Alright! Chapter 9! :) Tried to get this out ASAP. Thanks for all the wonderful comments once again! Love getting feedback from you guys! This chapter is a little bit more on the Dark/Angst side.
-PleasurePearl 3
Deep ocean blue eyes followed the construction occurring on the castle. Far below her point of vantage, they milled about like ants. He was expanding. Limply she sat upon the velvet daybed, leaning heavily against the coolness of the window. The steam of her breath fogged the pane, ebbing and resurging with the rise and fall of her chest.
Restless and despondent, the clashing emotions rolled heavily. Her breaths were measured and slow. A poisoned stone had been lodged in the depth of her gut, placed there by the demon that held her captive. In retrospect, she identified his actions as manipulation, and now, like a living thing, it resided toxically within her. Writhing like a serpent, it sent waves of its poison throughout her.
His words had filled her with doubt. Led to thoughts of everything she had done wrong leading up to this point, the day he made her his, and today, a day with heavy repercussions.
In her isolation, previous events replayed. How she had inadvertently led her friends to their deaths, her faith misplaced.
Flashback
Their group was beginning to make plans on Naraku's defeat, and in a common interest had agreed to work with Sesshoumaru. The joining of forces between the two brothers, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru, had been rocky from the start. Even though it had improved, Inuyasha was quick to doubt him, untrusting.
From Kagome's perspective, with her and Inuyasha newly mated, she had wanted the relationship between Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru to remain peaceful, and would often play mediator. Most of the times she could calm Inuyasha, and they would continue.
It wasn't until Sesshoumaru refused to relinquish his share of the shards at the appointed time that Inuyasha finally snapped. Sesshoumaru claimed through a messenger to be detained, and would meet with them in three days' time.
Kagome once again tried to calm Inuyasha into being reasonable, but he was stubborn, insisting something wasn't right. He demanded they intercept Sesshoumaru, and take the shards by force if they had to. Worried Inuyasha would put their newfound treaty in danger, and himself, she pleaded with him to wait. If in three days, if Sesshoumaru was untrue, they would act. He we would not wait.
Fearing his doubts were misplaced, and the consequences that would result, she took matters into her own hands, sending her own message to Sesshoumaru. She revealed their approach into his lands, and requested he meet with her in order to retrieve the shards, explaining the misunderstanding.
Sesshoumaru had been quick to respond, he would find her, handing over the remaining shards. He had asked her in fair trade, now that they were pack, for information that seemed so unimportant at the time. In fact, with his weaved words, the information he sought, seemed it would better aid the group, and protect her mate, Inuyasha. He claimed to be in the process of tracking down Naraku's whereabouts, and would reveal more once certain.
She realized now the severity of her decision. She had been played. She told no one, and they sent letters back and forth, she had led the lambs to slaughter.
Shoulder shifted, elbow bent, her hand searched, and claws dug. Pale white silk bleed red against her chest, the intrusion of her fingers denting. Through the miasma of her breath, she continued watching. Watching the stone shape itself around her. Within its unyielding belly, the castle devoured her.
Wistfully, her thoughts came to rest on Inuyasha, and how deeply she missed him. She recalled the look on his face the last time she had seen him. His words, his pain, his forsaking of her.
She knew now, that he had been right then. Had only she believed in what he was saying they would still be together now. Instead she was mated to that monster, had she of listened, she would have been within loving arms. With Inuyasha, and their friends.
Fingers pressed deeper, past obscurities, against the beating of her immortal heart. Exploration at its end, her hand slackened, fingertips latent against the brush of her pulse.
Flashback
It had been the day after the winter solstice, after he had mated her, when Kagome woke with the memories still fresh on her mind. Seething with a thunderous rage, unable to contain the storm, she let it surge throughout her, from her, an unleashing of violent whirlwinds. He had been caught off-guard, as most are in the rise of an unexpected storm. From where he had been laying, their bodies entwined, he found himself in the eye of her unrelenting fury.
She had moved quickly, lurching them with the changing of tides, her fists raining down, a relentless pounding. Nails struck, carving their mark, never striking the same place twice, filtering across his flesh similar to the striking of lightning. For a moment she was uncontainable, thrashing free from his bruising hands, evading him as he sought control. It had been short lived.
