This is going to be relatively dark. There are darker pieces on the site, but this will have violence and rape, so if you’re looking for a sweet, lovey-dovey piece please turn back now. If not, please R&R! =] Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine.
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Like waves crashing upon rock, his deep desire for her had slowly begun eroding his prized control. His eyes had not left her since first they had landed on her in his father’s tomb.
Always watching.
Always wanting.
A fire had been lit, slow to start, but steady in its growth and terrible in its intensity. His initial instinct had been to fight it, he could never allow himself to be brought so low as to desire a weak human female. And yet it seemed that the more he willed himself to ignore it, to take no notice of her, the less he could actually do so. His eyes seemed to linger on her curves, his ears sought out her every sigh, her every laugh and cry, while his fingers twitched more and more with the need to caress her fair skin. He could no longer overlook her allure, like a month to a detestable flame, he had been exquisitely and tragically drawn to her. The closer he allowed himself near the fire the more intoxicated he became. He took notice of her eyes, shinning sapphires, of her smiles that flashed teeth like white pearls, and of her hair --as black and pure as spilled ink.
And just like that he had gone up in flames, agonizing, delectable flames, and crashed bitterly to the earth.
Dark ghostly tendrils of obsession, wispy and as intangible as smoke, had begun to weave into his soul, becoming forever embedded – superbly, disgustingly and undeniably him. Lunar cycles had come and gone since he had acknowledged that he could no longer combat his wants, his…needs. With Naraku having perished and the miko being forced to stay in his time, he could see no reason to deny himself any longer. It seemed that even the gods agreed that she was meant only for him, had kept her here for him. She had always been destined to be his in mind, body, and soul. The smile that stretched his shapely lips at the thought was truly a chillingly beautiful thing.
He came upon her on the outskirts of a village, she had come to embrace her position as a miko and now traveled throughout Japan aiding those in need. Her training had been completed before the final battle with the filth that had been Naraku. She no longer had need to fear traveling alone due to her newly trained and staggering powers.
‘There is yet one thing she has need to fear,’ he thought with dark pleasure ‘me.’
He watched in complete silence as she began to set up a small camp, utterly still, eyes unblinking and so, so hungry. Her fire came to life just as the shadows began to lengthen and darkness crept up to swallow everything around her, and him, whole.
He would see to it that this night she would become completely and irrevocably his in every way.
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She glanced around her little makeshift camp in satisfaction, it was small, but a fire and her sleeping bag were in attendance, so Kagome couldn’t complain. The village head had sent her away earlier with an obnoxious amount of “thank yous” and bows, but most importantly, food! Kagome dug in with vigor and was soon sitting back against the bark of a tree full and content.
“Man that was great! Fish and rice have never tasted so good!” Kagome exclaimed with a smile and a small pat to her full belly.
As her focus shifted from how hungry she had been to her surroundings, she couldn’t help but notice the creepy-crawly feeling that something, or someone, was watching her. Without a second thought a bright barrier burst to life around her camp and, definitely not for the first, or probably the last time, Kagome thought about how grateful she was to actually have control of her previously unruly reiki. Rubbing away the rising goose flesh that was sprouting along her arms, Kagome took a deep breath and started to calm down.
‘Stare at me all you want, ya creep! It won’t make a difference when you come face to face with my barrier!’ A vicious sort of smile curved her lips at the thought.
Hours seemed to tick by and the darkness encompassed everything but her small space. She couldn’t help feeling that tonight felt oddly ominous…the night was so much…darker? She couldn’t put her finger on what made it feel strange, but it definitely did. The air was too still, the forest way too quiet, and the feeling of those eyes on her hadn’t gone away. A small shiver went up and down her body and she couldn’t help but think about how much she wanted it to be morning already so that she could get moving…get away from those eyes. Kagome fed the fire a few more sticks and gave it one last poke before turning to unzip her sleeping bag. A feeling like fingernails dragging along the back of her skull had Kagome coming to a complete halt.
Whatever was watching her had started to move. And it wasn’t moving away…it was moving closer.
