Once upon an Edo night: Night of undying passion by MissTeak
From the past...
Standard disclaimers apply.
A/N: This is the idea I’ve been toying with in my mind for a long time. Ever since finishing “Once upon an Edo night”, I’ve received numerous requests from readers asking for a lemon scene between Tayu no Higurashi and Lord Sesshoumaru. So being quite the gutter inhabitant myself, I’ve finally come up with this chapter. It can be considered a prequel or a sequel, depending on how you look at it.
This is a response to r0o’s GM challenge, and I would like to dedicate this chapter to her as a token of my appreciation of her encouraging words.
You can read this alone, but it would be good to have read the original story Once Upon an Edo Night. This prequel/sequel would be split up into three chapters.
Minors are warned – This is smut. Dirty, unadulterated sex with kinky play and the violating of ancient Yoshiwara taboos. If you think this would traumatize you for life, please leave before this chapter does some permanent damage. For all other smut lovers, enjoy!
Once upon an Edo night
~A night of undying passion~
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“Sesshoumaru...the keys….” Kagome whispered in between kisses on his open mouth while her hands roamed wildly over the broad expanse of his back. His masculine scent was starting to grow on her, and her mind had begun to register it as something definitive of him. “Hurry up…”
She was practically pushed up against the door of his apartment, held in place by her sexy CEO who just became her boyfriend two hours ago. It was hard to think straight when he was kissing her furiously around her neck, alternating between soft, open kisses, light nibbles and hard sucking on her skin. The back of her head hurt a little whenever it hit the wooden door, but Kagome could not care less, not when his hand was kneading one of her breasts so erotically.
“Let us burn silently, Lord Sesshoumaru.”
Another hand fumbled in his pocket for the keys that would undoubtedly open the door to a night of passionate lovemaking, only to retrieve his car keys. He exhaled in frustration, before shoving his hand into his pocket again to look for his apartment keys. They had to hurry up; it would do neither of them any good should neighbors witness this.
“Burning in?”
An impatient tug on his sleeve from Kagome seemed to push the good luck a little, and Sesshoumaru found the key to his apartment. Fumbling hands fought to steady themselves as he maneuvered her to the side, before trying to slot the key into its keyhole. He turned it, and the heavy door swung open to admit the two eager lovers who were only too keen on getting acquainted with each other’s body.
“Yes…” Kagome whispered ever so quietly, smiling as Sesshoumaru met her eyes in a knowing look. The passion lingering in the air was so heavy; she could virtually taste it. There was a nostalgic wave creeping ever so inconspicuously into the heated sexual tension, and though neither took the initiative to articulate it, both knew the feeling.
It was an uncanny sense of nostalgia and déjà vu from three hundred and seventy years back in history.
“Burn silently, on this mesmerizing Edo night, in the raw, unadulterated tension that can never be denied between the two of us.”
The door clicked shut behind them, and the tiny click only served to drive Sesshoumaru’s actions bolder. His hands were no longer roaming her back; they were now dying to come into contact with the beauty her demure crochet dress was hiding. A hand snaked under the hem of the dress, pushing it up such that her entire thigh, sensuously porcelain, was exposed to him. Sesshoumaru could hear his blood rushing in his ears; the small gasps from the woman in his arms and the eager, fumbling hands tugging at his shirt were not helping.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He smirked, before leaning in to inhale the floral scent of her hair deeply. “Gods, you’re so beautiful…”
His fingers ran along the length of her thigh, close enough to tantalize but not satisfy. Demureness be damned, Kagome thought as she sighed in pleasure and grabbed his hand, moving it higher up her thigh. She wanted him so badly, and had no idea if it was the magic of the night that was affecting her, or if it was just the passion she felt for this man.
“You’re so beautiful too…” Her other hand cupped his cheek, feeling the lightest bumps of stubble on his chin. He was so sexy, so perfect. She might be the only woman in the world who thought so, but to Kagome, that was all the better. She found herself being so selfish whenever Sesshoumaru was involved.
