The Golden Dust by Chiaztolite

The Golden Dust

The night air was filled with the scents of gardenias and peonies, lilacs and wisterias. The Lord of Eastern Lands’ estate gardens were filled with all kinds of blooming trees and shrubberies, each one perfuming the air and contributing to the luscious fragrance that hung around them.

The guests milled about the massive, meandering garden. It was meticulously landscaped and perfectly manicured. Tonight, it was fully decorated with countless lanterns that swayed from the tree branches and floated on the surface of the ponds. The silver moon hung low and large in the star-filled sky.

All and all, it was a beautiful night to view beautiful flowers.

They were attending a party the Lord of the Eastern Lands hosted once every century to celebrate his most prized plant blooming: the Empress of the Night. It was known to be the most beautiful flower to ever grace the earth, and its buds opened only once every hundred years. They remained open for only a few hours before the petals fell one by one, and the plant rested for another century.

“Your gardens are truly sights for sore eyes, Lord Hashimoto,” Sesshōmaru said as they both strolled a distance away behind a group of ladies, his own mate included, as they toured the gardens before the Empress of the Night was to bloom at midnight.

As if Kagome sensed his eyes on her, she turned and gave him a coquettish smile over her shoulder.

They were a newly mated couple. It had barely been one year since he placed that mark on the nape of her neck, but she had settled marvellously into her role as the Lady of the Western Lands. Of course, no endeavours were without obstacles, but she managed to assert her place in the yōkai court better than he could ever expect from anyone.

“My mother still speaks fondly of the time she spends here,” Sesshōmaru said, somewhat distractedly, because the way his miko mate sashayed in front of him was quite distracting.

“She—“ The inu daiyōkai swallowed a growl when he realized Kagome, sensing his eyes on her backside, might be doing it on purpose.

Sesshōmaru cleared his throat. “My mother remembers yours with affection. She often reminisces happily on their precious visits together over the years.”

“As did mine, until the day she breathed her last,” their host replied. “I am honoured that you and your Lady made the time to attend our humble gathering, Lord Sesshōmaru.”

“The Lady of the Western Lands is eager to acquaint herself with the members of the yōkai court,” Sesshōmaru explained. “She was most thrilled to have received an invitation.”

Then, they both saw Kagome separated herself from the group of ladies to approach a particular large flower off to the side of the garden. Sesshōmaru frowned. There was something familiar about that flower, though its significance escaped him at this moment.

“Lord Sesshōmaru,” the Eastern Lord warned. “Perhaps it is better if Lady Kagome stays away from that particular specimen. Its pollen can be incredibly potent and cause some strong reactions…”

The inu daiyōkai did not need to hear more before he strode towards his mate, ready to pull her back.

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Kagome stared at the center of the large flower, mesmerized. Its size was so massive, it could swallow her head if it wanted to. However, the iridescent colour of the petals was so beautiful that she simply had to stop to admire it.

“Kagome! Step back—“

Before she registered what Sesshōmaru was trying to say, the flower shook as though it sneezed. Then, it spritzed forth some golden powder from its center, scattering fine particles all over her face and exposed neck. Some even landed on the back of her hands.

Kagome looked down and observed the golden dust scattered all over her. They permeated her flesh, seeping into her clothes and down onto her naked skin.

The effect was immediate.

A tidal wave of lust washed over her. That place between her thighs began to weep, gushing fluid. Her womb tightened and clenched. She shook and whimpered, hugging herself with her arms as though she tried to contain the passion that was overflowing from within her body.

It was unbearable. Kagome fell onto the ground, her knees sinking into the manicured green grass beneath her, shaking all over.

She tried to pacify herself. She was in a public place, for gods’ sake! Not just any public place, but the home of one of Sesshōmaru’s closest allies. During a heavily attended party. Yet, her body no longer cared about decency. It only wanted to be undressed and petted.

