Courtship of Lord Sesshomaru: Consumation

Their lips met once more in his bedroom, lost in a passionate fog, Fawks tore open the front of his shirt.

“…I’m sorry…” she blushed. Sessho-maru smirked, his kitten had claws. He shrugged out of the ruined shirt and Fawks bit back a moan. He had the body of a Greek God, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.

Sessho-maru was mildly surprised to feel her touch as she leaned in to kiss his chest. He gave pleased growl as her fangs scraped against his skin and her claws traced his back. She dropped to her knees before him, and he chuckled darkly. It seemed she wasn’t the timid little kitten he’d taken her for.

With bated breath she unzipped his pants, pulling them down, she gasped a little when his erection leapt up to meet her. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen one so huge, she whimpered, feeling her panties moisten even more. Sessho-maru sucked in a breath as her pretty pink tongue ran the length of his erection, stopping to swirl around the tip. She glanced up at him with hooded green eyes before devouring the entirety of his impressive length into her hot little mouth.

Sessho-maru growled harshly, his knees going weak as she sucked him deep into her throat. Early on in their relationship, she had confided in him that she lacked a gag reflex, he now knew that to be a delightful fact. She sucked him like a lollipop, letting her teeth scrape along his skin as she pulled back.

Sooner then he would have liked, she released him with a wet pop. Sessho-maru gave a fierce snarl, Fawks giggled, kissing the tip of his erection before pulling away entirely. Turning her back, she crawled onto his bed, she glanced back at him, shaking her hips suggestively. Sessho-maru did not disappoint, he was on her in seconds, tearing down her shorts and panties. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider so he could dip his tongue into her already dripping heat.

Fawks moaned softly, arms loosing strength with each stroke of his magnificent tongue, she sunk to the bed, hands fisting the sheets. Sessho-maru was more then pleased to find the little vixen tasted as good as she smelled. Though he had wanted to take his time and play with her properly, all her teasing had pushed him to the end of his rope once again. He took solace in the fact that she would be his until morning, though he was growing unsure if he could even let her go then.

Finishing his taste of her, he rose to his knees, positioning his now painfully hard erection against her entrance. “Do you see what you do to me, you little tease”

Fawks whimpered, bucking her hips.

“Tell me what you want, my little vixen” he growled, teasing her entrance with the head of his sizable erection.

“Sessh-kun…!” she gasped. “…please…fuck me hard…I want your…ochinchin…”

Her childish mannerisms coupled with her sultry voice pushed him over the edge. He grasped her hips, easing himself between her tight, wet folds. Fawks’ aroused moan turned to a whimper as she stretched to accommodate his girth. Sessho-maru gave a pleased growl, as her feminine sheath clenched around his manhood. It had been a while since he had a female this tight and perfect, it took all of restraint to hold himself back, waiting for her to adjust to his size.

He moved inside her, earning him a soft gasp, “…more…”

Sessho-maru smirked darkly, leaning over her, he proceeded to pound into her with everything he had. Fawks cried out, arching her back underneath him, pressing the soft cushion of her ass against his pistoning hips.

Fawks had never felt anything so intense, her ex-boyfriend was nothing compared to Sessho-maru, which was understandable since he was decidedly human. She had never actually been with a demon before, most were afraid to approach her because of her status and her intimidating ancestor.

But Sessho-maru didn’t care, he was fucking her like a beast and she was loving every minute of it. Perhaps this was what Iru-sama was talking about when he said she craved the love of an alpha male. Though she was now sure he meant ‘love’ in the physical sense.

“…AH! Ah…! Sessh-kun…don’t…stop…”

The room echoed with her emphatic cries coupled with his satisfied grunts and the sound of their flesh, joining over and over.

“…I never would have thought…you liked it rough…” he sighed, using a claw to slice apart her tank top, revealing the tattoo on her back. It was the artful rendering of a phoenix, wings spread, surrounded by flames.

“Do…you like…my tattoo…?” she sighed, glancing back at him. Sessho-maru ran his tongue over her sweat soaked back and she moaned, her sheath growing even tighter around him. Reaching under her, he roughly cupped her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples.

“…Sessh-kun…gonna…come…”

“…go ahead…but I am far from done…” he growled, nipping her ear. “I doubt you shall be able to walk straight for several days…”

His words sent her spiraling into an orgasm, she screamed his name in ecstasy. Sessho-maru felt her tighten around him to the point of near pain. Out of all his conquests, she, by far, was the sweetest.

Fawks lost track of how many times she climaxed before Sessho-maru stiffened above her with an inhuman snarl. The feeling of his seed splashing against her insides was enough to send her into yet another orgasm.

“…Sessh-kun…!” She cried, her body going numb with pleasure. He pulled out of her with a groan. Fawks glanced at him as he fell to his back on the bed.

“…That was…wow…” she breathed. Sessho-maru smirked at her, “…You should rest now. I intend on having you again when your strength has returned”

Fawks purred, curling against his chest, his hand smoothed down her back as she fell into sweet unconsciousness.