AN- Okay so I lied, there is a second chapter. What can I say, plot has infected my porn.
Consequences
By Oniko
Everyone crowded around Kagome staring down at the tainted shard in her hand. The shard glittered darkly back, stubbornly refusing to change to a purified crystalline shard. The idea that Kagome had really screwed up was twisting its way around the back of her mind.
Inu Yasha growled. "Give it to me. Kikyou will be able to purify it."
"No." Kagome reflexively closed her hand into a fist at the mention of the dead woman, the razor sharp edges of the shard biting into her hand.
"We can't just leave it like that," he said, his voice rising with his temper. "You couldn't even sense it, so what good are you?"
"I didn't know this would happen," she objected.
"They're called shrine maidens for a reason," he sneered at her.
"It was an accident," she muttered softly under her breath. The Incident happened well over a month ago and she still blushed fiercely thinking about it. Though it wasn't so much The Incident itself that was embarrassing; it was Inu Yasha finding her the next morning. Smelling his brother on the air, he had absolutely no compunction about wrenching one of her legs up at an awkward angle and sniffing her crotch, practically burying his face between her legs. That was when she woke up. It was not pleasant, neither was the sitting he got nor the argument afterwards.
"An accident?" he yelled, his voice increasing by another, few hundred, decibels. "What? You tripped and landed on Sesshoumaru's dick?"
She could hear the sharp intake of breath from the others just as Miroku and Sango wisely eased back a few steps, trying to disassociate themselves from the argument about to take place. She just hunched her shoulders and glared at Inu Yasha. Shippou, perched on her shoulders responded to her tension by digging his tiny claws into her skin and peering though her hair at the snarling hanyou in front of them. "I didn't mean…"
"Don't," he snapped. "Don't you dare finish that sentence. You could've… you…Kikyou wouldn't've let that bastard touch her, she'd rather die…"
"I'm not Kikyou!" she screamed, her arms curling protectively over her stomach. The pain in her shoulder as someone pulled Shippou out of the line of fire was almost insignificant compared to emotional wrenching in her soul that occurred at Inu Yasha's words.
"That," he said, stepping closer and prying the shard from her clenched fist, careless claws leaving bloody trails in their wake. "Has never been more obvious."
She collapsed to the ground with a pained moan, like some wounded animal, slipping from her lips. She was only peripherally aware of Shippou at her side making worried whining sounds and nuzzling at her neck just below her ear, and of Miroku telling Sango to go after Inu Yasha. She didn't even have the energy to pound the crap out of Miroku when he copped a feel while hauling her to her feet. Strangely enough, he didn't try again as he guided her off the road.
Even the worst pain is dulled by time and Kagome found the discomforts of reality intruding on her heartbreak. Her foot had fallen asleep, her stomach was reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning, she found that could only spend so much time staring teary-eyed at nothing, and, horror of horrors, she was getting bored. Disgusted at herself and the mundane trivialities that were invading her misery, she let herself get further distracted by the smell of the fish cooking in the fire pit. "Where are we?"
"Ah, Lady Kagome," Miroku beamed at her. "Are you feeling better? This is an old shrine, doesn't see many visitors and the caretaker died last winter, but it should provide us some shelter from the storm outside until Inu Yasha and Sango return."
"Oh… demons?" she asked, looking around for Shippou.
"Pardon?"
"The priest, was it demons that killed him?" There he was curled up by her pack, nose pressed to one of her shirts and tail twitching in his sleep.
"No," he said, his voice softening. "Just old age and a winter cough." Miroku deftly plucked the skewer from the fire and passed one to her. She ate the fish in silence, watching him fidget. Which was odd, Miroku never fidgeted, twitched maybe, especially after Sango pounded him into the ground, but never fidgeted. She braced herself for the inevitable when he slid over next to her and took one of her hands in both of his with an earnest expression in his dark eyes. "My Lady Kagome would you…"
"No," she said snatching her hand back from his, pulling back. "No, I will not sleep with you. Just because I've had sex, once, does not mean I'm going to spread my legs for everyone and anyone." Her voice rising in volume and pitch as she spoke. Inu Yasha had not been shy about broadcasting The Incident everywhere that they went; and this was becoming an increasingly sore spot with Kagome as many of the humans, and demons, that heard the news implied as much, when they didn't say it outright.
