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"Where are you going dear?" Kagome's mother peered around the corner into the hallway from the kitchen, a spatula in one hand.
"Going to take a bath mom, let me know when dinner is ready alright?"
Her mother gave her a warm smile. "Of course honey."
Kagome Higurashi, time traveler, foe of Naraku, and vanquisher of the Shikon No Tama, was taking a brief sabbatical from her schoolwork. The priestess of the past and student of the future had been working hard lately, almost too hard, in order to make up months of missed classes and a flailing grade point average. So far she was doing rather well, even her guidance counselor had remarked upon it today. Kagome was so lighthearted and optimistic that she felt a little reward was in order.
"Yeah, a nice hot bath with some soothing music perhaps, and a good movie to watch." Her eyes lit up with barely suppressed glee. "I can hardly wait!"
Her friend Eri had allowed her to borrow a DVD. It was a bootleg version of a pretty popular movie. Winner of several independent film awards and recipient of unending positive reviews. Eri's tastes usually ran to horror and sci-fi nonsense, it was surprising to hear her animated school buddy praise anything in the action/romance category. The girl had raved about it so much that Kagome couldn't help but be intrigued. She always loved a good movie, and to hear her friend prattle on about it this one seemed right up there with the best of them.
Kagome had a naughty thought and grabbed her portable DVD player. Souta absolutely hated it when she did this, but heck he'd get over it. She giggled into her hand as she made her way to the shared bathroom.
"I'm claiming this bathroom in the name of rest and relaxation!" she proclaimed to the empty tiled room, then she quickly locked the door behind her.
Her little brother would scream bloody murder about her commandeering the bathroom...again, but he wasn't due from baseball practice for a long while. Besides he could use grandpa's bathroom. Sure she could sympathize, their grandfather did use some indescribable and horrid smelling sacred bath soap. "Formed from the mightiest of soap demons!" he'd loudly announced one day, but oh well.
Kagome grabbed scented oils, bubble bath powder, and a few candles she had stocked away. Oh yeah, this was going to be great. The bath water was nice and hot just how she liked it and the effervescent bubbles were bursting with the scent of flowers in bloom. She turned off the harsh florescent lights of the bathroom and only the warm glow of the candles flickered off the white and cream ceramic walls. Before entering the tub she placed the portable DVD player on a low table in the corner, far enough away from the tub so she could use the mini remote but not be in danger of electrocuting herself.
"Ahhh...Mmmm. Heavenly," she murmured as the scrubbing bubbles luxuriated her bare skin.
She poured a handful of scented water over her bare breasts, her shoulders, then laid back gently before reaching for the remote. The movie began as most films do, the opening credits rolled by lazily against a darkened background as a lonely sonata played. The soundtrack so far was classical in nature and Kagome smiled at the sound of the string instruments as they wove their melody.
Unfortunately that seemed to be the best thing about this movie. The main character, a middle-aged woman in dire straights who was fighting to save her family, was rather dull. The actress was good, one of those women in Hollywood who's star was on the rise, but the story itself was, well, boring. The guy she was involved with was romantic and all, a typical leading actor cookie-cutter physique, but his portrayal as her love interest was wooden at best.
"Oh well, at least the music is good. I'll ask Eri for a copy of it."
Kagome closed her eyes and listened to the characters give their lines as that wonderful music played at the exact moments between and during scenes. No need to watch anymore, the film was a dud, so much for all those gushing reviews.
"I don't believe that is acceptable," replied one of the various characters on screen. Kagome's face scrunched up and the actor continued, "No, I think I require something more from you."
"I know this voice. I don't think it's Brad Pitt. Maybe it's that other guy from Ocean's Eleven, Clooney? Nah, voice is deep but a little different." She continued to keep her eyes closed, playing a little guessing game in her head as the voices emanating from the portable player droned on.
"Perhaps I should kill them? Yes, maybe they should die."
Brown eyes popped open as if they were on springs. Kagome shot upright within the tub and the bubbly water splattered against her, some wayward droplets hitting her shocked face and a few foamy bubbles landing in her open mouth. The last word sounded like a bell, the ringing tones echoing around her memory. "Die" reverberated in her eardrums as if the DVD was stuck on repeat. Poison claws glowing green, magenta stripes on porcelain skin, and fierce but cold golden-amber eyes stared back at her with mild amusement in her mind's eye...and on that tiny portable screen.
