Walking on the Wild Side by sarhea

Splintering Time (03-1) GMDDN Jan 14

Title: Splintering Time (03-1) GMDDN Jan 14

Summary: Kagome is in the future when she meets someone from her past in a dance club.

AN: A little set of related drabbles written for GMDDN Jan 14. Some editing from what was posted to the chat room and two new extended responses.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kagome and Sesshoumaru, or InuYasha and co.

Warnings: graphic sexual intimacy, BDSM, kink, exhibitionism, feet fetish.

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PROMPT 5: Kinky Boots (465 words)

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Kagome shifted in her black stiletto boots. They weren’t the most comfortable footwear but Eri had insisted they made her look like a complete vamp. Kagome wasn’t quite sure how right Eri was but the boots did make her feel a little slutty. Not that she was really a slut. Thanks to InuYasha’s dog-in-the-manger tendencies she was still a virgin at nineteen. It had been twenty months since Naraku had been destroyed, the Shikon restored, and she’d been dumped back into the future. She’d spent the first three moping and the rest struggling to catch up. She succeeded. Sort of.

Tonight was to be her reward … a night out on the town with her girlfriends. Warily she eyed her reflection in the coat-room full-length mirror. A purple top decorated with gold sequins. A short black leather skirt that ended several inches above her knees. Knee high four-inch black stiletto boots with very pointed toes. Her makeup consisted of her eyes being outlined with kohl and highlighted with silver-grey eye-shadow, and her lips coated in mulberry gloss.

Her eyes caught Yuka’s in the mirror.

“Don’t worry Kagome. Tonight is for fun.”

And with that she dragged the Shikon miko out into the club packed with males and females looking for a good time.

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Sesshoumaru had a fetish. It was a pretty tame one compared to some fetishes he’d heard about. Most males talked about being a tit-man, an ass-man, or a leg-man. Sesshoumaru adored a woman’s feet. Something about the delicate yet sturdy structures always caught his attention. Maybe it was because a woman in stilettos or wedges walked with a natural sway that rolled her hips and thrust out her chest. Heels just emphasized everything that made a woman a woman. Patronizing dance clubs exposed him to females of all races and all sorts of feet. And other body parts.

Gold eyes drifted across the room looking for someone new, someone fresh. He frowned as traces of a familiar scent caught his attention. He put his drink down and looked around for the source of the scent. His eyes fell on a trio of girls, probably high school students or first years at college. There was nothing out of the ordinary about them. Then they parted to reveal a fourth.

It was her. InuYasha’s miko.

She was dressed in a short leather skirt baring her toned legs and a tight fitting purple top and her feet! Gold eyes zoned straight onto narrow feet shod in black kinky boots. A wicked smile curved his lips as he wondered what other kinks he could discover in the little miko. He slid off the bar stool and began working through the crowd, towards his target, the first and only bitch to ever defy him and survive.

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PROMPT 6: Depravity (470 words)

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Kagome stiffened feeling the unmistakable sensation of rising jyaki. She glanced around looking for the source and could see nothing through the mass of writhing bodies. Then she saw him, head and shoulders above everyone, the crowd parting before him like the Red Sea.

Sesshoumaru.

Only now he was dressed in tight fitting white leather: pants, sleeveless vest and boots. His markings clearly visible on toned flesh, twin red strips twisting around his wrists, up his arms and around his biceps before vanishing into the armholes. His hair was shorter now, restrained in a high tail, like his father. The markings on his face were unmistakable: twin red slashes on each cheek and the crescent moon on his forehead. She noticed the small empty zone around him. She doubted anyone knew what he truly was (youkai) but no one could deny the power he radiated. The only oddly jarring notes were the stylish silver-rimmed rectangular rose-tinted lenses shielding gold eyes.

He was standing before her now.

“Little miko,” he murmured in a deep voice that held a distinctive growl that sent a jolt straight to her core.

“Kagome, do you know him?” Eri asked.

Kagome’s mind went blank for a brief moment. “This is InuYasha’s brother…” She glanced at him uncertainly.

“Taisho Sesshoumaru,” he continued smoothly before reaching out to take Kagome’s hand. She could not see the claws but she could feel the distinctive pinpricks in her flesh. If she pulled away he would draw blood, and she sensed he had no qualms about doing so. “I hope you forgive us but I have not seen Kagome for a while and I’d like to catch up on her.”

