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The night is a chilly one this time; so early into the season. Koga didn’t expect cold nights for another few weeks. The air tickled his heated skin, sending goosebumps all over his flesh.
Koga pants as his tongue hangs from his parted lips. A howl rips from his throat as his partner slams into his prostate. Saliva dribbles from his chin and onto the soil; Koga trembles on his hands and knees, his cock oozing precum as he feels another orgasm near; this would be his third one tonight.
His partner held him tightly, hands squeezing his hips in a bruising grip; his nails practically dug into his flesh. Merciless with his thrusts, Sesshomaru’s pace is swift, pistolling inside him and jabbing at his bundle of nerves each time without fail. He always knew where to aim, where to bite, kiss, and touch; always the wiser on how to make a former alpha submit. It was always like this in their sessions; always unexpected, always rough, and always in the dead silence of the night. Koga wonders if this is Sesshomaru’s way of keeping him as his dirty little secret.
Koga growls, a whimper soon following as his head is pulled back. Sesshomaru tugs hard, craning his neck back as far as it could.
“Scream for me, sub!” Sesshomaru practically snarls. Koga wonders if Sesshomaru even knew his name.
Nevertheless, Koga cries out in bliss as the vigor in Sesshomaru’s thrusts becomes sporadic. The rough slam of those hips is ruthless, causing Koga to bounce against his partner's crotch. The sound of skin slapping became evident in the quiet night, though incomparable to the squelching sound of Koga's sopping entrance.
Koga’s sack tightens and his toes curl as his lower belly coils. Koga fists the grass beneath them, voice growing hoarse as his throat insists on raising in volume.
“Se-Sesshomaru!” Koga moans as his orgasm rips through his body. Strings of cum spurt from his inflamed head, pouring onto the grass beneath him. Koga convulses, gasping for breath desperately like a fish out of water. His vision clouds over, stars twinkling over his field of vision. He trembles, spasming as he feels himself giving out, unable to support his own weight anymore. But, Koga didn’t have the chance to relax as his mate has yet to cum himself.
Koga bites back a whimper, growling instead as Sesshomaru tugs painfully on his scalp. His walls pulse around Sesshomaru’s cock, milking him, coaxing him to release his seed. Any minute now the Demon Lord will reach his peak and pull out to pour his essence onto his spine and tail, as he always did. The Wolf Prince still has yet to experience his alpha’s knot.
Yet, Koga gasps as Sesshomaru’s knot continues to poke and prod at his rim. He shivers. It feels large; Koga isn’t sure he could fit it inside, not that he wanted it! He knew Sesshomaru’s length is taller in size compared to him, but he wonders if his knot is bigger, fatter.
Sesshomaru’s growl alone causes the leaves around them to vibrate and fall around them. Koga bit his bottom lips, holding back his moans. He didn’t want to give his partner the satisfaction of his whimpers. Koga’s hair is finally released from his partner’s harsh hold, and Koga didn’t have the luxury of relishing in it as Sesshomaru grabs the base of his tail. Koga’s gasps turn into a cry of surprise, pain, and pleasure all in one as Sesshomaru plunges his knot inside. Koga spasms, body twitching as his walls are forcibly spread apart to accommodate Sesshomaru’s size. Koga shudders, mewling as the muscle inside him expands, fully securing itself inside its mate’s warm cavern.
Sesshomaru’s hot seed pours into him, and Koga’s already flushed features burn a deep red color over his cheeks.
Sesshomaru actually knotted him! The heat of his cum fills him up, and Koga couldn’t help the wanting moan that slips from his lips.
Finally, they formally mated this time!
Koga collapses on the ground, his torso falling slack on the grass as his hips remain glued to his partner. Sesshomaru pants, exhausted himself as he trembles from above Koga. He still held a tight grip on Koga’s tail, keeping the Wolf Prince steady on his length. Koga shivers, the cold earth feeling amazing against his skin. Stars continue to play over his tired orbs; the ringing in his ears muted out any sounds around him, no longer able to hear the Demon Lord's labored breaths. If Koga would say so himself, this is their best session yet.
After a long moment of catching their breaths and riding out their orgasms, Sesshomaru is the first to break the silence. “We… We will remain united this way for a while. Let’s hope it doesn’t last the night.”
Koga nods, forcing himself to chuckle as he retorts, “Don’t wanna be stuck to me, huh?”
Sesshomaru didn’t answer, instead, he repositions the two of them on the ground. Sesshomaru brought Koga’s back against his chest and heaved them until they are both lying on their left side.
Koga sighs, thankful to finally have a moment's rest. A deep flush remains on his face, vastly aware of the warm body pressed against his backside. He is glad to be facing away from Sesshomaru, Koga didn’t want his mate to know the joy he felt to be knotted and held this way. Sesshomaru didn’t care for such trivial things after all. Koga wonders, should he himself have mated with a beta or an omega, would they share an estranged relationship with Koga as he does with Sesshomaru? This is certainly not what he expected to come out of becoming mated to someone.
