Bound by Corruption by BelovedStranger

Open Your Eyes

Prompt:

'A prophet is not recognized in his own land.' 

A loud blast echoed around them, a bright flash of power, demonic in nature, destroyed part of the bandit forces’ castle. Even though they were nowhere near the deadly attack, Kagome could hear screams. Even as she recoiled in surprise, her companion stood unmoving.

“W-what was that?”

“The Wind Scar,” Sesshomaru replied monotonously, leading her towards the broken gates.

The high wall surrounding the castle was built out of solid rock, but where the thick, wooden gate should have been to keep out trespassers was gone. Crumbling rock and splintered wood was the only obstacles remaining to either climb over or move around to gain entrance into the enemy’s stronghold. As they moved past the destruction, going inside the castle walls, Kagome noticed deep depressions in the ground. Long lines, several yards in length, cut into the ground like scars.

“The Wind—what?”

Sesshomaru gazed around, inwardly, grudgingly impressed as always by Tetsusaiga’s awesome powers. It was a sword he himself had once coveted, before he’d come to possess an even stronger fang—his own, Bakusaiga. 

Sesshomaru cupped Kagome’s elbow, and helped her around the crumbling gate and into the courtyard filled with the dead.

“The Wind Scar,” he repeated patiently. “Inuyasha’s sword bequeathed to him by our father has the power to destroy a hundred enemies with one stroke. The sword was forged from our father’s fang and named Tetsusaiga.”

Before Kagome could answer, just realizing that Sesshomaru’s brother was stronger than she’d previously thought, screaming, blood covered bandits came running towards them. The fear in their expressions was undeniable, and the sight of Sesshomaru and Kagome between them and escape had them stumbling to a stop. All four of them gaped at them. Kagome would have been totally fine with allowing them escape. Her purpose was to find Kikyo and defend her should her elder sister be in danger, not attack cowards.

But it seemed these men bolstered their courage and ran at them, swords drawn, and screaming in a clear attempt at intimidation. While Kagome stiffened and struggled to prepare her bow and arrow, clearly affected by their tactic, Sesshomaru merely sneered. Without drawing his own blade, a waste on these scum, he flicked his wrist contemptuously at them, his green whip flashing out and easily tearing them down with one swipe.

Kagome grimaced as blood spewed into the air, only to soak into the ground next to the attackers’ body parts. No matter how many times she’d seen an enemy torn apart, the sight always turned her stomach. Death was a whole lot messier than she’d ever imagined.

“Let’s go, Kagome,” Sesshomaru intoned stoically.

Before she could react, a strong arm was wrapped around her waist, and they were airborne. A mistake. Because as soon as they flew close to the impressive castle, arrows were launched at them from dozens upon dozens of men manning the walls.

Kagome screamed when Sesshomaru dodged them, scaring the life out of her as he turned them vertically in the air, even upside down in dizzying circles. Incensed that human scum dared attack him and his precious miko, Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at them and charged. Using his claws at the oncoming projections, acid sprang out and melted them before they could strike.

The bandits screamed, a few shouted to keep firing arrows, while others fell over each other in a useless bid at escape. Sesshomaru landed in their midst and shoved Kagome behind him. Still, he did not draw his sword.

Using his acid at the closest humans, he sprayed them with the deadly, green liquid, and watched them melt into piles of blood and meat and bones. They didn’t even have time to scream as his acid consumed them.

Behind him, using his large body as a shield, Kagome notched her bow and fired, killing a man who had lifted his own bow to strike Sesshomaru down. Her arrow flew true, sinking into his throat. She barely heard the gurgling sound over the screams and shouts.

The two kept close. When Sesshomaru moved to advance on more men, Kagome was close behind him, firing arrows. And because they were a threat to her sister, wherever she might be in this chaos, Kagome even struck at the men fleeing for their lives without hesitation. She didn’t see them as humans, only the enemy, didn’t have the luxury to quim about taking another human life.

She had someone to protect, and these men would take Kikyo from her if given the chance. She almost smiled ruefully when she realized that her sister would probably not recognize her after all the change and maturing she’d done while they had been apart.

“Miko! Get behind the beam,” Sesshomaru ordered her and raced after a group of bandits.

