She's already in bed when he gets home, sitting in bed with a book in her lap and a finger sitting idly on the corner of a page. All he's managed to remove are his shoes, still decked out in the suit he has to wear to work, though he finds time to set his briefcase aside before climbing onto his side of the bed. Once she finishes reading her page she turns it and dog ears her spot, content now to set her novel aside on the nightstand and to fold her hands into her lap, above the covers.
"You're home late."
"Meetings never end - you'd think that, with such limited lifespans, humans would be less inclined to talk so damn much." Unfortunately, his world of politics is one in which nobody ever seems to stop talking. Mayhap he ought to have picked a different line of work.
She gives him a chiding glare, though the half-smile on her face conveys her lack of seriousness. "You know, for someone who complains so much about humans, you sure have chosen to surround yourself with them."
"Incorrect, my dear." He's worked off his belt now, and rolled it up before setting it down beside the bed. Then, he turns so that he can go on his hands and knees, and crawl the short distance toward her in his king-sized bed. With a grin, he leaves a tender kiss on her cheek. "I have chosen to surround myself with you, not humans. My previous statement remains unamended."
Mere months ago, it would have been impossible for either of them to have imagined that they would have not only become involved, but that Kagome would have ended up moving in with him. Her family had been wary of the idea at first, naturally, though Naraku had thrown them some load of crap about how he's going to take care of her to the best of his abilities, et cetera. He doesn't remember exactly what he had told her family then, though he does stand by one thing: he will take care of her. In every way possible.
She chuckles and shakes her head. "Alright, wise guy, I'm going to bed if you're going to be this cheeky. Good night."
Before she can shift her position, however, his one hand reaches out to grab both of hers. His grin widens, and his head tilts to the side in mock puppy-dog confusion. It may have been considered cute, if not for the look in his crimson eyes that clearly indicates that he's got some plan of attack prepared. "But I thought you liked me this way." He manages to feign a pout as he uses his free hand to undo the pink tie from around his neck, and then to begin wrapping it around her thin, delicate wrists. She looks down at what he's doing briefly, perhaps too surprised to speak, before looking back up at his face when he begins to speak once more. "If I weren't the fantastically conceited and endlessly unpredictable man that I am, chances are you wouldn't even be here."
She's restrained, he notes, and he tightens the tie around her hands with a final tug before moving to place her arms over her head. She gives little resistance, and he manages to slip the other end of his tie around a hole in the bed frame so that he may constrain her properly. Once satisfied with his work, he lets go and places his hands on her sides before swinging a leg over so that it may rest on the other side of her body. And not once did the smug look fall from his face.
"Naraku, I-"
"I'm afraid you can't talk your way out of this one, love. I haven't had a chance to have my dessert tonight."
She shifts with unease in her bindings, though they both know that this is merely a role she's grown accustomed to playing for him. He's sure she gets a thrill from it, too: for such a strong and resilient personality everywhere else, she is quite happy to submit to him in the bedroom. His authoritative aura acts as her aphrodisiac, and he can already smell her pheromones coming off her delicate, pale skin in waves, consuming his senses and pushing him to the same one conclusion: he is going to ravage her.
"I have to be up early tomorrow," she begins to protest, but her cares fall on deaf ears. His desire for her far outweighs any concern he may have had for her university work now.
"Then I should make sure that I wear you out good and proper." He's already reaching into the nightstand, fumbling with his fingers until he's found the deceptively innocent, small, ovular pink vibrator that she keeps hidden - but it's a toy he's known about for a long time now.
"What are you-"
"You think I don't know you already, Kagome?" He's also taken a bottle of lubricating gel from that same drawer, and begins applying it to the vibrator.
Her eyes go wide once she realizes what he intends to do with her secret plaything, though she knows not if it's from nervousness or excitement. Does he know what she likes to do with it, too? He can't, can he - ah!
As she thinks to herself, Naraku has already slipped his hands into her panties and has gently eased the little pink thing into her anus. He watches her face flush rose as the device vibrates within her, and she turns to look away from him. She's embarrassed that he's discovered this about her, he knows it, so he reaches up with his free hand to grab her chin and pull her face toward him once again. And when flustered amber eyes open up to him again, he smiles. He offers her no words of reassurance, but she seems to get the message all the same and relaxes into the sensation.