Like spreading fire, he matched her fury, wrestling her down into submission. Molten eyes glared, his glistening fangs elongated with lethal intent.
Unable to break free she remembered screaming at him, cursing him, accusing him with a gnashing of her own fangs. "You had no right!" Hate shinning in her eyes.
Molten suddenly cooled, hardening into a cutting stare. "You are mistaken." Against the mark, feral fangs reclaimed. "This Sesshoumaru has told you before," His breath hot on her neck. "You belong" A slow, indulgent scrape of his tongue. "To me."
How oddly reassuring it was, the beating of her heart. She reached deeper, against the push of her healing flesh, the weaving skin that sought to rid itself of the intrusion. How reassuring that inside her chest, her heart was whole. It gave her hope, hope she could protect it from further damage, and hope to be reunited. Inuyasha.
Flashback
She had watched him as he readied himself, donning his armor, swords at hip, and made way for the door. The anger that still dwelled, retched inside, and pitched forth. Noticing the crown that adorned her, she had it wrenched free, and thrown. Right next to his head, it hit the door in a loud clang. Reverberating as it bounced, rolling across the floor in a continuous echo, before falling still.
She recalled how he had stilled, a clenching of his claws, before he bent to retrieve it. A quiver of blue, as once again the silence was broken as the crescent jewel fell free, hitting the ground. In his stillness it had sounded all the louder. Once again he retrieved it, holding it almost delicately in his hand. He had spoken then. "This belongs to the Lady of the West." It was softly spoken, well controlled and revealing nothing.
That alone was enough, her anger gave way to dread.
He had continued. "Has been worn by every single one of them, including this Sesshoumaru's own mother." He looked at her then, his eyes burning, tinging with red. "You will not", Red eyes regarding her. "Treat it so."
Under the suppressing hold of his eyes, she sought escape, finding refuge in the form of the sheets, she pulled them up against her chin.
"You will remain here in this room." He had remained still, only the cruelty of his eyes following her. "You will accept that it is I, your Lord, your Mate, who owns you. You will learn it is wiser to be obedient, and thankful of my touch, or you will remain here." He had left her then, the door locking, the click echoing in the silence of the room.
Shortly after the lock shifted, and it was a hesitant Yuuka that entered. Kagome at the time had not been too pleased to see her either. "You lied to me Yuuka." She accused her.
Yuuka had faltered slightly, seemingly nervous as she laid breakfast out. "I was under command. I apologize Milady." She had appeared decently sobered, apologetic even. "If I had told you the truth, punishment would have been..." She trailed off.
Kagome remembered the look she had given Yuuka, it was one of anger, and it left a lingering feeling of guilt. She had known she couldn't place blame. He was the one at fault.
Yuuka had continued, moving closer, her voice hushed. "Milady, worry not." Pressing closer still, Kagome could still remember the heat of her lips as they pressed against her ear. "There are no secrets in this castle. Which is why we must leave."
That had caught her attention. With wide eyes, her heart had clenched, her breath a whisper. "What do you mean, leave?"
Although she hadn't seen her face, her voice was full of distress. In the shell of her ear she continued to whisper. "Not much can be discussed at this time. But Milady you mustn't anger Lord Sesshoumaru so!" She urgently pressed. "It is doubtful you will leave this room anytime soon. All instructions are to bring your meals here until further notice." Voice pleaded. "If I am to get you out, under guise of healing, you must give him reason to trust. Submit, apologize, and do as he wills."
She had been struck speechless, hope filling her as she stared at Yuuka. Could there be a way out? What was Yuuka proposing? Kagome smelt a plan in concoction and nodded her agreement.
Hours later, absorbed in thought, she didn't hear the click of the lock, or the scrapping of the door as it slid open, but in the reflection of the glass, she saw him. Her heart stilled, skipping a beat against the cage of her fingers. He was, like she had been, observing the construction. With slow withdraw, she pulled her hand free, the maddened skin quick to seal shut.
