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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      InuYasha_-_A_Feudal_Fairy_Tale
  Relationship:
      Higurashi_Kagome/Sesshoumaru
  Character:
      Higurashi_Kagome, Sesshoumaru_(InuYasha), Mentions_of_the_others
  Additional Tags:
      Oral, First_Time, 16_Year_Old_Kagome, Biting, Angst
  Series:
      Part 1 of Perfume_of_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-31 Words: 4421
****** Scent of Sakura ******
by FlameWolf
Summary
     Kagome is bathing herself in a hot spring while thinking about her
     circumstances with Inuyasha and Kikyo. Because of the Hanyou's
     attraction to the undead priestess, the teen begins to wonder if its
     something wrong with her. Little does she know that Sesshomaru has
     very different opinions about her. Opinions that might surprise even
     the mighty Lord of the West
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything from Inuyasha. This is
     just for fun and no profit will be made from it.
     WARNING!!: Minor2! 16 Year Old Kagome!
     Author’s Note: A what if scenario. Not entirely canon compliant.
     Could fit in anywhere in the timeline after Sesshy’s arm is removed.
     There will be sequels. These one-offs are such a guilty pleasure D:
    Kagome sighed, sinking down into the hot spring as she watched her
incarnation’s shinidamachū fly by in the sky.  Her ruby lips pursed as inky
hair spread behind her milky back in the steaming water.  At least she knew
where Inuyasha had run off to.  Ignoring the pain that wrenched her heart in
her chest, the sixteen year old looked down at her body through the murky water
of the spring.  She still had some baby fat clinging to her belly and thighs
and her breasts were small compared to those of the woman who carried a third
of her soul.  Pursing her lips, she plucked at a pink sweet peaking a milky
orb; a slight sense of shame washing over her.
    Truly, she was just a girl compared to the clay doll the hanyou chased
around like a lost puppy.  She knew she should feel indignant about his
attention being focused on a glorified golem but she just couldn’t muster the
strength.  The fight for his affection had been lost long before she had taken
him down from that tree and that realization stung.  The brash male had never
seen her as anything but Kikyo’s shadow, even back then.  He had endlessly
compared her to the priestess, both irritating and hurting the young female.
 It was almost enough for her to think that maybe her body wasn’t desireable.
    Standing up so she could get a better look at her blurred body, the teen
looked over her curves and poked where fat clung to her stubbornly.  She wasn’t
that great of a judge of feminine beauty but she didn’t think she was a monster
in any right.  Huffing slightly, the time traveling miko was just about to sink
back into the warmth of the spring when she heard a rustle.  Almost immediately
her heart leapt in her throat and she cursed herself for leaving her bow back
at camp with Miroku and Sango.  Licking her lips nervously, the teen lowered
herself down just in case it was some pervert trying to catch a peek.  “Miroku?
 Inuyasha?” she tried in a small voice, getting no response as a feeling of
dread settled over her like a heavy blanket.
    Suddenly there was a sound from behind her, making her whirl around to
see... nothing.  Her heart thudded hard against her ribs as panic slowly began
to settle in.  A feeling of helplessness tickled the back of her mind as curls
of a very powerful yoki played with the edges of her senses.  It was then she
became aware of just who this demonic energy belonged to and she felt outright
terror flood her system.  “Sesshomaru,” she whimpered, sinking down into the
murky spring up to her chin as the powerful aura slowly closed in on her
location.
    Within moments, she saw the white outline of him approaching; power rolling
off him in electric waves as his cold, amber eyes fixed on her.  The white
thing wrapped around his right shoulder rippled as he moved, not even the sound
of silk rustling coming from him as he made his way forward.  He would have
been gorgeous if he wasn’t so known for being less than friendly to her and her
group.  In the state she found herself, it would be an easy thing for the
taiyoukai to separate her head from her shoulders.  So it was no surprise that
she backed up as far as the stone wall of the spring would allow, her thin arms
coming up to shield herself from his emotionless gaze.
    As he got closer, she kept looking at him steadily, ignoring the sick
feeling in the pit of her stomach as her breathing grew in speed.  She would
meet whatever fate he had in mind for her head on and she took a deep breath to
steel herself for the pain of his acid whip as he closed the last of the
distance between him and the small pool.  Instead of attacking, however, the
mighty creature simply looked down at her; the moon shining off his platinum
hair.  “Miko,” whispered his impassive voice, his single utterance holding
absolutely no inflection as his eyes locked on hers.
