Honeycreeper
It all started because Kagome needed a new weapon.
She'd become an excellent archer through her many years in the Feudal Era, but it wasn't efficient in close range situations. So, Kagome found herself a solution within a leather craftsman, and he fashioned her a whip.
It was a gorgeous piece of work, made with durable, flexible leathers that braided together from the handle all the way to the narrow tip, where a metal point was mounted into the weapon, for an extra sting to enemies. The maker assured Kagome she could channel her light into it as she could her arrows, but as with anything, she realized, it would take practice.
Regardless, the first time her palm gripped around the handle of the whip, Kagome felt something click into place. It felt good in her hand. It felt right. And it called to something within her, and Kagome wondered if this is what it felt like for Inuyasha and Tessaiga, the connection between wielder and weapon.
She practiced with it day and night–sometimes with Sango, sometimes even with Inuyasha himself. But most of the time, Kagome liked to train by herself, especially when she had trouble sleeping. She also found she liked the clarity of training by herself, being able to focus on the power she felt. Everytime she made her whip crack in the air, Kagome couldn't help but let pride bloom in her chest.
She would imagine foes and vanquish them, one by one, with a flick of her wrist and a swing of her arm. Kagome had learned to move with the long, flexible whip, graceful as a dancer, turning on the balls of her feet.
That was the start of it: the thrill of practicing with it.
What took it to another level was using it.
The first time she cracked it against a lesser demon, a surge of something electrified Kagome's body when she heard the beast scream in pain, and then burst into ash. She'd barely exerted herself, yet she was breathless and her mind blissfully hazy.
When Kagome looked at her friends, she could see the amazement in their eyes, but something else lurked behind their expressions–suspicion? Worry? Perhaps it was both.
Inuyasha sniffed the air and looked like he might say something, his mouth even opening–but then he promptly closed it, his cheeks glowing red as he shoved past the group to continue on their journey.
Their reactions confused Kagome, and she followed them in silence for the rest of the day.
It happened again and again, each time she used the whip on a demon. The pained screams did something to her, so much that it would almost make her knees buckle under her. Whatever feeling this was, Kagome found it exhilarating, even euphoric, and it would drive her to practice at late hours of the night, trying to make it last as long as possible.
But it was no use–she needed to be in the moment, striking something real.
Not long after that, one fateful afternoon, they ran into Sesshomaru–and that single meeting would bring everything full-circle for Kagome.
The brothers set to fighting over Tessaiga as usual, but when Inuyasha made a particularly scandalous insult to the demon lord's mother, it took the fight several steps too far.
For the second time ever, Sesshomaru began to transform.
Something compelled Kagome then. She knew if she didn't stop him somehow, Sesshomaru would wind up killing Inuyasha (and his big, stupid mouth).
So, she grabbed her whip, unfurling it at her hip.
She could feel Miroku and Sango reaching out to her from behind, but Kagome sprinted forward, raising her whip.
With one strong flick of her wrist, the whip cracked in the air, glowing bright pink, and then collided across Sesshomaru's lengthening muzzle.
The roar it drew from him shook the ground beneath her feet, traveling up between her thighs, and tingling in her core–and all at once Kagome understood. She knew.
Part of her wanted to be embarrassed–and perhaps she should have been.
But instead, she let out a breathy gasp, seeing the sizzling mark across Sesshomaru's face where the light-infused whip had struck him. She admired it–and she wanted more.
Kagome couldn't help but realize Sesshomaru hadn't burst into ash either. Well, of course he wouldn't, she thought to herself, preening. He's a demon of a different caliber.
But he was also staring directly at her, his golden eyes wide and furious, having stopped mid-transformation and reverted back to his usual form.
Reality hit Kagome then, and she swallowed. There were maybe twenty feet between them, which was nothing for a demon capable of closing the gap in a blink to rip out her throat–and yet…
When did I get this way? Kagome thought, her heart pounding out of fear and this new realization. There was an ache within her, stirring wildly at the lust and danger of the situation, keeping her feet rooted where she stood.
Sesshomaru continued to stare at her for a long moment, and beyond his fury, Kagome saw something lurking behind it, something that called to her as the whip did.
But before another word was spoken, Sesshomaru took off into the sky, disappearing into the glare of the sun. At once, Kagome sobered and came back to herself. She turned to look at Inuyasha beside her, and he looked back with an utterly bewildered expression.
"Uh, what the hell was that?" the hanyou asked accusingly.
Kagome felt her cheeks burn slightly, "What was what?"
"That," Inuyasha said again, using Tessaiga to point at her and the space where Sesshomaru had been standing. "Whatever the fuck just happened between you two."
