as he turned in her arms to steal a quick kiss. He walked her backwards until her butt was pressed up against the table and ground his hips against hers.
"We should eat," she choked out as she slipped from his arms and scampered around the edge of the table with a smirk.
'Crafty little bitch,' he muttered mentally as he took a seat opposite of Kagome, 'I'll play you're game… for now.'
With each lost in their own thoughts, both Kagome and Sesshomaru enjoyed a quiet meal together. Kagome was thinking about how she was going to get away from the overly amorous male at the opposite end of the table. Sesshomaru was thinking about how they had 'christened' the kitchen table at their new home when they had been married nearly three years earlier…
Sesshomaru remembered how he had followed Kagome into the kitchen, still dressed in their ceremonial kimonos. He remembered how he had removed her kimono to leave her standing in nothing save her tabi socks and the decorative hair-sticks that her mother had given her, nude before him like a porcelain doll in the harsh light of the kitchen… how he had looked upon her reflection in the mirrored glass of the patio door… how he had watched her remove his own clothing and drop to her knees in front of him to engulf his throbbing cock with her eager mouth. He remembered how he had held the back of her head as he pounded his cock into her throat while he watched their reflections in the glass. He remembered how he had used her own obi to blindfold her as he laid her out on the table and teased her with an assortment of chilled fruits from the refrigerator. He had left strawberry and peach flavored trails all over her body. He had used an ice cube or two to torture her nipples and clit. He had used a strawberry to sweeten her already delicious juices by dipping it inside her heated core. He had tortured her to the brink of insanity before finally giving in to her pleading whines and fucking her unmercifully. Then he had turned her over, bent her across the table and ripped the obi from her eyes so that she could watch as he fucked her. He remembered the look on her face as she watched herself come…
Lost in his own thoughts, Sesshomaru failed to notice that Kagome had finished her meal and put her plate in the dishwater. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I am gong to take a short walk before it gets too dark. I won't go far," she said as she grabbed his jacket from the rack by the back door and disappeared outside.
A short while later, Kagome returned when it had begun to get a bit chilly. Upon entering the kitchen, she was made aware of the fact that the cabin was completely silent save for an indistinct noise coming from the den. Quietly, she made her way into the den. Sesshomaru had his back turned to her, totally engrossed with something on the laptop that he never went anywhere without. As she padded silently up behind him, she became aware of the plaintive and distinctly feminine moans emanating from the desk in front of him. Kagome's eyebrows rose a fraction as a pleasured grunt spilled forth from the throat of her husband.
Taking a step to the side, Kagome could see that his pristine slacks were unzipped and his rather impressive erection was standing proudly, begging to be stroked. Sesshomaru did not disappoint. She watched in rapt fascination as he wrapped his long fingers around his length and squeezed to a point that must have been painful. She almost gasped as he released his harsh hold and began to make long, firm strokes from the base to the tip, making sure to rub across his slit every time. Another feminine moan slithered forth from the laptop, causing Kagome's attention to be drawn to it once more.
There, playing on the screen of Sesshomaru's laptop, was a video of her and Sesshomaru. They were in their bedroom. Her hands were bound behind her back with electrical tape, red if she remembered correctly. Sesshomaru was sitting on the edge of the bed and had her in his lap, his legs forcing hers as far apart as they could go as he thrust his cock up into her sopping cunt. Moan after moan erupted from her throat as Sesshomaru manhandled her…
Without even thinking about it, Kagome slipped her own hand beneath the waistband of her skirt and began to rub her fingers across the wet fabric of her panties. She bit her lip in an attempt to keep a moan from betraying her as she watched Sesshomaru stroking his thick length. She closed her eyes as she remembered how a close up of his glorious cock as it slid in and out of her clenching sheath had been displayed on the flat-screened TV at the foot of their bed… how his cock had glistened with her juices as he had pulled it out and released his creamy seed all over her belly.
A soft whimper drew Sesshomaru's attention from the scene being played out on his computer. His cock still tightly in hand, he turned to find Kagome standing only a foot or so behind him. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip tucked tightly between her teeth. The expression on her face was almost pained. The movement of her arm drew his attention to the fact that she was as aroused as he by the explicit video on his laptop. She was so aroused that she was teasing herself while she watched him stroke his own cock.
Without ever making a sound, Sesshomaru moved from the chair to the floor, and was on his knees before Kagome. He gripped the front hem of her ankle-length skirt and pulled it up over his head to find her fingers, frozen in shock at being caught masturbating, still pressed firmly against the textured lace of her panties.
"Kami, Kagome," he groaned, "don't stop." He grasped her thighs with his hands and pulled her forward so that his face was level with her lace-covered sex. He pulled her thong to the side and slipped his tongue out to lick at her fingers as they once again began rubbing on her clit. It was, however, not enough.
Sesshomaru removed himself from under her skirt and stood. He attached his mouth to Kagome's in a fierce kiss as he began walking her backwards, toward the couch. By the time that the back of her knees hit the couch, he had already divested her of her blouse, and with a quick jerk, her skirt and panties joined his shirt in the steadily growing pile of clothing on the floor.