“Of course!” Yuka was more than happy to accommodate. She was the one most eager to see Kagome find a guy and settle into a relationship.

Kagome couldn’t do much at this point. Screaming that Taisho Sesshoumaru was an inu-daiyoukai who tried to kill her would only get her locked up in a padded room.

“Come little miko,” he murmured. “Surely you are curious to know what happened to your friends in the past.”

She eyed him warily. “Yes. But I’m not sure if I can afford the price you’ll demand.”

He grinned broadly. “You are wise. But I think you will be more than able to pay my price.”

He rested his clawed hand against the small of her back, sharp pin pricks stabbing through the thin silk.

“What do you want?”

He bent down low and murmured in her ear. “You. In my bed. Under me. Spread out around me. Bleeding. Aching. Begging. Screaming my name.”

She stared at him horrified by the images his depraved words had conjured. She could almost see it in her own mind’s eye.

And the sick thing was it only made her aroused.

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PROMPT 9: Collared (~1300 words) Jan 15

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Gold eyes gleamed as he scented the fresh bloom of fluid between her thighs.

“So you like it little miko. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you? Or would you like it even more if I actually do what I say to you?” She whimpered and swayed towards him.

He grinned viciously, gripping the back of her neck and almost dragging her towards a recessed booth. Kagome was surprised to see there was a hidden door in the paneling, a door that slid open and closed tight behind them. Once they were out of sight he forced her to her knees in the corridor, twisting his clawed fingers in her hair while he undid the hooks and zipper with his free hand. Kagome wondered how he managed, wearing tight leather pants without any underwear. Her own skirt was chaffing where it rubbed against her skin.

Blue eyes went very wide when the flaccid length stiffened and began to expand in length and girth, pointing out and up.

“Suck,” he ordered thrusting the tip at her mouth. “You will regret if you bite,” he warned.

Kagome gave up the half-formed idea. Part of her insisted she could purify his dick off. No guy could ignore that pain. But deep down inside she didn’t want to. She needed him to co-operate with her. She wanted to know what happened to her friends. She eyed the broad purpling mushroom shaped head.

“You’re too big,” she complained. But he didn’t care.

“Use your hands then.”

So she did.

Warily she opened her mouth and slipped her lips over the tip, exploring tentatively with her tongue. He didn’t taste bad, a bit salty and musky. She relaxed her jaw and leaned forward to swallow more of him. She nearly gagged when he hit the back of her mouth.  Reflexively she gripped the thick flesh still exposed to air with both hands. He hissed when her hands tightened around him but he did not thrust into her mouth. She ran the edge of her nail along the turgid tissue, tracing the veins, the sensitive underside to his balls. They were larger than what she had seen in an anatomy text. Then again he was an inu-youkai and bound to be different than mortal males. Curious she explored the skin between the base of his cock and the front of his balls.

“Miko,” he snarled and then he was coming in her mouth.

She gagged and tried to jerk away but he tightened his grip in her hair. She forced herself to swallow the thick musky fluid. She didn’t want to choke on it.

By the time he finally stopped coming the insides of her mouth and throat were complete coated with his essence. It did not taste bitter like Eri said, just different.

He dragged her to her feet by her hair and hauled her against him, kissing her hard, swiping his tongue along the inside of her mouth, tasting himself on her. When he finally lifted his mouth and she recovered her senses she realized she was in a different corridor, one lined with warded doors. He stopped in front of one and brushed his jyaki against the frame. The door slid open obligingly and he jerked her in after him.

It was an access point to a balcony, a private aerie with a birds-eye view down into the lower levels where she had been, the dance floor. But she didn’t remember seeing any balconies when she was down there.

“You wouldn’t,” he murmured. “The VIP boxes are spelled to be hidden from ningens. They are for youkai only,” he explained.

His large hand was a manacle around one wrist as he pulled her forward, to the front of the balcony where the only physical barrier was an old-fashioned wrought iron balustrade railing. Kagome could see the neko youkais in the balcony across looking at them.

“They can see us,” she whispered.

“The boxes are only shielded from the lower levels. Not other boxes.”