His other hand moves upward now, slipping two of his fingers into the depths of her sex. She has courage enough now to moan, and the soft silk of his tie whines against her movements. But to this he merely grins to himself and leans in so that he may kiss the side of her neck, feeling the heat of her body penetrate into him with unbearable persistence.
She seems to sense this, if her next comment is anything to go by. "But ... what about you?"
"Just focus on yourself."
"But I-" She cuts herself off when she realizes what she's about to say, though soon gathers herself up again enough to whisper, "I want ... you ... in me."
This is a request which he cannot ignore.
His fingers exit her with a light pop, only to then wrap around the waistband of her undergarment to slide it off her long, elegant legs. With the enticing noise of vibration still humming away she spreads for him, and he nestles into this space. He now moves down to unzip his trousers, before pushing his clothing down to barely his knees - he's too excited to fully undress. His hardened cock stands erect, and he takes hold of himself at his base so that he may guide himself to her. Once positioned at her entrance, he heaves his hips forward and pushes his entire length into her moistness.
She gives a moan as she's filled in both her holes, the hardness of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her nightgown and his makeshift bond around her wrists straining again as her back arches into him. His body undulates against hers, working gradually toward a quicker pace while her pleasurable sounds are mixed with his, sweat beginning to cover all of his still mostly clothed form while beads of water develop all over hers. He reaches up to fondle one of her breasts though her nightgown, and her head falls to the side as she moves her body beneath his, meeting her hips to his with each fresh union.
From the corner of her eye now she looks at him, her gaze wet and lusty - or is that something else? He's too wrapped up in the moment to think on it much, and lowers himself to meet her lips in another hot, heavy, almost sinful kiss.
In the beginning of their relationship, she had been as naive as one could expect an eighteen year old girl to be. She'd had the basic information down, but the mere suggestion of sex had made her blush furiously. But now, months later, her moans and groans are as wanton as a whore's, yet infinitely sweeter to Naraku's ears. He's encouraged her to explore her sexuality in ways that would have made her red in the face not too long ago - and while she still sometimes struggles with being so openly sexual, especially when he's around to witness it, her willingness to let her guard down for him in this area has had a cathartic effect on the daiyokai in other aspects of their relationship.
Who would have known that all it would take is a pure woman's love to crack the walls of a monster?
His idle musings are interrupted by a clenching sensation in the pit of his stomach, and he feels himself nearing his climax with each new thrust into her. By this time she's pulled away from his kiss and thrown her head back, and loses herself in the heat of the moment enough to stutter out a sentence, "l-let's ... cum ... t-together. Naraku, I, I'm close-"
This only confirms just how close he is to his own peak. "Oh, so fast? How come?" If she's willing to talk dirty to him, then he's going to milk it for all it's worth before she milks him.
"N-n ... d-don't make me say it!"
"It turns me on so much when you do." A little encouragement never hurt anyone.
Whether it's just to please him or because she's gained some confidence, Naraku doesn't know. But what comes from her mouth next makes him more than satisfied that she's managed to tame him into being a supportive lover. "B-because of you ... and your cock inside me, I-I'm going crazy. And my ... you left the ... vibrator in me. I think I ... I'm going to cum harder than I ever have before-Naraku! Please, let's cum together, I-I don't know how much longer I can-"
He cuts off her statement by biting down lightly at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, which proves to be the finishing point for her. She tenses up beneath him, tightening around his length in such a way that he climaxes as well and leaves his seed inside her.
Her legs are trembling, her thigh muscles involuntarily twitching from the strength of her orgasm as he slips outside of her, and removes their little toy as well. She's still gasping for air, not having moved an inch since her climax as he undresses now, and then brings up the covers over both of their bodies.
He leans over to kiss her still-flushed cheek and brings a hand up to rest on her stomach as she finally climbs down from her euphoria. She's lazy now, though, and only makes a few subtle movements to lean into him, pressing her face into his chest. Naraku tenderly kisses her scalp as she settles in, inhaling the scent of her sweat from her hair. By now, she's probably half-asleep from the intensity of her experience, but he whispers to her anyway. "In the morning, I'm going to ask you to marry me."
She barely hears what he says, though mumbles a drowsy "no you're not," in response.
But, surprisingly, Naraku the deceiver is not being deceptive this time.
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