It felt… wrong.
As a wolf pup, Koga was told the stories of becoming mated. Briefly did the adults touch on the subject of the birds and the bees, because finding a mate is a sacred thing to a wolf. The elders were sure to thoroughly explain the importance of it; from explaining his role as an alpha and venturing off to find a mate, to emphasizing that the mate of his choosing is for life; the wrong choice will haunt you forever. For the Yōrō clan, once you choose a mate and mark them, then that mate will be yours to follow into the next life; bonded together by the red string of fate.
The junction between Koga’s neck and shoulder tingles on his right side, reminding himself of the day Sesshomaru marked him. Sharp fangs had sunk into his flesh, forever marking Koga as mate of the Demon Lord. The mark had healed over, but the scarring is still there for all to see. They were mates, stuck together forever and the next life times to come. Koga isn’t sure how he felt about that yet since he still knew little to nothing about the demon who marked him.
Did his parents have the same problem?
Koga hardly knew them, for they died in battle over their eastern territory. Although the Yōrō clan was victorious over the war of their land, they lost two great leaders. Koga was left to be taken care of by the clan and was raised to be the alpha that the tribe has been missing. Of course, Koga missed his parents but there was never a moment where he felt lonesome from their departure. The elders were sure to shower him with love and affection, as well as paint the picture-perfect relationship that was the mated pair of Koga’s parents.
There were many variations of his parent’s love story; from growing up as childhood friends to meeting gazes and instantly sensing the connection. The elders explained that his parents were lovers in a past lifetime, so they were instantly drawn to each other. Never did they quarrel nor doubt the other’s love. They were the perfect example of a mated pair.
Through the inspiring love story that was his parents, Koga always hoped for his own love story to commence; to love and cherish, to exploit his mate to the world, “Hey, this is my forever mate!” He often fantasized about their first meeting as well; rescuing them from peril, meeting them by chance, or even dabbling in the idea that his mate wouldn’t even be a demon. He didn’t care after all; demon or human, omegas, betas, or even an alpha, it was all the same to him. Koga craved the same relationship that his parents harbored, but it seems he gained the opposite of what is supposed to be a happily ever after.
Koga listens intently to Sesshomaru’s breathing patterns, wondering if he had fallen asleep. His inhales were deep and steady, ghosting over the back of Koga’s head. The wolf demon sighs as he quietly brings his arm up to cushion his own head. Koga’s glare falls to the grass, tracing the length of the trim leaves, wondering how much longer he’d have to remain attached to the stone-cold prick.
Koga’s thoughts took him back to the night it all started.
Koga had purposely wandered away from his clan due to his rut. An alpha in rut is often aggressive and irrational, so Koga didn’t want to subject his feral heat to his underlings. For their safety and well-being, he left them to fend for themselves for a night or two. A mistake on his part…
Koga had crossed paths with the Demon Lord that evening who two was in heat; Koga could tell by the heavy scent of his pheromone in his musk. Both Sesshomaru and himself were short of breath, sweating, just riding out the heat of their rut that neither of them could control what was to come next. Unable to hold back their instincts, Koga and Sesshomaru clashed then and there. Neither demon held back, the blows of their attack were enough to bruise and batter them both. Blood was shed, though not at all life-threatening; their clothes were torn to shreds, their armor had been damaged and destroyed as well, and both demons put up a promising fight before Koga couldn’t hold his own anymore. Sesshomaru had won the battle.
Then, as Koga took what he thought was his final breath against the cratered ground, Sesshomaru took him by surprise as he towered over him. Then, the Demon Lord was forcing a bruising kiss on him, and Koga remembers growling from the rough action. He struggled, using the last bit of fight that remained inside him, but Koga submitted to the greater alpha in the end and instead parted his legs for the one above him.
Despite their exhaustion from battle, Koga and Sesshomaru made love— had sex for hours. Two hot bodies collided together, both moaning and growling, drenched in each other’s smell and essence. Koga lost himself in the pleasure, begging and moaning for the Demon Lord to go faster, harder; Sesshomaru didn’t fail to oblique with his whims. They were loud, feral, and completely lost in each other’s presence.
The next morning, Koga had awoken cold, alone, and naked under a tree with his neck coated in dry blood.
The Demon Lord had marked him.
At first, Koga was surprised and angry; how dare that arrogant dog mark him and just leave him the way he did?
Then he was shocked and annoyed; how did he lose himself so easily and allow another alpha to take him?!
Then, after the embarrassment and frustration settled, Koga was left to wonder; what did this mean for him and Sesshomaru? When will he see him again…?
It wouldn’t be for another month until Sesshomaru came back. Koga was on patrol, guarding his mountains as the pack slept soundly, that’s when his mate made his ugly appearance. Koga was understandably upset with Sesshomaru; he hadn't seen or heard from his mate in a month. Perhaps it was the alpha in Koga that caused him to pounce and pin Sesshomaru to the ground by the neck. He snarled at him, set on punishing the other for disappearing. He wanted to ravage him, make Sesshomaru his this time.