Yuuka's words muddled in her mind, the serpent awakened, tightened its coils, and lashed out. The poison spread. It would take all of her self-control to pull this off. In the reflection she watched him. He shifted closer, the heat of him burning.
"The fault is not yours." Indulgently he nestled his fingers within the silkiness of her hair. "Blame rests within the incompetence of the half-bred." Savoring the gentleness of the strands, he brushed his clawed fingers throughout it. "Predictably he was unable to manage you, and left you wild. Starting today, this Sesshoumaru will undergo the task of taming you." He lifted a handful of ebony silk, taking in the scent of her. "Unlike the half-breed, my administrations will not end in failure."
Throughout her veins, the poison burned, and she was torn between choking or screaming. She managed, swallowing it down. The bitterness tore at her throat as she listened to him.
The defilement of his touch spread, sliding free from her hair it came to rest upon her shoulders. "It seems." He pulled her against him. "You have ruined another kimono." His fingers slid through the gash of silk, his claws probing against the dried blood.
Kagome suffered his touch. The sliding of silk against her skin alerted her. Desperately she folded her arms over her breasts, stilling the freeing of her silken confines. In lieu of her missing armor, she had donned the kimono, a pure white, now ruined.
Sesshoumaru stilled her hands, unfolding them. "You shall learn to treat your garments better." He pulled the kimono free, exposing her. Nimble claws traced along the curves of her sides, his hair spilling over the both of them as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the pulse of her throat. "For now you shall have none. It shall serve as a reminder, least you forget to whom you belong." He tasted her then, the heat of his mouth scathing, as his tongue trailing wetly.
Yuuka's words, like a mantra, held her still as he fondled. Submit, apologize, and do as he wills. In doing so, surely there would be something to gain, an inkling of hope. Kagome would lull him into a false sense of security, earning his trust. Her accepting this, accepting the forceful mating, would allow her to make her own move against him.
Her body limply moved under the growing intensity of his touch, limbs nodding underneath his consuming mouth, beneath the exploration of his claws. Kagome knew where this was leading. She felt the poison in her gut again, the dread she felt all afternoon washed over her. Suddenly, he stopped, but did not pull away, the press of his hands remained.
"You must eat." He said, softly. His voice was clouded, husky with his lust.
Kagome remembered the breakfast then, she had forgotten all about it. Wrapped in his arms, he lifted her, repositioning her into his lap as he sat before the table. The coldness of the breakfast stared at her, the hardened surface unwelcoming. She felt him shift, watched as his pale hand lifted the silver spoon, filling it, lifting it to her lips.
For a moment she simply stared at the offending gruel, at his clawed fingers, at the vibrant red stripes that adorned his wrist. His hand pressed closer, the spoon pushed against her lips. She complied. It was heavy on her tongue, and she slowly worked it in her mouth, swallowing. It left a lingering taste of resentment.
Another spoonful. The taste was off, the mush pungent. She took another bite, and in required submission, continued to do so.
His hand came to rest against the flat plane of her stomach, the touch of his claws invading. "This Sesshoumaru is willing to overlook your behavior this morning. In light of your ningen upbringing, your ignorance is understandable. However there are limits to my mercy, and it will not be forgiven twice." He raised the full spoon to her.
"I could have kept you tied to the bed, could have taught you for all the hours of the day, just who you belong to. This Sesshomaru could have punished you relentlessly for your trespasses." He scrapped the bottom of the emptying bowl, salvaging one more spoonful. "However in my graciousness, I will let you serve your time repenting, under a gentler hand."
She had been half listening to his rambles, but a particular condiment stuck out. "How long will I be stuck in here, repenting?" Her voice was edged, and although she had tried to curb it, it sounded snappy to her own ears.
Sesshoumaru set the spoon aside, his claws once again, roaming free against her nudity. "For as long as I deem it necessary. The quicker you learn your place, the further I will expand your cage, little bird."
At the sound of the new nickname she looked at him, her eyes revealing her distaste. It was in his eyes that, abruptly, she felt her control slipping. She hated the way he was looking at her, his golden eyes gloating. Submit, apologize, and do as he wills. The mantra pressed, a salvaging grasp on her shaking resolve.
