Disclaimer:The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz Media. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
VORE! GORE! AND NON-CONSENSUAL THINGS AHEAD! Read at your own risk!
[Divine Flesh]
Limping on three legs he lurked at the edge of Inuyasha's forest. The wound was mostly healed now, soft pink flesh covering over the bone and muscle left after the loss of his arm.
Revenge.
He would have it. The bitch was there, just inside the tree line. His brother would have never had the power to wound him so without her and he would make her pay. Stalking low to the ground he hid his girth in the shade of the Goshinboku. The shadows curled around him and created the illusion of glowing eyes.
He huffed in the air, taking in the scent of his prey. The deep breaths sent a warm breeze over the top of the bone eater's well. His long tongue darted out, caressing long fangs. He was near drooling in anticipation of the upcoming feast.
Kagome shivered at the warm breeze. She pressed the back of her skirt down as it threatened to fly up around her hips. Not registering how the breeze was warmer and more damp than normal she reached down into the well to pull up her backpack behind her. It plopped onto the ground with a noisy clatter and she sighed. Inuyasha isn't here, she thought, have to walk to the village by herself then.
She was about to turn onto the path to the village when she felt a surge of powerful, menacing, malevolent energy. The sensation left her gasping for air. Turning to the source she met a bloody crimson gaze. The image of the beast hungrily licking his chops had her frozen in fear. The deep blue crescent moon, barely visible in the darkness, was a clear indicator of her enemy but the newly healed skin over the stump of it's foreleg cemented her assumption.
“Se.. Sesshoumaru..”, she rasped out. His powerful aura still pressing down on her made it hard to breath let alone think. His lips curled back into a lascivious smirk and frightened tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
Reeling from the pressure of his essence she swirled on her heels and tried to run. A wall colliding with her side sent her tumbling to the ground. The fleeting moment of his bare skin against hers was like fire and ice to her senses, the cold wash of his frigid demeanor reflected in his aura but the threatening burn of his demonic energy against her reiki melted the ice away.
She lay dazed on the ground feeling as thought she were hit by a plow. He had shifted between taking flight after her and barreling into her. His face was still caught between transformations, the long stretch of his jaw and his still slitted eyes made him even more frightening. A thick line of drool slid from his jaw and onto the cool grass with an acidic hiss. She had no idea where his clothes or armor were, but they definitely weren't on him.
He crawled over her prone body, engulfing her smaller one in his shadow.
“I will make you understand, bitch”, he growled against the skin on her neck, “you will see... feel... what it is like to have a piece of yourself taken. I will devour you into me. Forever hold your essence within me.”
She tried to shake her head in the negative but yelped in fear as she brushed the sensitive flesh over her jugular against his fangs. “No”, she whimpered. “Please, I didn't.. didn't mean to”, she wasn't sure exactly what he was blaming her for in her fear addled mind but she couldn't imagine what she could have done to deserve this. “Please”, she whisper again frightened tears falling past her temples.
She gasped at the sharp pang of fangs piercing the supple flesh on her neck. The sensation stole her breath away making it impossible to scream. When he released she didn't move, only lay still with the wound on her neck bared to his gaze and thick streams of tears fell over her cheeks.
“Silence”, he growled, “I wish to eat in peace”, the dark chuckle he emitted made shivers down her spine. She hugged her arms around her shoulders trying to comfort herself and bit down on her lip. She shut her eyes tight, now her only hope was that he would make it quick.
“No!”, he shouted when he saw her eyes close, “You will watch...”, the last word fell from his lips in an emphatic snarl. Saliva fell from his lips onto the skin on her her stomach, burning a bleeding red mark and she cried more at the pain.
He crawled over her body, stalking lower until his torso rested comfortably between her thighs. His hot breath brushed her skin like silk and her thighs enfolded him in a macabre lover's caress. His soft touch was like a lover's but it was only so long before his predatory urges took over.
Thick jaws wrapped around the soft flesh of her inner thigh, she whimpered. A clawed hand wrapped around her leg and held it still as he tore away, she finally found her breath and screamed in pain. The warm flesh hung from his jaws. He tossed it back and caught in his mouth with a wet flop. Blood smeared over the white fur on his face and stained his pearly white teeth.