Her heart was galloping with the speed of a stallion. Her skin prickled. Everything felt so overly sensitive; she could not even stand the feel of her clothes against her skin.

Kagome tried to rise, but the overwhelming lust was debilitating. Her fingers itched to undo the knot of her obi and shed off one piece of her clothing after another. She wanted to feel the cool night air on her skin, the brush of breeze against her swollen nether lips. She rubbed her knees together to gain friction, but her clothing was too constricting to achieve anything satisfying. Her mating mark burned, and she caressed it to soothe the need, only to inflame it further.

Panting, she stared at her mate. In her fevered vision, he looked like a silver god striding towards her — tall, broad, handsome.

And utterly desirable.

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Even though the golden dust did not land on him, Sesshōmaru was not unaffected. Seeing Kagome so needy for his touch and attention, his beast rose and prowled impatiently. He could feel how much she wanted him through their mating bond, and her desperation to join with him.

He crouched beside his mate and gathered her to his chest, surrounding her body with mokomoko and shielding her from view.

“Sesshōmaru,” she panted in his ear. “It’s so…” She shuddered in his arms when her body sent another surge of lust coursing through her. “I can’t bear it… I need you. Now.”

She was whispering in a low voice, but they were surrounded by yōkai, all of whom possessed superior hearing. Judging from their soft chuckles and the knowing smiles, they had all heard her breathless whimpers.

Not that he cared. His mate needed him, and desired him. The knowledge was enough to prompt his beast to preen with pride.

“Hold on to me, mate,” he whispered as he lifted her. “I will take us somewhere private in no time.”

He did not need to instruct her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck almost immediately, clinging to him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, seeking his scent. Her tongue licked a path from his kimono collar to his ear before her blunt teeth bit his earlobe.

He nearly snarled and took her in front of the watchful eyes of the yōkai lords and ladies, but he reigned in the surge of passion she elicited inside him.

“I am at a loss for words,” the Eastern Lord said behind him. Then, their host’s voice took on a humorous tone. “Except, perhaps… Godspeed, and… enjoy yourselves?”

Sesshōmaru wasted no time for further pleasantries. He tightened his hold around his mate and launched them both into the air, and flew away from the Eastern Lord’s residence in search of a suitable place for him to care for Kagome.

Even as they flew, she was gyrating against him, seeking friction. Her hand had somehow found its way underneath his armour to fondle a part of him that was quickly swelling for her.

Clenching his teeth and praying for a stronger willpower, he increased his speed.

‘Somewhere private’ happened to be a cave not too far away. It just had to be, unless they resigned themselves to fornicating in the air, which… well, would be the first time for them.

As soon as they landed in front of the cave, Kagome dragged him inside and pulled his head down for a kiss. He followed her, going deeper into the cave until he found a suitable nook as their temporary love nest. There, he laid his mokomoko down to serve as her bed.

Sesshōmaru set a few yōki flames to illuminate the dark cavern in a warm golden glow, casting shadows to dance across the walls. Then, he looked at her glazed blue eyes and flushed face, and saw the smear of golden pollen at the corner of her mouth. He bent down to lick it, taking it into his system. Immediately, he felt a surge of passion inside him. Cupping her jaw, he sought her mouth, deepening their kiss as her lips parted and their tongues tangled.

Their hands were busy undressing each other simultaneously. Pieces of clothing and armour hit the ground with a whisper of silk or the heavy thud of bone. Before long, he was as naked as she was.

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Panting and shivering with uncontrollable need, Kagome let her mate lay her down onto the soft white fur.

When Sesshōmaru parted her legs, she did not have time to think or to feel embarrassed that they were doing this inside a cave like a pair of wild animals. The overwhelming lust barely left any room for other thoughts or feelings.

He gave her one long lick from the mouth of her canal all the way up to the swollen bundle of nerves. Then, he set his mouth on her there, suckling almost immediately. She screamed. Hips undulating, she climaxed under the assault of his lips and tongue.