Miroku, however, was not to be dissuaded. He grabbed at her hands again. "No, Kagome… listen… Ka… Kagome, would you like your powers back?"
She froze with one arm up in mid-swing. "What?"
"Your powers, would you like them back?" he repeated.
"How? I thought…" she trailed off, embarrassed.
Apparently, she wasn't the only one, Miroku fidgeted uncomfortably. "Ah…virginal purity only one method of maintaining… integrity. There are practitioners who use… the affections between men and women to raise and direct power. The priestesses involved in such methods are no less sacred because of their carnal knowledge." The words came easier as he warmed up to his subject. "The priest is trained in channeling and directing powers of his priestess lovers, together their powers rising to levels no single miko could manage alone."
"And what does this have to do with me, you pervert," she interjected, judging by the glazed look in his eyes he could wax poetic about the subject for quite some time.
"Ah… yes," he cleared his throat before resuming his lecture with one of her hands clasped between his once again. She tugged away lightly, but didn't push it she was more interested in what he had to say. "The loss of power may be caused by one of two reasons. The most unfortunate, is a forced breach to an unwilling woman that is so painful her soul cuts off its connection to the power being raised," The look he gave her was filled with such genuine worry that she gave a curt shake of her head. His relief was almost palpable, and he squeezed her hands comfortingly. "Then most likely, it the result of a successfully completed ceremony, where the priestess' power is channeled to her lover."
"So… wait… Sesshoumaru has my powers?" Miroku's eyes widened, but he nodded and patted her hands. "How do I get them back?"
"He has to release them to you," Miroku told her, the fact that he was no longer looking at her made her nervous.
"How?"
"He has to… find release… with you." Miroku repeated uncomfortably, she stared at him with dawning horror and a traitorous shiver of pleasure slid up her spine.
"You mean I have to… do it… again? With him? And he has to…," not wanting to actually say the words she waved a hand at Miroku's lap.
"Find… release, yes," he nodded.
"But…," she thought about it, it made a perverse sort of sense but there was a nagging memory that didn't quite fit. "But he already…" She trailed off; this was probably the most awkward conversation in her life. Fortunately, she could tell by Miroku's eyes growing even wider, he figured out what she was trying to say and was equally flabbergasted.
"Well," he said after several long moments of uncomfortable silence. "At each release a surge of power passes to the other. If he did not release your power back to you, then he must have released his own."
"What does that mean?" she asked, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer. "I have his power? But… why would he give me all of his power? That doesn't' make any sense."
"I imagine that Sesshoumaru has greater control then to release all of his power," Miroku said with a thoughtful look on his face. "He probably…," Miroku shook his head. "I do not know enough about demons, much less demons like Sesshoumaru to guess at his actions or motives. You should ask Sango when she returns with Inu Yasha."
She nodded and stood, pulling away from Miroku. "I guess I can study until they get back."
Her head was throbbing from thinking about math, and other, lower, parts were throbbing from thinking about Sesshoumaru, when Kirara crashed into the shrine. She missed the bulk of the building but the porch leading to the atrium would never be the same. Lighting streaked across the sky starkly illuminating a bloody Inu Yasha limp in Sango's arms. Deafening thunder followed drowning out Miroku's and Kagome's worried questions. Together they managed to drag the unconscious hanyou into the shrine.
Inu Yasha had been pierced by several of Kikyou's hamaya. Sango had broken off the fletching but the holy arrows refused to release the hanyou's flesh or spirit, even at Kagome's touch. They made him as comfortable as they could, not that it would matter but it made Kagome feel better.
Kagome noticed Sango shivering. All three of them were soaked to the skin. This gave Kagome an idea for how to broach a very uncomfortable topic. "Sango there's a bathhouse beyond the atrium, I think it's connected to some hot springs because the water's still warm…" That was a far as she got, Sango nodded and grabbed her clothes. The downpour made the zigzagging walkway across the large interior garden more of a challenge then it should have been but they managed to make it without getting any more drenched. In the bathhouse the shoji screens that made the walls had seen better days but the ceiling kept the cold rainwater from the warm pools.