    Caught between terror and mortification, Kagome looked up at him as she
struggled to breathe.  “Er, hi Sesshomaru,” came out of her before she could
stop herself, the organ in her chest nearly stopping as she realized she had
addressed this proud lord as an equal.  Then an endless moment of silence
seemed to pass, the dog youkai’s icy eyes glaring down at her too naked body.
    “The half-breed has left you alone,” he hissed, anger dripping from his
raspy baritone as the sharp claws of his remaining right hand flexed.  Before
she could respond, he was in the spring with her; those poison producing nails
at her throat as he lifted her like a doll.
    “This Sesshomaru could kill you now if it pleased him.  Drive the half-
breed into a rage that would send him beyond any reason.  It would be a simple
matter for this Sesshomaru to retrieve the Tetsusaiga then,” rumbled his deadly
rasp, cruel claws scratching at her skin as the teen squeaked.
    All she could do was dangle, tears pricking her eyes as she felt the colder
air brush her heated skin.  She was naked, alone and very young.  She wasn’t
ready to die but she was at a loss of what she could do, the thought of her
holy powers not even on her radar at the moment.  Instead of killing her, he
simply held her aloft; his cold eyes locked on hers.  “Yet you do not use your
powers to purify me.  I hold your life in my claws and yet the thought of
defending yourself hasn’t even crossed your mind,” whispered the powerful
creature before slowly lowering her to stand on her own two feet.  Kagome
nearly collapsed when the soles of her feet hit the slimy stone of the spring,
only the hand that would have killed her ended up saving her from a bad fall.
    Next thing she knew, the taller male was inhaling deeply as he held her
steady; a low growl leaving him.  “Would you defend yourself against others?
 There are more than this Sesshomaru wandering these woods,” he breathed, his
normally placid voice holding a harsh undertone as red began to bleed into the
sclera of his eyes.  The schoolgirl could only lick her dry lips, still starkly
aware she’s very naked and just how close this ethereal looking monster was to
her.  Beneath her fear of the powerful male, there was lust.  Just looking at
him, even as he was poised to kill her, it wasn’t hard to see why she desired
him.
    His skin was unnaturally white, almost having a sheen to it.  The only
colors were the markings that graced his face and wrists.  Just glancing the
magenta stripes on both his arms had made her briefly wonder just where else he
had them before he had tried to reduce her to a puddle with his poison.
 Shuddering slightly from both cold and nerves, Kagome met his eyes steadily as
she shielded her developing breasts with a thin arm.  “W-well, I don’t entirely
know how.  It seems to only come when I’m in danger.  On top of that, I’m not
entirely sure how to control it,” she confessed, ignoring her inner shyness for
keeping her eye on the predator before her.
    To her confusion, the silver haired youkai only narrowed his eyes before
pressing his taller, more muscular body against hers.  Then he was inhaling
deeply again, his emotionless eyes closed as he seemed to take in her scent.
 He leaned forward so his cool lips almost brushed her skin, causing her heart
to beat against her ribs as both anticipation and a strange sort of want
threatened to overcome her.  “Yet the hanyou leaves you alone to chase a woman
who should be dead.  Does he not care for your safety as much as he declares?”
husked his voice right next to her ear, drawing a gasp from her as she leaned
into the warmth radiating from his lean body instinctually.  Then he was gone,
leaving her feeling more than just a little bereft.
    He stared down at her as she stared up at him, his feral gaze never moving
from hers as a heavy silence passed between them.  Then the proud male was
turning his back and exiting the tiny, steaming pool, stopping to sit with his
back against a stony wall.  The teen could only stare, confusion and a sliver
of hope gradually replacing the gut wrenching fear she felt.  Maybe Inuyasha’s
half brother wasn’t going to kill her.  “Continue bathing Miko.  Just because
this one’s relation is dishonorable does not mean this one shares the same
affliction,” rumbled his commanding tone, making this the most she had ever
heard him say in one sitting.  Still, that didn’t make this encounter any less
awkward.
    Sinking back into the water to hide her nudity, Kagome found herself
pondering if she should just cut her losses and leave.  After everything that
had happened, that seemed like the best option.  On the other hand, it had been
a few days since she had a good bath already and Kami knew when she would be
able to convince the headstrong hanyou to stop again.  This would likely be her
only chance in a very long time.  Cursing the Gods for their sick sense of
humor, the shy female began to clean herself.  The only thing that made this
whole ordeal even close to tolerable was the fact that Sesshomaru was less than
likely to find anything desirable about her.  At least she wouldn’t have to
worry about him peeping at her, a realization that made a wave of sadness wash
over her.
