Ever Changing Revenge by Angelic Memories

Ever Changing Revenge

So, as a way to get back into the game, so to speak. I have this one-shot that is a response to r0o's 2nd 2010 Grand GutterMarble Challenge.

1000 word minimum: 9 749 words used.... yeah I couldn't seem to end it so I hope you like long one-shots. 

Challenge:

A] you write beautifully vulgar, hot steamy, romantic, lustful, jaw-dropping, making you want to find your guy and re-enact fiction.

OR

B] you do the same thing and put NO lemon or lime in it!

I've already did a with a previous GM challenge so I decided I would go for this time. Though I suppose I might be a little out of practice.

Ever-Changing Revenge

A pale hand, with slender fingers narrowing to a deadly set of claws sharpened to dangerous points clenched into a tight fist and opened once more. The sun high in the sky pounded an unbearable heat wave over the land. Laughter of a young child wafted over the wind to his ears. The golden eyes drifted over to the small stream the young ward splashed within. Raven locks, hazel doe eyes, an overly cheery smile, and the high spirited personality. These traits he had always associated with his ward were something he could now state belonged to another. Both the young females were very alike, it was uncanny, and he had seen many things in his life.

The fist tightened again and his gaze averted to the new flesh. It was his gift she had given him. In return he had gone easy on her. Though against his better judgement he dropped his previous revenge plots and turned it into something much better. Once more the muscle in his hand flexed. It was unbelievable the way she had managed such a feat. Thoughts of that fateful night two days ago penetrated his mind. Travelling his gaze to his side Sesshomaru let the images roam freely retelling the story through his mind as if to convince him it had actually happened.

xXx

Perfection. He thrived for increasing his power, strength, appearance. To complete his conquest for supremacy he needed to succeed in each of these aspects. However, the hanyou and his bitch had taken away from his pristine form. Robbed of his left arm made others question his reputation. They mocked the idea he, Sesshomaru had been beat… by none other than a weak hanyou. Though he was strong enough without the arm taken from him, it was an annoyance that a piece of him had been ripped away from the flawless form he had worked long and hard to prefect. So he finally, after so long, chose that now was the time to act.

Simply because of the inconvenience the ordeal had caused him the half breed would pay. His blood beast wanted—no needed— revenge. Until the tainted blood soaked through the claws that would grasp the warm, still-beating heart Sesshomaru would not rest. Rumour had it that the hanyou neared the inu’s land. The village the travelling duo had been spotted in was just passed the border of the Western and Southern Lands. An alliance between the two ruling lords permitted him to move freely past the perimeter. However, he would much like the idea of accomplishing his revenge within the lands left to him. Things were moving smoothly too, the inu was certain the travelling companions were close by, meaning he would have his wish granted.

Sunlight was fading quickly and within the forest the dim light was even darker than it was above the dense foliage. To his right something caught his attention. A familiar scent drew him to change direction slightly. His graceful form darted through the trees in a flash. The moonless night soon invaded the daylight just as he reached the floral scent. Paused just outside the line of trees, he hid within the shadows a few mere feet away from the being he sensed. It disappointed him greatly when the bitch he had picked up on was lacking her male companion. He sought the hanyou, the one who had sliced of his front paw. But his beast reminded them that the miko was the reason behind the hanyou’s victory. It was she who gave the damn idiot his father’s fang. It was she who refused to die from his attack. It was she who had been the source of Inuyasha’s sudden ability to change the fang into the deadly form.

Split seconds passed as a new plan formed with the confinements of his mind. It was obvious the woman meant something to the half-breed or else he would not protect the miko to such extreme extents. Should the female be taken before the hanyou had a chance he was certain Inuyasha would be pained and angry. It mattered not to him if the miko was willing or not. Rape was a human term, in youkai society an unwilling bitch was forced in order to make her submit. He would not be frowned upon. And she… the little miko would be the means of his revenge against both of them. Having a round-a-bout that night would just be an added bonus.

“Inuyasha?” the miko called out cupping her hands around her mouth to force the cry louder. “Inuyasha!”

The situation was just too perfect. So long as he was near, nothing dared to inch closer. No matter how long or hard the miko screamed they would fear his wrath, his power, the death that he would spill over them. Seeing the hanyou had taken off and wasn’t in the vicinity gave him the perfect opportunity to seek his retribution and not be interrupted. His beast cooed at the idea of the foolish hanyou coming across the miko in the morning. Used and thrown away. Perhaps lifeless. He hadn’t figured out what would harm the half breed more: the miko living with her shame, dying in his arms, or found dead and mulled by the forest creatures for their evening meal. Yet such things could be decided on later. For now his game of cat and mouse would begin.

“Miko,” the inu stepped forward from behind her, “You seemed to have lost your protection.”

Whirling on her heels she turned to face the intruder. Bow and arrow were at the ready but her mistake was not shooting immediately to catch him off guard. Although he didn’t attack her right away, he was now prepared for her to shoot at any given second. He took a moment to stare at the woman who wore the strangest garments, showing off entirely too much skin. At her feet was the ugliest yellow bag she carried everywhere with her. Dark raven locks were highlighted in blue to match the fierce cobalt gaze tearing into his form.

“Sesshomaru,” she looked confused but held her stance, “W-what do you want?”

“This Sesshomaru finds it unnecessary to elucidate anything to such an unworthy being,” his reply was dull, bored, deep and smooth.

“Ah… okay… well if you’re looking for Inuyasha he’s not here,” he could pick up on her uneasy shift of body position.

