60 Some Odd Challenges From Steven by omizumaru

Late Again

The phrase for this is: "Late Again"

This is the idea I had based on those two words.

And yes, these are all going to be pretty much just really long lemons. So, if you're not into that, just click the back button right now.

Long ebony locks tangle over the pillowcase, catching hints of moonlight through gaps in the curtains and shining a deep blue. She's in bed, alone, again. He'd called from the office earlier to tell her he'd be late, again.

A slight grin brightens her sleeping face, while her unconscious fingers drift between her supple thighs. Her dreams are filled with silver and gold, her body is wet and ready. With the covers tucked up under her chin, her mind wanders to a place where there is kissing, sucking and pleasing.

Years of living with him have heightened her senses, and though asleep, she can sense a presence in the room with her. Unlike most people, she does not feel his crackling aura as threatening, but only a strong and distinctly masculine energy. It wakes her from her slumber and her azure eyes slowly flutter open, lashes lightly brushing against her cheeks. She finds him there, sitting beside her bed, still dressed in an elegantly tailored suit, long legs crossed, watching her sleep. She wonders if she was talking to herself; if he perhaps caught her moaning.

He flashes her a feral grin, exposing two sharp fangs over his lower lip, and she knows that she has done just that.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, leaning towards her.

"I was dreaming.... About you." She replies softly- and honestly.

Pulling one arm out from under the down comforter, she leans towards him, their noses just inches apart. His citrine eyes glint in the dark, seeping crimson, as he catches sight of her bare neck and the mark he placed upon it many years ago. The blanket sags, dropping just enough for him to glimpse a rosy nipple and realize that she is naked beneath the covers; something that he hadn't really considered before. His eyes no longer meet hers, but she accepts it; loves the fact that she still arouses him with nothing but a tiny flash of flesh. He's looking exactly where she wants him to look.

She extends a tiny hand to him saying, "Give me your hand."

He manages to pull his focus from her hardening nipple and places his large hand within her grasp. She slowly pulls that strong hand under her covers and places it on her left breast. Her nipple pokes into his palm as he firmly slides his hand back and forth over it, tightening his fingers around her flesh.

She lies back on her pillow and watches him, her lord. His serious eyes are locked onto the blanket, watching his hand move beneath. He is blindingly handsome; tall and pale with his long silver hair pulled back into a tight braid. His broad shoulders and large hands ooze masculinity, but at this moment, he has a look of awe upon his face, like a child in a candy store. It makes her want him even more to know that her body can still affect him like this. He looks back up into her face, as though asking her permission to go further. She simply closes her eyes, giving him dominance, leaving that option up to him.

Within seconds she can feel his other hand under the comforter, on her stomach then her hip, softly tracing her womanly curves. All the way down, gliding his rough palm against her smooth lag. She inhales sharply as his fingers start their ascent.

His right hand is swift, moving up her inner thigh. Her body reacts with his every stroke and she immediately grows wet at the sensual touch. His fingers glide softly over her nether lips making her gasp for breath. She spreads her legs, gladly allowing him access to her most intimate areas, but he is a tease. His fingers continue their light touches.

She tries thrusting her hips to bring him into contact with her needy core, but he anticipates her moves. He grins, fangs flashing in the darkness, loving her sweet torture.

She whispers his name; it's all she can do to get him to touch her where she needs it.

Suddenly, before she can register the movement, his fingers are on her, firmly, roughly. Overcome with pleasure, she throws her head back into the pillow, letting out a yelp of surprise and ecstasy.

"Look at me." His deep baritone seems to echo through the dark room. She turns her head to the side and sees him staring at her. Azure crashes into gold as they lock eyes and he begins to pant as he finger fucks her. She can feel his fingers inside of her and his thumb against her clit. Every time his thumb comes into contact with her bud, she can feel her orgasm coming faster and faster.

The eroticism of staring into her lover's eyes as she climaxes is a heady feeling and the urge to please him is powerful. She is breathing faster now and tells him in a small and gasping voice "I'm cumming."

Her body shakes with the force of a mind-blowing orgasm as her inner muscles clench around his fingers and her honey flows onto his hand, her eyes never leaving his.

While she gets her breath back, she feels him withdraw his hand. It glistens slightly in the dim light if the bedroom and she watches, mesmerized, as each finger disappears into his mouth one by one. His eyes close, pewter lashes caressing his cheeks, as he savors her taste while she watches.

A deep rumbling sound reverberates from is chest as he lowers his fingers to her mouth and she takes one in, tasting herself on his skin.

