A/N: I've had this story jumbled around in my head for a while and finally decided to get it out. Wanted to see peoples opinions on it.
I do not own Sesshomaru or any other aspect of the Inuyasha world.
Warning: This is a threesome story between Sesshomaru and two of my characters. It will contain some graphic and some non-consent scenes, so if you do not like these please do not read. I DO NOT CONDONE ACTUAL NON-CONSENT SITUATIONS. This is simply a story and not an expression of my views. Please do not comment etc. just to be negative towards that aspect. I am always open to constructive criticism, though, and hope you'll comment and let me know your opinions about the actual story.
I hope some of you enjoy.
Mizuki grit her teeth as she was dropped to the hard ground. She refused to cry out in pain and give those vile men that satisfaction, though.
She had known for a while the people of the village might try something to force her out, but never would she have thought they would stoop this low.
She had come to the village as a child after her mother's death. Her grandmother was an elder there and took her in despite the protest of the other villagers. They didn't want some filthy child borne out of wed lock near their own children, but her grandmother refused to send her away. They respected her grandmother greatly, and so merely began keeping their distance. Mizuki had been just old enough to understand, and their words and glares were hurtful and scary to such a young girl.
Now, she was 21, unmarried, and her grandmother had sadly passed away just the month before. The villagers had immediately stopped leaving food for her as they had for her grandmother, and refused to give her work so she could earn it. All she'd had was the small garden which her grandmother had planted next to their hut, but most of the vegetables had begun disappearing. She had lost weight, and it was all she could do to just survive day by day. She had been planning on leaving, and was beginning to horde a portion of the small amount a food she was able to scrape together, when a group of men had suddenly shown up.
She had fought them as hard as she could, but she had little strength and they soon had her hands and feet bound as well as a gag and blindfold in place. They had picked her up and threw her onto a hard wooden surface, which, as they climbed in after her and began moving, she assumed was a cart. They traveled for what felt like hours, though she couldn't be sure, until they came to where they were now.
"This is the girl?"
Mizuki jumped at the low squeaky voice suddenly above her and tried moving away. Two pairs of hands stopped her, though, and lifted her up by her arms so she was forced to try balancing herself on her bound feet.
Someone must have nodded because the voice continued along with a rustling of clothing. "There is your gold. Now be gone, human."
Mizuki began struggling earnestly. Even if she couldn't walk, she wouldn't give up without at least some fight.
But her battle was short lived.
"Knock her out, you fools. I won't be bothered by this ningen on the way back to the palace." No sooner was the order given than Mizuki felt a hard blow against the back of her head and was left in the land of oblivion.
When next she woke, Mizuki was lying on a small cot. She moaned slightly in discomfort as she slowly sat up and rubbed the back of her neck. She groggily looked around, confused. It took a few moments for the events from before to surface in her mind, and when they did, she jumped up and backed into a wall, looking around fearfully.
She was in a strange room with only a single small, barred window set high up on a wall, a cot off to the side, and a door. However, she wasn't given any time to panic over her situation.
Not a moment later the door was opened sharply. A pale silver haired youkai was standing in the doorway. He stepped forward quickly and in one swift movement, gripped either side of her kimono and ripped it from her body.
Mizuki cried out in fear and tried to cover her breasts and sex as best she could, but froze when she looked into his eyes. They glowered with a predatory shine, flashing between a brilliant gold and violent red.
Her fear held her in place, but came out in a pitiful whimper as she was slammed against the wall. She struggled, but her arms were inevitably forced aside. The male leaned over and began nipping at her throat in displeasure, making her turn her face to the ceiling. She was lifted by her bottom, despite her kicking legs, and there was suddenly a fierce pain between them. She cried out in agony at the same time she realized what had happened.
Through a haze of pain, she heard the demon howl in triumph.
Sesshomaru humped almost desperately against the woman's hips. She was tight against his hard flesh, squeezing him almost welcomingly. She was bleeding freely from where their bodies were joined, but he ignored this. She would not live long anyway.
He felt the pressure build within him that signaled his coming release, much faster than it had any time before when he had gone into heat. As the surge washed over him, he thrust himself fully inside her and filled her womb in great spurts as he came, lifting his head and howling his relief.
As it went on and on, he vaguely thought that this didn't compare to all the other times he had been in heat. The relief at releasing his pent up power seemed almost stronger than usual, but the thought left him as he wound down and leaned against the wall, letting the woman fall to the floor.
Just like that it was over. He turned away, knowing the human woman would die from the release of his power. The surge had even him panting in exertion. No human was able to live through such an on slot. He sighed as he walked to where he had thrown his clothes. He was glad a demons' heat cycle only came once every couple of months. He wouldn't need to do this again for a while, though his mate, Mamoru, would go into his within a few days.
