Teacher Demon by Xela

Lust exchange

Pure smut. Edited. Sorry for its original bad quality, I had a flow going so I just rode it to the end.

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Her hands tingled at the feel of familiar metal in that briefest moment of anticipation before the door was pushed open. Eyes lowered, skin tight, lips clenched, books and backpack crushed to her body, she brought her trembling body into his presence. It took just the thought of his gaze to bring Goosebumps to her skin. 'God I wish I could just walk into this room without feeling like a foolish crushing teenager.' Her eyes were blue and clear behind thick, dark, black lashes and bangs.

As always her inner priestess found it necessary to flare a burning tingling warning up Kagome's spine. There was a demon, a powerful demon in her proximity. She inhaled deeply at the feel of being noticed by said demon. She knew too well that his acute eyes could see her pulse, the breath off of her lips, the fine light hairs on her neck standing on end. She was physically open to him constantly and there was nothing she could do about it. She had never been trained in the ways of the mighty priestess of the past. The only comfort she had was that he couldn't try any confrontation while others were in the room. For the pair of them, the demon and the priestess, they didn't really exist. Centuries ago their kind had sunk into the background. Ah the sweet safety of invisibility.

The burn on her skin intensified, was he watching her? She wanted so badly to look and see. Maybe she was just being too fearful -and hopeful- but that warmth under her skin felt too intense, too real like his eyes were following her like the lounging cat stares at a bird landing in the window. But she was too much of a coward. She didn't want to risk gazing straight into the brightness of his gaze. The thought of being found out, of her eyes being unfolded neatly, like blue soft books, to his prying, was terrifying. So she settled herself safely at her desk, whispering thankful prayers for the other students around her as her chest fell heavily at each of her heart's quivers and pulses and lung's inhales and exhales. She was shaking in a way she knew only he could see.

Sesshoumaru. He had been her teacher for about 6 months now and she hadn't lessened her reaction to his serene elegant presence. He stood taller than most with oddly broad shoulders, his whole frame trimmed in muscles that seemed to always linger in patient apprehension of its masters threats and desires-tensing and releasing in spurts of power that she could feel from her seat. Then there was his hair, his hair made him stand out even more than his build, the shine of silver drew your eyes in softly only to clash them against his cold gold irises. That cold gold which would capture your attention and pin you helplessly to the wall so he could silently dissect your innermost workings.

She knew he was aware of her, well of her powers at least. Their energies clashed regularly. Her miko powers flared and pulsed whenever his youkai energy grew too strong or close in her surroundings. If he ever stepped near her while lecturing her miko energy would wash over him threateningly. They would share a silent glance, or more he would wordlessly demand a response for why she dared react to his demon with such a foolish energy attack. He was curious if she was stupid enough to challenge him. Did she think he was as weak as her pathetic priestess body? His demon dog would always roar at this threat and flexed his powerful aura to strike hers. The whole exchange took seconds really, but it felt like an eternity of him pushing up against her, an eternity of his power rubbing her skin and leaving her feeling raw after the brush after brush of his demon power. The whole exchange would leave her drained, exhilarated and, tingling with arousal. His demand for submission and that somehow distant familiar growl of refusal that echoed from inside her was utterly pleasurable. She shut her eyes against the memories and tried to focus on anything other than her undeniable arousal caused by her teacher.

Across the room Sesshoumaru clicked his claws against the mahogany wood desk impatiently. This class period-his last- always felt like the longest hour of his day and today he hardly had the temper to handle its frustrations. Every little arrogant prick human seemed to have chosen today to act like an extra piece of arrogant spoiled asshole. Those impudent fools, constantly berating him with their redundant unnecessary questions for the sake of their "humor." Talking for the sheer sake of annoyance with their friends. Mocking him whenever it suited their fancy. The pleasure of killing their impudent uneducated mortal bodies would be the greatest imaginable.