A sudden shifting of his hips, and beneath her she felt him pressing, straining upwards through the silk of his pants. He readjusted her, moving her unclothed core so it pressed down on the evidence of his need.
"I want you, my mate." He stated the obvious, pressing the endearment.
Beneath her crawling skin, spurred from the swelling knot heavy in her gut, the poison fired through her veins. She had no response for him, instead she focused on controlling her outrage, the indignation of her situation. Forced to submit to him, in a way a 21st century girl would never dream of submitting to a man. He had no right to touch her this way.
Sesshomaru gripped her tightly by her hips, her lips spreading open dryly around his clothed cock, her teasing warmth enticing. "You ate well, my little bird, most demoness cannot stomach the taste." His hand slid between the gap of her thighs, his fingers nestled between her folds, and nimbly, moved in a dance against her pearl.
It did not take long before his knowing fingers began to slicken against her. The smell of her building arousal had him leaning into her, a shower of his silver hair cloaking them. Unable to resist, his mouth latched around his mark, his free hand sliding up to the valley of her breasts. He was undeniably pleased at her submission, and lost himself, on a high with his victory.
Sesshomaru rocked his hips, pushing himself a little further into her slickened heat, only to be restrained by the silk of his pants. "Tomorrow..." He trailed off against her throat, his lips dragging. Against his tip, he could feel her walls constricting, and worked the wetted bud quicker, his fingers beginning to prune.
Her nails dug into her thighs, which were spread open over the tops of his knees, gritting her teeth against the tight clenching pleasure. He was well acquainted with her body, and knew exactly how to touch her. An orgasm was fast on approach, and in the waking of it, her core slid, slippery, against him.
It seemed to her, he was lost in passion. It was unfamiliar the way he was touching her, making love to her, without actually making love. Seemingly bordering on obsession, he clung to her, sucking and touching.
It was with sudden realization that she knew, and understood. Sesshomaru was the type of person that was used to getting what he wanted. And what he wanted he usually got, and in this case it was her submission. She was his obsession. This was the first time, she recognized, that she had allowed him to openly touch her, in whatever way he wished. And it was driving him crazy, his endorphins driving him into a state of euphoria.
Perhaps getting what she wanted would be easier then she expected, he was in her trap now, underneath of her manipulation. Being from the future, she knew a thing or two, she understood that guys liked to know their touch was received. She tested her theory.
Arching back into him, she parted her full lips, and moaned. It was a moan she was sure her counterpart wouldn't have been able to replicate. It started out breathy, and pitched along with her exhale in an utterly feminine sound, stretching, almost singing, and timed perfectly with the motion of his hand upon her.
At the exquisite sound of his mate moaning, he involuntarily shoved himself deeper within her, the wet silk lining a hindrance. "Tomorrow," He continued. "You will eat your breakfast as soon as it arrives." He said, gruffly.
From where she had leaned back into his touch, she suppressed her annoyance, even now, he was ordering her around. Sensually she rolled her hips, stroking him. It was difficult to maintain the façade while he continued to dominate her. The venom once again ran hotly throughout her. But it seemed she was correct, Sesshomaru although a demon, was still a normal guy. And he would not see through her act. "Yes." She agreed.
Lost in lust, Sesshoumaru caught her bouncing breast, molding it within his grip. He loved the way it bulged between the enclosures of his fingers. Feeling her nipple harden against his palm, he gave it attention, pinching it in a way that she squirmed on top of him. "This is your place, Mate." He emphasized the word, pushing up deeper within her, the wetted silk beginning to cling around his cock.
Dismissing his chauvinistic words, she sought the end of her release. She could not deny it, he knew exactly how to touch her. Perhaps he was a quick learner, a sexual domino, or perhaps it was her counter self that responded to his touch so. Regardless of what it was, surprisingly, she welcomed the weight in her gut. It weighed her down, holding her grounded and aware of his manipulative ways.
"It is the traditional breakfast for a newly mated female." With inhuman speed he quickened his strokes, vibrating her. This version of her was addictive. He contemplated it, as he drove her towards orgasm. Although she was a slower fire to kindle, she burned hotly, tempting in her peculiarities.