Quick as a flash she had her bow in hand and an arrow notched while her aura spread out, searching for the source of her discomfort. The aura that answered back was staggering. It washed over her like acid, burning and unimaginably strong, as recognition tickled fleetingly at the back of her mind. She felt like she was being pushed 100 feet below black waves, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, it was like being totally and utterly suffocated without an inch of any actual water in sight. Whatever this was, it was stronger than anything she’d felt in a long, long time, maybe even ever, and she was scared to death.
Like a bright, white angel she saw Sesshoumaru emerge from the darkness of the trees and just like that her terror seemed to vanish.
‘Thank the gods that he’s here! Nothing’ll mess with Sesshoumaru!’
Smiling like a fool Kagome dropped her barrier and yelled out to her iridescent savior.
“Sesshoumaru-sama, thank goodness you’re here! There’s something out there, it’s been watching me all night and it’s really, really strong…”
Something in his expression slowed Kagome’s words. What was it about him that seemed so…off…tonight? Sure, he was still as ridiculously handsome as she remembered him, but the way he was moving set off warning bells in her head. He was advancing on her so slowly, completely unhurried, almost like he was stalking a poor deer and he knew that if he moved too fast it would bolt. And the way his eyes were so focused on her, the light of her fire reflecting in that disturbingly inhuman way off of his irises, had her taking a reflexive step back. A terrifying thought occurred to her in that instant, one that she tried desperately to push away.
‘What if he’s the one who’s been watching me all night?’
The thought sent a bucket of ice cascading down her spine. It was completely ridiculous, Sesshoumaru hated humans, and he would never waste his time on her. Her mind found it prudent in that moment to remind her of one small, yet indisputable, fact. She had never, not once, met someone as strong as Sesshoumaru. Recalling the aura that had washed over her earlier she knew, somehow, in her bones that it had been his. The knowledge left her strangely hollow in one moment and then filled her whole body with lead the next, weighing her down and leaving her stuck, frozen in fear, to her spot standing by the fire.
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A tremor of pleasure coursed through him at her easy smile at the sight of him, her immediate trust, but most importantly, at the dissipating of her rather powerful barrier. That would have been irritating, indeed. At the mention of how strong this creature who had been watching her was, a wicked gleam lit up his too bright eyes.
‘Powerful indeed, little miko.’
Every movement, every step, was measured as he stalked closer and closer to his delectable priestess. A fierce satisfaction set in as he watched, unblinking, as unease overtook her. The rustle of her clothing met his ears and her fearful step backwards set his instincts on fire. He wanted nothing more than for her to run, to bolt like the prey she was. The thrill of the chase, the very idea of hunting her down to then glean his just rewards, had his powerful muscles tensing with anticipation. His hunger must have shown in his eyes, or perhaps his steps had hastened just subtly enough for Kagome to wise up, for her bow was once again drawn taught, the fierce point of her arrow aimed directly at his heart. Her voice was steady when she spoke, strong and sure, and yet his eyes did not miss the tremors of fear skittering like insects across her skin. How right she was to fear him.
“Back off, Sesshoumaru! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I won’t hesitate to shoot you if you don’t stop right there!”
A short bark of laughter laced with dark promise bubbled past his lips at her words and as quick as a flash of heat lightning he had her soft throat between his claws. Her gasp of fear was music to his ears and he brought his nose to her skin, inhaling deeply her scent that would soon be mingled heavily with his own. The thought caused his mouth to water with anticipation.
“It is not, priestess, what has gotten into me that should concern you…”
Kagome’s blue eyes grew wide with fear at the lascivious insinuation woven through his trailing words. What the hell was going on?! Her lips trembled slightly when next she spoke and her small hands grabbed tightly at the arm holding her above the ground. He felt like iron wrapped in soft silk, his arm was immovable and so hot through his sleeve, and the way his pupils had dilated as he gazed at her face…what the hell had gotten into him?
“Sesshoumaru, please. Please put me down. I’m not sure where this is coming from or why, but whatever you’re thinking about doing, it’s wrong. You don’t want this, I know it. You’ll just regret it later. Please think this through…”
The light that crept into his eyes at her words was terrifying, it was a sick sort of pleasure that left her breathless and dashed all of her hopes like dust in the wind. His voice was like smooth liquor, deep and pungent and soft on the tongue, but burned life fire on the way down.