Kagome didn’t hesitate. She did as she was told. Using the beam as protection just in case a bandit decided to shoot more arrows at her, Kagome drew back her bowstring and fired. Normally, she’d infuse her arrows with her purifying light, but these were humans, and she didn’t need to waste her strength by using her reiki.

And in just a few minutes, the bandits were dead. At least this small force. There were probably more around, a lot more. Bodies littered the ground, blood everywhere, body parts either intact or bits and pieces lying around. As Kagome gazed in mute horror, Sesshomaru returned to her side.

He slipped a reassuring arm around her waist. “You did well.”

Still mute, she nodded, grim determination setting her features, stiffening her spine. As they ran down the hall and into the manor, she kept reminding herself that this was necessary, that she wasn’t murdering these people but defending the last of her family. War, bloodshed, nothing mattered. Not the men she had been forced to kill, even the cowards who ran, not the blood and bodies riddling the ground.

Only one thing mattered now.

“Do you know where Kikyo is?”

“I can feel her presence. She’s with my bother.”

Turning a corner, there were more bandits. As if they had been waiting for them, a horde of men ran at them, shouting and brandishing swords. Sesshomaru didn’t hesitate. He went into the midst of their charging party and slashed with his claws, kicking out at them with his booted foot, cracking bones, fracturing skulls.   

Seeing that he hadn’t hesitated to bring them down, Kagome forced herself to see Sesshomaru as he truly was. A demon, a ruthless Inugami in his element—death and mayhem. She’d seen him kill before, but something was different this time—he was different. Whereas before Sesshomaru took sick pleasure in killing, this time he was methodical in his movements. There was no pleasure curving his lips, no gleam in his eyes as his enemies fell before him. It was then that Kagome realized the difference. Sesshomaru wasn’t trying to corrupt her. That had been the only reason why he’d basked in the previous deaths since she’d known him.

He was trying to help her, to get her to Kikyo and help save her sister. His actions, every flick of his wrist, every rotation of his body as he dispatched another bandit spoke of clear-minded determination.

No.

It was more than that, she knew, was coming to suspect as the truth. Sesshomaru acted like his opponents were scum, like they didn’t matter, or deserved life. They were just in his way. How should she feel about that? Knowing that Sesshomaru held these men’s lives in no regard at all?

The answer—nothing.

She was a miko. She was taught to show compassion and believe that every man deserved to live his life as he chose, but these men weren’t human. They didn’t have a soul, no conscience. It was then that she realized that she cared nothing at all for these men either. They were in her way. They had to die not because they were evil or because she wanted to be their judge and executioner, but because they threatened the life of the one she loved.

To live was to die.

To love was to hate.

To protect she had to kill.

Kagome didn’t hesitate when a man rushed her, wearing armor and swinging his sword at her with deadly intent. She struck him down with an arrow. She’d barely had time to string her bow before he was upon her, and fear swelled in her gut at that brush of death. No! She was not going to die here, not yet. Determination only fueled her as Sesshomaru signaled for her to come to him after all their enemies lay dead on the ground.

“They are in the castle—” began Sesshomaru, only to be interrupted by another wave of youki. A horrendous blast echoed around them, and the very foundation of the manor trembled. Dust fell around them, and Sesshomaru snarled. “Foolish pup!”

“What’s going on?!” Kagome screamed, stumbling with the quaking floor, then falling to her knees, unable to retain her balance.

All around them, the support beams cracked, the walls fissuring with deep depressions as the structure threatened to crumble, to bury them alive and crush them to death. Sesshomaru had no doubt that he could survive the castle toppling on top of him, but not Kagome. She was human, frail—she could die.

He reached down and dragged her up and into his arms.

“We are getting out of here!”

Kagome didn’t protest as Sesshomaru raced through the winding halls, moving through large and small rooms in search of a way out. All around them, bandits screamed in fear, trying to get out as well as the manor threatened to be their grave, but a few were stupid enough to confront Sesshomaru or get in his way. Using his poison whip, he dispatched them easily, contemptuously.

Just above, a thick, wooden beam gave out, forcing Sesshomaru to dodge to the side. Then, like a domino effect, more beams cracked and splintered, crashing down onto the floor, and since they were not on ground level, the weight of the smashing beams shuddered the floor. In some places, the floor splintered and gave under the weight.