Toying with her would be easy enough: “Do you think this Sesshomaru is blind,” although clearly a question the remark didn’t sound as such.

“Sorry,” she mumbled and he could see she was fighting the want to run.

“Miko you will assist this Sesshomaru,” he cut into her thoughts harshly.

“How?”

One short quick dash and she was pinned to a thick tree trunk. The bow and arrow were dropped and abandoned as her hands reached for the appendage grasping around her neck tightly.

“Revenge,” he growled and let the red bleed steadily into his eyes, “This Sesshomaru seeks revenge against you.”

Frantic at the sudden change of appearance the miko wriggled violently against his form. Her dull human nails dug into the skin of his hand trying to pry the grip to release her. The attempts were futile against his brute strength and massive muscular form.

“P-please,” her hoarse voice pleaded, “S-stop-p pl-lease,” the words were broken by the lack of air.

“This Sesshomaru thinks not,” but even with those words he let his hold on her go.

The woman’s look of astonishment amused him when sudden lack of support his body had offered overcame her. But the shock in her face was replaced with fright when his claws reached over and pushed her onto the forest floor. Before his mouse could take a crack at escaping Sesshomaru straddled her waist pinning her arms to her sides in the process and let his weight settled over her crushing the form but only enough to prevent her from shimming from beneath him and not squeeze the life out of her, at least not yet.

“Sesshomaru please … you don’t want to do this,” the woman begged just as he released the bone plate binding his chest.

“Bitch,” he crooned lowering his now bare chest so his body covered her, smothering her, “You must pay for what you’ve done.”

“No!”

The strained scream emitted just as his claws tore down her chest, over her breast, across her sides, tearing the strange white haori into long strips as well as the thick patted material cupping her twin mounds.

“Please… please don’t,” the pleads were insistent but only egged him on.

Sharp tips continue to slice the rest of her garments away after he shifted his form over her to gain access to the short lower part of her strange kimono. Not mindful of his claws in the least, which left long streaks of angry red crawling across her pale milky skin, the crimson lines contrasted satisfactorily against the white of the velvet flesh fading as the blood was drawn from her small frame. The scent was intoxicating, like an exotic flower that grew on the very top of a high mountain cliff. Unable to help himself he leaned down and licked the thin trail of red creeping over the plump mound heaving up and down in her fright.

“Sesshomaru,” she cried now, the salt water the welled in her eyes was flowing freely down her cheeks, “Please… I beg you… please stop. I didn’t do anything… I… stop… Kami I’ll do anything… anything… please stop… no… no!”

Cries and pleads were accompanied by her attempts to arch her back up and her head shaking from side to side in denial for what was happening. His body had moved between her legs spreading the limbs apart and baring her flower to him. He snarled at the thought of only having the one hand making it impossible for him halt the fist from hitting his chest. Humans were weak though, especially the females meaning her pummels felt like feathers against stone. The yells increased in volumes when his claws grazed her sex and immediately plunged into her cavern tearing the unready flesh, forcing the virgin walls to stretch around the two digits. Warm blood soaked the sharp tips embedded in her acting like a replacement for the nectar of arousal that would usually immerse the warm walls.

“No! Please stop! What did I ever do to you!?” she was thrashing beneath him now.

“Do you not recall hacking off this Sesshomaru’s arm?” he demanded as he fingers gave a particular hard thrust into her forcing another scream from her.

“B-but that wasn’t… me I … I didn’t… I’m sorry,” she had difficulty pulling the words from her mind through the pain of his impaling her.

“Sorry?” he purred, “Sorry? This Sesshomaru highly doubts your apologies will return my arm.”

“What if I can fix it?” the miko stilled her movements, “I might… I could probably heal you… I mean replace it… or um re-grow it. I never liked the idea of taking away your arm,” he could hear her confidence grow when he removed the fingers from her tight tunnel, “It might take a bit, I’ve never done it before, but I’ve managed a few small things.”

Sesshomaru listened carefully to the rambles of the woman. A peeked interest mainly occurred when she express her ability to give him the chance to return his form back to the flawless appearance he work so hard to gain in the first place. The woman who had been one factor in taking that image away was offering it all back to him. And he wanted it. He wanted what she proposed for him.

“You will return this Sesshomaru’s arm.”

“Yes, yes anything just… please don’t rape me,” even though her chest still panted heavily her aura calmed, “Or kill me.”

Fist that once pounded against his well-built form stilled as he pulled away from her nude form. Thick aromas of blood wafted when the woman pulled into a half sit reminding him of the damaged he had done to her already. Each movement cause the woman to wince, her face knotting in pain and for some bizarre reason he felt… guilty. One hand reached to her shoulder and forced her back down to the ground. With obvious confusion on her face she panicked.

“No… I promise… please… I won’t betray you, just give me a chance,” she squirmed in a terrified way forcing the inu to explain his actions before she caused more injury to her already wounded inner flesh.

“This Sesshomaru will heal the damage inflicted,” he stated dropping his form further down her body.