And then he pushed her to her knees before the railing. She put her hands out to catch and grip the twisted metal, to keep her head from smashing into them. The carpet thankfully protected her knees from anything more serious than a rug burn. She gasped and struggled when he produced a white silk scarf from somewhere and proceeded to wrap it around her neck, twisting the ends together to tighten alarmingly around her throat.

“Stop it,” she gasped clawing at the material.

“Then do not fight me little miko,” he crooned in her ear. “I said I wanted you spread under me, bleeding and begging for me. You will give me exactly what I desire little one.”

The material relaxed enough to allow her to breath. She kicked out at him but he easily evaded her, catching her foot and unbalancing her, thrusting a leather-shod foot between her knees and forcing them apart. She cried out as her legs separated under his rough actions. He was kneeling behind her now, his hands gripping the ends of the scarf, twisting around her wrists before securing them to the bars in front of her. She was essentially collared and leashed now, chained to the railing.

“They will see,” she panted, jerking her head at the very interested neko-youkais across from them.

Sesshoumaru made a sound, a cross between a purr and a growl. And he latched onto her neck just below her ear sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Yes,” he hissed in her ear. “They will see my dominance over you. You will take this one’s cock, cum and power and you will scream and beg for more.”

His clawed fingertips fell on her hips and dragged down scoring through the leather, shredding the material at the sides before slashing horizontally across the curves of her ass. She did not know how he managed it but the leather fell in shreds leaving her ass exposed to the cool air, her curves bared by the black silk thong she wished she hadn’t worn. She got her wish when his fingers slipped under the narrow bands of material and elastic and cut them at the base of her spine. She could feel the material falling away, leaving her exposed to him.

She could feel his cock gliding against her, coating itself in her fluids before he shifted angles to nudge against her opening. His fingers were there, probing her, spreading her open for him. Before she could do more than gasp he was driving into her so hard he knocked her knees off the carpeted floor. Before she could even adjust to the reality of his cock inside her he was driving his fangs into her left shoulder, above her collarbone. She screamed as she felt the burn of his power and poison in her veins. Her reiki surged, trying to fight it off, to purify the alien interlopers. She sobbed as his own aura forced hers into submission. He growled low and dangerously at her back and she couldn’t help but react to the dangerous thrill, the knowledge that this beautiful male wanted her.

“Mine,” he snarled as he thrust against her. “My bitch. My miko.”

She sobbed softly and tried to focus on other things than his solid girth working in and out of her body. She realized the truth now. Sesshoumaru had planned this. He used the intervening five-hundred years to become stronger. He had somehow figured out a way to cage her powers without destroying it. He had absolutely no fears of her purifying energies. She was his now.  Well and truly collared, tamed and submissive to his, and only his, hand.

She screamed his name as she came around him for what she knew would be just the first time. And she was right.

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PROMPT 10: Seekers (~1200 words) Jan 15

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Kagome whimpered and shifted minutely. He growled low and warningly but allowed her to move onto her side before pulling her back against his front, her rump cushioning his groin. She was stretched open around his cock, the turgid shaft splitting her open. She could feel him deep inside her belly, his cum oozing out of her around him. Her leather skirt was more like a shredded band around her waist, her blouse had been ripped open down her front, the fabric just hanging open from her shoulders like a shrug.

She still didn’t understand how this had happened. Why hadn’t she fought him with her powers in the first place? Right after he had dragged her off the dance floor would have been the perfect time to purify him and run. But she hadn’t. She had submitted to him, allowed him to take her body with only the most perfunctory of struggles. And when she had really struggled to escape his permanent claim she had discovered it was an exercise in futility. If only she had followed her first instincts and run.

“Tell me little miko, do you understand why you submitted to me so beautifully? Why you are beneath me, still impaled on my dick like a fragile bird?” he murmured. “Why you are not weeping and screaming accusations and struggling to escape?”

She breathed deeply. “It’s useless to run. What you claim you hold. You are inu-youkai.”

“Correct,” he purred and thrust his hips against her bum. “So why did you not fight?”

Because she had been seeking knowledge. The truth about what had happened to her friends five centuries in the past. She had never expected to be actually taken and dominated under so many voyeuristic eyes, and to be mate-claimed! Instead she tried to change the subject.