Kagome watched with wide eyed horror as bandits were crushed under the beams, their bodies breaking open like a squeezed orange, painting the floor crimson, while others fell through the floor, their high pitched wails abruptly cut off  as they landed, bodies shattered.

Another blast of youki—Inuyasha’s Wind Scar, Kagome now knew.

Sesshomaru snarled as the floor crumbled beneath his feet, the ceiling collapsing around them. Dust and debris choked the scream Kagome had been about to make as they fell. Acting quickly as splintered wood and plaster bombarded his back, Sesshomaru curled around Kagome and gathered his energy around him, creating a barrier around them. Using more energy, he kept them suspended in the air, stopping their downwards fall, even as the manor’s foundation smashed and cracked against his barrier, trying to take them down with the castle and bury them.

Even before all was settled, Sesshomaru lifted them higher into the air. The heavy obstacles around them were no match for his strength as his force field pushed aside anything and everything in his path, or even going through the wood, punching holes into wood and rock. Higher and higher they rose while Kagome clung to his shoulders, her face buried against his chest, her small body trembling. He could smell her fear, and he gnashed his fangs, pissed anew at his brother’s brash attack.

It didn’t matter that Inuyasha was obviously unaware of their presence. Kagome had been put in danger by that half-breed’s hands. And he would pay dearly for that.

With a crash, Sesshomaru finally emerged from the rubble with Kagome held protectively in his arms. Shooting high into the air, he lowered the barrier, and they gazed around at the destruction. The sun was setting, bathing the collapsed castle in vivid oranges and reds, making it seem like everything was on fire even though it was not.

“Wow,” Kagome whispered shakily, gazing down, her death grip on Sesshomaru’s shoulders not lessening in the slightest.

With all the smoke from the dust, she couldn’t see much. Even the courtyard seemed bathed in the fog. She couldn’t see Kikyo or Inuyasha yet, and that worried her.

“Do you… Do you think they made it out?”

There was no need to voice who she meant. Sesshomaru understood, and he nodded.

“Most likely. That idiot doesn’t know how to die.”

Somehow, that didn’t do much to reassure her.

Blood covered Sesshomaru’s clothes, staining her own and her hands. She ignored it as he took them to the ground. She coughed on the settling dust. There were bandits who had survived the manor’s collapse, having not been within or around the crumbling structure as it fell. Out of the dust, they came.

The bandits stumbled to a halt at the first sight of them, but Sesshomaru didn’t hesitate. While he attacked, more emerged, either one at a time or in twos and threes as they coughed and tried to flee, but seeing Kagome, they built their courage and came at her. Most fell beneath Sesshomaru’s poison whip, but one got past him without Sesshomaru realizing it. The bandit had lost his helm, blood falling down his face from a wound on his forehead, blinding one of his eyes with blood. He held no sword, probably lost it during the battle, but he was no less scary unarmed.

Kagome tried to notch an arrow, but he was too close. With a menacing grin, seeing that he had the advantage, he tackled her. With a muffled oomph, the bandit’s arm caught her in the stomach. She toppled backwards, the brute falling half on top of her, pinning her legs beneath his heavy weight.

As the bandit scrambled to climb fully on top of her, Kagome opened her mouth to scream, fear tightening her muscles, trying to take over her mind and senses, but large hands wrapped around her neck. She couldn’t breathe let alone scream! As he laughed in her face, spittle lashing her cheek, and foul breath washing over her, Kagome’s eyes widened on that grisly mask hovering over her. Bloodlust and death stared back at her.

In her panic, Kagome forgot that she could communicate to Sesshomaru telepathically. Her hands clawed at the brute’s wrists and fingers, trying to pry his punishing grip from her neck, but it was useless. He was stronger. Chocking, the outer edge of her vision darkening, threatening to send her into unconsciousness, Kagome let go with her right hand and searched the ground near her, knowing death would follow if she were to pass out.

Fear was like an insidious monster, threatening to consume her. Her desperate hand found a slim stick, and she grasped it like a lifeline, but as if he knew what she was about, one of the bandit’s hands released her neck and took ahold of her wrist in a crushing hold. But the pressure on her throat did not abate in the slightest.