They sighed and relaxed into the hot water for a few minutes before Kagome tried to figure out how to ask about Sesshoumaru. "Sango…"
"Kagome…" they both started at the same time, looking at each other with mirrored pensive expressions. "You go first." Sango offered. Kagome shook her head, "No, you. What happened?"
Sango sighed. "Kikyou got the shards, she almost got Inu Yasha, but when she sensed Kirara and I following she tried to kill us." Kagome gasped. "We're okay, Inu Yasha saved us, but he was sealed." She looked up at Kagome, sorrow and confusion written on her features. "Why would he do that? Those arrows could have done worse."
"Because he," Kagome paused, she could feel her anger draining away. "Because that's what he does. He'd rather be hurt then see his friends hurt."
Kagome could see Sango weighing her words, she curled up protectively with her knees tucked under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. "He's going to be like that forever, now isn't he?" She asked softly. "Since you don't have your powers any more to release him."
"Well," Kagome said slowly. "Miroku had a theory about that… getting my powers back." She outlines everything that Miroku had told her, including awkward pauses, and waited with her finger twisting around each other nervously under the water.
"Somehow I am not surprised that letch would know something like that," she growled softly.
"Well, yeah, but Sango, what am I going to do?" she wailed. "I can't just walk up to him and say, 'hey, wanna do it?' I wouldn't even know how to find him."
"That shouldn't be too hard," Sango said. "The power he gave you, at the very least, will provide a connection to him."
"'At the very least?'" Kagome repeated nervously.
Sango nodded. "With mating youkai the continuous exchange of power builds between them allowing for a mixing of both powers," at Kagome's glazed expression she added. "They can use each other's powers and build on them. That's why mated pairs are so dangerous."
"But how will I use it, I'm not even sure that it's there," she protested, but even as she said it she could feel that her words were wrong, she could feel the darkness that had buried itself in her soul.
Sango shrugged, "I don't know, I've never heard of a miko…" tactfully, she let the sentence trail of as Kagome groaned and slouched back against the scalloped side of the pool.
"I really screwed up this time, didn't I?" Kagome asked, half afraid of the answer.
Sango was silent for a long time before she finally answered, her words carefully weighed and measured. "Most people would say 'yes,' but in the time I've come to know you I have learned that most people are mistaken about many things."
"Thanks, Sango," Kagome sighed in relief. She hadn't wanted to admit it but Sango's opinion had really worried her. "That means so much to me."
"Also, if you…" Sango paused, uncomfortably.
"If I what?" Kagome prompted.
"If you can get your powers back, could you release Inu Yasha? He doesn't deserve…" Sango trailed off again. "I know you are mad at him…"
"Of course, I'd release him!" Kagome exclaimed hotly, "Just because he's a jerk and deserves to be sat into next week, doesn't mean I'd just leave him like that."
"Thanks," Sango nodded.
"Sango," Kagome asked, as an idea struck her. "Do you like Inu Yasha?"
"No!" the other girl jerked away sharply. "I just feel responsible for what happened, that's all."
"Okay," Kagome said doubtfully. "If you say so."
"I say so," Sango said firmly as she stood. "I also say I'm going to get dressed and head back before Miroku gets any bright ideas. You coming?"
"No," Kagome said, relaxing into the water. "I think I'll stay here for a while. I have a lot of thinking to do." Sango nodded, dressed in her simple checkered kimono and left with one last wave.
Kagome sighed and turned her attention inwards. She had tried to avoid it, to avoid thinking about The Incident. She frowned; it was becoming more then just an incident, although it was never so trivial. The darkness inside of her hummed in agreement. Startled, she mentally prodded at it. Taking that as an invitation, the darkness expanded, spreading it's warmth through her body, her skin flushing and tingling as her nerves suddenly became hypersensitive. She felt a wave of dizziness as Sesshoumaru's power curled behind her eyes, sliding through her sinuses and across her tongue, enhancing her senses. All of her senses, she could dimly hear Miroku and Sango arguing over the din of the rain. She blinked in surprise and glanced down at herself but there appeared to be no other changes.
"Weird," she said looking down at her hand, fascinated by the whorls on her fingertips that had never seemed so clear before. Not to mention wrinkly, she has spent too much time in the water. She reluctantly pulled herself from the pool, but strangely the air didn't seem as cold as it had before. She could recognize that it was cold, but it was like that knowledge held no significant meaning. "Really, weird."