But Koga wouldn’t win their second battle.
Sesshomaru had easily overpowered him, and without so much as an apology or an explanation for his departure, the Demon Lord came for one clear goal; and that was to have his way with Koga. Sesshomaru fucked him, hard and ruthlessly as if he were the one punishing Koga for his defiance. Koga enjoyed it nonetheless; like the first night he was lost in the sheer bliss of sex; the bliss of belonging to someone. Koga recalls how happy he felt that night, how needy he became like an omega desperate for his alpha’s attention. He couldn’t help himself, he actually missed his mate. But even through all the rough kisses, harsh bites, and being in each other’s embrace, Koga should have known better; he found himself alone once again that morning.
And so began their secret affair, as Koga would call it.
They would find each other, whether that meant Sesshomaru sought him out or they came across each other’s path by accident. Always in the dead of night, without a soul nearby to disturb them; they would collide and fight for dominance before the victor claimed his prize. Never would they greet each other nor would a conversation ensue; their meetings were strictly for sex and sex only.
Koga isn’t sure when he lost the will to fight for Sesshomaru’s submission, perhaps around the same time the feeling of dread would follow after their nights of passion; but that feeling has been there since their second night together. Even now the apprehension lingers in his chest. As they met for their nightly activities, Koga would just let his mate grab him as he pleased before making lo— before mating!
Koga bites down on his jaw, glaring at the ground as his hands turn to fists. He swallows the lump in his throat. The excitement he felt in the beginning, he was naive to think Sesshomaru would commit to becoming a formal mate. The elders instilled in his head that by finding a mate you will find warmth, peace, and love. Koga has never felt more cold in his life, and it was not just because the nights were chilly. There was no peace within himself for the thoughts of Sesshomaru caring for him continued to plague him; and love… It’s evident that love isn’t there.
The elders would look down on him for this, his parents were undoubtedly disappointed in him. He was raised to be the perfect alpha and lead with the perfect example of a mate, instead, he’s knotted to a demon that doesn’t even greet him with a smile.
To Sesshomaru he is nothing but a past time—
“I can smell your tears.”
Koga jolts in surprise, gasping at the deep sound of his mate’s voice so close to his ears. He shivers, emitting the tiniest sound as Sesshomaru pressed firmly against his backside.
“Yo-You’re imagining things,” Koga insists, shifting his head towards the ground; Sesshoamru had moved enough to look over his shoulder. Koga wipes at his face with his able hand, and sure enough, his cheeks are dampened with his tears. Shit. He didn’t notice he started crying. Koga huffs, furiously rubbing his eyes to stop the tears.
“I thought you’d fallen asleep, but it seems you’re deep in thought—”
“Like I said,” Koga interrupts, “You’re imagining things.”
He didn’t want to touch on the subject, not when they were stuck to each other. He felt ridiculous for becoming upset in the first place. Koga is an alpha, he shouldn’t let something like this affect him. He needs to suck it up and just leave things as they are, no matter how much it hurts, alpha’s must always remain strong.
Sesshomaru remained quiet for a moment and Koga is relieved that his mate isn’t prodding at him. But then, Koga flinches as a calloused palm rests on his hip. Koga’s heart skips a beat as he waits for that hand on him to do something, but it remains rested on his skin.
“The silence is deafening, is it not?” Sesshomaru says, his hot breath ghosting over Koga’s reddened ear. Koga bit his bottom lip, choosing not to answer as Sesshomaru made conversation. “I asked myself, how could that be when there isn’t a sound in the night? No bird chimes or a crickets tune… not even a howl in the night.”
“Where are ya getting at?” Koga questions. His brows furrow from the other’s ridicule.
“Your thoughts, wolfling, it’s screaming into the night.”
“You’re insane!”
“The evidence is in your distress.”
“I’m not distressed!” Koga snaps. He turns his head towards his mate as far as comfortable to glare into golden orbs. Koga bristles, angered by the apathetic look of Sesshomaru’s hollow eyes. He growls deeply before tearing his gaze away and settling back down. “If you can’t sleep it’s on you. Don’t blame me.”
“What plagues you, wolf?” Sesshomaru however insists. His hand slithers from Koga’s hip to his stomach. He presses the pads of his fingers below his navel, prodding and nudging at the skin. “Perhaps I was too rough on you.”
Koga gasps as Sesshomaru ruts his hips lazily against him, shifting his knot inside him. His hands continue to push and massage his pelvic area, rubbing at the bulge of his belly. H-Had that always been there?
“S-Stop,” Koga says through grit teeth. He shivers as small jolts of pleasure coarse to his groin, sparking his arousal back to life. The damn dog…!
“No, it isn’t pain you weep so pitifully over. There wasn’t a chance for you to dwell on pain if there was any. You were lost on my cock, screaming my name in sheer bliss, practically begging with your cries to cum all those times,” Sesshomaru said as he continued to roll his hips at his slow tempo. He presses his nose to the crook of Koga’s neck and sniffles intently.