He began going through everything he would need to do in his head as he pulled on his hakamas. Not bothering with the kimono, he walked to the door, intent on leaving, but a small noise behind him had him stopping. It so surprised him that he stood frozen for several moments before he turned to look at the woman on the floor.
She was whimpering lowly in pain, though it was obvious she wasn't conscious.
Sesshomaru walked back to her and leaned down to sniff at her exposed neck, but pulled back in surprise. The scent of death which should have covered her wasn't there.
Somehow…she was alive.
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed in thought as he studied her face. There should have been no way she could have lived through his heat. A demons' heat, contrary to its' name, had nothing to do with impregnating a female. Every couple of months, higher level demons' power built up, needing an outlet to focus on and funnel out. One of the only ways to do this, was to climax with a female. However, the release they reached with this caused all of that power to focus on the female. The force was strong enough that even female demons had been seriously injured. A human woman would never be able to survive it.
Curiosity had him lifting her up against his chest and turning to place her on the bed. There was only one reason he could think of that could explain her surviving. But that was impossible. They were all supposed to be dead.
And yet, he could think of no other reason she could be alive.
Giving her one finally look, he turned to walk out. The first servant he came across, he sent to take care of the woman, making sure to have her take a blanket with her. Before going back to his chambers for the night, he also sent a soldier to fetch Mamoru home at once. Usually he would stay away for the night when Sesshomaru went into heat, but given the situation Sesshomaru wanted him back so they could discuss what happened.
It was at least two hours before Mamoru returned. He walked lazily into their shared bedchamber, his long crimson hair pulled over his shoulder in a loose ponytail. As usual, he wasn't wearing his armor, and his kimono was only loosely tied so the whole of his chest was visible.
One would think given his lazy, sloppy appearance, that he and Sesshomaru would constantly butt heads, but over the many years since their arranged mating by their parents, Sesshomaru knew his appearance was very misleading.
"What's this, Sesshomaru; couldn't wait to see me again?" he asked jokingly. His voice, as always, was low and smooth. Sesshomaru couldn't ever remember an instance of him raising his voice. He walked up to the side of the bed Sesshomaru was sitting on and glanced at the scrolls he was reading. When he read the top, he raised his eyebrow and looked into Sesshomaru's face. "Fairytales before bed?"
"Hn. I wanted to verify something." Sesshomaru replied, setting the scroll aside and swinging his legs off the bed to stand.
"What could you possible want to verify in that? Everything in there is nothing but legend now." Mamoru asked, crossing his arms and looking down at the scroll now lying on the bedside table.
Sesshomaru ignored his question, and walked past him to the door. "I wish to show you something." He continued out of the room and down the hall in the direction he came from earlier. He didn't bother to look to see if Mamoru followed, knowing he would.
When they reached the door, Sesshomaru lifted the bar locking it and stepped inside. The woman had been dressed in what looked like a sleeping yukata, and judging by the fact that his scent was not as strong as before, she had also been wiped down. A thick fur blanket covered her to her shoulders. As he stood next to the bed, he turned to watch Mamoru's reaction.
Mamoru followed him into the room, his face blank as he saw the female in the bed with the faint scent of Sesshomaru on her. "What is this?" he asked, voice devoid of emotion.
Sesshomaru sighed. He forgot for a moment how jealous his mate could be. "This," Sesshomaru stressed, "is the slave bought for my heat."
Mamoru's gaze jerked up to study Sesshomaru's face, and then turned back to the woman. After a moment, he stepped closer to lean down and sniff at her neck, exactly like Sesshomaru had done earlier. He pulled back slowly and looked at Sesshomaru in confusion.
Sesshomaru motioned him out of the room, re-locking it, but also putting a simple barrier around it to prevent anyone else from going inside.
"This is why you were reading those scrolls?" When Sesshomaru nodded, Mamoru continued. "What you're thinking can't be possible, Sesshomaru. They died out decades ago. Many powerful demons searched for survivors and found none." He said slowly.
"There is no other explanation for why she lives." Sesshomaru replied shortly. They arrived back at their chamber and he walked back to the bed to lay down. Mamoru followed, his expression thoughtful and troubled.
"I suppose that is true, but we need to be sure."
"We can call a blood demon to verify her lineage, but it will likely take several days before they arrive."
"My heat will hit before that."
"Hn." Sesshomaru thought for a moment before answering. "Use her. If she survives a demons heat for a second time, it would only serve as further proof. If not…" he trailed off with a shrug.
Mamoru donned a sympathetic expression as he glanced side long at Sesshomaru. "You make it sound so cruel."
Sesshomaru rolled on top of him and nipped sharply at his neck. "It is what it is. Do you disagree?"
Mamoru sighed contentedly at the attention and leaned his head back to invite more. "No."
Sesshomaru replied with a pleased growl, continuing to give his mate what he so obviously wanted.