“What? No… uh… that’s fine you don’t have to touch… ah … wait no…”

Suddenly the woman was unable to move. Due to the drop of poison embedded within her blood her muscles relaxed and she was forced to still, paralyzed and unable to fight his will. Those frightened sapphire eyes glared at him with his nose buried between the bloody folds. Warm and moist, his tongue dipped into through the crimson liquid that tasted like the finest wine. Carefully he lapped deeply into her letting the healing quality of his saliva work its magic. When the life force had stopped pouring and the fleshy wounds had sealed he withdrew the only tender muscle of his body from the warm tissue of her womanhood. Although the touch was not meant to be intimate the invigorating taste exhilarated his taste buds and teased his nose stiffing the member restrained between his legs. Sesshomaru was a demon of his word, even silent promises. Should the young woman heal the limb that was severed then he wouldn’t kill her, nor would he rape her. But he would have her. It was much too late for his beast not to have his way somehow. The only change in plans would be that the miko was going to be a willing participant to his affections that night. In the morning when the half breed found her, he would sense her virgin body as used and the clearing would be heavily masked with their arousals proving to him that she wanted the full inu. The miko would probably even want him again if things work accordingly.

Honestly he felt this new plan of revenge was much better than the last two. An arm and an enthusiastic bed partner were much better than killing the pathetic mutt that graced the world with its feeble presence. Not only would his form be returned to its perfect image but he would be able to kill the hanyou, at a much later time, in his returned glory. Plus Inuyasha would have to live with the idea that Sesshomaru had beaten him when it came to the woman the half breed obsessed over. The idea was pleasant and delighted him to no ends. Thoughts were short lived as the small amount of poison wore of and something hit caught the attention of his nose. With a paralyzed body the woman had no way to respond. Although she could feel nothing within her could move to any of the touches. As the affects wore away the previous, somewhat linger, touches were able to pull their affect from her. Thick, heavy and spicy, a slight wave of arousal bit through the clearing telling him in not some many words that she was affected by the lack of sexual intended contact.

However, his beast knew he would be a much better partner if he had both arms to pleasure her with, so he backed away. Sitting upon the forest floor with his legs crossed giving him the opportunity to watch the woman slowly haul her weight up to sit and pull her arms around to hide her chest from view.

“Ah… can I take a moment to get dress?” she whispered shifting in hopes to cover herself more from his prying eyes as she looked to the bag that would hold replacement garments.

Not a word in reply was said as the taiyoukai reached over grabbed the white silk that had been discarded earlier. A flick of his wrist and the material flew through the air and crashed against her chest before crumpling onto her vacant lap. Golden eyes watched the hesitated motion of the woman who picked up the haori and slipped it over her slender shoulders. He held back the chuckle as she tied the short jacket only to find that it was much too baggy and dipped lowly over her cleavage. Apparently it mattered not that he had already raped her naked form with his eyes for she continued to fret until he growled lowly to warn her that he wanted her to proceed with her part of the bargain.

“Right…” she muttered under her breath walking on her knees to come closer the haori falling over a shoulder the bare silk like skin beckoning him to pull it between his teeth and sink... he turned his focus upon the where the woman was settling herself.

On his left side she rested her weight on the small round ass set upon her feet tucked under her ample form. Timidly the female’s hands reached up and wrapped their warmth around the stub protruding from his shoulder by only a few inches. Shockingly he didn’t see any form of disgust in her face, nor her eyes when she took hold of him. At first the silence of his mind thought it was fear that pushed revulsion away but the woman didn’t smell of the terrified fear she had before. Courage had build within her suddenly and though she hesitated it was probably because she was uncertain how he would respond to her. That aspect impressed him; she had pushed aside her emotions suddenly in order to deal with the task at hand. Most beings would accomplish things for fear, either of death or pain or even the death and pain of others, but this woman’s aura told him another tale. She saw the need to complete this task for a more personal reason. Perhaps she really didn’t intent to harm him; maybe the miko did feel bad for him. But why? The Shrine Maiden was a protector, they killed the impure to help the weak human race and yet… here she was… helping a youkai. No. A taiyoukai. One of the most powerful levels of youkai hierarchy. And worse yet, Sesshomaru was the top of that pyramid. He could kill her in a flash. That little demonstration from earlier showed her his lack of emotion to whatever happened to her and the human body that housed her soul. Even so she seemed to get over the diminutive assault and began mumbling strange words under her breath.

Gazing over the small framed woman he noticed a flex in her aura just before her hands began to glow a pale pink. The light increased intensity and a prickling sensation picked at the scar where he had been forced to burn the stub to stop excessive bleeding. Ten minutes must have passed and all that occurred was the glowing power engulfed his arm. The whirling aura darted soon wrapped around them both but in a manner that didn’t threaten his beast. Their suddenly a pain in his shoulder moved from a sharp stabbing twitch to a throbbing agonizing pound that swallowed the muscles, tendons, nerves and bones, in his arm. Each second it increased and before his eyes he watched the stub grow longer and longer. Past his elbow, bending around his forearm, narrowing at his wrist, growing the enchanting symbols around the skin and colouring it a matching magenta, then adding each digit one by one until she was finally complete.

“There,” she whispered when her task was done, “Brand new…” her small smirk of victory was short lived as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body buckling to crumple on the forest floor.

Sesshomaru caught her before the miko landed without mercy against the hard soil mixed with stones and pebbles that might bruise her tender flesh with impact from her short but fast plummet. Once she was in his arms though he couldn’t let go. The woman’s small form seemed so fragile, delicate like a porcelain doll and he was prepared for her to break if he tightened his hold on her. Split in two, his mind fought the woman was human therefore weak and logically he would be able to break her in two with his strength not to mention what he could do with his claws. Yet his thoughts warped around something else.