With one finger in her mouth, she lets her tongue roam, licking and sucking his finger; giving him a taste of what's to come.

"Come here and kiss me" she demands, switching to the alpha role effortlessly for the moment.

Crawling onto the bed next to her. He pulls his long braid away from her flushed face. She is waiting for his tongue- dreamt of it licking every little spot on her body. But for now she wants him to kiss her.

And they do kiss; passionately, fiercely, with an animal need. She claws at his clothing, ripping away the buttons that she cannot undo quickly enough. They can heat them hitting the floor around them, and though the suit was remarkably expensive, neither will consider this a waste. They still have the covers between them but she can feel his arousal through them. She feels the sudden need to have his naked skin against hers, inside of her.

They both realize that they need to slow down, make it last, and they break apart from each other simultaneously in an almost violent fashion. Both are breathing hard, pale chests heaving in the darkness, glistening faintly with the slightest sheen of sweat. She smiles up at him suddenly, the expression radiant in the dim light, and pushes him off of her forcefully. A deep growl of displeasure can be heard throughout the stillness of the night. She untangles herself from the covers and rolls over to straddle his waist as he lies on the other side of the bed and the growl becomes something more akin to a purr.

She is completely naked and glorious, perched above him in all her fragile, human glory. Her skin is pale, unblemished and her curves are all soft and womanly; no longer coltish like the girl he remembers vaguely meeting so long ago. His hard citrine eyes narrow, thick pewter lashes coming together slightly, as he lets himself visually peruse her body. There was once a time where he would have denied that they were meant to be together- would have scoffed at the thought of his marking a human as his mate, let alone this particular woman. He would have gone to his death claiming that her fate was undeniably linked to that of his brother.

But here, this night, like so many nights before, he finds that she does complete him. Her breasts are firm, her waist narrow, and her hips round- good for bearing strong and healthy pups. Her stomach was flat but not concave, her arms and legs toned and her eyes were the deepest and most unusual shade of blue he had ever seen in a human throughout his many years. They betrayed her every emotion, and tonight they sparkled with mischief and lust. He always liked when she had that look in her eyes.

His thoughts are interrupted as she bends backwards, her back arching lifting her breasts heavenward, as she reaches for his zipper. Without even needing to turn to look, she deftly undoes the contraption and lifts her hips. Taking the hint, he does the same. Grabbing the waist of his trousers in her agile little hands, she slowly begins to peel them off, crawling down his legs on all fours as she does. She snickers when she sees that he has not worn any underpants, instead choosing to go commando. It had always been a penchant of his, and some habits died hard, if they died at all.

Releasing his cock, she takes a moment to smile up at him, almost proudly, before going back to the task at hand. It stands proudly before her in a nest of trimmed silver curls and she leans in to lick it. Starting from the base, she licks her way up to the head. In long, firm strokes, she uses her tongue to moisten his shaft before taking him into her mouth. She flicks her pretty blue eyes up to him as she begins to tighten her lips around his cock, and he stares back. Something far beyond lust passes between them in that moment, and then it passes as she quickly lowers her head and swallows the majority of his manhood. His head snaps back with such force that he almost smacks it on the headboard and his jaws snap together painfully tight. He hisses with pleasure at the sensation of her hot little mouth working on him. Her can hear her moaning softly, can feel the vibrations of her moans coursing through his shaft and balls and knows that she is aroused by the fact that she is pleasuring him. She is incredible.

He moves one large hand to the back of her head to thread his fingers through her hair. He is careful to not place ay pressure on her as she pleasures him as he had made that mistake before and it had ended badly. He only desires to touch her in any way possibly. His other hand finds purchase on her back and shoulders, rubbing and gripping. When her little hand moves down to squeeze his balls and give them the slightest and softest roll, he knows he is done for. He can feel the tightness of his impending orgasm building in the pit of his stomach in the tightening of his balls. But he doesn't need to tell her anything, He can tell my the way that she is working him at a more frantic pace that she knows perfectly well what is happening; that she wants it to happen.

She deep throats him one final time while squeezing his balls a little more forcefully than before and using one finger to press against his perineum, she knows she has him. With a loud growl his pelvis thrusts up to meet her and she happily continues sucking at him until every last drop of him has been swallowed. Only when he reaches down to gently stroke her cheek does she stoke her ministrations, moving quickly to straddle his legs again while licking her lips in what he sees as a very sultry manner.