With more fear behind the blow than strength in the awkward position she was in, Kagome struck out with her other fist, punching him in the throat. He released her neck with a chocked cry, reeling back. As he straddled her hips, he released her completely to grab ahold of his own neck as he fought to breathe.

Seeing her chance, Kagome sucked in much needed air and fought not to cough as she struck with the object in her now freed hand—the arrow she’d dropped. The sharp point dug into his ear. A muffled bellow, blood spurting, but he was not dead yet. She hadn’t struck nearly hard enough.

With a coughing scream of her own, Kagome flung her arm wildly. More luck than aim, the arrowhead sliced his carotid artery. Big hands clamped down on the wound, but dark blood gushed between clenched fingers, spraying her face with hot, sticky blood. He fell to the ground beside her, whimpering and convulsing.

Scrambling to her feet, Kagome doubled over in a fit of coughing, her throat burning with every breath she took, her bruised neck paining her like sharp needles. As she fought to breathe, the man’s frantic movements lessened, then finally stopped. Glazed eyes stared up at her—dead.

Not seeing Sesshomaru, she tried to call out to him, but her bruised throat could not make coherent sound yet.

Sesshomaru! she shouted mentally, finally remembering to communicate to him mind to mind. Where are—

Someone ran into her from behind, taking her to the dirt again. A tangle of limbs and shouted words as they both tried to regain their feet. On her knees beside yet another bandit, Kagome screeched, fear taking ahold of her anew. Though this brute tried to scramble away, she fell on him with a banshee like wail. Lifting her hand that still held the bloodied arrow, she stabbed him over and over again. She aimed for whatever flesh she could see not protected by armor—his neck and face.

Hands tried to shove her away, but only for a moment as she continued to lift her arm and strike. Blood spurted from multiple wounds, bathing her face further, neck and chest. She didn’t care, but when her arm finally gave out on her, her strength gone, she blinked away the sticky substance that blinded her, and saw a horrific sight.

The bandits face was no longer recognizable and his neck left in shreds. Skin was peeled back and she saw muscle and bone. His eyes were mere bloody holes, his nose cut off. She’d mutilated him.

Gagging, Kagome fell back, her rump landing painfully on the ground as she scampered backwards with a flailing of limbs, only to feel a hand on her shoulder, stopping her flight. Panicked, Kagome emanated a muffled scream and lifted her blood soaked arrow. A hand gripped her wrist, halting her attack, and amber eyes stared back at her. A familiar, soothingly deep voice penetrated the fog of her fear.

“Kagome, Kagome! Be at ease. It is I. Sesshomaru!”

“S-sessho…maru..?”

Strong arms wrapped around her back, and she was pressed up against Sesshomaru’s blood soaked chest, her face making the white garment redder still. A palm stroked the back of her head, calming her.

“Yes. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

Kagome clutched at him and began to cry.

“He… he tried to… I was so scared!”

Sesshomaru frowned, pushed her back to inspect her for injuries. Blood covered her, but thankfully none of it seemed to be her own, but his eyes narrowed on her neck. Bruises were already starting to form, hand prints. She’d almost been strangled. Because he hadn’t been by her side, Kagome had almost died. Realizing that, Sesshomaru shuddered violently. Using a clean patch on his haori sleeve, he did his best to wipe away the blood on her face.

Her face was still crimson when he pulled away, but at least it wasn’t dripping with the bandit scums’ blood anymore.

“Calm yourself, Kagome. They’re dead now. You’re safe.”

When she continued to cry silently, Sesshomaru longed to pull her into his arms again and comfort her, but now was not the time. Grabbing her shoulders, he shook her roughly.

“Now is not the time to go into hysterics! We still have to find your sister, remember?”

The fear in her brown eyes receded at the mention of Kikyo. The tears slowly stopped, and Kagome nodded silently. Sesshomaru helped her to her feet. Picking her up, he carried her towards the place he felt their siblings’ auras. However, when he found them, he stopped.

“What? Why did you stop?” Kagome asked, gazing around them before she was struck mute.

Several yards away, she saw them. Kikyo and Inuyasha were embracing, kissing heatedly and shoving each other’s clothes off. In the back of her mind, Kagome realized her sister wouldn’t be doing what she obviously intended, to have sex on the battlefield, if the enemy hadn’t been dispatched.