She shrugged and grabbed her clothes to dress, only to release them with a startled yelp. It felt like her clothes were made from nettles. She cautiously picked up her uniform skirt. It still felt coarse and prickly to the touch. She tried to dress but the constant scrape and scratch of the cloth nearly drove her up the wall, especially the elastic of her panties sawing into her leg. Within moments she had her clothes off and flung away from her, no amount of modesty was worth torture, but she sure wasn't about to go back to the shrine to Sango and Miroku without anything to wear.
She paced the bathhouse, feeling bored and confined. A thought brought her up short and she prodded at the tiny curl of darkness inside her, are you doing this? But it only hummed silently at her, content to twine around her soul. She stared out at the rain debating what to do. She still needed to find Sesshoumaru, even with enhanced senses the rain would make finding him difficult. Now, she felt a stirring in the darkness negating that last thought. She could find him, it assured her, through rain and darkness, even through death, she could find him. That was a frightening thought, but she still found herself stepping out into the downpour. The cold water sent shocks through her as each one struck her heated flesh. She gasped and paused, almost turning back, but overall the feeling was not unpleasant. In fact it was almost arousing as rivulets of the rain water twisted its way down her body, sliding across sensitive skin. The darkness inside of her thrummed contentedly as she set off in the direction she knew Sesshoumaru must be in.
She traveled for what must have been hours. First walking then running through the steady beat of the rain broken by the occasional snap of a wind-whipped branch across her skin. By the time she stopped her body was no less heated then when she started and the small welts and scratches only served to remind her of their last night together, honing her arousal to a sharp need. She looked around the place she had stopped, but there was nothing to see. This patch of forest was no different then every other patch of forest she had seen in her life, but he was here she knew it. She gasped as her head was wrenched back sharply, a clawed hand at the nape of her neck with a fistful of hair. She looked up at cold golden eyes and felt a jolt of desire stab through her body.
"How curious," he said softly, but she heard him clearly over the drumming rain. She waited for him to expand on his statement but he seemed perfectly content to stare down at her, like some strange bug he found.
"What?" she growled at him.
He pressed his face against her neck. His nose just under her ear and breath warm against her skin. She melted at his words. "You came back to this Sesshoumaru."
They stood like that in the pounding rain, Kagome with her back arched back taunt as a bow, Sesshoumaru curled around her with one hand in her hair, the other wrapped around her waist. That realization brought her mind to a shuddering halt; Sesshoumaru was missing an arm. Did he have one last time? Or two? But then would she have noticed if he'd had a tail? She had been a bit distracted at the time between the running and the screaming orgasms. She briefly considered and abandoned the theory that someone was impersonating him. No one was stupid enough to do that, not even Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha… she remembered why she was looking for him in the first place.
"Of course I came back," she said. "You took something of mine, and I need it."
He jerked away from her and pulled back on her hair even harder. "This Sesshoumaru has taken nothing that was not freely given."
"Didn't say you did," she hastened to assure him. The pull on her hair, was doing dreadful and wonderful things to her libido. It hurt, but made her want to drop her knees and have him… She took a deep breath of the cold air and tried to focus. "My bad… my mistake, but I still need it back."
She could feel him thinking about it, claws flexing in her hair, keeping her body arched. Her legs were threatening to give out at any moment if he didn't let her go. Pulled her hard against him, sharp armor and wet silk weave pressing against the length of her body. His breath against her cheek, and a fang traced a line of fire along her ear. "Yes, you have been… bad. This Sesshoumaru has had to wait far too long for your presence, and now you come demanding favors," he growled into her ear. "You, Kagome, have been very… bad
"I'm sorry," She whimpered and locked her knees, but he brought his hand up, sliding his claws in a light caress from her abdomen between her breasts to her collarbone-if the light scrape of his claws before where pleasant now it was ecstasy, a trail of fire igniting where he touched-and her legs folded bringing her crashing to the ground. He followed her down, simultaneously pressing her down into the submissive position and pulling her back against him.