She looked away, hurriedly gathering the long whip to sit at her waist, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Uh-huh," her friend grunted doubtfully as he rested the back of his heavy sword on his shoulder. "My nose doesn't lie, Kagome. He could smell it too, no doubt about it."
She snapped her eyes to his, glaring, "Smell what?"
Inuyasha's confidence wilted under the heat of Kagome's glowering and he stammered, "N-Nothin'."
Kagome nodded, "That's what I thought."
Defeated, the hanyou gruffly put his sword away, sheathing it as he turned back towards the road, "C'mon–it's still early. We can get out of the west before nightfall if we keep moving."
Hours later, after dusk, Kagome bathed alone. She looked up at the night sky from the steaming waters of the hot spring, peacefully breathing in the floral freshness of her soap. She'd clipped her drying hair up, a few wavy curls tumbling free to cling to her wet skin. The water warmed her sore shoulders as she took a final dip to rinse herself, and Kagome hummed contentedly, savoring it one last moment before standing.
The cool air rushed over her body, causing her to make a sharp intake of breath as she stepped onto the grassy rocks beside the spring. She reached for her towel resting with her things nearby, drying herself off. Kagome pressed the soft, fluffy fabric to her face, breathing in the comforting scent of the detergent her family used–when she lowered it, however, Sesshomaru was standing a short distance away, right at the treeline of the clearing.
Kagome didn't cry out, she didn't cover herself, and she looked back at the demon lord without fear, squaring her shoulders.
The action apparently offended Sesshomaru, because the next moment, he was inches from her face, teeth bared in a snarl. His elegant hand shot out to wrap around her throat in a grip that only threatened his strength. Kagome shivered.
"I could kill you, priestess," Sesshomaru growled.
"You won't," Kagome purred up at him, settling into his hand.
The demon arched a silver eyebrow, "No?"
She shook her head as much as she could with his hand still on her throat, "No."
"Why?"
"Because I know why you came back here," Kagome said softly. "I know what you want…"
She watched his face, looked into his amber eyes as emotions flitted behind them. The show of anger from before diminished, and through the cracks Kagome saw uncertainty… and longing.
Longing for another taste.
"You want to know what it feels like," she went on, fearless. "If you kill me, you won't ever know."
There was still a mark across Sesshomaru's face, from where her whip had slashed across it. It was merely a scar now, and by morning it would be as if it never happened. Without thinking, Kagome dropped her towel and reached to trace it with her fingertip. He allowed it, and she felt his grip loosened the slightest bit.
Smiling knowingly, her finger passed over his bottom lip. "I want to know what it feels like too," she confessed.
His pupils dilated, and his mouth parted in a soundless sigh, hot breath washing over her hand as she continued to touch his face. Kagome knew she had him hooked now–it was just a matter of reeling him in…
"What say you, Sesshomaru?"
She stared at him for a long moment, and he stared back, just holding her neck. When Sesshomaru finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper:
"Do it again."
Kagome preened, boldly reaching up to brush his bangs away from his face, "As you wish…"
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Moments later, Kagome found herself standing before a bare-chested Sesshomaru. She was still naked, more vulnerable than she'd ever been in her life, and yet she felt such power in it.
Part of her was nervous; Kagome had never done anything like this before. She was exploring something that she never in a million lifetimes would have guessed she would want. But she had done that before, right? She had felt this way time and time again when it came to shard-hunting 500 years in the past.
This? This was nothing.
Her body was practically vibrating with energy, and her grip tightened on the handle of her weapon–comforting, familiar. It grounded her, bringing her into the moment, and Kagome decided she would let her instincts drive her.
Kagome raised the whip, swinging it above her head, and she felt that twinge of excitement with the way Sesshomaru's eyes followed it. She channeled her light into the weapon, giving it a faint pink glow–much less concentrated than before.
She brought it down hard, and the whip lashed against Sesshomaru's broad chest, a thick red mark slashing across his pale skin that sizzled lightly.
The demon lord let out the most alluring growl–low and rumbly, his golden eyes closing as if to savor the pain.
Kagome didn't give him the time: she swung twice more–CRACK! CRACK!–and the lashes crossed each other in a crude X mark, each sizzling from holy burns.
Sesshomaru's growl became more feral, and the priestess saw his face flicker between a mouth and muzzle.
She swung again, the strike landing over his lower abdomen. This one was the worst of all, the dark red mark smoking from the burn and beading with blood. Sesshomaru roared up towards the moon, brought to his knees, digging the heels of his hands into the dewy grass. His hips bucked, and Kagome quickly realized what had happened all over the inside of his hakama. Years ago, she might have blushed–but now, all she felt was some combination of pride and arousal.