“Watch”, he growled around the warm flesh in his mouth when her saw her shut her eyes again. He rolled the meat in his mouth, squeezing it between the roof of his mouth and his tongue to savor the sweet blood before swallowing the still warm muscle.
Kagome did watch. The blood running down his neck made his fur and skin glisten, amplifying the motions of the muscles in his neck. She could see each sickening chomp, each slobbery wet smack of his lips was reflected in the thick muscles of his jaw, and when she saw the thick bulge of her flesh sliding down his throat she felt bile rise in the back of her own.
Looking back down at her thigh he saw the blood pooling in the grass beneath her. He leaned down to lap it up. She felt his forehead brush against her sex as he pressed his muzzle under the curve of her buttocks. “Don't worry.”, he mumbled. “I don't plan to waste a drop.” As he came back up between her legs he ran his tongue roughly over the cottony cloth guarding her most precious parts from his gaze.
She jumped at the intimate touch and gasped again in fear. He flashed her a bloody, self confident smirk just before tearing into the flesh on her thigh again. She screamed long and hard, the lingering pain left from the missing muscle and his acidic saliva seeping into her veins made her thoughts incoherent. She could do nothing now but scream, cry, gasp, and watch.
A wet, smacking bite and she felt her own blood splatter over her face. A thick swallowing sound, followed by a satisfied hum and she felt the searing sharp pain in her other thigh. Left, right, left, right. He alternated, taking flesh from each side like he wanted to treat them equally. Soon each loud swallow was punctuated by a hard thrust of his hips and she could feel his thick, hard member press against her.
She bit down on her lip and it bled. The sight seemed to please him and he pressed against her still covered sex again. With a satisfied rumble emanating from deep in his chest he began licking at the exposed muscle, bone, and veins left behind after his brutal ministrations. Her sweet screams were music to his ears as he let his saliva slip into her being, cauterizing the wounds. He couldn't have her bleeding to death before he was finished.
Her arms were next, but he didn't take so much time or as much care with those. He tore her shirt away in one quick jerk and set to work. The skin and bits of muscle were torn in thick strips, and swallowed quickly. Her Kami given power was like candy to his pallet. He took near hours to devour her supple thighs, but only minutes with her arms. Really then he was just prolonging his delicious snack, he enjoyed only the softest, thickest slabs of flesh but there was only so much meat on her small thighs and it wasn't enough to satisfy him.
His cool nose pressed against her neck and he sucked in the scent of her fear and pain again. It was almost completely drowned out by sweet coppery scent of her blood unless he was right up against her skin. He felt his cock twitch at her desperate whimper.
A wet, flat tongue followed the path through the valley of her breasts down to her belly button. He felt drool gather in his mouth again at the thought of the taste of her organs. He longed for the wet tear as he took the meat of her liver piece by piece. His hungry mind yearned for her pained breathless gasp as he dug his muzzle into the cavity of her ribcage and devoured her lungs while she attempted to breath.
He laved his tongue over the smooth skin on her taut stomach. He grazed over the hem of skirt, momentarily sliding beneath it until he touched the damp curls of her luscious mound. Damp, wet... the thought flitted across his mind. His eyes widened in surprise before he growled lustfully. Darting his wet appendage deep into her cotton panties he tweaked he clit roughly before with drawing it with a wet snap against his nose.
“Sick Bitch!”, he growled. She whimpered and cried as he half growled and laughed against her warm skin, but she couldn't stop how her ruined thighs fell further open under the touch of his tongue. She didn't want to be aroused, but his warm touch, his hot breath, his thick cock pressing against her, they were all too much, and she cried even more for her weakness. Maybe she really was a sick bitch, the dark thought embedded itself into her addled mind.
He howled into the darkening skies, his head thrown back in ecstasy. The hunt, the feast, all brought out his nature and the sweet blood lust engulfed his mind. He ground the heavy weight of his member against her lips. The abrasive cloth was made slick by her excess juices and the saccharine blood that soaked into the fabric.
With a viscous snarl her sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her belly. The blood that pooled on his tongue and in his mouth was thinner, sweeter there and tasted like European wine. She cried out in both pain and pleasure as his tongue slipped down into her skirt again. She had been so good, such a savory taste to his pallet, he would allow her some pleasure.