Koga bites back a moan as Sesshomaru’s teeth graze over his scar. His neck feels hot as excited tingles surge to his chest. Koga trembles, his body becoming hot all over again from Sesshomaru’s teasing. No, he won’t allow himself to be swayed by the dog’s antics. His chest tightens that much more as Sesshomaru continues to mock him.
“I said st-stop you d-damn dog!” Koga demands weakly through a clogged throat.
“I will do so when you explain yourself, Wolf.”
Koga curses internally as Sesshomaru continues to tease him. He swallows thickly, choosing to ignore his partner as best as he could. However, he can’t very much ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his head. He refuses to tell Sesshomaru. He won't allow this bastard to see his vulnerable side, his unmet needs, his hurt… The dog demon will only mock him further and look down on him; Koga’s sure of it!
Koga jolts in surprise as the same hand on his stomach makes it's way down to his pubic area. Sesshomaru’s nails comb through the thick patch of black fur, causing Koga to shiver from the scrape of those claws. Koga then yelps as Sesshomaru bites down on the healed mark over his neck, eliciting his body to pulse excitedly. Koga pants heatedly, his mind bringing him back to when Sesshomaru first marked him. Koga arches his back, moaning softly as Sesshomaru firmly presses himself flushed against Koga. The speed of his thrusts became that much quicker, and Koga couldn’t stop himself from uttering his mate’s name. It all felt so wonderful, the way his hand teases him without touching his dick, the way his lips suckle on his scar, the way he held Koga so intimately… except, he isn’t holding Koga. Sesshomaru is just playing games with him, again!
Koga bites down on his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut, trying his best to ignore the pleasure that continues to coax him. It isn’t until his mate’s fingers trace the base of his cock that Koga finally acts. He growls loudly as his hand moves to push Sesshomaru’s forehead roughly. Awkwardly as he did so, Koga successfully managed to push those lips away from his scar.
“I said stop, you damn dog. I don’t want—” Koga’s words were caught off as the hand previously tormenting him grabs his wrists in a bruising grip. Sesshomaru pulls Koga’s hand from his face with ease and Koga grimaces. With a menacing rumble of his chest, he tugs his hand away from Sesshomaru’s grasp, but that only served in Sesshomaru grabbing his face. His mate squeezes his cheek’s in between his fingers and forces Koga to crane his head to look his way.
“I’m growing impatient, wolfling. You will tell me what harbors your mind and you will tell me now,” Sesshomaru says firmly with no room for discussion whatsoever. Sesshomaru ceases all movement, no longer grinding against him or teasing him with his hands. His partner merely glares into his own eyes, demanding Koga to express himself, and the wolf demon could no longer contain himself.
“You damn dog…!” Koga hisses. “Do you even know my name?!”
“What?”
“My name… Do you know it?!” Koga snarls. The lump in his throat grew heavy but that didn't stop Koga from growling. “Wolf, Wolfing, I have a name…! I… h-hate it… I hate everything about this, you damn mutt!”
“You’re saying you hate me?” Sesshomaru questions.
“No— Yes— I don’t know! I hate… I just…!” Koga let out a shaky breath as his tears freely ran down his cheeks. So much for holding onto his last shred of dignity. Koga averts his gaze from Sesshomaru’s own intense ones. Swallowing thickly, he continues, “I hate not seeing you… I hate not waking up to you in the nest, not being able to hold you whenever I want… I hate everything about what we are doing…”
Koga sniffles as Sesshomaru finally releases his face. Koga turns away once again and presses his face onto the dirt. He nuzzles the grass, it being the only bit of comfort he will have tonight. He takes a shaky deep breath and proceeds, “This shit we are doing isn’t right… Mates are supposed to remain together, to protect each other, to assure each other when the other has doubts… Moving in and having pups… Where the hell do you need to be that you can’t stay for your mate?”
Koga hiccups, the weight of his turmoil weighing heavy on his chest. All this time he hated the thought of his partner not being by his side, but it isn’t until now did he realize how worthless he felt.
He is unwanted by his own mate.
“B-Bastard,” Koga says through hiccups. He wipes at his drenched cheeks, sniffling as he tries to calm himself down. “W-why the hell did you mark me if ya d-don’t even care, huh? We were both in rut then. Ya could’ve k-killed me but instead, you made us mates. Why? You were just trying to mock me, weren’t you?” Koga forcibly laughs. “Mocking a former alpha from losing to another, cocky ba—!”
Koga jolts as the same hand from earlier forces him to meet Sesshomaru’s gaze once again. Koga swallows down his hics, sniffling as he tries his best to glare at the other through his tears. Did Koga strike a nerve with Sesshomaru? Koga’s heart is hammering in his chest at the sight of Sesshomaru’s soft glare. Those empty eyes seem to express a bit of emotion this time. Koga felt so small in that intense stare. His cheeks dust a dark red color, embarrassment settling in. He must look pathetic, an alpha crying for another. What’s happened to him over the course of a few months? He has gone soft for a bastard mate like this.
