Chapter One:What if?
What if everything you knew could change? In a fraction of a second, everything you feared or thought or wanted...changed. That's what happened when he kissed her.
"...Ses...shomaru?" She was shocked. Had he really just...kissed her! Kagome's eyes were wide in wonder as she recalled what had just happened. She was cleaning the taiyoukai's wound for him, for he couldn't in the shape he was in. His blood was soaking the ground around him and he grew even paler than his usual self from blood loss. The large gash in his side was healing, thanks to his youki, but the severe lack of blood in his system was slowing the process. Kagome had been trying to stop the flow so he could heal himself faster when Sesshomaru had sat up, grabbed her face and...
A bright pink blush dominated her cheecks as realization dawned on her.
Sesshomaru, laying beside her, shifted a bit and looked up at the amazed girl. "Miko," his voice was muted, weak from his injury, "This Sesshomaru would be greatly obliged if you would stay here until the wound is healed." He stopped, his brow knitting together in frustration and he frowned. 'When did this Sesshomaru begin asking for the aid of others?' he thought to himself.
Who is this and what have they done with Sesshomaru, Kagome thought, still light headed and confused from the kiss.
It had been so quick. As soon as she'd felt his mouth meet hers, it was gone, his body lay in the same exact place it had been, as if it hadn't moved. And as soon as his strong lips were gone, she felt herself missing them. Had she imagined that? What had just happened?
"Ummm..." she began but when she looked shyly at him, his eyes were closed and his breath had slowed drastically. 'No!' Panic consumed Kagome as she scanned his impossibly still form. 'No no no. Sesshomaru!'
"Be calm, miko. This Sesshomaru would not perish so easily. The smell of fear in your scent is quite discomforting. Calm yourself, immediately." 'That arrogant ass,' Kagome thought. Anger quickly replaced any emotion she had before towards the Ice King.
Sesshomarus' nose quickly filled with an aroma a kin to the smell of burning cinnamon. He growled sharply. Fear, and then acceptance filled his senses. Good miko, his beast purred. She learns quickly. What a sweet little bitch she would make. Seshomaru growled again, more ferociously, making Kagome jump a bit. 'Never! She would not become demon. A human miko would never allow herself to become that which she calls foe!' Foe? His beast chuckled, We are foes and yet, there she sits, so near to our person, tending to our wounds, afraid for our life, like a faithful bitch. Mmmmm, and her taste...
'ENOUGH,' Sesshomaru hissed to his growing desire and miko hungry beast. He was weak, which gave his beast more power over him than what he would customarily allow. He did not like it, to say the least. 'This miko has been spoken for. That bastard son of my sire has laid claim to her.' That hanyou is a foolish pup to lay claim to that which was made for us. We are killing perfection. What we want, we take. She is ours, and there will be no other to soothe our mind, body and soul as she will. Sesshomaru snorted at the ludicrous claims of his beast. 'This Sesshomaru has not announced a claim on this female, nor began courting her, nor WILL this Sesshomaru do such. Any male on this goddamn continent may court her if they wish.' And then there was pain.
His beast howled angrily inside him, shaking his body to the core, his breath being knocked painfully out of him from the force. That will not be tolerated! His head throbbed and ached. NO male shall touch our mate! If you do not proceed to lay claim to her, I will mark her as a candidate without your consent and we will begin the courting with I in charge. The ringing in his ears began to fade, slowly.And what a short courting it will be... His beast purred again and Sesshomaru thought nothing as the pain receded.
He would not argue with his beast in this state. He might anger it into action and even in his weakened physical condition, the little miko would not be able to fend off the desires of his beast. And the desires of yourself, his beast whispered. Sesshomaru sighed. His animalistic conscience did know his needs. She was tantalizing, the miko. Her dark eyes and hair contrasted with the soft, paleness of her skin and the sweetness of her breath. And her taste...his beasts quick assault on her mouth had made his knees weak. He snorted in disgust. A mere mortal woman had made his manhood quiver and his body tingle. He really needed to be bedded. She is no mere mortal. She is strong and will bear us many strong pups... She is ours.
Kagome gawked at Sesshomaru. What was wrong with him? He was laying there serenely one second and then growling, snorting, and convulsing the next. She bit her lip worriedly and moved closer to him, not sure whether he needed her help or if he was dreaming or he was possessed...well, that would explain the kiss. Kagome's face lit pink like a flamingo as she remembered the brief, intimate meeting of their lips. She felt a small fire begin to grow between her legs at the memory and she cursed herself for her hentai mind. And then, something hit her like a mac truck.
Sesshomaru's eyes bled as crimson as the red of the life force that had stained his clothes. He had Kagome firmly against a tree and was looking into her eyes, millimeters away from her face. He slowly lowered his head to her pulsing neck and inhaled deep, purring loudly as the smell clouded his mind and all reason was lost."My sweet bitch is in heat," he murmured against the sensitive skin beneath her ear, licking the salty, soft patch of skin leisurely. Kagome let a soft mewl escape her lips as heat began to pool in her southern region. Whatever was going on with him, Kagome thought through her fog filled mind, she did not want it to stop.