    For the first time since she had come here, she felt lost and out of place.
 In the beginning, she still felt like she could just return home if she felt
like she didn’t belong here anymore.  Now, it felt like she didn’t fit in
anywhere.  Everything in this ancient era called to her blood, telling her this
was home.  Yet, if Inuyasha shunned her for his long dead lover, what was there
for her here anymore?  Unfortunately, she didn’t have much more waiting for her
in her own time.  She had her family and Hojo but they just didn’t have the
same sense of rightness her small group did.  If it came down to it, she really
had no idea where she would choose to stay.  Thankfully that decision seemed to
be a ways off.  
“Miko,” came a rumble in the darkness, making her scream out of simple shock.
 She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had entirely forgotten
about her current company.
    “Ah s-sorry I forgot you were there.  I’m kinda surprised you are, you
know.  Besides Rin, you don’t seem all that wild about my species,” she rambled
nervously, resuming her washing as her cheeks heated.  Then she remembered he
must have gotten her attention for a reason and her nervousness switched right
back to embarrassment.  Before she could ask what he wanted, he was making a
noise that almost sounded like a chuckle.
    “Humans are worthless, short-lived creatures who are afraid of what they do
not understand,” came his response, the matter of fact tone he held causing her
heart to plummet into the pit of her stomach.
    “However, I have met a few exceptions.  Is it merely my brother’s careless
actions that cause so much sorrow in you?” came an unexpected continuation,
throwing her very much off balance.
    All the breath left her body in a rush as a roaring noise filled her ears.
 “Wh-wha?” she whispered, a strange tingling welling up in her lower belly as
she tried to process what had just been asked of her; let alone just who had
asked it.  Before she could gather her wits, she was aware of a splashing sound
before a strong arm was wrapping tightly around her back again.  Then a sharp
nose was burrowed in the base of her neck as the powerful male inhaled deeply,
as if he couldn’t get enough of her smell.
    “You try to seem happy but a scent of sadness clings to your sweet purity,
growing more pervasive the more time passes.  What has the dishonorable half-
breed done to darken a soul like yours?” snarled the proud lord, urgency lacing
his gruff voice as his tongue laved up her wet skin.
    Kagome could only gape like a fish, confusion and foreign need clouding her
mind.  Why on Earth would Sesshomaru care about the state of her soul or her
happiness?  He had only shown a need to kill her or get her out of the way.
 “I... he... what?” she gasped, whimpering when the much larger male released a
raspy sounding snarl.
    “Answer my question Miko!  What did the half-breed do to sour your scent
with sadness and pain?” he ground out, sharp fangs prickling her skin as he
held her even tighter against him.  The sixteen year old could only whimper,
not sure whether to feel turned on or extremely violated.
    “He doesn’t want me.  No one does and I can’t really say I blame them,”
came out of her before she could stop it, resulting in a tense silence that
stretched between them like a tight thread.  This thread snapped when he
released a low, animalistic noise, yoki pouring off his powerful body in waves.
 Even the end of the furry thing wrapped around his right shoulder twitched
irritably, making her wonder if it was part of his body or just had a mind of
its own.
    Suddenly he was moving forward, pressing her hard against the stone that
ringed the spring.  Frightening noises ripped free of his chest as he opened
his mouth to rest his fangs on her jugular, the one hand he had moving from her
back and up to her right breast.  Then skilled claws were playing with the
sensitive flesh and her head was tilting back as her body was filled with a
rush of strange sensations that felt all too pleasant, a moan bubbling past her
quivering lips unnoticed.  She was dimly aware of the fact that she should stop
this, that this was an extreme betrayal of Inuyasha’s trust.  Not to mention
the fact the taiyoukai had nothing but hatred and disdain for her kind.  Yet,
the pulsing, coiling knot forming in her womb made it very hard to care about
those things.
    A soft rumble spilled from the demon pressing against her, his mouth
replacing his claws and causing any further thought to simply fly from her
head.  A low, throaty groan ushered from her lips as her hands came up to
tangle in his silver locks, drawing another gruff utterance out of the lord.
 His hot, slightly rough tongue latched onto her nipple like a nursing child as
he began to suckle, the deep draws against her flesh making sparks of electric
need race through her limbs and tingle her too sensitive skin.  Gasps of his
name came from her in soft pants, the scent of thunderstorms and something
acidic filling her nose.  Little did she know, but Sesshomaru was caught in his
own inner maelstrom.