“F-Forget what I said, alright?” Koga tries to reason. He tugs his face away from the demanding hand but to no avail; he averts his gaze away, glaring at the branches and leaves over his vision, at anything to keep from staring at the other.
Sesshomaru’s deep hum causes Koga’s stomach to twist in all sorts of directions. “I thought I mated with an alpha…,” Sesshomaru starts, rubbing circles into Koga’s jaw with his thumb. “But it seems this alpha is just an omega begging for attention, a wolfling.”
“I’m an alpha you dumb dog!” Koga snarls, persistent in pulling away from Sesshomaru’s grip but the other continues to hold him tighter.
“What proof do you have that you’re an alpha, wolfling?” Sesshomaru inquires, and Koga gawks in shock.
With a red and angry face, Koga demands, “Are you serious? Did you forget we were both in rut? We fought for dominance for hours before you marked me!”
“And how long was our battle?” Sesshomaru then asks, and Koga’s features twitch.
“Is your memory that bad?!” Koga asks with a frustrated growl. “We fought for hours! The sun was barely setting when we met, and we fought almost all the way to morning before you marked me.” Sesshomaru hums in answer to which Koga sneers deeply. “Are you trying to piss me off, mutt?!” Koga clicks his tongue. He didn’t understand Sesshomaru one bit nor understand why he asked such a random question. Is this dog messing with his head now too? Did Sesshomaru seriously forget the circumstances of how they met, and why they fought?
“Alright, wise guy, hurry up and take this knot out of me so I can pound you to a pulp! Do you think I’m just going to let you mess with me and get away with it?!” Koga demands, challenging the Demon Lord to another fight. Each and every time they fought Sesshomaru would win their battles, but this time Koga felt certain he could take on the bastard!
“You stopped sobbing.”
“What?!” The fingers cupping Koga’s jaw finally release him, and Koga huffs in response. Koga’s cheeks flush as he realized he did stop hiccuping and tearing up. He wipes his face with the back of his hand. Did Sesshomaru ask him those stupid questions to get him to stop crying? Somehow Koga doubted that notion, but his cheeks darken either way. Koga didn’t have a chance to dwell on the idea however as he is soon tensing up once again.
Koga gasps as two arms snake their way around his waist, tickling his skin before embracing him. Sesshomaru is holding him!
“Wh-What are you doing?” Koga sputters, fidgeting in embarrassment now as his own shaky hands try to pry Sesshomaru free from him. “D-Don’t force yourself to hold me just because I cried, I don’t need your pity!”
“Tell me, Koga of the Easter Wolf tribe,” Sesshomaru begins, surprising said wolf demon enough to gasp. Koga's eyes widen at the sound of his own name being uttered through his mate's lips. “How many demons do you believe challenge me on a day-to-day basis?”
“I-I don’t know,” Koga stutters, embarrassed. His hand goes to place itself over his own mouth, unsure of what to do with himself. His heart is hammering in his chest and his stomach feels weird and fluttery. He is happy to hear his own name being said through those lips… But he shouldn’t be too happy about it! So what if Sesshomaru knew his name? It won’t blind him from the problem at hand.
“I-I think,” Koga however decides to play Sesshomaru’s odd game of twenty questions. “A dozen… maybe more?”
Sesshomaru hums, “And how many of those demons do you think live to see another day?”
“Shit… no-not many.”
“None at all,” Sesshomaru affirms. His arms squeeze Koga that much harder and Koga emits a tiny sound as Sesshomaru nuzzles his cheek against Koga’s own affectionately. He bites down on his lip to keep from making any more weird noises. He knows he wanted attention but this felt strange; awkward.
“As the Demon Lord, I have any enemies threatening to take my throne. There is but a handful of demons in my court that I trust with my life, which in turn means it should have been impossible for me to find a mate. Yet, here you are…”
Koga is surprised to feel a deep rumble vibrate from Sesshomaru. It is a strong, gentle pur that makes Koga feel a bit relaxed. Is Sesshomaru purring because of him? Isn’t he a dog demon and not a cat demon?
“Your scent back then…,” Sesshomaru pauses to take a whiff of Koga’s neck, pressing his nose intently to the junction of his neck and shoulder; and after a few sniffs, with a shaky breath, Sesshomaru moans, “ Sweet yet savory, musky yet earthy. My curiosity peaked and led me in pursuit of your glorious smell. Who does this fragrance belong to? ”
Sesshomaru’s chuckle sent goosebumps over Koga’s arms. He swallows nervously, hesitating to glance at the man pressed so intimately against him. Is this really Sesshomaru holding him? The demon who would disappear for weeks at a time? The demon who wouldn’t say so much as a “hello” to Koga?
“I watched you, you know. Though I doubt you nor your underlings noticed my presence. I watched the way you guided your pack into the hunting grounds, watched the way you helped the wounded, and watched the way you held a keen, protective eye over them. What a devoted alpha this wolfling is, he even went as far as leaving the pack to take care of his rut alone.”