“I want you so badly, Sesshoumaru.” Her words were heartfelt.
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Lord Sesshoumaru regarded the Tayu silently as she boldly articulated the sexual tension between them. She was observant indeed, to notice he had not been paying attention to her words. The girl had been talking about the Manchurian invasion via the sea trade routes, but he hardly registered her words. It was more of the movement of those perfectly-shaped cherry blossom lips, painted so erotically in cinnabar rouge, which captivated the demon lord.
Kagome turned to pick her shamisen up, only to have her hand freeze elegantly above the musical instrument when he closed his hand firmly around her wrist. He had been sitting across the room just a second ago. She was not surprised; he was a powerful demon after all, and speed was only part of his immense power.
Looking up from the hand wrapped around her wrist, her breath hitched in her throat when her eyes came to rest upon pools of molten amber. He held an intense gaze within them; one that could leave everything in the world in smoldering ruins. Yet the unimaginable strength resided underneath a shell so unearthly in its beauty, and it made her heart wrench painfully just to look at him. She fought to keep her gaze steady, and willed her eyes to seduce his soul.
She had never encountered a man so perfect. It scared her and excited her at the same time, and she fell in love with his physical beauty. It was a beauty which transcended admiration; Lord Sesshoumaru resembled a raging fire, so majestic but fatally dangerous at the same time. He was unlike any men she had met.
But if he was a raging fire, she decided silently, she would willingly be incinerated into nothing but ashes.
And with that thought in mind, she closed her eyes, feeling his hands undo her obi deftly. Her hand lowered to clutch her shamisen tightly, and its strings cried a loud twang when he swiftly pushed her kimono off her slender shoulders. He had obviously caught her by surprise. He was just like any other man, she realized. Trying to fool herself had obviously not worked; Lord Sesshoumaru was just another man. Deep down, he was like all the others, and she was just a common whore to them.
He moved her effortlessly such that she was leaning on her back into his chest in a sitting position. She had not even bothered with wearing a nagajuban underneath her kimono; she was after all, a prostitute.
The elevated Tayu status was just a fancy label constructed by those trapped in this vicious fate as a form of consolation. It was tragic.
“How beautiful, these peaks of perfect dusk pink.” Lord Sesshoumaru whispered, reaching to pinch an erect nipple between his fingers. The flesh forming the base of the nipple was almost a perfect cream color, supple and feminine. He inclined his head to lick her neck languorously, leaving a glistening trail of saliva where his tongue had graced.
Kagome fought the shiver that threatened to shake her. It most probably meant nothing to him, but he said she was beautiful. Her heart fluttered like a newly metamorphosized butterfly in spring.
A lot of men had told her she was beautiful, and bestowed praises that made her secretly cringe and roll her eyes. Yet when Lord Sesshoumaru said she was beautiful, she was dying to believe he really meant it.
Her hand reached behind her, feeling around for his semi-stiff penis which had already begun to press itself against the base of her back. Unable to escape her fate, she had to do this.
“No,” He licked the shell of her ear ever so tantalizingly, as if she were a piece of precious candy. “Play.”
Confusion hit her for an instant, and she realized he wanted her to play the shamisen as he pleasured her.
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“Right here?” She whispered breathlessly, arching her back as his probing hand pushed her dress up high enough to cup a breast snugly in its palm. They were still standing in the living room, leaning against the back of his contemporary Italian leather couch, fighting to retain shreds of sanity. Her cotton panties were almost drenched, she noted, with a mounting sense of embarrassment and throbbing waves of sexual excitement.
“Sesshoumaru?” Kagome’s voice was breathy. It was getting harder and harder to remain composed.