    He had originally come here tonight with the intention of killing the
meddlesome wench he was currently holding.  Then her ever familiar scent hit
his nose, a scent that was maddening due to how much it called to his blood;
called to him to serve her in anyway he could.  The scent of Sakura.  A scent
that made him both hate and long for the ningen squirming in his grasp.  Then
he had scented something else, something that screamed at him with its
wrongness.  A slight, barely there taint of darkness hidden under the bright
floralness that indicated her purity.  He had never hated the hanyou more than
in that moment for he knew that he had been caught.  He was frustratingly
unable to leave her in this darkened state, his beast dangerously close to the
surface.
    Some instinct buried deep within him drove him to soothe her, to drive away
the darkness that would surely corrupt her soul before it could take root.  His
nobility drove him to right the wrongs his half brother had levied against the
Miko at the same time and he found himself slowly driven to hold her, to taste
her.  Then she was telling him how she was made to feel unneeded, unwanted and
his beast broke through endless centuries of self-imposed control.  He was
called, begged to prove her it was otherwise; her cloying scent crawling into
his very brain as he suckled her flesh.  She tasted so sweet and he reveled
inwardly in the fact he was the first to sample her.  The first to hear her
soft keens and moans as her arousal began to take over the more sweet notes of
her personal perfume.
    If he were himself, he would have killed her with his own claws for
instilling such undeniable urges inside him but he simply couldn’t care at the
moment.  Some part of him even longed for the taste of her milk on his tongue
while one of his hands rested on the crest of her pup filled stomach.  Growling
low in his throat as the mental image caused his manhood to come to full and
painful attention, the Western Lord released her nipple to nuzzle and nip his
way down to the apex of the scent of her arousal.  He closed his red eyes as a
purr came from deep within him, the damned smell of Sakura nearly saturating
his senses.  Next thing he knew, her thigh was propped over the shoulder his
tail was wrapped around as his mouth met her nearly hairless junction.
    Her taste exploded on his tongue and he was lost as sound of her pleasure
reached his ears.  Delicate hands wrapped in his hair to hold him to her as her
thighs shuddered, nearly making him chuckle at the notion that she was afraid
he would leave this small slice of paradise willingly.  His tongue curled to
pluck at her pearl before delving into her pulsing depths, drawing all new
sounds from the femme.  He could smell her arousal getting more and more
intense in waves, her silky walls eagerly gripping his tongue as she groaned
his name.  In this moment, it didn’t matter what their differences in stations
or species were.  Not even their alliances.  All that mattered was he never
stopped hearing her musical sighs of his title as she bucked up to meet him.
    Kagome’s world was filled with white hot sensations that zinged through her
veins to gather in a squirming cloud that seemed to fill her lower belly.  All
she could do was call for the cause of all this, her voice growing hoarse and
throaty as something in her wound tighter, tighter.  Then it was snapping and
she was arching into Sesshomaru, a scream of his name echoing through the
clearing as her sight filled with rainbow stars and supernovas.  The canine
demon only chuckled against her, pulling back as red retreated from his eyes to
leave a warm, honey color.  Before she knew it, she was reaching for him;
wanting to hold onto this moment of affection before he realized what he had
done and who he had done it with.
    Time seemed to pass endlessly between them, her legs slowly regaining
strength as the arrogant male continued to nuzzle her neck to breath in her
scent.  What happened next was sudden and expected but no less painful.  One
second he was almost acting like an affectionate puppy and the next he was
shoving her from him as an expression of utter disdain and disgust slammed over
his handsome features.  Then he was turning his back on her and leaving the
spring, effectively shattering the teen’s heart as tears clogged her throat.
 She hadn’t expected him to mate her but this outright rejection stung much
more than what Inuyasha was doing.  Especially after what had occurred between
them.
    Sniffling she dipped into the water to wash again, squeezing her eyes shut
as she tried to remove the feel of his touch from her body.  She never noticed
the taiyoukai freeze before shuddering heavily, his tail uncurling to thrash
and reach toward her in an instinctual effort to offer the sixteen year old
some comfort.  Curling his singular hand into a fist, the proud demon got out
of the spring but seemed to freeze once there.  “...Kagome...,” came a breathy
baritone, the fact that he was still there startling her just as much as the
fact he had called her by name.  Immediately her head snapped up and her earthy
gaze locked on his silk clad back as her heart leapt in her throat.