In his lust for revenge he had pushed aside anything else that came to mind other than the beings he sought out. Now with a new arm and his blood beast slightly calmer that before he was able to pick up another scent. The miko that Inuyasha desired was nearby. Not to mention the new moon meant the hanyou held no youkai within his blood that night. Yes, Sesshomaru was well aware of the hanyou’s weakest form. Of course he had forgotten about it that night, and he was quite glad for the convenience of the no moon in the sky. He did wonder where her other companions were. But he let those thoughts go as he was reminded about the immense power the miko had shown. Raising his new arm and hand in the air he brought forth his poison. Nothing seemed to be missing. Although the arm felt a little weaker than he remembered it would be easy enough to train and bring the power up to par.

Life would be much easier if he held the woman as his so he could have access to her power. Training would be required but no one would stand a chance of conquering his lands if Kagome at full power stood beside him. Modifying his plot of revenge once more made him realize that Inuyasha was sure to be pained if he kept the miko as his. If he offered her a place to travel with him would she accept? Her friends seemed to leave her. The hanyou was more interested in that which no longer lives. Sesshomaru was more capable of keeping her safe than the half-breed. Obviously he was the stronger alpha of the two. Even humans would be able to see that. Between the hanyou and the taiyoukai any person would choose him. Yet he worried. From the way the miko acted, the samples of her personality he had seen from the small encounters were enough to tell a tale of her strangeness. She was not like other women to say the least. All the more reason for him to bring him into his pack. Sesshomaru enjoyed having rare things. The two headed dragon Rin had named was an example of such. Besides taming the woman would be fun.

When morning came and the woman remained asleep the inu feared the return of the hanyou and so from the odd carrying pouch he gathered one of the strange blankets he had witnessed the miko wrapped in a couple of times and a rather long dress like garment to replace the haori she wore. In a few minutes he was dressed and ready to return to his pack with his newest pack mate. To buy time before he was found out he covered his aura and scent left in the clearing and nearby vicinity with a fogging spell and then took to the air. Kagome unconsciously clung tightly to his chest as the chill of the morning breeze bit at her exposed face. Almost delicately he cradled her within his arms. 

And so the morning of the second day came along. By this time his thoughts begged him to deepen the thought of keeping her with him. As a pack mate she would be free to wander from pack to pack until finding a proper mate or even taken from him. The power she possessed he wanted and he refused to let it leave his possession. Therefore he had to secure her position by his side. His beast settled at the idea of mating the woman. His blood would be strong enough to create a tie linking their life forces together as one and she could live beside him for the rest of eternity and stripping her humanity from him. This new plan made him smirk as he watched the woman resting within his arms. He was aware she needed to be persuaded. He’d prefer not to mate an unwilling female if possible. But there was something he could play with. Revenge. Kagome would want her own revenge on the half breed when she was told where he was. Sesshomaru was cunning with his words and he held confidence in his caresses. He was certain that when she awoke he would be able to manipulate her to agree to his newest plot.

This brought them full circle to the current situation in the heat wave the washed over the land. Even after having the appendage replaced and studying closely, he believed he would wake up any moment to find it was all a dream. Unlike humans a youkai body needed only to rest to restore their energy, however he was quite capable of sleep should his resources of energy become too low. Sleep would restore and replenish far quicker than resting along the side lines.

In the corner of his eye he watched the young child play with the kappa. Joy and happiness. His ward reflected the feelings he had sense in the miko just after she saw her finished product before she collapsed in exhaustion. The unnatural tiredness had her out without the slightest stir. At first he assumed that all was well and she would wake after a couple of hours. But each minute that rolled by the more his nose picked up on the hint of starvation and dehydration waving off her body. In a couple of days her body would die away before her mind gain consciousness. He was beginning to think that she wasn’t ready for the feat she had accomplished and death would be her consequence for attempting the task before her power had matured correctly. It occurred to him that he could save her. Marking her would start a process of change in her body. Since it was for life or death he could use it to his advantage. The bond that would be created between them would allow his body to take on some of the affects she was feeling. When she gain consciousness he would explain to her what happened and she would be grateful thus rewarding him with what he wanted most… the loving embrace of her deliciously warm, slick walls around him. It was astonishing how side tracked had become suddenly but he shook away his distracting thoughts for the time being.

Noting that Rin and Jaken were even further up the stream now he slipped the woman from where she was laying on the ground into his arms. Her limp body weight was easily manipulated so she was leaning her back against his chest carefully positioned around the harmful spikes of his armour. A last glance at the young human child and kappa proved they were not paying attention to him and he averted his attentions on the woman’s neck. His claws pulled the long raven locks out of the way and the inu released his blood beast enough to come forth for the task at hand. Deadly jaw muscles snapped down to sink fangs deeply into the muscle of her shoulder and neck. Thrashing against the sudden pain was good sign that the woman was still receptive to the world around her. No sound was emitted but she instinctively tried to pull away from him only the futile attempts were blocked as he snaked his arms around her and pulled tightly to crush her straining form. When she stilled he let his aura flow around them waiting for her own to interlace granting their power to combine as one entity. Once more her body moved against his fighting off his demanding actions only to be forced to submit when all her energy and strength were wasted in vain.