His demon roared at the vivid red thoughts of gore and death and sent a pulse of power outward as it tried to rise to the surface of Sesshoumaru's consciousness. The teacher shut his eyes just as the tardy-warning bell rang in the hallways, putting pressures on the fiery lids to ease down the swirls of red in his eyes. He had only a short time to control himself. His real problem about this class wasn't obnoxious students, no this was something much more serious. A young miko was in his ranks, front and center. She made her presence quite known; either she would send waves of untamed purity to wash over him or choke up his nose in that fresh tingling virgin smell, leaving him absolutely dieing to desecrate her. He couldn't have that happen. Student teacher relationships were highly frowned upon.

He growled loudly and the class silenced. That damned priestess, as always, just as retained his clarity and control she had sent a pulse of miko energy. A cool sensual wave of rebellion that washed over his hands, arms, legs, shoulders, chest, and hips. Blood was flowing to all the wrong places.

Kagome breathed in tightly as she felt displeasure flow from her teacher at her slip of power. 'Why!? Why do I have to have this miko power!? This is going to get me into so much trouble.' She silently panicked. Her teacher shifted in his seat and for a moment looked extremely out of character in bestially rough movements. But soon after he shook his head and the former aura that surrounded Sesshoumaru returned. The silent class stared in apprehension as their teacher inhaled deeply and stood from his desk.

Then the lecture began.

The teacher prowled around the room and yelled about history, pounding every syllable and passion from the past into their brains. His anger was apparent within the display. But he stayed a good 7ft from Kagome at all times, something she was utterly thankful for. 'If I can just stay away from him I will be fine,' Something about his anger and movements made her terrified, there seemed to be a building tension in the room she couldn't quite put her finger on. She shook her head and focused on scribbling notes enthusiastically. But just as she was sure today would flow flawlessly t her pencil snapped. She paused for a moment and stared at what she had done as hair rose in the small of her back. 'My only pencil.'

So she was forced to stand; bringing her small frame from the safety and coverage of her seat to the center of his gaze. His speech seemed to pause momentarily as he raked over her young form, long legs covered in that tantalizing, school uniform style mini-skirt -pleated and green plaid- the matching white button down shirt hugging her waist and flaring around her bust. She had a body too old for her age and that was revealed only in her hair and her eyes. Her long black hair curled upwards at the ends like she was still nothing but a little one. Her eyes were a bit bigger than normal and quite successfully captured that deer look that most kids had when they first set out into the world. The thought of this thing..........this tiny slip of a girl questioning his demonic dominance sent chills down his spine. He clenched his fist and tried to focus on the words that flowed robotically from his mouth but she always was the one to taunt him. God she was sent here just to tease.

She was shaking visibly as she tried to force her writing utensil into the sharpener on his desk. In that one fatal moment she doomed them both, she dropped her pencil. A simple mistake really. But then she proceeded to bend over to pick it up, an act he, the mighty Sesshoumaru feared the moment he saw her begin to move.

Her skirt moved slowly drawing the eye to its leisurely movements, gradually revealing her thin thighs and then, at their peak of height flaunting the very edges of pink girly panties. Lacy, cute, dainty, he bet they looked ridiculously attractive on her petite hips. But the thought of what that flimsy pink cloth looked like when fully revealed wasn't what did him in. It was that moment.... when she was in perfect position for him to take her from behind, when she was bent over and revealing herself that she just had to turn her head and cast a quick shy glance over her shoulder at the class....and him. Teasing him with those bright blue childish eyes.

Unfortunately her actions weren't only felt by him and his seemingly tightening pants, from behind him his acute nose picked up the growing arousal of select males under his tutelage. Those slimy young bustard boys wanting to have a go with his young student, to be her first, to be the once to be inside of her instead of him was utterly disgusting.

He snarled and sent a scorching glare over the rest of the kids in the class, "Get Out, This Lesson Is Over." He coldly dismissed the class early.