It was him, there was no denying it. The daiyoukai, Lord of the Western Lands, and half-brother to Inuyasha was in this movie. Not only was he in it, but he was one of the main characters. Moving around the confines of the set as if he owned it. Sesshoumaru, nor the make-up artists, had even bothered to mask his long silver-white hair or citrine eyes. The hair was now no longer than shoulder-length and the markings were gone, but all the rest of him remained exactly the same. Tall, lean, with strikingly handsome features that shaved a fine line at times between the masculine and feminine. She could even see hints of filed manicured claws on his tapered fingers as the style of his hair, pulled back into a low silky ponytail, covered the tips of his ears.
He was currently woo'ing the main female character. Giving her the choice of giving up her body to save her family or keeping her honor and sending them to die an unjust death.
"Leave it to him to play the antagonist," Kagome thought sourly as a frown edged over her lips.
Not that she couldn't see the demon lord in the hero role. During the final battle with Naraku he had saved her. Stood between her and certain death as lesser demons summoned by Naraku and the tainted jewel came for her blood. He entered the fray in typical haughty demon lord fashion and acted as her shield, like a knight in white silk and polished armor. To this day she had no idea why he did not leave her to die. Her eyes never left him as they followed his movements around the protagonist, exuding the same powerful presence as he brought with him in battle.
The scene and the demon before her continued to flicker across the screen and Kagome admitted that he made quite the leading man, fueling dirty musings of bored housewives everywhere.
"And quite a few schoolgirls," her mind added wryly. "Huh, he's actually pretty good," she whispered as her frown turned into a confused pout.
In fairness, he was very good, the best actor so far and he was clearly carrying the scene. Kagome barely noticed the main character as the demon lord moved with fluid grace, standing beside her as he continued to taunt. The priestess shivered in the bath, causing the water to ripple and a few bubbles to pop at the sound of his voice. She'd never seen him like this and she lay riveted in the tub as the scented water swirled around her.
"Will you give yourself to me?"
His voice had taken on that husky low quality that Kagome only heard when he was about to attack. She shuddered again at the scenario in which the tone was used before her.
A large but strong pale-skinned hand skimmed against the right arm of the woman on film and Kagome subconsciously ran her loofah over the same arm. Suddenly a knife appeared in his hand and the priestess in the tub let out a gasp. He cut along the strings of the woman's bodice, slicing up her front with a practiced precision that made Kagome place a hand to her lips. The demon lord hastily pulled off the ruined garment from behind with little warning and the lightly panting mouth before the priestess's hand bit down slightly on scented damp fingers.
The woman's front was bare to the voyeuristic eyes of the camera and her breath became labored, as did the viewer's in the bubble-filled tub.
"Better," he breathed and the sharp point of the knife glided down lightly between the valley of her breasts leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake.
Kagome ran the loofah over the same place on her body and leaned back to let it inch down her stomach as well. The textured sponge stopped at her belly button as she watched him glide a rather longish tongue up between the woman's breasts. Sesshoumaru made a moaning sound that turned into a deep low growl as he licked seeping red blood from the cut. The camera was up close now and Kagome's breath caught for an instant as he slid the blood dipped appendage over an already pert nipple, smearing blood like a red brand across pale breasts. Kagome's own bits of flesh were growing firm in the dank air of the bathroom. An idle hand rubbed soapy wetness over her own raised tits as the loofah continued to move in gentle strokes between them and down. The priestess was growing warm even though the water within the tub was cooling.
"Do you like what you see?" said the demon lord as his face lingered in half-shadowed profile. His voice teemed over with pure vice before he sucked hard on the flesh beneath the curve of a breast.
Kagome let out another hard breath that skirted the line between a moan and a gasp, the loofah found its way to an inner thigh of a slightly bent leg.
The protagonist did moan and Sesshoumaru laughed at her reaction, but the camera almost made it seem as if he were laughing at the audience. The sound of the demon lord's mirth circled around Kagome's ears and she felt something deep inside her pulse. The only time she'd heard him give that wicked chuckle was when someone was about to meet a rather gruesome end. In natural response, a tiny bit of fear crept up her spine as a throb of excitement clenched points lower on her body.
The actress's hands ran through glimmering silver tresses as he peeled down her skirt, releasing it from the confines of the barrette that held the strands back. The loofah in the bathtub floated in the calm water between Kagome's legs as a small hand played with coarse hairs around a burning center. Sesshoumaru was undressing now, a languid strip tease as he knelt between the naked legs of the woman before him.