He loved her like that for a long time, eating at her, sucking at her swollen nub. His finger slid in and out of her tunnel. Not deep, just enough to give her the feeling of being stretched and penetrated.

No… it was nowhere enough.

As if he heard her thoughts, he flipped her onto her hands and knees.

Kagome cried out when she felt his mouth tasting her from below. His hand pulled her hips down so that she could do nothing but ride his face. His jaws opened and worked against her, devouring her. She clawed mokomoko on the ground, screaming and coming helplessly when his tongue penetrated her, snaking into the deep recess of her womanhood. Her thighs, splayed wide on both sides of his head, shivered and shook as she tried to hold herself up. He drank her in, not pausing even after she peaked, gathering every drop of her juices with his tongue.

Even when she was drenched and clenching around emptiness, he still would not give her what she wanted.

“Sesshōmaru, please… I’m ready,” Kagome whimpered. “Now, now…”

His answer was to press her hips down so he could slant his mouth over her labia and suck her clit more. Kagome hung her head down and writhed. She could not see him, but she could hear his hand working himself ruthlessly to the rhythm of his suckling. That rhythm, and ohh… that sinful sounds of his cock being handled so roughly echoed throughout the cave, heightening her arousal – if that was even possible.

Kagome was trembling all over, her body tensing periodically when her insides contracted, sending waves after waves of need through her entire body.

“Sesshōmaru—“ She sobbed. “I need you now… Please—“

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Sesshōmaru knew his tongue and fingers would not be enough to ease her deep ache. She was too far gone. What she needed the most was a cock plugging her pussy and a copious amount of seed bathing the walls of her womb, easing her from inside out.

Without delay, he positioned himself behind his mate. He did not leave her hanging for long. He rubbed his cock against her opening, and before she could open her mouth to scream her frustration, he slammed into her. She was so tight. His powerful hips pulled back before he thrust once, twice, thrice before he bottomed out inside her.

The head of his cock found the little pocket deep at the back of her channel. Kagome cried out when she felt him making a home for himself, filling her deepest recess. Her blunt fingernails found purchase on the softness of his fur as she arched her back sharply, which opened her body more to his plundering.

Sesshōmaru looked down at that place where they were joined. Her opening was stretched tight around his girth. Her nether lips were pink, puffy, and coated with her wetness, parted around the thick column of flesh.

He reached around her belly to touch the soft pad of his thumb to that secret pearl that was so swollen and begging to be teased. The effect was immediate. Kagome bucked; her body arched sharply like a well-strung bow. He kept swirling his thumb against that highly sensitive part, still thrusting, as he wrenched an intense climax out of her.

She tightened around him, milking his length with her lush, velvety muscles until he lost the semblance of control. His hips moved erratically, forgetting any finesse as he chased his climax.

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Kagome nearly orgasmed from the intense sensation of being stretched so wide. But it was nothing compared to the euphoria she felt when his body tensed against her ass while ropes of his come jetted into her. So hot. The golden dust made her so sensitized to everything that she could feel dribbles of his seed pouring into the mouth of her womb, splashing her walls, soothing her from inside out.

And still, it was not enough.

“Sesshōmaru,” she whimpered softly, powerless to communicate what she wanted, what she needed. She was reduced to a series of whimpers and moans.

But, her mate understood precisely what she needed. He lowered his body until his chest brushed against her back and nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck.

“Kagome. I will not tire until you are fully sated,” he told her.

With those words, he began to thrust into her again. Her mate’s dedication to her pleasure was nearly enough for her to reach another climax. She put up no resistance when he pressed her down until her front was pressed against the fur on the ground.

Her eyes flew open, yet she saw nothing other than specks of white stars in her vision. She realized: he was able to impale her deeper in this position. It tore a long moan out of her throat. He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock along the sensitive tissues of her tunnel until only the tip remained inside. Then, he slammed into her again, harder.