He did not reply her, but instead, release his hold on her to unbutton the first button on his shirt. His hand slid down her torso from her breast to escape the confines of her dress, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. He reached for the switch to the chandelier in the living room, and with a flip of his hand, flooded the room with dimmed, crystalline light. The sudden loss of his arms around her made Kagome look at Sesshoumaru dumbly, and he could see the confusion reflected in her beautiful dark brown eyes.
Did he see what she just saw in her mind? Did he see the demon lord, Lord Sesshoumaru, disrobing the Tayu and pulling her into a leaning position against him?
“Help me with this.”
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“Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru.”
The Tayu replied dutifully, plucking the shamisen to elicit the first few notes of the winter ode she had been practicing for months.
“What beautiful music you play, Tayu no Higurashi…” The demon lord said smoothly by her ear, caressing it with a breath of heated breath. His hand kneaded her breasts in turn.
“You flatter me, Lord Sesshoumaru.” Kagome gritted her teeth ever so subtly and strung a few more notes, filling the dining chamber with melody. She was usually comfortable with being naked without a hint of self-consciousness. But the tender way he was working on her body was opening up a new level of self-consciousness she never knew she possessed. “I am merely an amateur at the shamisen.”
“Practice makes perfect, lovely Tayu.” He replied, dipping his finger into the vat of rice wine placed by their side on the food tray. Pulling his index finger out of the vat, he drew lazy circles of wine on her flat abdomen before moving southwards to trail his finger along her womanly slit. It was still slightly sticky, revealing how she was still inadequately aroused.
That tiny bit of pleasure from Lord Sesshoumaru’s finger might have been sufficient to make some women’s toes curl, but to a highly sexually-experienced Tayu, it was only comfortable but not pleasurable.
But still, she knew her place.
She was a courtesan, a whore, whose purpose in life was to please a man. So dutifully, Kagome gasped as if she had felt the sensations, and deliberately squeezed her thighs together as if the pleasure was a little too much for her to bear.
“This is merely the beginning,” He whispered, trailing his finger up and down her moistening slit. Had he sensed that she was pretending? A finger toyed with her womanly folds, parting the petals as how one would appreciate a blooming peony. Kagome was beginning to feel the initial stirrings of pleasure rise within her.
“This Sesshoumaru believes practice will eventually bring us to the pinnacle of perfection…and he intends to play your mesmerizing body like the most exquisite instrument. You shall sing, Tayu no Higurashi, and sing only for this Sesshoumaru.”
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Kagome drew deep breaths of fresh oxygen to keep her shaking hands steady, while working furiously at the stubborn buttons on Sesshoumaru’s shirt. One by one they came undone, and the agonizing pace was filling Kagome’s head with ideas of tearing his shirt apart.
Finally, the last button left its confines. Sesshoumaru shrugged the shirt off before turning his attentions to Kagome, who was still standing on weakening knees in her blue crochet dress. Clothes had never felt more like burdens, and she found herself in dire need of being freed from them. The need was pressing to the extent of being suffocating, and all she wanted to do was feel the exquisite friction of skin against skin.
She did not know what to make of herself. Should she be more demure and reserved, or should she simply follow her heart? After all, somehow, they were not entirely alone in this. There were flashes, flashes of scenes which she instinctively recognized for what they were.
Sesshoumaru’s hands came back quickly to help her with undressing, and it was not long before her dress was draped over his couch. Her undergarments soon followed the dress in their passionate frenzy, and it was then when she realized he had become as naked as she was. The smell of sex was growing heavier and heavier in the fresh yuzu orange-scented interior of his living room as the mutual desire grew to unprecedented levels.
Melting into a heated embrace with their genitals coming into contact so subtly, Kagome closed her eyes and sighed in bliss. She laid a kiss on his nose, followed by his lips, before whispering against them, “Did you see what I see?”
Sesshoumaru did not have to ask what she was referring to. He knew very well, the magic of the crease in time had not faded entirely, and they were still seeing the visions of their entwined previous lives on the fateful night Lord Sesshoumaru slept with Tayu no Higurashi from the elite pleasure quarters of Yoshiwara.