    “Sesshomaru-sama?” she tried timidly after what seemed like a timeless
amount of silence, startling when a harsh snarl was her response.
    The already tense male had gone ramrod straight, snarl after snarl ripping
from him as his yoki stretched out with angry fingers.  The electric feeling of
it on her wet sin made the naked teen shudder and she suddenly just wanted to
run back to camp.  Sure she was going to die for some unforeseen faux paus,
Kagome tensed as she watched the creature in front of her; wanting to meet her
death head-on.  Yet, instead of attacking her, he merely squared his shoulders
before glancing at her out of the corner of his amber eyes.  “Sesshomaru is
adequate for the moment... Kagome,” he rumbled, his voice caressing her name as
he slowly seemed to softened; his demonic energy almost petting her instead of
stinging.
    There he was using her name again, like he cared for her despite the
disgust shining clearly in his steely orbs.  “Do not misunderstand this
Sesshomaru.  This one has... much to learn about letting go of old prejudices.
 You are more than worthy of this Sesshomaru through merit alone,” he rumbled,
turning to look at her but keeping his body mostly angled away from her.  The
time travelling priestess could only gape at the beautiful but deadly canid
youkai, hope battling with disbelief.
    “Come, you have been in there for far too long,” came his deep voice again,
slight warmth coloring his normal monotone as he reached his only striped hand
toward her.  The confused, hurt teen looked at the appendage, considering if
she should cover herself or not.
    “Do not,” came a stern demand, as if he could read her mind and making her
heart jolt in her chest.  Licking her lips as she found her mouth too dry,
Kagome took the offered hand and walked to him.
    As soon as she was close enough, he pulled her to him with a hard yank and
bundled her into her dry clothing.  Then his fluffy, silky tail wrapped around
her as his right hand moved over her chilling skin.  Making a disapproving
sound in the back of his throat, he led her towards her camp; keeping her close
to his side with both his limbs.  The miko found herself almost snuggling into
him, allowing his scent and yoki to lull her into a calm state.  “This one will
see you back to your pack.  You will be safe there,” he murmured, angry
affection in his voice; almost as if he hated her for how he felt about her.
    Though meant to comfort, his word made her heart sink once again.  It felt
as if he was trying to let her off easy, placing her back with her friends and
running off before her tears could change his mind.  Despite his words earlier,
it still seemed like he didn’t want her and she suddenly felt bone weary.  She
would finish the Shikon Jewel and go back to her time, she was finished with
this era as well as all the heartache it held for her.  So she was completely
taken off guard when the taller male stopped in his tracks, spinning her to
face him as he released guttural sounding snarl.  Callused palms cupped her
face as he seemed to fight with himself.  Then his lips were capturing hers,
starting out furious and mellowing out into a deep need.
    Nipping her lips as his deadly claws pricked gently at her skin, he broke
the kiss to look at her with a vaguely astonished expression.  “Remember that
this one wants you, against logic and even deep hatred.  This Sesshomaru will
return for you when we are both more ready,” he assured in an urgent tone,
honey eyes begging her for understanding.  Just as she was about to reply with
what would likely be a plea for him to just take her now, she heard Shippo
calling for her in a worried voice.  She turned to call back to her kit,
knowing the taiyoukai was right when her heart clenched at how close she had
come to leaving her group.
    Neither of them were at all prepared for anything beyond this encounter,
their circumstances making a feasible romance impossible.  Not only did Kagome
have to put together the Shikon Jewel again but she just wasn’t ready to leave
her dear friends.  There was also the fact that they were practically
strangers.  Up until this point, they had been enemies.  This entire event had
been extremely sudden and had stirred very powerful emotions the teen wasn’t
accustomed to.  It was better to wait until she wouldn’t have as much to
explain, until Sesshomaru could be seen as a friend.  Even then, she had no
guarantee his words were genuine.
    Turning to bid him farewell, she felt a piece of her break when she saw he
was gone.  She knew she was acting ridiculous but something deep within her
called her to be with him.  In their brief liaison, it had felt more like it
had been about her comfort than anything else.  Sighing as her heart ached,
Kagome gave a bitter smile at current events.  She had gotten herself
emotionally involved with the hated half brother of a man she still loved
deeply.  Shaking her brown haired head, the teen forced a smile on her face as
she went back into camp; unaware of a pair of golden eyes watching her from the
trees.
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