When Shizuka awoke, her entire body was sore, her very bones aching. Returning to the waking world was difficult, her groggy mind struggling to return to full functionality. The only thing on her mind was a nice hot shower...but when she attempted to crawl out of bed, she found that she couldn't. Her eyes opened blearily as she peered down at the fine red silk beneath her face in confusion. These weren't her sheets.
She turned her gaze to the room about her, and her heart sank. Something nuzzled the space between her shoulder-blades, and Shizuka froze in horror, two powerful arms coiling tightly about her waist. There was only one man those arms could be belong to.
Shizuka swallowed hard.
Sesshomaru's weight left her back as he leaned forward until his mouth was level with her ear. "Do not even think of trying to escape, outside of my protection, you will be exposed to demons who do not possess as much control as I do. Especially considering your behavior last night."
She shrank into the bed at the tone of his voice, almost a snarl as he spoke to her, and her mind whirled with confusion at his words. Last night? "W-What did I do?" the moment she asked the question she regretted it, for she was immediately flipped onto her back, watching with wide eyes as Sesshomaru pulled back his kimono to reveal a scar at the juncture of his neck. A bite mark.
"Does this look familiar?" Sesshomaru growled.
Shizuka's eyes grew to the size of saucers, a lump rising in her throat. She remembered it. It had been so strange she had thought it a dream, she had not felt like herself at all. Sesshomaru glared down at her for a long moment, before he suddenly leaned over and rasped his tongue over her matching mark.
Shizuka pray he did not notice her quiver at his touch. His desire for her was obvious, and though she couldn't explain it, deep down there was a part of her that made her want him in every possible way. It terrified her, she had had crushes on boys before, but the craving that assaulted her now could only be described as primal. However, he hadn't forced himself on her like she knew he was capable of doing, she had witnessed his strength in the forest with her own eyes. And what was this about him protecting her? From what?
...
Sesshomaru lifted his head to look at the demoness beneath him, perturbed by her silence. Her expression was odd, her pupils large and dilated as she stared off into some unknown place, obviously deep in thought. He blinked as she finally looked up to meet his gaze, her pupils constricting into black slivers as she focused on his face. He could not help but find her eyes beautiful, he had never seen anything like them.
She pursed her lips, her expression uncertain. "Have you ever heard of the bone-eater's well?"
Sesshomaru tilted his head ever so slightly, watching her closely. He knew it served as some form of portal for Inuyasha's mate, though he was uncertain why it was significant.
"I am told it has many unknown supernatural capabilities. I am proof of that, you see, I am from the future. Before I passed through the well I was human, or at least I thought I was. When I came here, I...became this."
Sesshomaru processed this new information, it explained everything if her words were truth. It explained the inconsistency of her actions and her strange aura of innocence, and why there was a stray dog wandering about in his lands without any known motive. She was lost. It did not dampen his desire for her in the slightest, but he realized that she was in far greater need of protection than he originally thought. A naive and inexperienced demon like her would make an easy target, even he had almost devoured her.
After a moment's pause, Sesshomaru slowly relinquished his physical contact with her, sitting back and crossing his legs neatly. She too sat up, watching him warily.
He reached forward and grasped a strand of her golden hair, bringing it up to his mouth to place a kiss upon it. He did not miss the way she quickly averted her eyes and her cheeks bloomed into a fetching shade of pink. "If you speak the truth, then you need me." he rumbled, his voice an odd mixture of a growl and a purr in his vocal chords. This turn of events could actually prove to be exceedingly advantageous. She was young, inexperienced, naive, and untouched. She would be all but defenseless against his influence, not at all like those insufferable demonesses that usually sought him out.
She scowled, her blue eyes flashing to meet his darkly amused gaze. He watched with glee as he prowled towards her on all fours, and how she scooted away from him, her bravado giving way to fear. "You do not know how to fight, and the scent of your heat has probably spread miles by now. Ravishing you would be easy, but my aura protects you from anyone who would dare touch you."
Sesshomaru saw understanding pass through her eyes, and watched as she blushed to the roots of her hair. It was quite adorable. "You belong to me." he snarled as he pounced on her. She yelped in fright, squirming and thrashing, her claws sinking into his shoulders as she tried to push him off.
Shizuka tried to fight him off, but he wouldn't have it. He caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, while his other hand slipped between her thighs and found her silky folds.
Her eyes grew to the size of saucers before squeezing shut, she still tried to push him off, though her arms trembled. His eyes darkened when his fingers grew wet with her arousal, and the heady scent reached his sensitive nose. He could tell she was about to give in to him, and that is when he pulled away. It was a task that forced him to grit his teeth with the effort.
He was taking a step back so he could leap forward. He would not force himself on her, not fully. He would see to it that she came to him of her own free will.
He rose from the bed, schooling his expression even though all he wanted to do was have his way with her until she couldn't stand. He righted his kimono, straightened up, and strode gracefully out of his chambers.
...
Shizuka had never felt so humiliated in her entire life, there had to be something wrong with her. Her hormones were out of whack, that was all. Nothing to be ashamed off...but, she had enjoyed it. She let out a frustrated growl and threw one of the pillows across the room with such force that it hit the far wall and burst, sending feathers every which way. She scrambled out of bed and tore her clothes from her body, her eyes blazing with fury as she shredded it relentlessly until it was naught but tatters. They were tainted, she was tainted.
Good riddance to that good for nothing bastard, who dared to violate her. Who dared to make her want more. Tears streamed down her face as she sat naked on the floor, her mouth closed tight against the sob that threatened to bubble up. She felt filthy.
...
Sesshomaru had stayed close to his chambers throughout the day, so he could keep tabs on her. He stayed away for two days, and it was descending into night when he finally decided to check on her.
The scent in the air told him her heat had ran its course, and his bed had been smoothed out with the pillows organized neatly. However, he noticed the shredded pieces of fabric on the floor and recognized the pattern, his head shot up and he scanned the room for his female. She was not in the immediate vicinity, and he followed the open archway. It was a part of his chambers he never bothered with, as it was designed as a birthing chamber should he ever bear heirs. It was more of a cavern than anything else, large enough to house two adult dog demons, and he found what he sought at the end of it.
He noticed she had found one of his kimonos, and she was tucked tightly into a corner, her knees pulled up to her chest and her tail coiled about her feet. Sesshomaru crouched down beside her, and noticed her quick breathing, though it was obvious she was trying to feign sleep.
"Look at me, I know you are awake."