Changing his mind at the last moment, Sesshomaru reached around Kagome and cupped the cheeks of her ass, lifting her so that she could wrap her slender legs around his waist. He turned and carried her into the bedroom and deposited her gently on the bed. Kissing her tenderly on the lips, he began his venture lower to assault a sensitive nipple. Kagome writhed beneath him as he ground his cloth-covered erection against her bared core.
Finally, after deciding that he had given enough worship to the beautiful globes of flesh that had nourished his twin sons and would soon feed their daughter, he slid down to worship lower parts of her body… parts that had brought him much pleasure in the past three years. He gently spread her thighs and lowered his mouth to lave at her passion-swollen folds. At a torturously gentle pace, Sesshomaru dragged his tongue against her heated core, teasing her entrance, her clit, and the tight ring of her ass.
#BEEP, BEEP, BEEP#
Both Sesshomaru and Kagome tried agonizingly hard to ignore the incessant ringing of his cell-phone. Sesshomaru gave another long lick across her slit as Kagome writhed in front of him.
#BEEP, BEEP, BEEP#
Cursing rather vocally, Sesshomaru removed his mouth from Kagome's center and stalked into the den to retrieve his cell-phone from the desk beside the laptop. Looking at the caller ID, he swore and contemplated crushing the offending piece of technology. "What do you want, you cretin?" he growled into the phone.
"Judging from your tone," InuYasha replied snarkily, trying very hard not to laugh at his brother's misfortune and his own unfortunate timing, "I must have interrupted your 'alone time' with Kagome."
"Get to the fucking point, whelp, before I hang up."
"Alright. Alright. 'Just wanted to warn ya that there's a line of severe storms headed yer way and to make sure that you guys made it there alright."
"We are fine. I am not as incompetent as you, InuYasha. Now that that is out of the way, DO NOT call again unless there is a problem with the twins." With that said, Sesshomaru snapped his phone shut and tossed it back onto the desk before stalking back into the bedroom.
Kagome was lying on the bed with her legs splayed open, languidly rubbing her clit. Sesshomaru stood silent for a moment and watched as her tiny, manicured fingers rubbed and pinched her little button before dipping ever so slightly into her wet core. His cock throbbed painfully at the sight and spurred him to act. He crawled onto the bed next to her and stretched out alongside her.
"Come here, Kagome," he coaxed as he stroked the length of his cock. "Take me in your mouth while I feast on you."
Kagome complied, eagerly straddling his face with her thighs as she engulfed Sesshomaru's thick cock with her mouth. She cried out around him as he slipped a long finger into her aching core. She ground her pelvis back against his hand as she attempted to take him deeper into her throat. Kagome rolled her eyes back in her head as his long tongue slithered into the entrance of her core, darting in and out. With a strangled moan, she managed to take his entire length into her mouth, the bulbous head pushing insistently against the back of her throat as she fought to give him as much pleasure as she was receiving.
Tearing her mouth from his length with a gasp as his tongue began to push insistently against the tighter entrance of her backside, Kagome rocked her hips back against his mouth.
Kagome squealed as a sharp smack was delivered to the right cheek of her ass in warning. Ignoring it, Kagome slipped the head of Sesshomaru's cock back into her mouth and sucked heartily as she pushed back into his mouth once more. Another smack, this one much harder than the first, was her reward. She let his hard length slip from her mouth with a shuddering moan as the muscles in her core contracted with pleasure.
Feeling the clenching of her muscles, Sesshomaru smiled and applied more pressure to the tight ring of her ass as he gave her another slap. Happily abandoning his quest… for the moment, he slid his mouth lower to catch the juices that were beginning to drip from Kagome's hot sheath. "You always did like being spanked," he told her before slithering his tongue inside to bring forth more juices. He pressed his middle finger insistently against the tight hole nestled between the cheeks of her ass as he assaulted her sacred chamber with his mouth, causing Kagome to grind against him once more.
Finally, no longer able to stand the pain of this throbbing cock, Sesshomaru slid out from underneath Kagome and stood, his knees against the edge of the bed. Grabbing Kagome's hips, he pulled her back against him and sheathed his cock in her dripping cunt. With a satisfied grunt, he held still for a moment, savoring the feel of her slick heat surrounding him. Though her body no longer had to stretch so much accommodate him, she was still a small woman by nature, and her tiny stature still provided him a great deal of pleasure.
With a harsh thrust of his hips, Sesshomaru stabbed his length deep. "Did you enjoy watching me stroke my cock, Kagome?" he asked as he rolled his hips again.
A moan was his only response.
"Answer me, woman," he demanded as he thrust harshly into her.
"YES!" she cried out. "Oh gods, yes. It turned me on so…" She was cut off as he rewarded her with another thrust, this one not so deep and harsh. "Mmm."
"Did you enjoy watching my cock slide in and out of your tight, little cunt? Did you like seeing yourself bound and at my mercy? Did it make you all wet for me?"
Again Kagome moaned in response.
"Do not test me, woman," he demanded.
"YES! Oh Kami, Sesshou… FUCK ME!" she demanded as she pushed back against him eagerly.