With a shocked gasp, she turned her face against Sesshomaru’s chest and said on a hiss, “Give them some privacy! I don’t want to watch my sister… doing that again!”

Glancing up at him with narrowed eyes, meeting his amused, amber stare, she silently dared him to object.

“Of course, aijin. I would never wish to interrupt a mating couple.”

With a disbelieving shriek, Kagome punched him in the shoulder as he turned away from the couple and took them to the sky again.

“Wait! Where are we going? We can’t just leave!”

Sesshomaru chuckled wickedly.

“Have a change of heart, did you? Do you want to watch—”

“No!” she all but screamed.

Not a minute later, Sesshomaru dropped down, landing soundlessly on the ground. They were still within the walls of the bandits’—now dead or fled—stronghold, but far enough away from Kikyo and Inuyasha to give them privacy. They were in another section of the courtyard, but it seemed Inuyasha and Kikyo had been here as well, for dead bandits littered the ground, blood and gore scattered everywhere. Even beneath Sesshomaru’s boots was a puddle of blood. He didn’t seem to care.

“Sesshomaru, how long do you think we’re going to have to—”

Sesshomaru wasn’t listening. Instead, he buried his face in her throat, forcing her to tip her head back and felt his tongue lap at her exposed flesh.

“Hey!” She shoved against his head. Her hand was sticky with drying blood, and it left a crimson smudge in his beautiful, silver locks. She hardly noticed. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Inhuman eyes impaled her wide eyed gaze, an undeniable heat smoldering his amber pools. Her breath caught at the heated quality he didn’t even try to hide from her. Instantly, despite the carnage and devastation around them, her body responded to that look.

Without answering her, he tightened his arms around her. Head descending slowly, he gave her ample time to turn away from his advance, but she didn’t, couldn’t. Enthralled by the promise of pleasure in his hooded gaze, Kagome murmured a small sound of pleasure when his lips brushed hers. Usually, his kisses were hard, all-consuming, but this time, they were like butterfly wings. One second, she barely felt his mouth, the next, he was pressing just a little harder, but still it was the gentlest kiss she’d ever experienced from him.

Angling his head from side to side, he brushed her lips with his own chastely until her lips trembled. Wanting more, knowing he could give her a much more satisfying kiss, Kagome leaned towards him. She parted her lips in a silent signal for more. Instead of thrusting his tongue inside as she wanted, Sesshomaru’s lips parted. He mimicked the motions of his previous kisses, opening and closing his mouth, rubbing their lips together, and though it heated her blood further, he did not give her his tongue.

With a small sound of frustration, Kagome took the initiative and thrust her tongue inside Sesshomaru’s mouth in an attempt to coax his own to come out and play with hers. However, as soon as her tongue entered his mouth, his lips wrapped around the appendage and suckled gently, teeth nipping at her.

Her breath caught.

If he was trying to seduce her, it was working. She wanted more, ached for it—for him.

“Sesshomaru,” she whimpered into his mouth, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, trying to make him kiss her harder.

“You want me, Kagome?” he whispered huskily to her when he pulled back instead of heeding her seductive call.

“Yes!” She tried to kiss him again, but she was settled too low on his chest to reach his lips, so she placed openmouthed kisses on his neck, sucking his flesh. He groaned. Her womb clenched at the erotic sound.

She forgot that her sister was even now being embraced by her lover, about the death around them. Her only thoughts were centered on her man, her lover.

Her tongue found his pulse, and she licked at it, only to recoil at the taste of copper and iron. Blinking dazed eyes, she saw the few specks of blood on his throat where she’d been licking, and it wasn’t his blood, she knew. In dawning horror, Kagome barely felt Sesshomaru move, not until her back was pressed against a hard surface, a wall. Something cool soaked into the back of her haori, and there was no doubt in her mind what it was—blood. Sesshomaru easily manipulated her limbs, pressing his chest against hers to keep her in place and grasped the back of her thighs. He forced her to wrap her legs around his hips before grinding his thick shaft against her core, causing her to moan.

Desire conflicted with horror as his hand gripped the back of her hair and tugged, forcing her to look up at him. His kiss had been gentle. His manhandling was not.