“The sound of your begging is particularly pleasing to This Sesshoumaru. Shortly you will be pleading for something much more enjoyable. You will beg and cry and moan for me, miko. It will be my name on your lips, my scent on your skin, it will be me inside of you. You will be mine!”
His fangs gnashed together at the declaration, the light in his eyes almost feverish as tendrils of red began to seep across the whites of his golden orbs. The slipping of his control was horribly apparent in his words, the last few syllables of his sentence growled out in such a deep, guttural voice that he sounded more animal than she’d ever heard before. Terror, thick and sour and palpable, laced her tongue, coursed through her blood, and Kagome shook like an autumn leaf on the cold winds of coming winter. She hung, frozen in his grasp, and watched as he bent his face to the juncture where throat met shoulder, felt his breath on her neck and next the moist heat of his tongue on her skin, on the pulsing vein in her throat. A growl so low she felt it in her bones escaped his lips as he tasted her skin, nipped painfully at her flesh, and then he was setting her down. Bringing his lips to her ear he rumbled out one word with such savage delight that Kagome was left breathless.
“Run.”
And without a second thought she bolted. Everything in her screamed to get away from this horrifying beast, this seasoned predator. Had she glanced behind her in that instant before he began the hunt she would never, ever let herself stop running. The carnal smile that exposed deadly fangs and the unblinking red eyes of the animal he truly was following her attempted escape…no…she would have let nothing slow her down.
Braches tore at her miko garb, ripped at her hair like claw-tipped digits, and left small welts and scrapes along her arms and legs. Her eyes darted around the black landscape, big and wide and dark as the moonless sky above her. Panting and gasping she tore through the brush, her heart pounding frantically in her chest and her lungs burning and crying for air. The ghostly caress of claws danced lightly across her right arm, but as her eyes darted in fear to that very spot no fingers were there to be seen. Next was her left arm, and then she felt them in her hair, soft touches bearing deadly intentions, painful promises. He was toying with her, like a feral dog dancing dangerously around a small animal, drawing out the pain, building up thick tension, and waiting for the perfect moment to move in for the kill.
Next the white sleeve of her left arm was ripped roughly from the seams and the cold night air buffeted harshly against her skin. A terrified yelp tore from her lips and the answering growl of delight close enough that she felt a warm puff of breath on her face spurred her to speeds she never thought possible. He was enjoying this chase, moving in close one minute to relish in the sounds of her breath and her heart beat, frantic and ragged, and pulling back the next, giving her false hope that she had lost him. Kagome ran wildly, twisting and weaving in different directions hoping desperately to shake him, but a deepening sense of hopelessness was growing heavier and heavier in her stomach. How could she hope to lose him? He was born to hunt, relished in the chase, lived for the kill, and he had been doing it longer than she had been alive…so much longer. Her mind whispered treacherously that she should just stop, give up, he was going to catch her anyway, so why fight it, but she desperately shoved the thought from her mind.
And just like that he had had enough of waiting and she was spinning toward the earth like a bird from the sky. Her body landed hard, knocking the air from her lungs, and busting open her full bottom lip. The sweet, spicy smell of her blood hung thickly around them and the growl that burst from his lips shook the tense, heavy air in tangible waves. His claws were digging into the cloth of her haori and flipping her onto her back, strong legs straddling her hips. Her wide blue eyes stared in shock and fright at the male sitting so heavily on top of her. His eyes were wild, focused intently on the blood dribbling from her lip, his markings jagged and bright, his fangs deadly and long. In this moment he was completely and utterly wild. As she took in the sight of him she knew that she had to try, desperately, to reach the calm, collected Sesshoumaru she hoped and prayed was hiding behind that grotesquely beautiful mask. She knew words wouldn’t get through and only one other thought seemed to make any sense. Gathering her miko powers Kagome let an enormous burst of energy erupt from her being and watched gratefully as Sesshoumaru flew from her hips to connect solidly with a tree. Pink light sparkled and danced gloriously through the air and reflected in Kagome’s deep eyes. For the barest hint of time she thought that she had done it, that he was unconscious, and that she would escape. But, as the splinters and leaves cleared from the air, as the holy energy and tears disappeared before her eyes, all that was left to take in was a horrifying sight.