“You-you were there the whole time?” Koga asks, bewildered at the other’s confession.
“I was~,” Sesshomaru says in a deep husky voice that causes the hairs on the back of Koga’s neck to rise.
“S-So what, you’re saying you’re a creepy stalker?”
“Perhaps. I wanted to be sure of the demon I planned on making mine~.”
Koga gasps as Sesshomaru nibbles on his pointed ear, gnawing on it gently before suckling on his lobe. Koga involuntarily thrusts his hips, reminded of his forgotten arousal as Sesshomaru’s love bites made his body tingle. Koga soon moans wantingly as Sesshomaru’s hands grab him, one went to grab at his cock while the other firmly grasped his left pectoral. Sesshomaru steadily pumps him while simultaneously rolling Koga’s mound in his palm.
“W-What made you decide to choose me?” Koga wonders through a moan.
“At first I was set on killing you,” Sesshomaru explains nonchalantly, but Koga whines as Sesshomaru pinches his hardening nipple. “I held no interest in owning a mate, and yet your pheromones were so intoxicating. I’m surprised I didn’t attack you sooner in front of your underlings.”
Sesshomaru twists his wrist over Koga’s cock, paying extra attention to the inflamed mushroom head. Koga groans deeply, bucking his hips desperately into his mate’s striped hand. However, Sesshomaru’s hiss and growl causes Koga to flinch and pause his innocent thrusts.
“My knot,” Sesshomaru explains calmly, thrusting his hips sharply for emphasis and pushing his muscle that much deeper into Koga’s ass. “You’re pulling on it.”
Koga whimpers, trembling as he nods in understanding. He squeezes his legs shut, trying to calm himself down. His walls are pulsing around the knot inside him, itching for another pounding, but he refuses to go further. He is curious to hear more; what made him worthy of the Demon Lord?
With a sharp intake of breath, Sesshomaru continues, “When we finally challenged each other, my goal was to kill you with one strike. But your agility and strength surprised me. You dodged my poison claws, blocked my punches, and managed to draw blood from my person.” Sesshomaru chuckles as if he remembered a fond summer memory, and Koga isn’t sure if to feel creeped out or excited.
“Despite the odds so heavily in my favor, you were relentless. You didn’t back down no matter how many times I brought you to your knees. Your adamant behavior could have very well killed you, but even in death you wouldn’t back down. Our battle lasted for hours, and you’ve left me dripping with perspiration, panting with excitement with my fangs ready to sink into you. Yes, I must have him .”
Koga whines, fidgeting and twitching as the hand on his cock squeezes him, jerking him faster. Koga moaned, trying his hardest to listen to Sesshomaru but he couldn’t help but shudder as he’s sure Sesshoamru’s cock hardened and grew inside of him. He bites down on his lip as the bulge over his belly seems to have grown larger!
“Your furiosity is why I marked you. Your persistence to stay alive, to win; what more could I ask for in a perfect mate? Strong and powerful, able and tactile. I had to mark the Wolf Prince of the Yōrō clan, and to this day I know I’ve made the right choice~.”
“Se-Sesshomaru!” Koga moans wantonly. His mate bucks his hips into Koga, rutting his erection deep inside, scraping past Koga's prostate each time. Koga’s mouth hung agape the whole time, eliciting a flurry of moans and whimpers. Sesshomaru’s lips had found their way to his neck again, suckling on his flesh and leaving his mark on Koga.
Koga’s cheeks dust a darker hue, his heart is about ready to burst out of his chest. His stomach couldn’t stop its endless fluttering as his mind raced. The idea is hard for him to fathom, it felt almost like a fantasy; Sesshomaru actually cared for him. From knowing his name, his title, and even going as far as to compliment his abilities, Sesshomaru was there the whole time to watch; plotting on how to make the Wolf Prince his. Knowing how his mate thought so highly of him, even going as far as to praise him made Koga feel accepted and overjoyed. Suddenly Sesshomaru’s touch felt that much more intimate against his flesh that Koga couldn’t help but arch wantingly into him.
But yet, despite Sesshomaru revealing his true feelings, it still wasn’t enough for Koga. He wanted so much more out of their bond!
Koga’s stomach burns and his sack tightens; Sesshomaru is grinding sporadically into him, prodding at his bundle of nerves each time with his hand furiously pumping his cock. Koga’s breathing became heavy as he is close to the edge, but he didn’t want to cum, not yet! He knew the instant he climaxes, Sesshomaru will leave him again. Koga will be left all alone.
Koga sniffles with tears caught in the corners of his eyes. He didn’t want their old estranged relationship to continue, he wanted so much more; to learn about Sesshomaru’s likes and dislikes, to learn about his upbringing, to learn about his favorite meals; Koga didn’t want to go back wondering when will be the next time they see each other—
Koga flinched as the hand formally on his chest went to cup his face, tenderly this time. His bottom lip quivers as he’s forced to meet Sesshomaru’s gaze once again; this time golden irises are warm and welcoming. Koga’s shaky orbs gaze intently into Sesshomaru, unable to hold back the whimper that escapes his lips.