He licked her face, cleaning her cheek of the blood that was still there. Then he was kissing his way across her jaw until he reached her ear, where he nipped almost painfully at the lobe. She gasped sharply, liquid heat pooling between her thighs.

“Sesshomaru. Now’s not the—”

“Look at me,” he commanded, none of the lust in his eyes portraying in his voice when she met his gaze.

Like her, his breathing was deeper, coming faster, and like her, his body was primed for sex. As they stared into each other’s eyes, he thrust against her core purposefully—once, twice, then thrice before he held still, using his hips to pin her against the bloodied wall behind her.

Her next breath was shuddered, aroused.

“See me,” he murmured, hunching over her.

“I do see you.”

He shook his head once, his gaze hard despite his desire. “You look at me but you do not see. You do not comprehend who I am.”

He parted the folds of her haori, baring the bindings that wrapped around her chest. With his claws, he easily shredded the fabric, spilling her bountiful breasts to his gaze. She tried to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall on either side of her. Blood and stone scraped her soft flesh.

“No more hiding,” he told her. “You want me to see you for who you are, and I am—now. You are not the hypocrite I thought you to be, hiding your inner darkness with your calling as a priestess. I see you, a courageous woman, kind and giving. You do not allow the darkness within yourself to taint who and what you are.” Then he kissed her, hard, his fang biting into her lower lip until a drop of blood welled and he licked it away. “I accept you the way you are, Kagome. I don’t ask you to accept me in kind, but to see me.”

Looking into his gaze, Kagome saw, understood what he was trying to say. Once, when he’d shown her kindness, though it had all been manipulation on his part, her young girl’s imagination had run away with her, seeing not the man before her, but a fanciful dream, a savior. Then she’d witnessed his brutality, glimpsed the darkness within him and misunderstood, calling him a beast, a monster. She hadn’t understood him then, and was only now beginning to.

He was a demon, an Inugami who thrived on violence. In his single-mindedness, he’d gone after her, made her witness acts of cruelty time and time again. But never had he raised his hand to smite anyone he came across. He didn’t kill needlessly, didn’t drag innocent bystanders into his schemes to corrupt her. Yes, there had been casualties—her village and obaasan. However, even before she’d met him, she’d known, her whole village had known, that the bandits were coming, and yet some had remained—like her and her grandmother. They’d known the dangers of remaining in the village, and they’d ignored it. So really, was it Sesshomaru’s fault that it had been destroyed, that her grandmother had died? No. She’d been unfair to think otherwise.

He was a demon, but not a monster. What was more, he was a man, too.

She’d seen firsthand that he had within him the capacity to show compassion, to regret for the pain he’d caused her, to worry and self-doubt. She’d witnessed it all when they’d shared the bath together at the abandoned manor. And he knew love, felt it—for her.

Staring into his open gaze, she also knew that despite his human-like feelings, he was still an Inugami. She had all but demanded that he change, for her, and he was trying. Kagome could see his struggles. But he would change only so much. He was what he was. A warrior. He dealt in death, even basked in it from time to time, but did that make him evil?

Once, he’d tried to change her, and he had. Because of him, she no longer saw the world through a child’s eyes, forced to see and understand and accept reality.

She’d wanted him to change, expected him to if she were to remain by his side, and he had—to an extent. 

Sesshomaru accepted her as she was. Now it was her turn to accept… or turn away. And that time had come now. There was knowledge in his eyes. He thought she meant to walk away from him, unable to accept him as he was.

There was a few drops of drying blood on his face, over his left cheekbone. Though her stomach rolled with what she was about to do, Kagome knew that words were not enough. To show him that she accepted him, she licked at the blood once, the best she could do.

Sesshomaru exhaled harshly, understanding without words exchanged between them. Opening his eyes, lust took over, and he crashed his lips upon her own, tongues tangled together, his hands releasing her wrists to fill his palms with her lush breasts.

Blood from Sesshomaru’s haori smeared across Kagome’s flat belly, cool and sticky. His hands were similarity coated with blood, now on her naked breasts. She ignored it the best she could. It was easy when she focused on Sesshomaru, on the pleasure his plucking fingers gave her nipples and heated kisses. Her hands were not idle. She yanked open his haori, shoving it off his chest, then the other one until she could touch bare flesh.