For a second time the soon to be mated woman stilled. With his fangs still penetrating her, the warm blood still flowing into his mouth he forced his newly formed wrist to her mouth. He took a moment to slit the vein severely so it wouldn’t seal anytime soon and pushed the moist appendage against her lips. It was shocking to find she still had strength to fight him but he was patient. His wrist followed her head movement all the while trying to force an adequate amount of his life force down her throat. If he wanted her to live beside him for the rest of his unnaturally long life she needed his essence to soak into her system. This would also allow her to regain her strength and wake sooner for his own stamina would become hers as hers would become his.

xXx

Ever so slowly the veil over her subconscious was released and the sounds of the outside world filled her ears. New scents occupied her senses of smell and a strange coppery fluid coated her tongue. Beneath her she could feel the soft pricks of grass poking her bare legs and from behind her chest the firm coldness of hard metal. Kagome groaned as her lips cracked allowing the high afternoon sun to flood her vision with glaring white light. A blurred figure was near her, the features she recognized were that of someone she was expecting. Sun like eyes, light coloured hair, fair face. As the features cleared she realized that the person she expected to be leaning over her, holding her, was not him at all.

“Sesshomaru?” she began with surprise, as well as a tone of confusion.

“Miko, you must eat and drink,” the order was followed by her form being picked up with ease and carried to the two-headed dragon she had seen only a few times.

“What am I doing here?” she asked feeling much better when she was sitting on her own, the inu had placed her on the ground and was occupied with shifting through the pack located on the dragon’s back.

“Eat,” he dropped a pouch in her lap and when she opened it she noticed dried meat piled within.

When the miko looked up Sesshomaru was already seated a few feet away. The woman noticed that with the pouch was a water skin. Queasiness of her stomach made her want the water more than food. But she managed a few bites before pushing away the items.

“Sorry, I’m not really hungry,” she mumbled.

The taiyoukai said nothing. His eyes looked over her just as Rin and Jaken drew near.

“Kagome-sama,” the young girl greeted, “You’re awake. Do you want to play?”

“Uh…” the woman looked to the inu.

“Jaken watch Rin,” he ordered suddenly standing. “Miko come.”

Though she grumbled about the way he ordered her about she followed all the same. He led her into the forest and didn’t stop until he found a small clearing with a gurgling stream breaking the area’s silence.

“What’s going on?” she demanded at last.

“You should feel grateful; this Sesshomaru saved you before your body rotted away.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What do you remember?”

Silence fell between them as she recalled her last thoughts, “You tried to rape me and… I gave you back your arm so you wouldn’t.”

“You drained yourself completely, leaving no power for your body to maintain itself. The power you showed this Sesshomaru was impressive. You will remain within my pack from this point onward,” his declaration would usually leave one with the feeling of simply accepting his statement.

“No, I can’t do that.” There was always a first for everything and he had expected her to be the one to stand up against him. “I mean I am grateful and all for you saving me but I have something I must do, a quest.”

“You don’t have a choice in the matter any longer.”

“Look I understand you see things differently because you are a youkai and I am human but you understand honour and duty right? I have a responsibility to the jewel and therefore it’s my duty to search for the shards. I feel kind of honour bound since I was the one to break it,” with her explanation she was confident the inu would understand but he threw her a twist that she never expected.

“This Sesshomaru was forced to use desperate means to ensure you lived. You are now bound to me for eternity. Your quest is understandable and this Sesshomaru will assist you from this point onward. But you are my mate and therefore you cannot return to your previous pack.”

“What!” she hissed and backed away batting the hand that had reached to graze the mark left upon her neck, “Mated! I didn’t agree to this!” her voice was breaking, “How could you? Do you even know my name?”

“Bitch! You will lower your voice when addressing this Sesshomaru!”

“Oh god I think I would rather have the cheating bastard as my mate rather than you!” Kagome growled, “Take it back… unmate me!”

“That is not possible. Once mated to an inu you cannot unmate him.”

“No! I refuse to believe that!”

“This Sesshomaru does not lie,” he snapped with such ferociousness that caused the woman to flinch.

“What would possess you to mate me?” Kagome was losing sense of her situation. More importantly she was losing the battle that raged between her and the inu, “What could I possibly have that you want?”

“Power. Your power will grow and I wish to have it on my side. Now no one can take you away from this Sesshomaru,” the inu rumbled, obviously proud at his conquest, “Besides the hanyou has harmed you too. He beds the dead miko during his time of weakness leaving you alone and defenceless,” Kagome stilled at the confession, “He treats you like a common whore when your status as miko should earn you respect. His physical, verbal, and mental abuses are all things that will bring you to an early downfall. This Sesshomaru has saved you, allowing you to escape your fate and rise to something greater. You deserve more, much more, things only this Sesshomaru can give you. These acts can be seen as your own revenge as well,” he added.

It was all too much. Reality of the cruel world crashed over her and she sunk to the ground. Inuyasha was only the least of her concerns but at the same time he was the reason behind her current state of affairs. At that moment she hated the hanyou as her pain from his act of betrayal reached her heart and pulled it to tiny pieces. But the truth behind the inu’s words made her realize she was putting up with a lot from Inuyasha lately. The inu had hit her, though he apologized each time, it had happened multiple times and each time he had blamed her for something while finishing his malicious treatment by calling her some unworthy name.

The imaginative plummet to earth from her so called happy cloud was carried over into her realistic body losing its ability to carry her weight. Crumbing to the ground she ignored the inu’s presence and let her tears fall. Arms wrapped around her knees so she could bury her face. Silent sobs rang noiselessly through the clearing in an attempt to draw minimal attention to the actions she called immature. She wanted to be alone but she was suddenly being tugged at. Annoyed she tried pulling away to show her wish to not be touched. Each act was fruitless.

“What are you doing?” she tried prying away from the arms that pulled her small frame into the inu’s cross legged lap.

“You are upset, this Sesshomaru is responsible for cheering up his mate,” he crooned, the rumble instinctively emitting in hopes to calm the woman he held.