"What are you willing to do, Kagome, to secure this Sesshoumaru's favor?" She blinked in surprise as her distracted brain processed the question. Was he serious, or was he playing? Did he even know the definition of the word "playing"? At this point, did she really care? The answer to that was a resounding 'No.'
"Anything," she gasped out, bracing herself on her forearms she rocked back against him.
"A dangerous offer, priestess," he murmured into her ear, but she didn't care.
"Please," she begged, rocking back again and moaned softly at the feel of his hardened length pressed against her.
"You beg so prettily," he said, brushing his lips against her shoulder. "What lord can refuse?"
She cried out at the absence of his body against hers, but he did not leave her for long and when he returned the silk and armor no longer presented a barrier to the touch of skin to skin. And then, he was inside her. She cried out as her body stretched once again to accommodate him, he hesitated a moment; but when she pressed herself back against him, he snarled and pinned her to the ground with one hand between her shoulder-blades. She cried out as he pounded into her, each thrust sending a stab of pain and pleasure through her. And she needed, she didn't know what she needed, but oh how she needed, until she was screaming 'please' with each thrust. He released her shoulder to grab a handful of hair and pull her back while his hips pushed her forward, and if her spine was going to bow back any further she was sure it was going to break. Her arousal was drawing her body tighter and tighter around him, until he reached around one hand cupping her breast tenderly before slashing his claws across her nipple. The sudden pain a cue for release and her whole body throbbed as power and pleasure and pain coursed through her. And then, there was nothing.
Kagome woke up warm and wrapped in silk sheets that felt like heaven against her sensitized skin. She blinked groggily and looked around. She was resting on a futon in plain room but everything about the room from the neatly kept tatami mats to the elegantly painted rice paper on the shoji screens to the sanded and stained timbers across the ceiling screamed money and high-class. She was alone in the room but she could feel his presence, it was so overwhelming that, like before in the woods, she couldn't pinpoint his exact location. She tried lying back down, but she was wide awake now and, worse, she was bored. A second scan of the room revealed nothing more then the first; no clothes and she was still stark naked. She stood up draped the silk sheet around herself, fussing with it until it wasn't too long or dragging behind her. Finally with it wrapped around her midsection like a towel she tied a knot securing, hopefully, the ends at her shoulder. However, nothing could be done about the like of hip and leg that peeked through the edge of the sheet as she walked.
She slid the screen aside and stepped out into a hallway. There was a plaster wall directly in front of her and shoji screens partitioning off other rooms. As the turned around taking in the view of the place around her she came face to face with a youkai. She couldn't tell what kind of youkai he was; of course if it weren't for the sharp tip to the ear or the three blood-red streaks that curved along his cheek she wouldn't have known that he was youkai at all. He was wearing armor like Sesshoumaru's and a blood-red kimono with a white family insignia printed across the haori. He also appeared just as startled to see her as she was to see him.
Never one to forget her manners, she smiled brightly and introduced herself with a small polite bow. If anything his eyes got wider and she could see him breathing deeply, scenting the air. She recognized the look from Inu Yasha, but he only did it when there was trouble around. She sniffed the air lightly, trying not to make it seem like that was what she was doing, but she didn't smell anything odd… not that she would know, enhanced senses or not. So, giving that up as a lost cause, she settled on glaring at the youkai for being rude. He seemed to give himself a shake, almost literally. She could easily envision him as a giant dog shaking his fur into place. He bowed deeply; he bowed deeply several times; he bowed deeply several times while inching past her down the hallway. She was frowning at him when he took the traditional three steps back before turning and breaking into a run down the hallway. Okay, so he didn't run exactly, but he certainly gave a good impression of trying to get away from her as fast as possible without actually running.
"Weird," she muttered under her breath and wandered down the hall in the opposite direction the youkai had gone running down. She eventually found herself at the end of the long hallway that opened into an outdoor walkway. It was still raining but it seemed that it was night; it was certainly dark enough, the misty grey fading to black. She held out her hand and let the water flow across her palm and down her arm before dripping on the wooden slats that made up the floor.
She didn't know how long she stood there when she felt a slight shiver run down her spine; her only warning that he was there when a clawed hand dug into her hair, pulling her head back. "Trying to escape little priestess?"
"And if I was?" she asked and tried not to smile. He was playing again, how cute.