"Priestess," Sesshomaru panted at the ground. Silken, silvery hair slid over his hunched shoulders as he gasped for breath, "Priestess–"
"Kagome," Kagome corrected firmly. She put a hand on her naked hip, observing how low the great and powerful demon lord had fallen. Words couldn't properly express the sheer joy she felt at the sight of him, slumped on the ground before her, almost offering himself.
His long fingers tightened into the grass, tugging at it. Kagome watched his body still, and he appeared to have to make himself look up at her–but when their eyes met, his golden eyes were begging.
"Kagome," he said urgently. It was the first time she'd ever heard her name from his lips… in his voice.
"Yes?" she asked as cooly as she could, but the slight breathy tone in her voice betrayed her nonchalance.
Again, Sesshomaru appeared to make himself speak, as if the words were literally being pulled from his mouth–but he spoke quietly, "I want… to taste you."
While sexually inexperienced, Kagome's heart was pounding wildly with excitement coursing through her veins–and Sesshomaru could likely hear it all–but she steeled herself, keeping her cool facade.
She strode over to him and bent down, her fingertips lightly tracing his jawline as she gave him a sweet, sinister smile.
"Ask nicely."
She expected a scoff, a growl, a hiss–some kind of protest. But what she got…
Sesshomaru's eyes filled with need, and his long, elegant clawed fingers slid up her thighs to grasp her hips, his face at her mound. Again, the danger of it all sent shivers down her spine, the risk of being so close to someone she knew to be so deadly.
Nevertheless, Sesshomaru spoke softly once more:
"Please let me taste you… Kagome."
She was done for after that. With a breathy sigh, Kagome fell into his lap, and she ground her core over the obvious arousal in Sesshomaru's pants, and the wetness she found there. Remarkably, she felt him twitch under her, apparently still hard after that intense release mere moments ago.
But Kagome didn't allow herself to become distracted, just letting her instincts guide her, closing her eyes and feeling the moment, not thinking.
Kagome felt his breath on her neck, his teeth on her collarbones, his fingers sliding up inside her…
"You… enjoy this too."
He wasn't asking her, but when their eyes met Kagome could see his curiosity, his fascination.
"Yes," she told him, and his fingers flexed inside her core. She let out a wanton moan, arching her back as she sat in his lap. From the way he easily pumped his digits between her folds, Kagome knew she was wetter than she'd ever been in her life. She was lost in the bliss of giving pain and taking pleasure.
There was no going back after this.
She was taken out of her thoughts when Sesshomaru groaned. "Lavender," he breathed. "Lavender and… honey~"
The way he said it made Kagome shiver. "My scent?" she asked, absently, focusing on the way his fingers felt inside her.
"Yes," he confirmed, staring between her legs like he'd been put in a trance. Sesshomaru then huffed and shook his head, "Gods, lie back, lie back!"
Kagome didn't try to correct his behavior that time, far too worked up to care about who was in control. As far as she saw it, neither of them were in control. They were wild animals let out of their cages for the first time, running fast and free.
The grass was cold on Kagome's back as she lay before Sesshomaru–knees open, her swollen mound exposed. She watched him look at her, almost feeling his gaze touch her. He brought his wet fingers up to his mouth, and a quiet thrill went through Kagome as she watched him lick them clean–but in the next moment, his head was between her legs, and then his lips and tongue were doing downright sinful things to her.
Sesshomaru held her legs open, pressing his palms on the backs of her thighs as he buried his face in her folds. He gorged himself on her, lapping at her like a man dying of thirst. Kagome couldn't hold back her gasps, fingers flexing in the grass, trying to find purchase somewhere–but she utterly failed.
When Sesshomaru's own fingers returned to their place inside her, Kagome's back arched again, and she let out a deep moan.
"Se…Sess…" she tried to speak, panting as her pleasure quickly rose.
This spurred him on, and he growled against her sensitive flesh, sounding determined.
A final flick of his tongue sent Kagome over the edge, and she screamed, her hands flying to the top of Sesshomaru's head to pull him closer by his silver-white hair. Pleasure and warmth flooded her entire body in intense, crashing waves. She gritted her teeth against them, riding them out as she bucked her wet, pulsing folds against Sesshomaru's face.
The demon seemed to welcome it, his hands going to hold her hips and pull her body to his waiting mouth.
By the time the orgasm subsided, Kagome's mind was already foggy, and her hands limply fell away from Sesshomaru's hair. She panted up at the sky, a satisfied smile spreading across her flushed pink lips as she closed her eyes.
When she opened them, Sesshomaru was looming over her, and he looked as though he'd regained some of his usual coldness.
"You will say nothing to anyone," he told her firmly, and then in the next moment, he was dressed again, disappearing into the night.
Kagome just lay comfortably in the grass, smiling to herself. She wound a strand of her own hair around her finger, biting her bottom lip.
"Yeah," she said aloud. "But you'll be back…"
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