In a frenzy to have him, she undulated her hips, grinding against his erection. Tilting her hips for the perfect angle, she moved her sensitive clit against his shaft. Both of them groaned.

Like a demon possessed, Sesshomaru attacked her flesh where her neck met her shoulder with licks and bites that were slightly painful but also pleasurable. But he did not linger. Grabbing her ass in both hands, he lifted her, placing her legs over his shoulders, her legs resting against his back. Tugging on the ties that kept her hakama in place, he yanked them down far enough to reveal her moist folds to his gaze. Though night was upon them, he could see her wet flesh easily.

Reaching under her, between them, he parted her folds and stroked that sweet spot that always drove her wild.

“More!” she panted, moving her hips closer.

Though this position brought worries of falling, Kagome placed her hands below her and against the wall for support, and gazed down at him without even trying to stop him. She knew what was to come and she needed it. Now!

“What do you desire, aijin? Tell me,” he murmured huskily.

Shaking her head sharply, Kagome felt like hitting him for teasing her like this.

“Touch me,” she begged on a hoarse whisper.

“Like this?” His thumb brushed against her cleft. “Perhaps like this?” He pinched her gently.

Kagome cried out, her back arching away from the wall.

“Or did you mean like this?” He leaned forward and suckled her wet lips in his mouth. A shout of pleasure was her only answer.

“A touch can mean many things,” he murmured to her wickedly, before lashing her with his tongue, swirling the tip around the small bud.

Through with teasing her, he attacked her weeping core like a man starved, thrusting his tongue inside her woman’s flesh. Amidst her thrashing and trembling, he held her steady with hands on her hips. When she was on the brink of orgasm, he stopped and pulled back. She shrieked in outrage at that, causing him to chuckle darkly when she yanked at the back of his head to force him back to her. He refused to be moved.

Chuckling again, he leaned towards her, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, his tongue was at her stomach, not between her thighs like she needed. Entranced, too high on pleasure to find it disgusting, Kagome watched Sesshomaru lick the blood from her stomach until she was clean.

“Sesshomaru, please,” she whimpered, trying again and failing to get his mouth where she wanted him.

“Greedy onna.”

In a swift move that left her breathless, Sesshomaru shrugged her thighs off his shoulders and had her on her feet, but not for long. Yanking her hakama off completely, he ignored her haori, letting it flap around her as he released his shaft from his pants next. He was lifting her again, and this time she wrapped her legs around his waist without being prompted.

Without preamble, he thrust powerfully into her moist depths. Hands on her hips, claws biting into her flesh, he pistoned inside her, not giving her time to adjust to his girth. Her blunt nails scratched his back, small cries and whimpers echoed in his ears as they ignored the death around them and basked in each other’s living flesh.

Using his hold on her, he dragged her down to his cock even as he thrust home, going harder, rougher, taking her with such savagery as he’d never done before.

Kagome whimpered, the jarring thrusts almost painful but oh so sweet.

“Slow down… Sesshomaru,” she panted. “Not so hard.”

Though her words told him to go slower, her sheath wept for him, bathing his cock in her juices. He didn’t slow down, didn’t lessen the impact of his moving hips. Hard and deep, fast and rough. He was beyond being gentle, his need for her too great. 

Already sensitive from his mouth, Kagome didn’t last long—thank god, he thought—and convulsed around him, screaming her release. Already close himself, Sesshomaru buried his face against her shoulder and did something he’d never done before. He bit her, sinking his fangs into her flesh. His hands held her still as he thrust a few more times inside her before ramming home one last time. His grip on her hips kept her immobile as he bathed her inner walls with his seed.

A vicious snarl of conquest erupted around them. The sound capable of terrifying even the bravest of men. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Both Sesshomaru and Kagome has changed, adapted and accept each other as who they are. Sesshomaru is the darkness to Kagome's light, and she is the light to his darkness basically :)

Also, OF COURSE I added lemons with them covered in blood and surrounded by the dead of their enemies! Did my readers really think I would not add that little bit after all the times I alluded to Sesshomaru desiring to take Kagome in that kind of situation? This story is called Bound by Corruption for a reason XP