Leaning his forehead against hers, Sesshoumaru whispered, “Yes, I did.”
And he did not know if he was answering as Sesshoumaru of year 2009, or Sesshoumaru of year 1639, but he added, “You’re still so beautiful, no matter what era.”
Was he replying the breathtakingly beautiful yet ill-fated Tayu in his visions, or was he replying the equally beautiful modern Kagome who had just become his girlfriend?
He held no answer to that, but all coherent thoughts flew out of his mind as the petite woman in front of him reached down between them to fondle the heavy sacs at the base of his penis.
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The Tayu bit her lower lip as the demon lord slid his finger into her vaginal passage all the way to the knuckle, rotating that single digit in an agonizingly relaxed pace. He alternated the pace, adding speed and reducing it whenever she was least expecting him to.
Her fingers stiffened with the rhythmic sexual pleasure she was feeling, and with one strong bout of sensation, she accidentally played a note too loudly on the shamisen. Her back arched against his chest, exposing more of her sensually pulsating artery to him. The rhythm of the life blood coursing through the vessel teased his demonic nature within. Another finger was added, and the Tayu gasped, cutting the music off abruptly.
Lord Sesshoumaru’s face remained impassive, but a glint of male pride could be detected from his golden eyes. After all, he had managed to bring pleasure to Tayu no Higurashi, who was reputed to be one of Yoshiwara’s most talented Tayu in the arts of eroticism.
He was about to add in another finger to see how well he could play the music instrument that was her, before he felt a slender hand wrap itself around his wrist, holding him firmly in an unspoken gesture of stopping him.
“How can I possibly have all the fun to myself, Lord Sesshoumaru?” Kagome asked softly, captivating the demon lord with those cherry blossom lips of hers as she turned her head to regard him.
“Allow me.” And those were the two words she left him with before leaving his embrace. Maneuvering her body such that she was sitting directly opposite him, Lord Sesshoumaru was treated to the tantalizing view of her nude form, expertly hidden by a subtle shift of the kimono and the closing of her legs.
The urge to lean forward and push her down right onto the tatami was great, but the demon lord denied himself. He had not even bothered with preparing a futon for her; that was how eager he wanted to experience her for himself. Having heard a lot of tales about this legendary castle-toppler, he once again silently reminded himself to remain patient so as to see how it was that she had earned herself such a reputation.
Kagome felt his eyes locked onto her form, and while part of her is slightly uncomfortable with the impending act she was about to perform, she felt as if she had to do so. She might as well admit it; she was dying to impress the handsome demon lord.
Regarding him silently with her expressive eyes and locking him in place with the natural upturn of her perfect lips, the Tayu reached out to the food tray for a boiled quail’s egg. Without breaking eye contact, she tapped the boiled egg rhythmically against the lacquered bowl, cracking the shell thoroughly.
Bringing the egg to her mouth while keeping her eyes locked with his the entire time, Kagome slowly de-shelled the egg with her teeth, spitting the cracked bits of shell into an unused bowl. When the egg was entirely de-shelled, she licked it lovingly, before leaning back, propping herself up on an arm. She spread her legs wide, revealing her womanly petals to the highly aroused demon lord in front of her.
She knew it was an immensely erotic display which many daimyos and samurais would willingly pay with their limbs for, but she only wanted to perform it for him.
A trail of saliva connected the quail’s egg and her lips, before breaking to leave a thin line on her chin. Moving it down her body, Kagome smiled seductively at the demon lord, while fervently hoping he would appreciate her private performance for him. She settled the quail’s egg snugly at the entrance of her vagina, before pushing it in slowly such that only the white base was visible.
She could clearly see the way his jaw had tightened. In fact, one of his fists was clenched.
“I do not recall seeing you, Lord Sesshoumaru, eating a lot earlier on.” She started, rubbing a finger around her engorged clit. “Perhaps you might be hungry for a snack?”
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To be continued…