Immaculate Sex by Trouble In Shangri-La

Chapter One

Note: This fic contains sexual behavior. Do be careful if you're not of

legal age.

Second note: This is a ONE SHOT.....that means I won't be adding more

to it.

Steam from the hidden hot springs swirled into Kagome's nose. No matter how tough, tiring and painful a day became, a hot bath never failed to relax her.

If only she'd known today wouldn't be like the others.

The hot spring smelled heavily of jasmine and sakura, mostly due to foliage being thick with both. Just about any scent, be it demon, creature or something else, was masked by the thick floral smell permeating the area. The springs themselves were deep and about ten feet wide with shelves of rock providing shallows to relax in after a refreshing swim.

Kagome had just finished her bath when something rustled in the distance. A figure stirred the mist from the other side of the hot springs. Without thinking she dove into the thickest jasmine bush, hiding herself completely from view.

The form wore white with red around the edges. That was all Kagome needed to see to recognize him.

Oh, my God.

She gulped as Sesshoumaru circled water's edge, his eyes searching for intruders. He stopped less than six feet from her location and shed his fluffy heirloom pelt. His obi went next, spilling his swords on the grass with a soft clank. Next came his armor. He seemed smaller, oddly vulnerable, when his armor fell away from his chest.

Oh, my God...

Sesshoumaru shed his boots and shrugged out of his hakama-shita. Milky shoulders appeared. Sculpted pectorals and abs followed. Then one perfect arm and a stub ending just above the elbow. Silk whispered on his flesh to pool lifeless in the grass. He bent to let his hakama down, bringing into view a pair of legs built by years of training, walking and fighting.

The demon lord knelt to fold his clothes into neat square piles next to his armor and boots. Stray sakura leaves kissed his gleaming body.

Kagome blushed as she drank in the sight of his pale, muscular body. Purple stripes drew slashes across his forearms, hips and calves. Every liquid muscle rippled with his movements. She watched him stand on his toes to work out a cramp in his calf. Satin hair swished across his skin. Then he turned towards her and...oh, God...she saw everything. He didn't have a hair in his armpits or on his arms and legs. A silver line of hairs grew from below his belly button to splay out around his nether region. It didn't curl, but hung straight down like a furry curtain that hid his manhood.

He's got his own little loincloth. A giggle almost burst from her throat. It looks so...fluffy!

Sesshoumaru hadn't noticed her. She stared as he walked to the spring's edge. His hair fluttered against his thighs and calves. Those same thighs and calves bunched. He dove in. His grace put olympic divers to shame.

Tell me I'm dreaming...I never realized he's that gorgeous. God, what if he knew I saw him? He doesn't even know I'm here, I hope...

Yet Kagome couldn't tear her eyes away. Scooting forward in the bush, she peered down at Sesshoumaru swimming in the clear water. His lack of an arm didn't hinder his momentum at all. He became a moving white jewel against the dark sediment below. Ripples trailed in his wake. Then he floated on his back, silver hair fanning out on the water's surface like a brilliant halo. He kept his eyes closed. Small lips curled into an almost-smile.

He looked so content.

He's so different from Inuyasha. Kagome's face fell. Inuyasha can never love me...he loves Kikyou. She's all he can think about...and I have no one.

Splash.

Kagome's eyes snapped back to the steamy springs. Sesshoumaru now knelt in the shallows with his hair underwater, washing it with something powdery that created a red cloud in the water. This went on for a few minutes until he stood up and whipped his hair back with a wet slapping sound. An arch of droplets trailed his hair's rapid shift, generating a brief rainbow over his head.

Sesshoumaru combed his hair with his fingers, getting out all the tangles. Long fingers moved up to straighten his parted bangs. His amber eyes remained half-closed and faraway. He turned so Kagome saw him in profile and sat down, dangling his legs in the water. Again his hand moved, this time over his skin to wash.

Silently, Kagome wished his palm was hers.

Tapered fingers slithered across his chest and over one shoulder. Back around to his shoulderblades and throat. Down to either hip and thigh. Making a slow circle until he had no place to wash except his manhood.