Kagome jumped at his voice, something was definitely wrong, hurried to gather her things. Being so far away from her desk when he announced their dismissal however put her in a position she had hoped never to be in. Alone with him. The thought made her tremble slightly.

He watched her fearfully bumble with her books, silently praying for her to get out in time. But he knew she wouldn't. The last student left the door and Sesshoumaru slammed it shut, sliding in his key and twisting the lock decidedly.

'Was that the door?' She looked up to see she was closed in her classroom. That was odd. Maybe the professor was just too cross with her to leave the door open as usual. Yes that must be it. But when Kagome looked up.... her professor was no where to be seen.

She rose from her stooping position and glanced around.

'I know I heard the door close, did he lock me in?'

Just then she heard the heavy breathing of someone inhaling her smell. She jumped and screamed, running away from her desk and towards the door, leaving her books behind her.

There he was. But it wasn't him. He was more built, his hair was longer, thicker and bushier. More Wild. His eyes were blood red. His button down shirt looked painfully tight against his barreled chest. His mouth was drawn into a small smile that showed bright fangs she didn't know he had.

"Professor? Are you okay?" She squeaked as she tried the locked door only to realize it needed his key to open.

"Your not getting out." He then tore open his shirt off in response. Freeing his muscles and arms from the now too tight shirt. She whimpered softly. Wide eyed in curiosity and surprise at his naked torso. It was every bit as toned and carved as she had imagined. She froze, leaning against the door and retrying it desperately as he began ripping his shirt into strips. "What are you doing? Open the door."

He smiled and pounced upon her in a strong heavy blow, his body seeming to strike into hers as she became totally overcome by him. She found herself pinned against the door as strips of white, button-down, professor, shirt bound her hands and were forced into her mouth. She kicked and hissed but he was too strong and fast. Demonically fast. It was like fighting a hard, smooth whirlwind.

She found her hands tied above her head as with a single arm he held her in suspension.

Her eyes glazed with tears of fear. Reflexively she sent a flow of miko energy ripping over him. He roared and threw his head back in pleasure.

"Do you have any idea how arousing that is?" He snarled in a deep raspy voice as he pulled her closer to his body. It had been a while since he had bedded a priestess, centuries in fact. Her domination would be enjoyable. He pushed his fangs into her neck and taunted her weakness, biting down her neck and across her collar bone. The traces of demon poison in his teeth burnt her softly and sent her miko energies mad, causing shivers down her body. She was trembling at his touch as the smell of her arousal grew steadily. He breathed in deeply, she even smelled like the mikos of his past life. He slid a hand under her skirt and cupped her panties roughly, and moving his arm so that she was trapped in this position, the position he demanded. She moved and clenched her fists but couldn't do anything but rub against the hand that teased her. He waited patiently until she froze and met his gaze. Those pale blue child eyes, darkened with lust and anger. He smirked and ran his fingers from her entrance to the sensitive nub at the top, maintaining a heavy pressure. Kagome arched slightly but quickly caught herself. He smirked and rubbed against her again, this time sinking into her entrance slightly and clicking a cold hard claw against her nub. She arched completely and whimpered.

Taking his chance at her slightest compliance he pushed past her panties and inside of her. She screamed and bucked against the hand that was pumping her. He watched her slowly near climax as he kept flicking against her sensitive center, flitting in and out of her, the signs were easy to see, sweat slowly grew on her face and her breathe grew more ragged. Her hips began to buck harder as she came closer to release.

Without ceremony he flung her onto his desk from afar. She screamed in a muffled voice as she fell painfully away from the heat of his body onto his folder of lesson plans. Scrambling to get free she barely even set foot on the ground before he lifted her with one arm and swiped his desk clean with the other. He then laid her out like a fresh piece of paper on the middle of the dark wood fixture.