Kagome was taken back. The male mated her, for the mere satisfaction of revenge against Inuyasha and for the power she possessed and yet he acted like he cared for her. Claws were gracing the small of her back with small circles. Kisses ran down her jaw line, along her pulse and over her collarbone. Suddenly warmth passed over her body and she nervously questioned what the strange sensation was. It was nowhere near relaxing but it did force her to focus on something other than the pain of betrayal. A young, inexperienced body didn’t understand overwhelming feeling but it sought for more. The whine like moan was pulled away from her throat before she could swallow the sound and it triggered the inu to continue with the attentions of his mouth. But being with the taiyoukai was wrong in her mind. Logic over rode the void of mesh her mind was in.

“No, we can’t,” hands pushed the inu, the taunt muscles under her palms remind her of what he had looked like only a few nights ago above her without the many layers hiding him from view. “This is wrong.”

“But this Sesshomaru is your mate now. You must care for my needs, as I must attend to yours. Furthermore, you shouldn’t deny your body the touch of a male. Do you still want the hanyou that seeks another? Should he ever lay with you wouldn’t you ever wonder if he ever saw you and not the dead miko? Would this be fair to you?”

The woman didn’t understand why the inu’s points were always logical, pushing her to accept what he offered. There was no chance in escaping, if she ran he would probably come for her, and she was well away he wouldn’t lie about the mating thing. Although she was grateful she was still alive, the price she had to pay for it was something she might regret. But surprisingly gentle fingers were diving beneath her nightgown to show the woman he could be gentle with the nether region he had torn in their previous meeting.

“This Sesshomaru sees only you Kagome,” he drew his body tightly against hers. “No one else.”

His words reminded her of what would be spoken between lovers, but this wasn’t love. It was an act. It was reality. It was life. For Sesshomaru this was normal, instinctual, and the way things were. Kagome no longer knew what to think and in hopes that he would take her thoughts away she let him continue without another word. The inu chose her. He had decided that she would be the one beside his perfect form. The taiyoukai who could obviously have anything and probably anyone picked to have her by his side during his conquest. For this simple reason she let him continue to weave his digits in and out, each stroke coating his fingers more and more in her cum.

When the cool air of the night kissed her pale skin Kagome knew the inu had torn away her clothing. His mouth latched around her breast tugging it between sharp fangs before suckling to sooth the irritation he had purposely created. A mew escaped her lips and in return she received an appreciative croon. The open mouth moved from one tit to the other before licking a path down the flat contours of her belly. Heavy, heated, spice itched his nose as the scent of her arousal, thick in the air, drifted wave after wave. The nearer he drew the denser the arousal clung. No hesitation was shown as he dragged the moist appendage over liquid flowing freely.

Fingers worked over the bundle of nerves as his tongue darted shallowly within her. The muffle gasp forced his attention. Kagome had moved her hands to cover her mouth in hopes to block the sounds Sesshomaru was dragging from her. It aggravated him that she would think to hide the delightful coos that expressed to him what she wanted.

“Remove your hands,” he demanded pulling away.

His still motions caused a small disappointed groan and immediately the limps fell to the sides. Smirking with his victory he continued once more switching the position of his mouth to pull on the hidden pearl as his fingers worked further into her tight passage. A faint whisper escaped on her breath. His extraordinary hearing picking up on the syllables of his name. Louder cries followed as he manipulated her body the way it wished to be touch. Beneath the surface it was humming, singing, dancing, forcing a natural glow to radiated of the outer flesh. It made him long for more and the painful erection twitched at the torture he was putting himself through. Sesshomaru, who held pride in self control, was unable to hold back any longer. The woman broke down the mask and everything he worked for in the small intimidate act. He was treating her like no other female, helping her to find her own pleasure before his. As each second passed it was harder for him to maintain rule over his body, or his beast. Until finally he could deny his own pleasure no longer.

Lost in the blank mind, drowning in passion, Kagome focused only on what her body was feeling and nothing else. But the pressure building burst in an intense wave and with it the end of the movement from between her legs.  Immediately she realized the inu was crawling up her legs. The stiffen organ brushed against her inner thigh before he shifted and the hard muscle rod prodded her delicate folds. In attempts so ease her the inu waited as the head of his member rest just pass the entrance of her virginal wall. Waiting was agonizing, his beast sought to take the woman, pound into her. Still it wasn’t his wish to destroy her. The tension of her body from nervousness was evident in the new bond they shared. The rumbling of his chest and nipples upon her pulse help relieve some of the apprehensiveness. Before he sunk into her in one swift fluent motion.

Tears squeezed past the tightly clamped lids, a warm, moisture crawled over the path of the salt water. Opening her eyes revealed the inu licking her cheeks to catch the fallen sorrow. His actions spoke louder than any words he ever express verbally. Although she was uncertain if it was Sesshomaru or his instinct, perhaps both, there was an apology within the hues.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, “You can keep going.”

But the taiyoukai remained still. His buried length remaining warm in the folds of her walls. His attack on her from before had broken the barrier of her maidenhood. However, she had yet to fell the fullness that she experienced now. Flesh stretched to make way for the intrusion of the foreign muscle prying its way into her. Just as she settled from the uncomfortable feeling the inu pressed on with another drive forward proving that he hadn’t fully taken her. Kagome bit her bottom lip as the pain swirled again. It confused her that his previous attentions had been wonderfully arousing, leaving her wanting more and more, but the final act was something so agonizing. Already she was beginning to regret allowing things to progress this far. A quick thrust renewed the ache, not as intense as the first. A third came faster than the second and proved that the torture was yielding slightly. The fourth was followed immediately by another and another drawing out a gasp as her body began to feel the friction of tight walls hugging the pumping organ. Friction from skin against skin brought mind boggling sensations, which crawled around in knots, tangling tighter and tighter.