“C-can’t you stay with me?” Koga pleads pitifully. His tears stream down his face as he nuzzles the hand on his face. “Please…?”
“I cannot.”
“We’re mates, we have to be together. I want what mates are supposed to have, don’t you want that too?!” Koga pours his heart out, saying anything in hopes for Sesshomaru to stay, but even he knew his words wouldn’t reach the Demon Lord. “Please! I don’t want to be alone, not again...”
Sesshomaru stops his actions and releases his hold on Koga’s cock. His arm encircles Koga, embracing him once again, tightly. Placing one kiss over Koga’s cheek, the Demon Lord says, “But you’re not alone, my Wolf Prince. You have your underlings at your side.”
“No, it’s not the same as a mate!” Koga insists, shaking his head no. Koga squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his jaw as a way to contain his sobs. But as Sesshomaru drew him closer, Koga emits a whimper once a pair of thin lips meets his own.
Sesshomaru firmly presses into Koga, slowly and lovingly taking the lead in a smooth and gentle motion. Koga’s hiccups are caught between their shared lips, but that didn’t stop either of them from each other. Sesshomaru’s lips feel soft against his own chapped ones, moving in an experienced manner. Koga’s cheeks darken in realization that this could very well be their first real kiss. Their first tender kiss…
Sesshomaru is soon pulling away gently, their lips creating the tiniest smack as they pull apart.
“There’s nothing more I want than to create a home with you, my beloved, but my reasonings for my departures are the very same reasons why you remain with your pack. You govern and lead, protect and fend for your underlings. As the Demon Lord my duties are the same. I can’t expect you to abandon your tribe, for I know a wolf’s loyalty is to their pack. Although I have more enemies rather than a loyal pack by my side, I have to protect the Western Lands.”
Koga sniffles, looking down disappointingly as he nods in understanding. Often he’d forget who his mate is. The Demon Lord of the Western Lands is his mate, and Koga didn’t take into account the meaning behind earning such a title. Sesshomaru, like himself, has people to lead and territory to protect. He can’t possibly expect Sesshomaru to drop everything for him, it would be the same as abandoning his clan. Hakkaku, Ginta, his friends, and wolves, they wouldn’t know what to do without his guidance. They need their alpha.
“I’m sorry…,” Koga mutters an apology. He couldn't control the waterworks however, his face completely drenched in tears. He sniffles as Sesshoamru nuzzles their noses together, pecking his cheeks with gentle kisses.
“You needn’t apologize, for it’s entirely my fault for neglecting you, my Wolf Prince,” Sesshomaru says in a hushed tone. They remain snuggled against one another with their legs in a tangled mess. Sesshomaru’s purr continues to vibrate as he tries his best to soothe his mate. The silence is no longer deafening, and the atmosphere is no longer tense; they were instead nestled in each other’s warmth.
“Remember this, Koga. When your nest seems empty and the darkness is especially forlorn, know that I will always find my way back to you, harboring the same lonesome feelings without you… My promise to you is a shared home together one day.”
With a nod of his head, Koga presses their lips together and whispers between their kisses, “Don’t keep me waiting...”
Sesshomaru hums in answer before devouring Koga in a deep kiss. Koga shudders, moaning as his mate’s tongue collides with his own. They savor each other’s moist insides, suckling on each other’s lips as their muscles touch every nook and cranny. The hand on Koga’s face massages and caresses Koga’s dampen cheeks.
Koga no longer feels the pain in his chest anymore, though he knew it will make its ugly return once he finds himself alone again; this time he knew the feeling wouldn’t linger for long. For now, with the assurance of his lover’s affection and yearning for him, Koga chose to dwell in the warmth of his mate's arms, in the tenderness of his love for Koga.
Koga separates from their heated kiss, a string of saliva hung in between them. Then, Koga bashfully ground his rear back into Sesshomaru’s knot. “Can you… make me cum?” he pleads in a tiny voice. Sesshomaru’s chuckle sent shivers down his spine, and Koga bit his bottom lip as Sesshomaru went to nuzzle their cheeks together.
“As you wish, my mate~,” Sesshomaru assures in a deep tone. Soon enough, Sesshomaru’s grinding returned, moving deep inside Koga as his hand went back to Koga’s length. Koga quivers, moaning as Sesshomaru jerks him up and down once again. Koga's mouth hangs agape as he breathes heavily. He jerks his own hips back into Sesshomaru’s thrusts, wanting to elicit the other with pleasure as well.
Koga’s moans grew louder and louder the harder Sesshomaru rutted against him, the faster his hand moved on his cock. Koga’s heightened ears pick up the heavy pants and moans the other emits as well.