With a grin spreading across her angelic face, she slowly crawls up his body, kissing and licking her way across his stomach. She knows what she is bonded to, and that it is only a matter of time before he hard again. She wants him to know that she wants more. He has been so busy lately running a corporation; coming home so late most nights that she is already in bed asleep. Tonight she wants him, wants to fuck him, give him a reason to come home on time.

She starts to rub her breasts against his cock and her pussy along his leg, She literally slithers her entire body against him. Every part of his body is insanely sexy and fuckable. Feeling insatiable, she continues rubbing until she feels that familiar tingle of arousal. And his cock is now harder than ever between her breasts.

A large hand seizes her chin and raises her gaze to his. He says only two words, but they are a true command, spoken in the tone of voice that she recalled from his days of being a lord.

"Fuck me" his deep baritone says while he looks her steadily in the eyes.

She is immediately excited, a true bitch responding to her alpha. She leaves his cock and continues to crawl up his body until she's where she wants to be. He places his hands on her hips and lowers her slowly onto his waiting cock. Inch by inch, she fills him feel her. She sighs deeply, closing her eyes in pleasure, and stops for a minute. He narrows his eyes, thinking that she is teasing him again, but in truth, she only wishes to savor this wonderful sensation of fullness. No matter how many times they make love, he always fills her perfectly. The first thrust boggles her mind and numbs the rest of her senses. It causes her eyes to roll back into her head and, had she been standing, her knees would have buckled on the spot. Working like a powerful and expensive drug, his cock weakens her and makes her an addict.

Feeling his hands on her hips, she comes back to her senses. She slowly starts to ride him, gliding his cock all the way out and all the way back in again. His large, strong hands help her to keep the rhythm.

He abruptly sits up on the bed and kisses her passionately, their tongues playing while they quicken the pace of their lovemaking. Breathing heavily, the kisses becoming licks and bites. He moves his mouth to her earlobe and whispers "Wrap your legs around my waist" before nipping at the lobe with his sharp fangs. He draws a drop of blood and licks the area to soothe it as she does as she is told. Using his hands as leverage, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist as she moans loudly in pleasure.

He silences he moans and mewls of pleasure with a demanding kiss before pulling back to look down at her. He looks so very intense and yet extremely relaxed. She keeps her legs wrapped around his waist, knowing that he would never let her fall, but wanting the closeness. Relaxing his grip around her waist, he starts to fuck her again, sliding his cock in and out of her at a steady pace. Tilting his head forward, he kisses her lips, neck, ears anywhere he can reach as he fucks her faster and faster.

With one hand around his neck, she lets the other slide down her body to her clit. She starts to rub it, keeping pace with his thrusts. Even with her fingertips, she can feel his cock moving inside her, slamming into her with such force that she wonders if he will break her. But she loves.

As their moans and growls become louder and their bodies become slick with sweat, the world around them disappears completely. They no longer care about the neighbors hearing. All they care about is each other. Kagome. Sesshomaru. Their frenzied and passionate lovemaking. And of course, cumming.

As she feels his body jerk into orgasm, he lets out a deafening roar. He grips her tightly, pulling her body against him in one last thrust, as though scared she may get away from him or that he has dreamed the entire thing and this amazing creature will disappear. She can feel him as he cums inside her, his cock twitching with his release, and she climaxes just as fiercely as he does, latching onto his torso as she releases an unintelligible shriek of ecstasy. Her nails bite into his back as she climaxes. Her moans and yells mingled with the pain she causes with the power of the pleasure he has given her overrides all his thought processes and with a swift movement he does something that he has not done in many months. As she clings, panting, to his neck and torso, her neck sweaty and bared to him, her main pulse point throbbing with exertion from their lovemaking, he tilts his head forward to nuzzle his mark with his nose. And then, unable to control the instinct, he plunges he fangs into the mark again.

She shivers and groans lightly at the sensation. Long ago she learned that the mark brought her many gifts, pleasure being one of them. As his tongue began to lick the puncture wounds to clean away the blood and soothe the newly open marks, her muscles seemed to turn to jelly. He pulls her in between his legs and up against his chest so that he can wrap his arms around her.

Panting like animals, they both try to regain some form of composure. Nuzzling his face into her hair he inhales her scent deeply. Stroking her jaw line with one long finger he turns her face to him, her azure eyes glittering in the moonlight. Cupping her face in his hands he kisses her possessively and yet sweetly.

"You are beautiful." His baritone voice is soft as he contemplates something that seems to be trying to hide in those singular eyes of hers.

She smiles mischievously back up at him from the safety and comfort of his arms and replies simply, "Charmer."

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