Lucida: This is a lemon written for jojo-kun and her amazing picture “Surprise Attack” on deviantart. The picture just…Inspired me to write this. I, of course, do not own Inuyasha or the picture “Surprise Attack.”

BEAUTIFUL

Moaning. Heat. Sweat. This Sesshomaru felt so many, many waves of pleasure through his body. The woman beneath him was astoundingly beautiful.

Her dark brown hair was spread out and her cheeks flushed by the amount of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her ruby eyes were glazed over and her blood red lips whispered

“Sesshomaru…” He felt more tingling in his body as she whispered his name. He started to move faster. In. Out. In. Out. “Sesshomaru….Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru! Sesshomaru!!” She screamed out and…

A scent awoke the sleeping demon lord. Even though he had been having such an erotic dream, he looked no different than usual. He rose, amber eyes searching the area. Jaken and the young girl slept on, not noticing anything. Sesshomaru sniffed the air again.

Could it be Naraku…? He wondered to himself. He ran towards the source of the scent, prepared for battle. He would kill Naraku this time. He moved elegantly through the trees, almost as if they did not exist.

Finally, he reached the place where the scent was strong. Even though his face did not show it, he was surprised to see a feminine figure standing in the clearing.

Dressed in her normally ornate kimono, she stood there, watching him with those haunting ruby eyes. The tip of her fan rested just below her ruby red lips, that were forming a playful smirk. The wind witch-Kagura- stood before him, in a very coy manner.

“What brings you here?” She inquired, her voice luscious and full. Sesshomaru tried to forget about her screaming his name out in pleasure.

“Where is Naraku?” He asked.

“Naraku, Naraku,” Kagura said, waving her fan lazily in the air. “Is that all you and your brother think about?” Sesshomaru did not respond, only watched her. Images from his dream flashed through his mind, no matter how hard he tried to shake them. How the witch moved, how she talked, everything was like a drug to him. Everything that is, except for her stench. He watched her sway as she continued to talk to him-not showing him the respect he deserved, as usual.

Another thing he enjoyed. The fact that she treated him like an equal. It was amusing, to say the least.

“Hey, are you paying attention?” Kagura asked, giving him a bit of a pouty look. “I might slip some important information while you’re zoning out.” Sesshomaru’s eyes stayed on her full lips as she spoke. He wondered if the red was natural or painted on…

Her skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. Everything made her look more like an enchantress than an incarnation of his enemy.

Everything except for that stench. That stench that made him sick to his stomach. Naraku’s vile smell. But something was moving inside of him…A longing…A need…

Images from the dream kept resurfacing. He just wanted to block them out and pay attention to what Kagura was saying, in case in her muddle of nonsense, some information came out. But he couldn’t. He had to…It made no difference that the wind witch smelled strongly of the dark hanyou, Naraku. He had to have her.

In the blink of an eye, Sesshomaru had the vixen by the kimono. In shock, the witch had dropped her fan. He started with her neck…Her ivory neck…Licking, vicious kisses and bites. She tasted so good to him.

And she didn’t seem to mind his actions. In fact, she seemed to enjoy them. Immensely. Sesshomaru moved up to her lips, taking them in a dominating manner. Kagura clutched onto him, deepening the kiss. Sesshomaru wasn’t exactly sure who was the first to open their mouth, but soon their tongues were waging war for dominancy.

Sesshomaru’s hand released her now loose kimono and moved up to undo her hair. It felt like silk in between his fingers…He cradled her head as he continued the kiss, not wanting to break away for air. Unfortunately, the time came when he had to. He looked at Kagura, her face flushed and lips slightly swollen from the force of his kiss. She looked a little dazed and Sesshomaru enjoyed that look.

He bent his head down and gently started to kiss her jaw line. His kisses moved down her neck to her collarbone, where he gently started to suckle. This caused a soft moan to come from the witch’s throat. Sesshomaru’s hand wandered down her back, stopping at the curve in her back. He pulled her closer, destroying any distance that remained between the two heated bodies.

Sesshomaru pulled away and motioned for the woman to join him on the ground. Kagura held a smug look and sat down beside him.

“Hmpf, who knew you could be so horny?” She stated, looking like her coy self. Sesshomaru didn’t answer, just placed his arm around her waist and pulled her into him, gently kissing her shoulder. He tugged at her kimono, annoyed by the fabric. “Slow down, handsome,” Kagura said. “I think we need to start undressing you too…” Sesshomaru raised his eyebrows a bit, the only sign of his amusement. Kagura leaned into him, setting her lips on is in a gentle manner while her hands slide down to his belt.

She swiftly untied it while her lips were still locked with his. His armor fell of to the ground and Kagura allowed her hands to enter his kimono, exploring his well-built chest. Sesshomaru wrapped his arm around her and pulled her down to the ground with him, still not breaking the passion-filled kiss.