It seemed like forever and yet not long at all before she was arching upwards, their chests brushing against one another. Enjoy every one of his strokes. Loving the feeling of her inner flesh being caressed. Kagome cried out, screaming the inu’s name before the inu dug fangs pinched the skin near the mark marring her neck, his hips still biting into her deeply. Warmth of his seed kissed her inner walls as his form collapsed onto her with his jaw still pinching her flesh painfully each time she moved.

“Sesshomaru…” a whispered reached his ears but he didn’t release.

They remained motionless until the woman began to feel quite tired all of a sudden. It was only then that the taiyoukai rolled over and pulled his member from her deep tunnel. Kagome rested against the male and waited in hopes he would explain what he had done. From the heat that plagued her abdominal area she made a rational guess and so she wasn’t too shocked to hear what the inu said next.

“You bare this Sesshomaru’s heir. We must return to the palace.”

“Won’t the child be hanyou?” she worried.

“Why does it matter what species our pup is?” he growled.

“You hate Inuyasha for being hanyou…” she began but hushed when the uneasiness in the shared aura became apparent the woman stopped.

“Perhaps this Sesshomaru was wrong in blaming weakness in a mixed breed.”

The small confession of imperfectness was an accomplishment in her eyes. From the small opening of his heart the taiyoukai proved to her that he could feel. It would only take time to draw out emotions and though she was certain he would never be the most approachable, especially to others, she refused to give up. Kagome didn’t believe in fate or destiny, but she had a feeling her purpose was to stand beside the inu and help him in his task.

 In the midst of the aftermath Kagome pondered what she had just done. She was barely sixteen, her birthday had passed a couple weeks ago, and she was now mated. Not to mention she was about to have her first child. The world around her would change before her very eyes. She would learn everything from experience and never would the miko have to worry about studying history again. Yet these things didn’t matter as her thoughts were focused on Inuyasha. The hanyou who she cared so much about had gone off to sleep with his dead miko that had stole her soul. In most situations Kagome would reason that no two wrongs would make a right. Nevertheless, revenge was sweet and she couldn’t help imagine the look on Inuyasha’s face after what pain he had caused her. She was confident he would become jealous that she had found a kind of peace in his half brother’s arms.

Being the woman she was with her optimistic personality so Kagome forced herself to deal with the unfairness of the world. After all she was excessively involved in the worst situations during her travel and this no different… except her life wasn’t endangered and she was permanently stuck, never to be saved. It would take time but Kagome was certain she could grow to understand the inu as her partner. It helped that he had pried feelings from her that she didn’t know existed and it would seem that his animal instincts drove him to care for all her needs.

Was it wrong to settle for someone who didn’t love her but could see to all her needs? Realistically life was a pain. People were hurt by love all the time. With the inu as her mate she wouldn’t have to worry about his wanderings. Their bond would force him to stay on a short leash and cease any wanderings that he might want. Perhaps she could live a comfortable life this way.

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Just over a week later gave the miko plenty of time to think about what she had gotten herself into. Sesshomaru wasn’t horrible. Although they didn’t see eye to eye in many things he was still agreeable and allowed her to have her way many times for the sake of peace and the pleasure of his beast bringing joy to her through the small victory. In return however, he told her that she would be forced to submit to him in public events where his word was law. Kagome wasn’t sure what to expect but Sesshomaru was capable of harming her, or killing her, if he willed it so she didn’t argue. Slowly she was learning his mask though. When she was the only one around, it would fall away more than usual. It didn’t take much to realize the golden orbs that held a look of death for all that crossed his path were the doors to understanding his thoughts.

His bond allowed her to sleep less so she would commonly hold the young ward he travelled with and pet her hair while she slumbered. Her back would lean against the two-headed dragon propping her up. Across the fire, usually under a tree, the inu would sit. Sometimes she would feel his eyes on her and every once in a while their gazes would lock. The understanding between them had grown a bit. To the point that he didn’t demand anything from her or her body. But a few nights after their completed joining she found she couldn’t sleep though she wanted to. Her mind played the images of the night in her head until she built up her courage and rose from her position next to Rin and covered the distance between the slumbering girl and the lord.

Clear like crystal the thoughts and memories flowed. The miko had knelt in front of the inu who she knew was well aware of her close proximately yet kept the golden hues hidden behind thin lids of flesh. With only a moment’s hesitation she sealed her lips against the taiyoukai in her first kiss. It had been strange, they had shared such an intimate act and yet she had to receive a proper kiss. Dawning on her suddenly was the thought that Sesshomaru would grow angry seeing the act as dominating or that a kiss was not something known in the youkai society.

Annoyed and shamed at her act she pulled away suddenly attempting to break contact and return to her sleeping area. But strong limps held fast around her slender waist and crawled upwards along her back. One of his hands rested against her head tugging her to hold still against his lips so he could slip a tongue over the soft flesh before teasing her open mouth as she gasped. Sensing her lack of air the inu pulled away a moment later.

“Why do you interrupt my meditation miko?” he was teasing her, something she wasn’t use to and the mere shock of such an event left her speechless, “Is there something you want from this Sesshomaru?” he added when she said nothing.

