Dream by Priah

The Dream

A/N: Okay this is my first one-shot. This is basically one huge lemon. So I've warned you. I hope That you like this.

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He came to her in the middle of the night. She lay upon a pallet in the middle of a small clearing hidden deep within a thick, forbidding, yet beautiful forest.

The moon was a thin cresant hanging brightly in the star-studded sky. The light was dim on the ground, so dim she could barely see her pale skin in the permeating darkness.

Her slim body was sheathed in a loose-fitting white gown. Her black hair fanned out about her head. Her eyes were closed but she did not sleep. It just would not come to her. Restless, she opened her vivid blue eyes and rolled onto her side. That's when she saw him.

He emerged from the dark. An ethereal being, a seemingly spectre. His long hair gleamed silver in the dark of night. His face cast in shadows, only the golden brilliance of his eyes was visible. He was completely nude.

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes refused to look away from him. His tall frame slowly began to move closer to her. One slow agonizing step at a time. Each step, each second, her heart began to beat harder in her chest. Painfully so. It felt like an eternity before he finally made it to her. His golden gaze never leaving hers. He held her entranced as he knelt beside her. His clawed hand reaching to gently cup her face in a possessive caress.

It felt so right as he turned her from her side to lay upon her back looking up into his captive eyes. Neither uttered a word as he lowered his head to hers. His lips taking her soft, lush mouth in a bruising kiss.

His tongue edged at her teeth, begging for entrance. Electricity shot through her straight down to her toes. Need. Need for this one man invaded her. She gasped at the realization, immediately his tongue swept in, taking command of her. Her hands wound around his neck anchoring him to her. Her fingers streamed through his long silvery hair.

A clawed hand came up and cupped her face. He broke the kiss, his thumb rubbing across her swollen lips, and stared into her deep blue eyes. looking for some hint of reluctance, or acceptance.

She looked up into the molten gold of his eyes craving him, one kiss and she was already so far gone. She turned her head into his hand and kiss it, her tongue flicking out briefly. Then he had control of her mouth again. His tongue invading and plundering. She welcomed his kiss. Welcomed the feel of his hands as they slid down her neck to the top of her gown. Through the fabric he teased her breasts. Her nipples tightened into rock hard pebbles, pushing up through the fabric of the gown into his hands, eager for his touch.

His mouth left her, trailing kisses down her throat. Pleasure such as either had yet to know beckoned them onward. She let out a moan, asking for more. He groaned, his clawed hands tearing the gown down the front exposing her breasts to his lustful gaze. They were perfectly formed, rounded with rose tinted nipples straining upward begging for his touch, his mouth. His body tightened painfully in anticipation. Gladly he granted their wish. His mouth took possession of one taut bud. He suckled hard as his other hand teased and tormented the other breast. He eased up long enough to switch his mouth to her other nipple.

Fiery pleasure spread through her limbs. Arousing her further. Sending her blood to a boil. The havoc his tongue created as it lapped at her breast was almost unbearable. The feel of his body held against hers was a sensual gift that she treasured. She held his head to her with one hand while the other explored his hard body of its own accord. He rendered the rest of the appalling gown from her body with one swift tear.

"I cannot wait." he rasped out thickly, his voice filled with desire. "I need to have everything."

"Take it." she managed as he moved down her accepting body.

His mouth nipped and grazed over her flat stomach, lower still into the dark curls shielding her virginity. Intense pleasure overtook her. Her hips thrusting into him as his mouth found the pebble of her desire. His tongue teased it. He began to suckle, she nearly leapt up from the erotic feel he invoked in her. She whimpered, little keening cries that called to him.

He lifted his head. Golden eyes seeking blue ones. Barely touching her he skimmed one clawed hand gently down her body. The taste of her still in his mouth, he kissed her hard, their tongues duelling an ancient battle. As he teased her mound with his hand he was unsure of how long he could hold out without taking what was rightfully his. She was slick and wet, ready for him.

"You want me?" he asked his fingers flickering over her pebble.

"Yes." she gasped. He slid one finger inside her tight, warm sheath. She could not stop the noise that escaped her. The sound of one calling to her mate.

Spreading her thighs with gentle care he positioned himself at her entrance. Her soft heat begging him for release. His cock probed at her core sliding against her tantalizingly. Slowly he began to enter her. Restraint kept barely in check had him refraining from thrusting deep and taking her wlidly. As soon as he felt her barrier his mouth took possession of hers as he tried to move past it. When it did not budge he thrust deep making it give way. He held himself still inside her.

She felt pain for a split second before the pleasure of having him inside her, a part of her, became her reality. He remained excruciatingly still allowing her muscles to adjust to the invasion. She burned for him. Her nails scored his shoulders. He was kissing her again, barely touching her mouth with his.

"Did I hurt you?" he murmured, the strain of his voice betraying his losing battle.

She was unable to speak. So she shook her head. Her blue eyes looked into his golden and told him what her voice could not. In further invitation, she lifted her hips against him. Nothing could compare to the sensations she began to feel.

He growled low in his throat as he gave up the fight and began to plunge into her in a slow, deep, accurate rhythm. Her hips rose to meet his, her hands holding him to her. Grinding together in a dance as old as time.

The sensations built, pleasure seeped in. Then it burst upon them, A feeling so intesnse, she almost thought that she had died. Her shout deafened his ears. Her climax triggered his, his cock swelled and he spilled his seed into her receptive womb. A growl of satisfaction escaped him. She closed her eyes not wanting the moment to end, holding him to her. Her lover, her mate.

"Wake up." His soft voice invading her dreams.

Reluctantly she opened her eyes into the welcoming golden eyes of her mate. "Kagome..." he murmured burying his head in the crook of her arms.

"Sesshomaru." She said dreamily. "I was dreaming. Remember that first night?"

"Like it was yesterday." he replied trailing a kiss on her neck where his mark branded her his.

"I didn't realize how much I loved you back then." she told him. "I do now. You always have been and always will be my mate." Kagome sealed her words with a breath-stealing kiss.

The mates spent the rest of the day in bed. Even their children did not interupt the lovers.

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I hope that was okay.

(I just edited it that's all)