His belly coils and his toes curl as he feels his climax draw near. “Sesshomaru, I’m- I’m gonna— Ah!” Koga cries, warning his mate of his nearing end. Then, Koga shouts in surprise as a pair of fangs sink into his shoulder, over his already healed mark. Koga spasms, stars dancing in his vision as the heat of those fangs pour through his shoulders and chest.
Koga screams in bliss just as Sesshomaru’s thrusts become that much more aggressive. Saliva dribbles from Koga’s open mouth as he humps Sesshomaru’s palm. Then, with a drawn-out cry, Koga orgasms, shooting his seed onto the grass and into Sesshomaru’s hand. Koga convulses, gasping for breath as exhaustion took over his body.
Sesshomaru’s hand releases his limp cock and instead goes to hug Koga around the waist again. With his fangs deep in the crook of Koga’s neck, Sesshomaru growls possessively as he pistols inside Koga as far as his knot allows him. Koga moans, spasming with each rough thrust of Sesshomaru’s hips. Then, with a muffled roar, Sesshomaru buries his length farther into Koga’s passage, spilling his hot seed inside his mate.
Koga shudders, palming his stomach as the warm sensation fills his insides and causes his belly to inflate that much bigger. His hand softly rubs his round stomach as his eyes gaze dreamily. His face heats up for the hundredth time that night as the idea of pups plays in his mind. They are both alphas so having kids of their own would be hard... but not impossible...
Koga then squeezes his eyes shut as Sesshomaru carefully retracts his fangs from his person.
Lapping over the new wounds on his neck, Sesshomaru sighs before nuzzling his nose into Koga’s ear. He whispers, “With this new mark, I vow my devotion to you, Koga of the Yōrō clan. Will you be mine and wait for me?”
Koga sighs, blushing a deep red color as he nods. “I don’t have a choice, do I? I’ll… I’ll wait… but not too long, got it?” Sesshomaru hums in answer, his sweet purr returning as he clings tightly to Koga.
“You damn dog…”
Koga awoke to a bird pecking his forehead ambitiously; practically trying to crack his skull open. Koga growls, waving his hand over his head and scaring the bastard away. He sighs, gazing up at the tree and watching as the leaves sway in the wind. The sunlight barely shines through the gaps of the branches, leaving Koga in the shade.
As expected, the ache in his chest made its appearance once again, though it isn’t heart-wrenching like all those other times. Koga sighs, furrowing his own brows in disapproval as he blushes madly. That damn mutt should have mentioned something earlier, then maybe Koga wouldn’t have cried the way he did last night. All this time Koga thought he was just a past time when Sesshomaru really cared after all…
Koga whines to himself as his chest wouldn't stop racing. Sesshomaru's confession replays in his mind. It still all feels like a dream. Underneath that cold exterior, behind those distant amber orbs, Koga was able to meet the warm and affectionate side of his mate, a side he knew is only reserved for him.
Koga however hopes that the dog demon didn’t think him to be a crybaby.
The sound of howling in the distance caught Koga’s attention; his comrades are calling out to him, it was time to go home. Stretching his arms over his head, Koga yawns deeply before pushing himself up to a sitting position. He flinches along the way, his ass hurting from the knot he took last night. The damn dog should have warned him before shoving the thing in… well, it’s not like he didn’t like the stretch.
Sitting up completely, Koga jolted as something falls from his chest to his lap. His eyes widen as his lips part in surprise. Butterflies return to his belly as his hands shakily grab at the white kimono on his lap.
“I-Is this for me?” Koga wonders loudly with a deep flush on his cheeks. This kimono is the same one Sesshomaru had on last night, white with red blossom markings on the collar and sleeves. It isn’t exactly his taste in attire, but the small act of affection made Koga grin nonetheless.
Palming his fresh new marking, Koga decides that next time they meet he will challenge the other alpha for dominance. He wants to prove himself to Sesshomaru after all, and that means training for the next month will be ruthless.
Koga presses the kimono to his nose as he takes a long whiff of his mate's scent. Lavender and charcoal. He’ll be sure to take care of the expensive silk until their next meeting and coat it with his own pheromones. The stalker dog demon did say he liked his smell after all…
As Koga stands to his feet and faces toward the direction of the continuous howling, his blush darkens as he excitedly plans on showing off his markings! He was ashamed in the beginning and embarrassed to show off that he had been dominated by an alpha who left on occasion, but now he felt ready to exploit his mate! He could only imagine the look on Hukkaku and Ginta's faces when he reveals that Sesshomaru is his mate! A big and scary dog lord mated to the prince of a small wolf pack? His elders may even look down on him for how unethical their practices as mates may seem, but Koga and Sesshomaru's life is for them to decide. He can only hope Sesshomaru keeps his promise to him.
You better keep your promise to me mutt, or next time I'm hunting you down…
Then, a thought crosses Koga's mind.
Curiously, Koga looks down at his belly and bites down on his bottom lip. He sits back down as his entire face and shoulders smolder red. His pack can wait for him for another hour or two...
I can't go home like this… they're going to think I'm pupped!