Sesshoumaru rose to his impressive height, chin tilted down so that the crown of his mercury tresses was facing her and, with a delicate sniff, brushed himself clean. A chuckle as deep and unctuous as thick red wine danced from his lips and his now tawny golden eyes connected with hers through silky silver bangs.
“Valiant effort, miko, but surely you could never fool yourself into believing that you were truly capable of harming This Sesshoumaru?”
Laughter twinkled in his eyes as he lifted his chin and as he squared his shoulders he spat one last sentence.
“I tire of waiting...it is high time that you learned to whom you belong.”
Kagome scrambled back on the balls of her feet and hands, her bottom scraping the ground, as she rushed to get up. His strike was as fast as any snake, faster even, and held all of the same deadly intent. His legs, heavy with muscle, were straddling her waist again and his hand was clamped tightly around her neck. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe. She watched in morbid fascination as Sesshoumaru bent to her bleeding lip, shuddering in disgust when he licked the blood clean.
“I have waited far too long for this…”
It was murmured under his breath, almost as if he were speaking to himself, but the way he was laying over her now, his chest directly on hers, she could feel the vibrations on her skin….sinking into her bones. And then he was tearing at her haori, ripping the fabric clean from her chest and exposing her breasts to his gaze. The growl that tore through the air, a growl purely of possessiveness and pleasure, had the first few tears leaking from Kagome’s eyes.
“Please…please don’t do this….please, Sesshoumaru…”
He gave her lips the barest of glances, choosing only to lick his own in return and say:
“You may beg if you so choose, miko, I rather enjoy it.”
A sob trickled from her lips as he descended hungrily on her peaked nipples, first swirling his tongue over the sensitive flesh, then biting down, breaking skin and laving up blood. Her cries only seemed to arouse him further and she watched in horror as his eyes began, once again, to bleed red. His claws tore impatiently at the rest of her haori, mangling it beyond repair and exposing her entire upper body to his burning mouth and searching claws. His lips were like fire steadily working their way down her smooth skin, his teeth sharp as needles as they bit at her stomach, and his claws like small blades leaving rising welts and welling blood along her sides. He lapped at the blood like an animal starved, growling and panting, seemingly always hungry for more and more of her body.
Next he was ripping the hakama clean from her legs, searching out her core with a desperation that was terrifying. He found the dark curls nestled between her thighs, breathing in deeply the scent of her most intimate area, and shuddering at the delectable smell of her. She was perfect, just as he knew she would be. She was raining down blow after blow on his shoulders, on his arms and his sides, but when a blow connected solidly with his cheek he decided to put an end to her pointless struggles. He seized both of her wrists in one of his large hands and slammed them roughly above her head, putting an end to the punches and giving him a delectable sight of her full breasts. Slowly, ensuring that her eyes were on him, he used his other hand to remove his own haori, shrugging it off to reveal his perfectly sculpted chest and abdomen. Next he untied his hakama, slipping out of them by sliding his large body along her smaller one and leaving him bare and pale and beautiful in the moonlight. Looking down and taking her in he relished in the thought that everything that she was would soon become his forever. The idea caused his already painful erection to twitch once in anticipation. But first, before he took her so completely, he would taste her. He easily ignored her cries and screams for him to stop…she would be begging him to continue his ministrations all too soon.