"If you were," he echoed, sliding his fingers under the cloth to cup her breast, the one he has scratched earlier and her body arched into his touch. "You would have to be taught a lesson."
"What lesson?" she panted, knowing that it was what he was expect it. Faster then she could realize what was happening, so fast that she felt her body slam into the wall before her mind processed that he shifted his hold from her hair to just under her jaw and dragged her backwards. Surprisingly, nothing broke, not her bones, not the wall; although there was a small sprinkle of plaster.
"That you are mine, now," he growled and bit her ear.
"I don't belong to anyone," she snapped, she was all for fun and games, but he was starting to sound serious. She struggled and tried to push away. Unfortunately, all struggling seemed to do was encourage him. His hands slid under her thighs, spreading her legs and ohhh, that just wasn't fair. Her hips bucked against him, his warm hard length, and her fingers clenched the silk of his kimono. A few tugs at the cloth and the obi loosened enough for him to spear her to the wall. She cried out and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in as much as she could, but the angle was awkward. She wasn't the only one to notice. He snarled and shifted, lifting her higher until he could slide easily in and out, and this time she could feel it. Pleasure and power building around them and sparking against her skin, building around her until she thought she would scream. And just as she could feel the storm about to crash, he stepped back, allowing her to fall the floor.
She stared up at him with his kimono wrenched open exposing his engorged penis. She felt a moment of shock that that could even fit, but the empty ache that screamed to be filled attested to the fact that it certainly had. Eventually managing to bring her eyes back to his face, she saw his self-satisfied smirk for only a second before he dragged her to her feet. At least he grabbed her by the arm this time. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy did you, priestess?"
She stumbled after him, for some reason her legs weren't cooperating, as he dragged her down the walkway, notably not the way they had come. He didn't seem to want an answer to the question, or at least didn't pressure her for one, which was good because she didn't know how to answer it. What about this was easy?
The room he was dragging her to wasn't very far, but far enough that she had no idea how to get back to where they started. This room was furnished though she was't exactly sure how to classify the room, part of the room looked like a study with a desk and shelves of books and scrolls, a small table and cushions for guests, there was an alcove with a futon spread out with a screen that could be closed for privacy, and part torture room manacles hung from sturdy beams and she could see some very sharp and nasty things peeking out from half open cabinets and drawers not fully closed. All this was taken in a few seconds as Sesshoumaru dragged her in and threw her to the floor. She landed half on the tatami mats of the office portion which was marginally preferable to the hard wood floor of the rest of the room. She sat up, tucking her legs under her and adjusting the sheet still wrapped around her. She was rather surprised that it was still with her.
Sesshoumaru rummaged around one of the cabinets before finally coming away with a length of chain and a… a collar. She leapt to her feet and backed up a step. "No, way."
"You said, 'anything,'" he reminded her, stepping forward as she stepped back.
"Within reason," she protested, edging her way towards the door.
"This is entirely reasonable," he circled around cutting off her exit route.
"I am not a dog," she snapped. This seemed to give him pause and she took the opportunity to make a break for the door, only to crash to the floor within two steps.
"No," he growled into her ear and she felt the soft leather around her throat. "But you are my bitch all the same, and I don't like my bitch covering herself in my presence."
He stepped back, yanking the sheet from her. The crude knot she tied easily gave way; it was not up to this abuse. And neither was she, she glared at Sesshoumaru and snapped. "Cut it out, Sesshoumaru. This isn't fun anymore."
"Fun?" he cocked his head to the side, looking at her curiously. "This Sesshoumaru is not playing games."
"You were serious?" They stared at each other across a gulf of eons and silently contemplated the shifting world-views that had been so suddenly revealed, Kagome's being coupled with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Uncomfortable with him staring at her so intensely, she reflexively she brought her arms across her chest to cover herself. This was exactly the wrong thing to do. Sesshoumaru snarled and grabbed her wrists, one in each hand claws digging into her wrists. This pain wasn't pleasant at all.
"You are not to cover yourself," he snarled, she could see his eyes starting to bleed red and feel his rage stirring the power of the room.
