Disclamer: I don't own Inuyasha nor do I own any characters in this piece of fiction
Sesshoumaru grabbed a shred of a discarded shirt wiping off his juices, the wenches, and her blood off his manhood and the inside of his thighs. He rose gracefully pulling on his pants. Reaching for his shirt he looked at the battered, sobbing women huddled up on the floor.
His cruel eyes admired the damage he had done to her body. Whip marks caressed her back, legs, and thighs. Bite marks adorned her breast and each nipple as well as her neck. Claws had bitten into the skin of her inner thighs and a mixture of her blood and his cum started drying in and out of her battered pussy.
She was completely broken and he knew she was only a former image of her once happy self. His demon swelled with pride. The mental damage he had inflicted from her rape was perhaps more serious than her physical injuries. He had marked her in every way possible without actually marking her. His nose wrinkled at her smell.
He allowed a sadistic smile to come to his face. The girl was beyond repair. Ruined for any man, that included his idiotic, hot headed, beautiful brother. When the hanyou found who did this to his wench he would surly come after him and then he thought "That's when the real fun starts." His loins tightened just from the thought.
He tied his obi and without a final glance at the shattered girl Sesshoumaru walked into the night.
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