“I…I didn’t mean to bother you… never mind,” her hushed voice cracked at the lowness.

“If you seek the attentions of this Sesshomaru and his beast you need only ask,” he had told her before tugging her form to straddle his waist and thrusting in an upwards motion to show her he was planning to take advantage of the situation she put herself in.

As much as she had wanted to continue to fight him and his will, he left her feeling weaker than ever after that night. Not to mention that he could probably sense the need radiating off her body. Sesshomaru led her away from his pack… or rather theirpack. Close enough for him to reach the others if something should stroll along, but far enough so he could listen to the miko’s screams as he drew each orgasm from her body with his talented appendages without waking the slumbering forms. The spent the rest of that night Kagome gave into her secret desires.

At the current moment she was riding, side saddle, upon the two headed dragon. Rin was sprawled across her lap as the woman told the young girl one of the many fairy tales she knew. The inu had Jaken fetch the finest kimono from a local youkai village. The silk hung over her tiny form in many layers reminding her of the wish to be just like a princess she had made when she was younger. Though in pictures the formal kimonos had looked beautiful they were hell to move in. More importantly the binding cloth made it hard for her to move. Most things she needed the assistance of the inu, like climbing onto Ah-Un’s back. Although she had no proof she truly believed Sesshomaru planned this. Later she would ask about travelling clothing that would allow more freedom in her motion. That was once her mind would stop sending back images of their coupling. Until then she would remain speechless. 

A shadow of the inu’s touch lingered over her over sensitive skin. The angry red bite marks that lingered stung with reminder of the warm mouth that had created them. The wind blew through her hair and sent a chill down her spine sending a recollection of the shivers Sesshomaru could retrieve with a single touch. The heat of the day was equal to the heat she felt melting her insides with each deep plunge. The heaviness of her breathing increased with each mental thought that drowned in her mind and the heavy glance from over Sesshomaru’s shoulder proved that he was well aware of her condition. Yet, the eagerness of her body was unable to be eased due to the company they traveled.

When her mind settled, her eyes would linger on the inu’s form slowly leading the pack silently to the northern parts of his land. A couple of times their gaze would lock over his shoulder and she would shyly blush and look away too afraid her thoughts would gain control of her again. As much as she had accepted the inu the previous night, she couldn’t believe that she was a willing participate. But could anyone really fault her for sleeping with the male that was not only her mate but brought pure ecstasy with each caress? Though he was not the man she loved, he had given her no choice in the matter and he didn’t love her, the inu was obviously willing to care for her like she was his everything. Things could be far worst.

Each of these thoughts were cut short. The hanyou finally made his appearance. Sesshomaru’s scent would penetrate the woman’s deeply since he had recently bedded the woman. So when the hanyou didn’t seem to pick up on anything unusual right away the inu became quite depressed. With the overly large fang bare and ready for an attack the half-breed began his usual useless ramblings.

“You bastard you’re the one who took Kagome!” the half breed growled as he drew his fang, “Give me back my miko!”               

“Obviously your nose isn’t capable of deciphering scents well Inuyasha or you would realize that which you think is yours no longer belongs to such a weak, incompetent, male.”

“What are you talking about…?”

It took a moment. Kagome could only watch from her seat as Inuyasha sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring with the deep intakes. At first she saw disbelief wash over his eyes. But pain followed by anger became evident.

“You bitch…!” the half breed was cut short of the accusations he was planning to make, “How could you?”

“That’s right Inuyasha, the miko is a bitch, my bitch. As such this Sesshomaru expects you to remember to hold your tongue when speaking to the Western Lady. The expressions you commonly use are now insults for she is no longer your female to do as you please.”

“I’ll kill you both,” Inuyasha’s blade rose in the air and crashed down sending a wild rush of wind and power in the famous scar attack. Sesshomaru easily blew the attack away with a blast from his own blade protecting not only his being but the forms behind him.

“Inuyasha, what are you doing? It’s not like I’m yours. I never was,” Kagome hissed, annoyed with the immature actions.

“You are mine. I am your alpha. You are part of my pack,” his growl was interrupted when he rushed into the barrier attempting to break through.

“I was part of your pack but completely capable of finding someone else since you never claimed me,” her confidence came from the answers she received upon questioning her new mate.

“I shouldn’t have to…” there was a pause, “You belonged to me. My scent was on you. I protect you. Watch you,” the hanyou locked eyes upon the woman.

Sesshomaru had heard enough from the half breed and chose to step into the conversation; “Who is the miko to you?”

“She’s…” but Inuyasha stopped.

The taiyoukai knew what was going to be said and continued for him, “The miko is your jewel detector. She is the figure to replace the one you lost so you can make up for the guilt that plagues your mind. But you forget she is more than just a mere woman. The miko offers more than any woman ever could. You can’t handle the power she holds, nor can you respect her for what she is. This Sesshomaru plans to see to the things you can’t take care of. Consider it my way of looking out for you, seeing to what is best for your pack. Perhaps also as payment or revenge for the immature actions this Sesshomaru must put up with, in past, present, and future. Kagome is no longer yours.”

The hanyou turned into a motionless statue. His eyes followed the inu walking away with the stunned miko staring at the taiyoukai curiously.

“Sesshomaru did you mean that?” she posed the question when she thought they were out of earshot of Inuyasha. But the hanyou heard the inquiry all the same.

“This Sesshomaru doesn’t lie,” Inuyasha could only just barely hear the inu now that they past the line of trees, “You’re the someone I am meant to protect.”

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Ja ne

Angelic Memories

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