The dog-like appendage curled over her clit and delved into her hot passage. The taste of her nectar was thick and heavy, tainted only slightly with the sweet burn of her blood. He made heavy swallowing motion with his mouth wrapped around her belly as his tongue moved harshly in and out of her body. The appendage worked like a fourth limb, the thickness similar to that of a human cock. The pain of her lost virginity was nothing compared to what she had endured and thus went unnoticed.
He pumped in and out of her with such force her body rocked over the ground and jumped with each forward motion. The grass once cool was now warmed with her blood. The think blades cut against her back, leaving behind hundreds of stinging sensations like paper cuts. His embedded teeth tore at her flesh each time she moved but the pain gave her a sick sense of pleasure as well.
Her juices pooled on his tongue, creating a slight numbing sensation but he could still taste her unique flavor. With a mighty push and another viscous snarl into the bloodied flesh of her belly she came, screaming his name like a mantra and begging for no more. The tongue slid from her body. He tore her skirt away, then set about cleaning her damp curls of her secretions and blood.
Gazing up at her body from his warm pillowy place on her belly he couldn't help but mourn the loss. Her hands twitched and and tried to clutch at the ground after her mind shattering release but the tendons and connections between her muscles and bones were too damaged for the movement to be coordinated properly. The pain and pleasure had pushed her mind to the brink and the reopened wounds bled into the soft earth. Her breathing was shallow and she was not long for this world, his feast was almost through.
A whine escaped his throat and he realized then that he didn't want her dead. He wanted to enjoy her many more times in many more ways. He scooted up her body and rested his head between her breasts. One pointed ear pressed flat to her skin to hear her faint heartbeat. He whined again at the weakness of it. He nosed at her chin and gave a soft bark. She was falling asleep now. Her chest barely moved. He stared at her plump breasts, still warm and soft. He nipped at one, leaving the deep indent of his sharp teeth but couldn't bring himself to mar the soft orbs any more than that.
As Sesshoumaru pressed his nose into her skin, taking in the last of her scent before it was tainted by death, a dull hum started in the back of his mind. It thrummed, speaking to him in pulses and beats. He whined in both confusion and sadness as the thump of her heart faded. He leaned close, staring into her dull lifeless eyes just before his vision was obstructed by something long and black.
His father's fang floated in front of his eyes. The thrum in his mind matched the pulse of the swords power. The clicking rattle of the hilt as it shook combined with the heavy pulse was like a symphony.
“You wish to be drawn?”, he was the sword. His voice was thick and heavy.
He grasped the sword in his right hand, the sheath still suspended in air. Touching the sword filled his mind wish visions.
“...I will devour you into me. Forever hold your essence within me.”
...cool nose pressed against her neck and he sucked in the scent of her fear...
...The warm flesh hung from his mouth...
... she came, screaming his name like a mantra...
Tiny imps appeared before him, pulling on her torn body and taking her away. He felt malice and anger boil within him at the sight, she was his now and he wouldn't let her go. With one fluid swipe he unsheathed the sword and dispatched all of the pall bearer's to the underworld.
Her flesh was restored, the supple surface unmarred. The saccharine scent of her blood still hung in the air but the stench of death faded from her being with the breeze. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him in confusion.
He swept down and stole a kiss from her parted lip, pressing his long tongue down her throat until she nearly gagged. Without preamble he thrust his aching, dripping member into her tight sheath. He could taste her scream, like ginger and cinnamon on his pallet.
His face slowly faded into the smooth skin of his humanoid guise, the frightening visage of a half-man half-dog gone.
“Hold on to me, Bitch”, he rasped against her skin.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs tight around his hips and held on for all she was worth. Each hard, sharp thrust sent her breasts jumping painfully and she pressed closer to him to ease it. His rough tongue glided over her skin, smoothing the blood away from her chest and arms.
After what seemed like hours of mind numbing, forceful thrusts Sesshoumaru reared his head back and sunk his fangs deep into the smooth space between her breasts. Hot spurts of cum ignited her nether regions, making her want to moan in pleasure, just as searing acid seeped into her very bones from his bite, forcing another scream from her chapped lips.
His fangs still embedded deep into the thin bone of her ribs, forcing his bodily poison into the marrow of her body. “I thought.. I was going to die..”, she sobbed brokenly while still holding his shoulder.
Licking away the excess blood and acid away from the wound on her chest he whispered, “You taste much too divine for me to ever let you go to such a waste.”