It was limp when he dove in. Now it stood erect as a pole, parting its fuzzy curtain.

Kagome's eyes grew to saucers. Where did THAT come from?

Sesshoumaru wrapped his hand around his length. A ripple shivered up his body. He pointed his thumb towards the tip and started stroking himself.

If Kagome's eyes got any larger, they'd surely fall out of her head.

Oh my GOD!

She still couldn't look away.

As Kagome looked on, Sesshoumaru's face flushed soft pink. The color spread down his chest and up into his ears. He parted his lips and moaned softly.

Pulsing heat exploded in the region of Kagome's womb and vulva. Her nipples hardened under her shirt. She unconsciously rubbed her thumb in small circles against a leaf trapped beneath her hand. Redness spread from her cheeks to her breasts. Air was hard to come by, forcing her to gulp

more. Her pupils dilated.

He's...so...beautiful.

The demon lord's hand continued its motion. Long strokes pulled the foreskin over his red, glistening tip.

Kagome moaned and shifted, wishing she could draw that length inside herself. Moisture built in her aching nether regions. Somehow she wound up lying against a smooth rock that pressed against her in just the right spot. A gasp died in her throat. She began to grind, the rock stroking her through her panties. Dark eyes dilated further. Each movement spread the desire in her loins further towards her chest.

In her mind, that rock became his fingers.

Sesshoumaru jerked his eyes open. They glowed dull red. Veins popped up in his throat. His markings lengthened, as did his fangs and claws. He started thrusting against his own fingers. A low, constant rumble followed every gasping breath. His toes curled and his entire body pulsed. The moon upon his brow glowed blue in contrast with his red eyes.

Tension rippled up Kagome's spine. The last time he pulsed like that, he was entering his demon form. But she just could not look away. When he sped up his strokes, so did she. His pretend hands pinched and massaged her most sensitive button. Before she knew it she didn't recognize herself anymore. Kagome Higurashi had become a desperate, sex-crazed young woman on the verge of release.

Sesshoumaru bore his teeth and arched against himself. Spasms rocked his frame, making him buck involuntarily into his hand. Perfect muscles bunched in sharp relief. His moans became snarls and his irises shrank. A fierce tension narrowed and twisted his face. His manhood darkened, throbbing visibly against his palm. He seemed barely capable of holding his humanoid shape.

New tightness ignited in Kagome's depths. Her breath came in ragged pants. She watched his essence spill forth.

Every time his hips thrust forward, he erupted sticky whiteness onto the rocks. He appeared in a trance, utterly still except for his heaving chest and rocking pelvis. So vulnerable, yet so powerful.

She ground herself faster against the rock. Every inch of her being focused on a single point in her center. Sensations folded inward.

Sesshoumaru growled again. He was still climaxing.

Kagome dug her fists into the dirt, pretending it was his silken skin.

The rock in front of him turned white with semen.

She arched and bit her lip bloody. Her breasts swelled and her body spasmed. Sensations crashed together. She rocked her hips like her life depended on it. Everything inside her - womb, passageway, pelvis - pulsated in time with Sesshoumaru's surges.

He was still in the throes of orgasm when she felt hers ebb.

Kagome sagged, panting, and rested her cheek on her hand to watch him. I better wash my underwear, she thought drowsily.

She blinked, he was still ejaculating!

God, how long can he stay like that?

Five minutes later, Sesshoumaru finally sagged. His eyes faded from ruby to amber. He shook his member, slid away from the water's edge and tilted his head back, sculpted chest heaving. Sticky strings still clung to his hand, but he wiped it off on the rock by his leg. Relief flashed over his pretty features.

His face and lips were still flushed when he climbed from the springs, a glistening angel in the sun.

He would never know how deeply she wanted him.

The core of Kagome's being longed to just stand up, announce her presence and make love to the beautiful demon right there amidst the sakura trees. But, deep down, she knew such was impossible. To proclaim her love was to ensure her death.

Beings like Sesshoumaru can only be loved from afar.

Every week, Sesshoumaru came to the hot spring and pleasured himself. Every week, Kagome made secret love to him while watching from the bushes.

He never knew.