Grip the Reigns by Caleesci [Oneshot #071 - Breathless]
Title: Grip the Reigns
Author: Caleesci
Theme: Breathless
Genre: Dominate, some lust
Rating: K
Warnings: Sesshomaru is a little rough!
Word Count: 973
Summary: Kagome will never be able to forget the memory of a dominant Sesshomaru.
Kagome had seen Sesshomaru many times in her time traveling with his half brother Inuyasha. She would admit that yes he was a strikingly handsome man, but it had never really gone beyond that. He had always been to perfect and beautiful to truly even be looked at as manly. When he fought, it was so fast and fluid that it seemed to be rehearsed and expected. Though it was most definitely admirable and you had to respect the daiyoukai for he was easily the strongest in the land, perhaps even the world but that was where it had always ended, at respect. However that had all changed on the day they encountered Sesshomaru and a dragon.
They had felt the aura of the two battling youkai, and against their leader’s wishes they had gone to investigate. As the trees parted to a clearing, the sight that greeted her would forever be burned into her memory. Standing at the center of the field was a dragon well over three times the size of Ah Un. Its scales were like obsidian blades, shimmering beautifully in the sun. It had massive wings that were spread across the area, casting shade beneath their wide expanse. Trees around them had caught fire from its breath and the ground had been torn asunder by the sharp claws and wicked tail. It was glaring at his foe with blood red eyes. A few hundred paces from the dragon stood Sesshomaru and Kagome had barley stifled the gasp. The wind was whipping his hair about his body, giving him a wild appearance. The flames from the trees cast its fiery glow which shown in the silvery locks. His eyes were alive with heat of the challenge and a dark smirk showed his fangs. The clothing covering his torso had been shed, leaving his chiseled torso to her view. She had always known him to be a great fighter, but the muscular packed body he kept underneath his normal silk clothing had not been what she had expected. Perhaps she had expected the young adolescent body of Inuyasha, lean and tone instead of defined and rigid. The pants her wore were vastly different than the usual and seemed to be made of thick hide. They fell low upon his waist, leaving an alluring dip that if Kagome were closer, she would have seen that it showed off a trail of silvery white hair. Within his hand he held a length of bound leather rope that was laced with strong magic of his own youkai.
Her appraisal of his form was cut short as the dragon charged its attack. Sesshomaru leapt gracefully from the path of claws, his hair flying madly about him. As his feet touched the ground, he crouched low, one knee bent while the other positioned straight out beside him. One hand was touching the ground and the other grasping the rope like a whip. His hair fell in front of him, but Kagome could clearly see the gilded orbs shining through the mess of silver strands. That was when time seemed to slow. Sesshomaru moved forward, his body glistening with perspiration from the heat of the fire breathing reptile. He lifted his hand that grasped the rope and flung it forward. The rope struck the dragon on the snout where it wound itself around and clamped it shut. Pulling, using the robe as a means of momentum, Sesshomaru flung himself onto the back of the dragon between the powerful wings. Reaching forward he grasped the other end of the rope, and used his poison to melt the leather together, creating a bridle of sorts. He pulled the two ends and used them as reigns. His powerful thighs clamped around the shoulders of the thrashing dragon to keep himself steady. Pulling on his crafted reigns, the dragon reared up its head with a muffled roar as it could not open its mouth. Beating its powerful wings the dragon took to the sky, attempting to dislodge the daiyoukai on its back. Snapping the reigns and using the youkai stored within the rope’s confines he unleashed his magic upon the dragon. He heard its roar of pain and it fell back against the ground, its body growing tired from the magic. The mighty beast stilled; its breathing slowing down as it calmed.
Sesshomaru sat atop the mighty beast, his muscles tight and flexed as he held the reigns firmly. The sight left Kagome breathless. His back was arched and his hips thrust forward as he leaned back to keep the reigns taught. His hair was disheveled in a handsome way covering his face and body. The pants he wore were dark, contrasting against the paleness of his skin. Kagome was instantly reminded of a dashing cowboy breaking a horse like she had seen in the American Westerns.
“Keh, show off.” Inuyasha muttered, not failing to catch the scent of the two females present, especially Kagome’s.
“Is he… is he taming the dragon?” Kagome asked incredulously. Inuyasha nodded.
“You are mine.” Sesshomaru declared to the beast beneath him. The crimson eyes of the dragon seemed to burn brighter as it lowered its head in submission.
Kagome watch in rapt fascination, her body tingling in awe of the sight she had just witnessed. Sesshomaru had turned to look at her then, his hand still resting upon the brow of the dragon. His eyes were burning with victory, and Kagome felt her knees weaken. She saw his lips curl back into a feral grin. Kagome had never felt so alive despite the fact that her body felt like it was a burning inferno. Even the wind from the dragon as it took to the air, carrying its new master did nothing to cool her heated body. Instead, it only left Kagome breathless once more.