Kagome saw firm hard muscle covering an expanse of clear pale skin fill the small LCD screen. Magenta stripes graced sinewy flesh, marking his back like tribal tattoos. The priestess had never seen the demon lord's upper body so bare and the hand on her center slipped across a bundle of hyper-sensitive nerves. She watched each muscle of his back glide in an erotic dance as skilled fingers rose and fell, up and down the inner thighs of his co-star. Kagome could almost feel those fingers on her own body, tickling over her thighs, as the frothy liquid of the tub stroked her in a listless underwater current. The action of her hand grew more demanding and the gently splashing water swept across the tips of her breasts. At the same time she saw him lift those big hands up to cup a mirrored pair of breasts on screen, and Kagome bit her tongue to stifle a moan.
"Oh wow," she whispered and felt her eyes drift closed.
They didn't remain shut for long after hearing the main character give a mewling cry. Sesshoumaru had his long dexterous tongue buried within her. The angle of the camera mixed with the almost film noir cinematography giving the blatantly sexual display a vibrancy that was almost too much to watch. The demon lord licked and sucked and thrust that long lovely pinkish tongue so far within that it caused Kagome to squeeze her legs tight, delighting in the rubbing friction as tingly sparks of pleasure raced from her wet sex up to her temples.
"MMmmmmrghh!" The moan fought hard to escape air-tight lips as Kagome's hips jerked upward uncontrollably.
Her other hand, previously limp on her breast, applied pressure to a still-taut nipple, the flick of a blunt nail causing her hips to jerk again. The demon lord spoke and the sound flew like a spear right through Kagome's libido forcing it up to greater heights.
"You like that." His soft spoken statement brimming with unmet need. "Clearly not so defiant are we?" he added chidingly between a moan and dark burst of laughter.
Kagome let out another muffled groan and a soapy finger eased inside a moist hot cavern beneath the water. "Ohh, I-I-"
THUMP! THUMP!
"Waaah!!" Kagome jumped so high that the water sloshed over the side like a tidal wave. The loofah bobbing on the water like an endangered ocean liner.
"Come on Kagome! Again!? Other people need to use this bathroom!" Souta's angry voice shouted. Damn his sister and her bathing! Not only had baseball practice sucked, but he was covered in grimy sweat. It felt like he had dirt in every orifice.
A floundering hand fumbled for the pause button, cutting off the demon lord mid-moan. "Get lost Souta! I'll be out in a few minutes!"
Her understandably disgruntled brother gave another angry thump on the door before walking away, grumbling about older sisters and women in general.
A quivering hand wiped a slick brow and she felt a few bath bubbles burst against her skin. Kagome wavered for a moment, unsure whether she should allow this to continue. It only took a vivid memory of that tongue in motion and the demon lord's torrid words to make her react, hitting the play button of the remote warily but firmly.
Sesshoumaru seemed quite finished with the appetizer, making a show of licking his top lip with another deep moan. He rose up placing a kiss on the healing wound between the woman's blushing tits and Kagome could plainly see he was excited. The demon stood thick and long, straining against the cloth of his pants. Kagome licked her own top lip, she'd give anything to see those tight pants slip over the hardness of him. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his back and upper body making the magenta markings stand out even more upon the skin they adorned.
Kagome's hand never left her core even after the interruption, her short but eager fingers beginning the slow torture on her clit once again. Had he always been this amazing? Or was it simply movie magic? He moved like a dream made real before her eyes and she felt her eyelids flutter as her release crawled nearer. The woman before him was either doing an incredible bit of acting or she was just as high-strung as Kagome at the moment.
A brief instant of jealousy shimmered against the priestess's body. Those long fingered hands should be gracing her skin, feeling her want with sharpened ivory tipped claws.
"Oh God," she murmured.
The woman shouted, a feeble sound as he threw her against the wall. Kagome saw a picture frame knock against the surface and knew the act did indeed have force to it.
Sesshoumaru leaned a hand on the wall beside the woman's head and said, "Show yourself to me."
The main character complied, attempting to look shy but her labored breaths betrayed her. Fingers opened the petals of her sex like lifting a curtain away from a display case, and Kagome found herself mimicking the action. The angle of the camera changed yet again giving a nice full body view of both as he ground against her, a close up shot of the demon lord's face was made as he licked up her shoulder to her neck while forcing her legs around him.