Kagome stared at him wide eyed; shocked that such a simple act could bring out such anger. She shook her head vigorously, afraid to say anything least the whimper clenched between her teeth escape, but nothing could stop the tears from coursing down her cheeks. That seemed to calm him down. That was strange, the thought wandered through the back of her mind. Tears only ever seemed to upset Inu Yasha. Sesshoumaru pulled her close and nuzzled against her, making a soft wuffing sound into her hair. When she made no further move he brought one of her hands up to carefully inspect the wounds on her wrist. They were deep puncture wounds, but he had avoided any major arteries so she wasn't likely to bleed to death. She started and pulled away when he licked at the wound, but froze at his soft growl. His mouth was hot on her skin and the light prodding of his tongue at the wound uncomfortable, though not entirely unpleasant.
"We shall consider this as your atonement for this transgression," he informed her. "Do not do it again."
"No," she whispered hoarsely, afraid and aroused at the same time. It was a heady mixture, and not just for her, she could feel Sesshoumaru growing hard once again.
"In regards to your other transgression," He said softly leading her towards the alcove with the futon in it. The he hooked a short chain from her collar to a decorative eye-hook by the head of the futon. The chain was so short that she could not fully stand. She could either sit on the floor or lay on the bed. "You are to remain here until this Sesshoumaru sees fit to release you."
Not sure how to respond to this new development, she just froze there, half bent over with a stunning view of Sesshoumaru's growing erection. She shivered as he ran his claws lightly down her back, fingers cupping her buttock. Her honed skills at dodging Miroku nearly got her strangled, as she leapt away from the touch the chain brought her up short and she fell to the ground. She reached up to grasp at her bruised throat and tried to remember how to breath. Sesshoumaru grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to look at him.
"Rule two," he informed her coldly. "You are not to turn away from this Sesshoumaru's touch. Is that understood?"
She nodded, not really listening, mostly focused on the penis bobbing in front of her nose and trying to stifle a sudden urge to giggle. It didn't take him long to notice where her attention was focused. He growled softly and pulled her against him, her body pressed against his leg and her head against his hip with her face turned so that her nose was buried in the hair-no fur, there was no hair soft enough to feel like feather down- at the base of his groin, and it suddenly wasn't so funny anymore. She breathed deep the smell of him, and she realized why dogs are always sniffing people's crotches, because it smelled so him. Sweat and steel and lust and summer nights where the air was so heavy it could smother you, and it smelled so good she just wanted to breath it in, to roll in it, to taste it. Almost without thought she licked lightly at the base of his shaft. She heard the intake of startled breath.
Weren't expecting that, were you, she thought smugly, giving him another, more purposeful, kiss. She worked her way towards the tip of his penis with open mouth kisses, savoring the taste of sweat and other fluids from their fierce coupling against the wall, eventually having to bring up her hands to stroke him and hold his straining penis at an easier angle for her mouth. At the tip a drop of white fluid was forming, and the taste exploded on her tongue, dark and bitter, but all she could think of was of how much more she wanted. She took him into her mouth, opening her jaw wide to accommodate his girth, but the feel of his hard length pressing against her teeth and tongue sent shivers of need sliding down to other parts of her body. He buried his hands in her hair, straining to push himself further into her, but she could only take so much. She pulled back and after a few moments of awkward maneuvering they settled on an acceptable positioning with her mouth working the head of his penis while her hands stroked along the shaft. She was lost in him; she loved the taste, the feel, the smell. She could feel the power churning around them again, even as she marveled at his muscles tightening under her hands. His hands twisted in her hair, he rolled his hips forward as the release hit, bitter liquid and dark power flowing into her mouth. She tried to accept it all, but it was too much pouring in her through her, flooding her, until she had to pull away coughing as the white liquid spilled out her lips and dripped down her chin. She had barely wiped her chin when he knelt down and pulled her against him holding her tight, his lips clamped against hers as he kissed her deeply. When he broke away, they were both gasping for breath. "Think I like the taste of my seed in your mouth."
She rested against him, and took the time to prod at the new power that surged through her. It felt warm, and dark... like a warm summer's night. It wasn't hers. She tried to keep the dejection from showing, but couldn't keep herself from slouching a little lower against his chest. He touched a clawed fingertip to her chin and lifted her head gently, his face was smooth and expressionless, but there was a glint of humor in his eyes. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy did you?"