“How did youkai survive?” she asked, trying to keep her voice level. “I never felt or saw anything, even after I started travelling into the past. Except for a few incidents,” she qualified remembering the Noh’s mask.

She did not expect him to chuckle and actually answer her question.

“It was your kit. He was a cunning one even at a young age. He saw, heard, and understood much more than you would have thought.”

Kagome was first surprised then accepting. Shippo was smart and had no qualms about eavesdropping and sneaking around to uncover secrets. But still… “And he told you everything?” she was sceptical.

“No, but he would talk to Rin. I often left her in the old miko’s hut for training in human ways. After some effort and questioning I managed to put enough information together and extrapolate scenarios. I took precautions to protect me and mine.”

“There are a lot of youkai out there Sesshoumaru.”

“And they owe loyalty to me. I am the only surviving Cardinal Lord from before the Fall. There are tais but they are all lesser.” He nuzzled her, the flesh above her collar bone scarred by his fangs.

She inhaled deeply. “And now?” she asked carefully.

“You are mine.” His response was absolute and unequivocal. “I will never let you go.”

She twisted to meet his eyes. “Do you honestly think I’ll just roll over and submit without fighting? I will watch and wait for my chance Sesshoumaru; and when it comes I will take it.”

“It doesn’t matter little miko,” he purred. “I’ve marked you with my scent and seed and power. It will never fade. Even if you escape into the past, my past self will pursue you because you have been marked by me.”

She stared at him horrified and confused. “Why are you doing this?” she wanted to know. “You hate humans, remember?”

His eyes were no longer red stained but pure pools of liquid gold. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“I regret.” His answer baffled her. “I regret I stood by and did nothing when you returned to the past and mated the hanyou.”

Kagome stiffened. Out of all the explanations possible she had never expected this. “The well is closed.”

“It reopens, or it would have in a year.”

“I return to the past?” she couldn’t still the sudden joy filling her heart.

“You did, but now you won’t.”

“If I returned I must!” she hissed. “I’m not going to risk a time paradox and destroy reality!”

He growled low and warningly. “Time is not so fragile little miko. You had very little impact in the past.” He watched her fall silent, bewildered by his vague words. “Do you wish to know why?” She stared up with wide blue eyes. “You died six months after going back. When you returned you mated the hanyou but he never truly wanted or saw You. He wanted the undead miko, your predecessor. Despite Tessaiga he lost control of his youkai blood several times and went on many feral rages, destroying property and harming you. In one of those states he killed you. I used Tensaiga to revive you. He seemed repentant and you begged for his life so I spared him. I did warn him I would kill him if he ever harmed you.” His eyes were bleeding red. “And do you know what happened? Ten weeks later the houshi sent a message informing me the hanyou had killed you a second time. There was no second chance for you so I did not give the hanyou a second chance; I killed the disgrace. I only spared him the first time because you begged me.”

Kagome could not breath. She was struggling to absorb the outpouring of highly emotional information from an enraged daiyoukai. Hearing your death, even if it had not happened, sort of… it was enough to twist even the sanest mind into knots.

“Why did he do it?” she asked.

“He never let go of the undead one. His beast saw you as Her, as betrayer. In his fits he saw Her.” Sesshoumaru’s explanation was brutal but succinct.

She turned away and remained quiet for a while.

“This doesn’t explain why you are doing this,” she murmured. “If InuYasha doesn’t really love me I simply won’t go back.”

He shrugged. “Perhaps. And perhaps your soft heart will push you to give him a second chance, as just a friend. But the hanyou is not to be trusted, his blood is too volatile, too wild. If you choose to return you may but you will never be his. My scent and claim will not fade. He will eventually attack you for what he perceives as betrayal. My past self will be there and he will know you are Sesshoumaru’s by our scent on you. Stay in this time, or return to the past, you will belong to Sesshoumaru and Sesshoumaru only.”

“I still don’t understand,” she whispered. “I’m just a silly human girl.”

“No, you are mine.”

When Kagome followed Sesshoumaru she had never expected the trail he had put her own, the knowledge he had shared. Being a seeker of truth was an uncomfortable thing, she decided. The miko wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was that the daiyoukai felt for her but it certainly wasn’t indifference. Possessiveness and domination wasn’t love but these were qualities he developed over time… because he did not want to lose her. It wasn’t love but Kagome was willing to work with what she had.