Kagura pulled away from the demon lord’s lips and started to allow her lips to explore different areas of his god-like body. Her tongue flicked out as she reached his nipple. He tensed. Kagura smirked mischievously. She gently took the nipple into her mouth and started to tease it.

She enjoyed watching the stoic demon lord lose his demeanor. Her hands traveled down his rock hard muscles in search of a different kind of muscle. Her hand slipped into his hakama. The demon lord looked at her, curious of what her plans were.

Kagura gently traced circles on his skin, moving lower and lower into his hakama. She ran the end of her finger tip gently along his length, getting a small shudder out of the male when she flicked the tip.

Sesshomaru watched the gleam in her eye. She was in control and she knew it. He let out a small growl that was a mix of pleasure and annoyance. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from stroking him-thus controlling him. She looked up at him curiously. He gently rolled over so that he was on top now. He pulled at her belt and completely exposed her to his longing eyes. He knelt his head down to her prefect breast, planting a gently kiss between them. He felt a small jolt from her and smirked, knowing that he was gaining control. He kissed one of her breasts, moving up to the nipple.

He started merely by flicking it with his tongue then started to suck on it. Hard. This caused the woman beneath him to moan, lacing her fingers into his hair. His hand traveled up to her other milky white breast and started to twist the nipple in between his two fingers. This caused even more reaction out of the wind witch, much to Sesshomaru’s pleasure. He released her nipple and his hand traveled further down her body. He placed it on her inner thigh and started to make circular motions with his thumb. He raised his head to look at her face.

Her face was flushed with the pleasure she was feeling. She was letting out soft whimpers of need from her ruby red lips. Sesshomaru moved his hand up her thigh, into her heated area. He lowered his lips to hers as he clenched her clit in between his thumb and finger. Slowly, he started to rub it. He felt her moans reverberate against his lips. He started to rub faster and harder. He pulled away to watch her in her ecstasy.

Beautiful. That was the only word he could think of. Her hair lay across the ground. Her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Her lips were slightly open, allowing moans and sighs of pleasure to escape.

“Mmm…Sessho…Maru,” she panted. Sesshomaru leaned closer to her and started to lick and nibble at her earlobe as he continued to stroke her clit. She grabbed onto him, not wanting to let go.

He released her from his grasp as he felt her nearing her climax. He didn’t want her to reach it quite yet. She let out a disappointed whine and he gently nuzzled her neck, assuring her that it would come. She smirked and ran her delicate hands down his back, pulling his hakama lower. Sesshomaru kicked his shoes off, enabling the woman to remove the pants all the way.

Kagura’s eyes widened as she examined Sesshomaru in the moonlight. She wasn’t entirely sure if this was real. She could not believe that this handsome man, who was the sworn enemy of her master, was doing such-intimate-things with her. Yet here they were, lying together on the grass, naked. And preparing to do even more than that.

She blushed a bit. This would be her…First time. She was only a few months old, after all. Her appearance hid that fact though. Sesshomaru leaned closer to her. His lips were right beside her ear. She could feel his breath against her skin and tensed a bit.

“You are…Beautiful,” he simply said, moving to her lips. Kagura laid there in shock as he kissed her. Suddenly, she felt an intrusion between her legs. Something moved inside of her, breaking something and causing pain mixed with pleasure. She grabbed onto him, the pain surging through her body. She fought back the tears, trying to keep her strong, independent nature.

Sesshomaru froze, pulling away from her lips as she tensed. He raised a delicate eyebrow as he looked at her. She was in pain, but was fighting it. He softly smiled at her. She was strong, like he knew. He waited for her pain to subside a bit. Once he felt her relax, he started to move at a steady pace. Each time, he moved in a little further and started to lose control of himself.

Passion was started to envelope the two. Their bodies entwined and matching the rhythm of the other. Kagura let out a moan of pleasure.

“Uhh…Sesshomaru…” She muttered softly. Sesshomaru lowered his lips, taking her into a passionate kiss as they continued. He could feel her coming. He could feel himself coming. Everything about her was intoxicating. Even her scent now. Because it was different from Naraku’s. It was feminine and covered with his scent.

He pulled away from her to let out a moan of pleasure. Soon, very soon. Kagura’s moan pierced the night as she came. Sesshomaru’s soon followed. He released himself inside of her, collapsing on top of her. He slowly pulled himself out of the entanglement and looked down at her. Beautiful.

He smirked, knowing that he was the first to take her. To make her his. Even though she was a relatively young demon, that accomplishment makes any man smug.

“Hey, what’s with that look?” Kagura asked, touching the tip of his nose with her finger. “Don’t think that just because you got me to lie with you, means you own me, got it? I’m going to be free like the wind someday, without anything to hold me down. So don’t gimme that look.” Sesshomaru scoffed in an amused manner. He laid down on his side and pulled her into him, kissing her with as much passion as possible. The woman wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the affection. When the two pulled away, she looked him in the eye. “But…I suppose you can hold me down for this one night…”