Kagome raised her hips to match his rhythm. He released a pleased rumble when she moved her hips back to meet his thrusts. She encouraged him to get deep whenever she ground her ass against his pelvis. His growl reverberated from the base of his chest cavity, thrumming against her back. The low sound and the vibrations made her tunnel clench and cream around the thick intrusion even more.

He curled his left arm around her midsection and pressed his fingers firmly on her lower belly, feeling the contours of his stiff cock underneath the layers of skin, flesh, and muscles.

“I am so deep inside you,” he panted in her ear.

Kagome could not speak. Gasping for breath, she nodded frantically. He pressed his hand harder, and they both felt his heavy cock moving inside her. At that moment, she felt something inside him splinter apart.

He pulled out almost entirely, leaving only the thick mushroom-shaped head at the mouth of her channel. She nearly wailed in protest just before he snapped his hips. Hard. So hard, the force of his thrust jolted her entire body forward. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. He did it again. Harder. Again. Again…

She was getting everything that her body needed. And greedily, she soaked it all up. Her mate held nothing back, riding her ruthlessly, giving her no quarter. He gripped her shoulders, forcing her body back to meet his every thrust. Her teeth clattered as her entire body jerked and jolted. Her breasts bounced to the rhythm of his savage pounding. One particularly hard thrust had him bumping a special place high inside her, very close to her cervix. Her eyes flew open, mouth parted to let out a long cry of pleasure.

“Sessh… Ahhh, right there—“

He did not respond, but he focused on that spot that had her keening with pleasure. The lewd noises of their bodies coming together, layered on her euphoric cries and his deep, possessive grunts, reverberated through the cave. He pummelled that spot repeatedly, grinding the tip of his organ against the tight mouth that guarded her womb until she screamed, trembled, and came all over him again.

Kagome was nearly delirious with pleasure. So wet, she dripped along her inner thighs and onto the mokomoko beneath her. She lowered her head until her forehead touched the soft pelt upon the cave floor. He came down on all fours and caged her with his larger frame; his strong hands braced themselves next to her slim, slight ones. Kagome whimpered, her thighs shaking with the effort of keeping her lower body up. And still, she parted them wide, giving him unimpeded access to plough her deep.

Her body clenched instinctively around the thick girth that skewered her, and he let out a low groan of approval. He felt even more massive in this position. She cried out with every thrust. The overload of sensations nearly had her climaxing again.

She mewled and lifted her upper body from the cave floor, rubbing her slick back against his equally slick torso. Then, craning her neck back, she pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. He did not deny her. Instead, he cupped her jaw and kissed her with the passion she felt in her heart. His tongue plundered her mouth as thoroughly as his cock plundered her pussy.

He kept her there, teetering over the edge of climax as she pleaded wordlessly against his mouth. She was unravelling fast. When he lowered his hand and pinched her swollen clit, she flew apart in his arms, his deep kiss muffling her screams.

Still shivering and under the throes of her latest climax, Kagome provided no resistance when her mate gently coaxed her to press her chest back onto the furs. Now, he was moving languidly, rolling his hips against her backside, gliding his thick organ smoothly in and out of her channel.

So sensitive from the multitudes of climaxes as well as the lingering effects of the golden dust, Kagome writhed. So exhausted, yet already climbing up another mountain of pleasure, well on her way to another peak.

“Sesshōmaru…” She repeatedly whispered, swirling her hips in tempo with each thrust.

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Sesshōmaru gripped her narrow waist in an attempt to keep her still. He desperately wanted to be gentle with her, to make their pleasure last longer, yet he fell prey to her charm, passion, and innocence. Even when he strived so hard to slow down, he found himself quickening his pace. His pelvis slapped rapidly against her soft buttocks as he raced with her to reach their climax. Her skin was quickly reddening from the repeated hard smacks.

Once again, the dim cave was filled with the sharp, wet, lewd sounds of their coupling. Kagome mewled and clenched around him again, wordlessly pleading, and he knew it would only be a moment before she pulled his seed out of him.

