Behind Closed Doors by Stella Mira
Crimson Stained Furs
The second part of what happened between chapters 47~48 told from Sesshoumaru's perspective! Enjoy, Katt ;)
Sesshoumaru could hear in great clarity the frantic pacing of the woman inside his bath chambers. Her ire and displeasure at the act they had been forced to perform was quite understandable. If he wished to be honest with himself, he was not inclined to engage in such intimate activities within her close proximity either. The thought that she would be aware of his actions, also, served to further his frustration and rightful anger towards the damned elders of his clan. It had to be done, though…
His chaotic thoughts raced towards his most recent sexual encounter with his mistress. It had been quick and to the point as always. The purpose of his scarce visits upon Chiaki only served to alleviate his aching discomfort more than actually gain pleasure after all. The woman did not seem to mind though; in fact, if her wanton cries and loud urgings for him to thrust deeper and harder within her wet heat were any indication, she very much enjoyed their coupling sessions…unlike him.
Releasing a long suffered sigh as he shook his head to clear such unwanted musings, he proceeded to diverge himself of his elaborate armor and clothing swiftly. After he was done, he lay back on the lavish furs spread on the large bed languidly, basking in their soft caress against his naked skin as he erased all other distracting sounds save for the miko’s breathless gasps and needful moans. It had been a while since he had last heard feminine cries of passion or caught the heady scent of a female’s arousal. Mostly, because he usually found the sounds and scents offensive to his sensitive nose, so females were always careful to conceal them around him. Yet, for some strange reason, he was not averse to this woman’s hoarse moans and velvety scent.
His world became dark as he lowered painted eyelids slowly allowing baser instincts to take hold of reason and primal desires to awaken. Hard stomach muscles clenched tightly as clawed fingernails ghosted over his pale skin lower in search of his semi aroused flesh. He was faintly surprised to discover he was partly erect when he wrapped a calloused hand around the base of his cock in a firm hold. Bending a leg over the lustrous fur, he slid his hand up and down his heated flesh, hissing in pleasure when he found his usual rhythm. Head tilted back, the cords of his neck strained as a fine sheen of sweat covered his naked skin while he rocked himself against the damp fur more vigorously. His breath became labored and fangs peeked over his lower lip, biting viciously into tender skin, scarlet marring alabaster in sensual thin rivulets gliding under his chin seductively.
A rapturous cry echoed vaguely from the bath chamber’s direction, causing his grip to tighten slightly as he applied more pressure to the head of his cock between his forefinger and thumb, warm liquid coating his long fingers. He buried a clawed hand deeply into the silver stained fur to keep a firm grasp on reality as an ecstatic rush coursed through his lean frame, a low growl escaping his lips. In mere seconds, it transformed into a bestial rumble as his balls tightened painfully, his release begging to be spilled all over heaving abdomen muscles. A wanton, husky moan signifying the miko’s imminent orgasm triggered his own as well. Warm, sticky liquid spurted forth to be splattered all over his slick pale flesh as his eyes shot open abruptly, liquid golden fire burning strongly within their darkened vermillion depths.
He lay unmoving, breathing heavily all over the crimson stained fur, struggling to regain a semblance of control as the shade slowly bled out of his glazed gaze. He would restrain his carnal urges lest he made a fool of himself in front of a ningen onna no less in later acts they had to participate together. His nostrils flared slightly as he caught proof of the enticing, sultry scent of her arousal and he mastered all of his mental reserves to still a damned part of his anatomy that almost rose to attention again. He needed to distract his lust filled mind from succumbing to the calls of the flesh yet again and there was only one way to do it.
“When you have achieved fulfillment, you may enter the bedroom. This one has completed his part, miko,” Sesshoumaru informed the woman in the next chamber in a low, throaty rumble laced with remnants of his previous earth shattering orgasm. He could clearly hear her sharp intake as the heady scent of her heat intensified at his seemingly blunt comment.
“I…I will be o-out in a…f-few minutes,” Kagome replied in a deep moan tinted in burning need, her breath hitching momentarily, giving Sesshoumaru a potent image of what exactly must have happened at that instance. His claws twitched in dark anticipation as his fangs elongated once more and he couldn’t help but tease the woman in a most uncharacteristic manner that betrayed his usual stoic façade.
“I was aware of the state you were in, miko. An exceptional sense of smell is not the only trait possessed by inuyoukai. Sensitive hearing is another advantage we have amongst others,” he explained in a lusty growl, relishing in the loud cry his ambiguous words elicited from the panting miko. She was an irritating female; of that there was no doubt, yet he found himself craving to hear more of her wanton whispers strangely. Not that he would ever admit that aloud to her or anyone else for that matter though. It was a temporary lapse in his perfect judgment; one he was determined to rectify effective immediately.
Expect more chapters here whenever there are sexual hints in the drabble!