The priestess heard the metallic sound of a zipper before the demon lord said, "Give yourself to me and I'll allow you and your family to live. Scream out my name and I will offer you anything."
The scene only showed his lips, so very masculine and full, whisper into an ear. Kagome could almost feel the puffs of air in her own ear after each word.
Small hands dove underwater as the rise and fall of an overheated chest made wet slapping sounds against the tiny waves in the tub. One hand rubbed and pulled at her nub as two fingers from her other hand stroked in and out of her sex. The motions forcing the water to move in and out with the suction of each stroke. Her head fell against the cool rounded edge of the tub but her eyes never left the screen.
Sesshoumaru was plowing into the woman as he held her against the wall. All you could see was his body move in steady but increasingly rapid movements as his face contorted in absolute ecstasy. She saw him bite his own lip and could have sworn she saw a sharpened fang peep out at her. Kagome was being tossed around like a buoy in the bubble bath-filled tub as a torrent of moans spilled out of her mouth and the hands on her blistering hot core became frantic.
Sweat ran down the demon lord's face and he licked a drop from the woman's blushing cheek. The lust-mad priestess saw the same picture frame and the small table beneath it rock and slam against the wall, and the woman on film cried out from the pain or the pleasure, Kagome was unsure which. Sesshoumaru grunted then pounded into her once so hard that the picture actually fell and a close up shot of the framed glass breaking in slow motion was made.
Another jump cut placed the camera back onto the demon lord as he nipped hard on the woman's neck before soothing over the small cut with the flat of his tongue. He never stopped fucking her against the trembling wall for an instant. The banging sound of bodies in rapture mixed with the beating of abused furniture against the wall.
"Will you scream for me?" he moaned.
His voice was almost all animal. Feral, demanding, and so sensual. She felt her hand turn into his cock, felt the hard surface of the tub become that wall, the waves in the mid-size bath becoming the glistening wet skin of his chest brushing against her tits. She could feel him in the tub with her, smashing against her, wet silver tendrils of hair floating around them. Kagome glimpsed the screen just in time to see him plow the woman hard enough to make her shout out louder and the priestess saw herself on that wall in the same instant, screaming out her climax, and she could no longer hold back.
"Yes!! Oh Yes!!! Sesshoumaru!" Kagome yelled in her orgasm-induced state.
At the same time he gave a loud moan and the woman on screen followed. Kagome didn't hear her, her ears had tuned themselves to the demon lord's voice alone. The priestess's imagination kicked into high gear and the sound of him reaching his orgasm immediately after hers prolonged the sensation.
"Ohhh!!!"
Water streamed over the side of the tub on to the cream-colored tile and bath towel on the floor. The loofah landed on the ground as well in a wet splat, the little sponge seemingly thankful to escape the libidinous display occurring in the tub. Kagome's knees wobbled in the now tepid water as she came down, her body's continued spurts of elation throwing more water over the side. She was surrounded by moisture, but still needed to swallow several times to soothe her dry throat. The demon lord on screen looked completely sated and Kagome saw him smirk, his sadistic grin and glowing amber eyes aimed right at the audience, right at her. Then she heard the doorknob jiggle.
"Kagome? Kagome are you alright in there?" said her mother in a concerned tone as she tried the knob again.
Her mind instantly screamed, "NO!" as she stuttered out,"Y-yes mom, I'm fine! I-I'll be down in a minute 'kay?" Her hand reached for the remote like a life preserver, rescuing her from the post-orgasmic images rushing across the pixelated display.
She was still hunting for it when her mother replied, "Ok dear, just be careful in there. We heard you yelling from downstairs."
"Oh no!" Her whole body turned neon red and it wasn't from the water. "Hehehe, it's ok mom, it was the movie I have on. Sorry!"
The film had long since abandoned the previous scene and the protagonist was now weeping in sorrow over her actions and the remains of her lost love, who had apparently died some time ago. Kagome clicked the pause button with a shaking finger, blinking at the screen for a few minutes before rising from the tub.
As she dried herself off another flash of heat went through her as she wiped off her waterlogged sex with the rough towel, thoughts of his long tongue leaving a wet trail of desire across her visually scarred brain. She would never be able to think of Sesshoumaru in the same way again. Kagome looked down at the portable player and hit the rewind a few times, stopping at the demon lord's frozen on-screen smirk, then she felt her own smirk form while she pressed the power button.
"Hmm, I wonder if Eri can make me a copy?"