Her arousal hit him full force as he opened her clenched legs. She screamed behind her gag and thrashed away, hitting him in the face with her bound hands. He put his claws to her neck violently and she quieted instantly at the cool metallic scrape against her skin. She lied back down slowly and hesitantly... opened her legs, letting her skirt fall away from its protecting position at her hips. He bared his fangs in pleasure and grabbed a metal ruler from his desk. In a second it was stabbed skillfully through her bonds about her hands, narrowly missing her delicate skin, and deep into the beautiful wood under her. She struggled and thrashed against it but the embedded metal held true.

Refocusing his attentions he ripped her shirt open. God he had fantasized about the sound of those buttons hitting his desk for months. He looked at her bra in disdain before descending to attack the huge swells of breast in front of him. Licking around the edges of her exposed nipple he caused her to arch her chest into him. He bit down softly through her cloth coverings onto her. Kagome cried out softly at the cold teeth scraping her sensitive skin.

He slit the sides of her bra with quick needy movements as he revealed her to him. Her breasts were fantastic. He licked around the full circles of her nipples as she whimpered her need, she needed for him to just take them into his mouth. Her arousal was overwhelming. He complied as he felt her tense muscles in her arched back begin to cramp. Sucking her deep into his mouth to give her those deep stinging sensations of pleasure that she wanted so badly. He kept going eagerly as she arched and collapsed and arched again, loving the taste of her feminine curves at the mercy of his tongue and lips; while she was between loving having her breasts sucked and hating her own compliance. Finally as her nipples began to turn bright red and her whimpers intensified he relented and moved south.

He reopened her legs and inhaled deeply, bending down to get a good full look at those pretty pink panties she unknowingly teased him with. She was soaking wet already. His member hardened at the smell of her being so strong, and the view of what he would soon be inside. Her thighs pushed hard against the hands that were keeping them apart. The pale skin framing a pink wet cloth V was utterly enticing. He bent down and licked the wet cloth. She groaned and writhed. Trying to resist him and her body and pull away from him. Foolish girl.

The taste of cotton and her skin was a delicious tease. He wanted more. He licked harder in the same spot. Pushing inward until he had entered her with his tongue. Loving her reactions, loving her reactions to her reactions. She would understand what her place was. He tired of the thin cloth, thoroughly wettened from his own tongue and barely tasting of her anymore. He ripped the cloth off of her, plunging his tongue inside of her fully, pumping in and out a few times as she thrust her hips up into him screaming into her gag. Pleased at her helpless arousal he came out and began running his eager tongue up and down the wet slippery sides of her. She came quickly. She panted and cried out softly as he continued until he had covered his face and mouth with her taste.

He then jumped ontop of the desk, kneeling over her. Slowly he moved into a position of sexual dominance, his position. His hips between her legs and his arousal rubbing against her. Letting her feel the head of what would soon be inside of her against her entrance. She hissed and rubbed back, needing to feel it. Ashamed of her need.

He snarled and straightened himself. Slowly he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and pulled them off, now he was naked before her open legs. She still lay panting against the desk. He grinned and rose above her. Staring at her eyes and face, pausing momentarily and letting her feel his power over her before pushing himself into her with a heavy thrust. She whimpered at the feeling of pain and pleasure as he broke inside her entirely.

He paused and reveled at the feel of her encasing him, waiting for her to join him. After a few moments he watched her eyes reglaze in arousal. The only sign she gave off because she remained stiff as a board. He then began to bury himself inside of her. In and out. Over and over again. Rubbing against her sensitive sides and hitting what she needed him to. She was lost then. Moaning and silently begging. She opened wider hoping to get what she was feeling to come faster. She came again shortly. He felt her quiver under him in climax before he pulled out and cut her free of her binds.

Quickly bending her over his desk and entering her again. She hissed at the feeling of wood under her and her utter helplessness while he had his way with her from behind. While he could only growl at his utter conquer of her body and his nearing climax.

As he finally slaked his beasts lust he closed his eyes in pleasure and came.