Bringing his tongue to her delicate folds he gave her core a long, slow swipe, savoring her unique taste. She was unlike anything he had ever tasted. Her reiki tingled along his tongue giving her a spice that was intoxicating, her innocence a sweetness that begged him to take her. It begged him to dominate her, to fill her with his seed, to ensure that no other male ever filled her like he would. He swiped his tongue again, more harshly this time, and sought out the small bundle of nerves that would make her writhe and moan beneath him. He sealed his lips over the small bead and, using his mouth, made a throaty moan escape her, a sound that she would hate herself forever for making. He purred at the noise, urging more to follow with his tongue and now, one claw tipped finger. One long digit made its way deeply inside of her moist heat and her hips bucked at the intrusion. Blood red eyes bled even darker, his instincts growling at him to make her scream his name, make her understand that he was her lord and master, her lover and her captor, that she belonged to him! Another finger followed as his mouth continued to bring forth small mewls and sobs and soon he felt her walls begin to tighten and shiver. Growling low in his throat, the vibration making her body respond even more fully, he pumped his fingers into her faster and harder and soon she was falling apart in his hands. He lapped greedily at her juices, savoring her orgasm and relishing in the readiness of her body.
“I hate you….”
The words were a harsh whisper full of venom meant for her own body’s betrayal and for him. He merely chuckled, low and throaty, and languidly stroked her sex with his tongue once again, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. The point was clear, say what you like, but your body does not seem to hate me.
He kept his ruby eyes connected with her own weeping ones as he slid his body deliciously over her own, positioning the head of his large erection between her soft lips. She bucked and kicked, screamed and cried for him to stop, but all he did was chuckle and take her lips in a bruising kiss. It was a mockery of all things beautiful, a gesture of love twisted dark and sick with his obsession and he would never tire of it. Never would he grow bored of her sweet mouth or her full breasts, she would always be his and she too would grow to love him. He would make sure of it. Drawing back slowly from the kiss Sesshoumaru looked into her eyes once more, held them, and thrust quickly and deeply into her tight body, a vicious snarl erupting from his mouth, long canines bared in victory. She was so tight! So hot! The way her walls clamped tightly around his impressive length had him shivering at the perfection of it all…of her.
“You are perfect, my little priestess.” He ground out through his bared teeth.
“You’re a monster!” She cried out through her own, clenched in pain.
Ignoring her insult, Sesshoumaru withdrew his hard length from her core until he was almost entirely out before plunging back in. Kagome cried in pain. Sesshoumaru growled in pleasure. Again he withdrew and again he pounded into her, picking up his pace, savoring her wet heat and the sight of her bouncing breasts. Grabbing her by her waist, Sesshoumaru flipped Kagome onto her hands and knees, forcing her to stay up and digging his claws into her hips, pounding into her again and again from behind. His inu delighted in the position, she looked the part of the good bitch submitting to his strength, accepting his claim and soon his seed as well. With increasing fervor he used her body, his speed increasing, the slick sound of flesh against flesh, of body meeting body echoing throughout the clearing. The sound was music to his ear, music that was far overdue. He dug his claws into her hips before drawing back to give her smooth backside a firm slap. Again and again he struck her sending zings of pain up and down her body and leaving her flesh red and aching. Reaching under her he grabbed a full breast, kneading it roughly as he drove into her again and again, faster and harder, snarling and groaning in animalistic pleasure. His pace grew furious as he neared his climax, delighting in the tightness of her, in the mingling of her pure scent with his own, and in one final thrust he emptied himself inside of her.
“Mine!”
It was ground out in a snarl of pure possessive reverence, a prayer tainted black on his lips. Roughly throwing her hair from her shoulder Sesshoumaru drove his fangs deep into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, marking her his forever and eliciting a cry of pain from her lips. She was his. No one else would ever have her. If they tried he would tear them limb from limb, he would delight in their blood, smile as the light faded from their eyes.
“You belong to me now, Kagome. You would do well to never forget that.”
All she could do was cry, sob for her stolen innocence and curse the monster who had ripped it from her so violently. All Sesshoumaru could do was purr in contentment, utterly pleased, and gather her to his chest. They would return to the west together, she would never again leave his sight. A wicked smile curved his lips at that thought and at all of the others that raced through his mind. They were all filled with the knowledge that he could have her whenever, wherever, and however he pleased. Never had anything pleased Sesshoumaru more.
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TBC? Not sure. I know this was relatively dark, but I think that pieces like these really show Sesshoumaru’s demonic nature, which is sometimes blown over in some of the lighter works on the site. If you enjoyed this, please let me know in a review. Also, if you’d like a few more additions, please let me know! Thank you for reading!
-Sesshysgirl-08