And fuck her, he did. Sesshomaru grabbed her hips in a near-bruising grip and slammed his length into as hard as he could. Kagome's muscles clamped down around him as he sent her into an orgasm. But Sesshomaru was nowhere near being done. He pulled his cock from her still spasming sheath and slid three fingers into its place.
With his fingers still buried deep, Sesshomaru maneuvered Kagome to the head of the bed and crawled up behind her. He pulled his fingers, now covered thoroughly in her slick juices, from her sopping heat and pressed them one by one into the tight ring of her ass. Once his fingers were wedged tightly in her ass, he slammed his cock back into her still trembling sheath.
"Gods, woman," he said as he leaned over to kiss between her shoulder blades, "do you realize how much you turn me on?" Then without further pretense, he replaced his fingers with the thick length of his staff, pressing inch upon inch into her dark sanctum, until the head of his cock was buried deep.
"Oooh," Kagome moaned as Sesshomaru pressed deeper and then began to pull away. "Ohmmm, yesss."
Sesshomaru reached around and took Kagome's hands in his own and placed them on the headboard so that they were both kneeling upright, facing the mirror that hung on the wall above the bed. Rolling his hips, he thrust inward, eliciting another moan from Kagome. Resting his head on her shoulder, he looked at their reflections in the mirror and kissed behind her right ear, smiling as a shiver scurried down her spine. Moving his hands to cup her breasts, Sesshomaru gently pulled his length out until only the head was teasing her puckered entrance.
Again and again he rolled his hips against the soft cushion of her bottom, burying his length deep with the utmost of tenderness, wrenching moans and mewls from his pleasure-drugged wife. Kagome brought her right arm up and around to trail her fingers through his hair as he rested his head upon her shoulder. Sesshomaru growled softly against her neck as he gently bit her shoulder.
Pushing and pulling, they moved together with a tenderness reserved only for those in love, until finally Sesshomaru began to feel the tell-tale tightening of his balls. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He could feel the tightness of Kagome's muscles as well, so he dropped his right hand down to press on her clit as he renewed his thrusts. Dropping her head forward and bracing herself against the headboard, Kagome felt her muscles clench in orgasm. A few firm thrusts later, Sesshomaru followed her in release with a gasping moan as he rested his forehead against the back of her neck.
Neither was inclined to move from their loving embrace.
An hour later, after their bodies had finally cooled and they had found the energy to actually move, both Kagome and Sesshomaru sat in the overly large, whirlpool bath. Sesshomaru rested against the side of the tub with Kagome snuggled in front of him, resting her head back against his chest, his right hand resting on the swollen flesh of her belly. A fierce storm raged outside. Inside the bathroom was illuminated by the soft glow of vanilla scented candles as the occupants of the tub basked in the comfort of each other's embrace as they watched the lightning through the recently installed decorative window.
A shiver skated down Kagome's spine, causing her to shift uncomfortably, as thunder shook the cabin. She frowned as she remembered that fateful night three years earlier. Despite the way it had started, that night had been a blessing in disguise. Although she had put it behind her and had eventually patched things up as best as could be expected with InuYasha, Sango, and Miroku, she was still wary of others. In a way, their betrayal had tainted her…
Though Rin had finally come to her senses and apologized to Sesshomaru and Kagome, their friendship had been damaged beyond repair. It had been more than a year since she had seen Rin. It was rumored that she had married into a yakuza family. Wherever she was, Kagome hoped that she was content.
InuYasha and Miroku had shared Sango for almost a year after the fallout with Rin. That was until Sango had come up pregnant. Miroku had freaked and run for the hills, so to speak, leaving InuYasha to pick up the pieces. It had all worked out for the best because it had forced InuYasha to grow up and realize that life was more than a perpetual party. Sango's attempted suicide had forced him to see what had been in front of him all along and how much he had come to care for her over the years of their friendship. The little boy that had been born nearly a year after Yoshii and Keichi had turned out to be InuYasha's after all, the proof being in the color of Taichen's eyes. They were the same, pale amber that ran so prominently in males of the Tsukishida clan.
Miroku, too, had grown up. His wake-up call had come in the form of a pale-haired, violet-eyed hair stylist named Shiori. He had met her when he went to get his hair cut. She agreed to go on a date with him. But at the end of said date, she made it clear that though she liked him well enough to see him again, he had some growing to do before it would happen. So Miroku, thoroughly smitten with the little spitfire, had done as she demanded. They had been married for almost three months to date. Kagome guessed that it would not be long before, they too, were expecting.
"What has you so distracted," Sesshomaru asked as he kissed the top of Kagome's head.
"Oh, it's nothing, really," she replied as she turned her head and kissed his jaw tenderly. "I was just thinking about how we ended up here."
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow in question.
Kagome relaxed back against him and continued. "Three years ago, on a night like this, I discovered the truth about my friends. And in running from that truth, I discovered that there was somebody out there for me." She paused as she squeezed the hand that protectively covered her belly. "I discovered you."
Sesshomaru reached up and grabbed the goblets of sparkling apple juice that were sitting on the edge of the tub. Handing one to Kagome, he clinked the edges together in a toast.
"Here's to discoveries," he said with a kiss.