Her enthusiasm, her breathless moans, her delicious scent, her everything made the ring of flesh at the base of his sex swell.

His hands tightened around the swell of her hips. He wanted her to have all the pleasure he could give.

“Kagome, let me knot you,” he whispered in her ear.

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Kagome nearly orgasmed again from the thought of her mate knotting her. It did not often happen — perhaps twice or thrice a year, though it was an event to remember each time.

“Yes…”

Her body gushed to prepare itself for the added girth, the thick fist that would form at the base of his cock.

Sesshōmaru bit the tip of her ear gently before he pulled out and coaxed her to change position. He shifted her onto her side, wrapping his body tight behind her. Knotting could be a lengthy process – an hour or so – and her mate always ensured she was in a comfortable position before they were locked together.

He hoisted her leg over his hip and opened her up, notching the head of his cock at her pussy. She was so wet, and the golden dust had made her body soft and pliant that he could slide in smoothly. Almost immediately, his knot began to expand, stretching her and testing the limits of her body.

Kagome bit the back of her hand as she writhed. His hips moved infinitesimally against her core as he coaxed her body to take more and more until he finally bottomed out inside her.

He nuzzled the mating mark on her nape and teased it with his tongue, tasting the salt of her sweat. Her shiver intensified as she felt him reaching for her through their bond. She hiked her thigh higher over his hip, invariably opening herself further for him.

Sesshōmaru was snarling against her nape. His swollen knot had locked him inside her body, yet it did not stop him from rocking against her in deep-seated nudges. It was all raw movements, sharp snaps of the hips that would have toppled her forward if he had not held onto her securely with both arms.

Her head fell back against his shoulder. Her body arched as she convulsed, fingers desperately grasping at the striped wrist that pressed her tightly to him. The white, hot waves of euphoria swallowed her as she crested over the edge of pleasure. She quivered all over, completely lost in the joy of her climax. The pleasure wrecked her, and she knew he could feel it through their mating link.

Kagome’s eyes flew open when she felt his knot swell further inside her, stretching her to breaking point.

Then— with a low, fulfilled groan, he released, spraying jet after jet of seed deep inside her. She exhaled a long moan when the first spray of his come hit her insides. Hot, scalding. It hurtled her over the precipice of another orgasm that had her quaking with the strength of her release.

With every spurt of his seed, she felt the effects of the golden dust diminishing, finally.

Though he had spent so much, he still thrust gently against the soft cushion of her backside. Still hungry, insatiable. His lips moved gently against her skin as he peppered kisses across her shoulders and back, holding her tight as she shook and quivered from the aftermath of the most intense climax she had ever experienced.

They remained in this position as his knot continued to lock them together. Gently, he caressed her breasts, kneading the soft mounds, and kissing her. All the while, he murmured praises and endearments in her ear.

It was another hour before his knot started to diminish. But, even afterwards, Sesshōmaru remained inside her. As soon as she wiggled her hips a little, she immediately noticed how rigid his shaft still was.  

“You… licked the pollen from my face,” Kagome pointed out, voice hoarse from too much screaming. “Why?”

“To keep up with you, of course,” her mate replied, nudging deeply inside her, drawing another passionate moan from her.

When his hand squeezed her breast, she shivered again, and the desire inside her was renewed.

Her mate growled softly in her ear when he scented her readiness, already rolling his hips to begin another bout of lovemaking.

“I can’t believe… after all that,” Kagome moaned as she reached back to caress his cheek. She squirmed when she felt his deft fingers plucking at the juncture of her thighs. “How long is this going to last?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” he said as he kissed her neck.

Sesshōmaru trailed his lips along her jaw before he claimed her mouth.

And soon, all her reservations were forgotten.

He rolled her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide and urging her to wrap them around his waist. Still kissing her, he reached for her hands, lacing their fingers together and pinning them above her head as he made love to her again.

It was many hours before they were ready to leave the cave.