Her whole body tightened under his touch, imprisoned in the lewd pleasure, her legs curled tighter against him. What was he babbling about? The relentlessness of his fingers on her, joined with the nudging of his cock as it sought entry, had her at the moment, locked within a trance. She knew once he pushed her over the edge, and the high was over, she would once again, burn with the filth of it.
Sesshomaru slid his finger within her, against his hardened length, held tight by her walls. Mindful of his claws, he withdrew, lifting his hand up so she could see. He pinched his fingers together, the tip slick with her secretions, before slowly stretching open. In a clear strand, it quivered, drooping in its center. His voice came out with a softness of a whisper. "You are fertile." Wishing to have the taste of her, he devoured her essences. His tongue rolled, coated in her sweetness, the elixir intensifying his passion for her.
"The breakfast contains an essential mix of proteins and minerals." His hand resumed its task, buried between her thighs. "When a female demon conceives, it is not unusual for the pup to not get the proper amount of nutrition. If it is eaten daily, it will ensure my heirs healthy development."
The venom froze, chilling, forming ice crystals within her veins. Her world tilted then, eyes losing focus in the blur as it fell around her. What… Charade forgotten, she stiffened, and would have pulled free if not for his hands upon her.
The pressing knot in her stomach swelled, leaving no room for her breath. Pregnancy had not occurred to her, despite all the times they had laid together. Even the times she wasn't unaware of. I can't be pregnant. Shocked Kagome felt herself being ripped apart, the thought of children with him. The swiftness in which the fear arose left her sick, dizzily gasping for breath. No…
Sesshomaru pulled her back, flush against him, burring his face against the junction of her neck. The smell of her fear was bringing him back to himself, the hold she had over him dissipating as she cooled, stiffening within his arms. Perhaps he had revealed too much, and in that moment, regretted it. Easily managing her, he kept her in place, attempting to relight her passions. He was unwilling to deny himself, he would find his release.
On the verge of hyperventilating, she struggled, struggled to breath, struggled to save her sanity against the torrent of her thoughts. She could feel his fingers against her, urging her harder, faster, but in her numbness, his efforts were unrewarded. As she searched herself for a sense of salvation, the mantra came to mind, Submit, apologize, and do as he wills.
Kagome could have laughed then, ready to dismiss it entirely, when she thought, maybe there was still hope. As disturbing as the thought of him impregnating her was, perhaps there was still a way out of this mess. Maybe even alternatives.
In his agitation of his growing need, he held her tighter against the raising of his hips. His fingers continued their quick work, and despite his knowing of how to touch her, she was unresponsive. The silken wetness of her soft petals dried against his touch. His fingers no longer glided against her, instead they became glued, sticking to her abrasively.
Sesshomaru realized foreplay was over, and in his frustration he jerked her up. "Useless wench." He spat the insult at her, his voice low with anger, and repressed lust. At every turn she defied him. It was either her insolence in an attempt to anger, or ignorance, and he doubted anyone could be so daft.
But what infuriated him the most was her response to being pupped. He had thought, even this version of her, would welcome new life, something that would bring her happiness.
Everything was falling into place perfectly for him. His domain was overflowing with wealth, loyal subjects devoting themselves to him daily, and whether she liked it or not, the West needed an heir. He was ready to spread his line.
His movements to him, felt stiff, as he dragged her rigidly over to the bed, and with quick placement had her readied atop, spread open upon her hands and knees. Sesshomaru watched as she tensed further, her hands grasping the sheets within a white knuckled grasp. To him, it seemed she was ready to flee, the way her body stiffened, seemingly ready to leap away. She was wise to remain where she was. Once again, he had suffered insult by her hand.
Sesshomaru made point of undressing, tossing his armor loudly to the ground, his swords following suit, before falling free of his under armor. He watched the leap in her flesh, as they fell, one by one, until like her, he was bare. "Tell me Mate, who owns you?" He was trying, despite his fury of her obvious unwelcome response to him, to do as he said, and teach her under a gentle hand.
Kagome's body was locked painfully stiff as she waited, a foreboding heavy in the air. "I'm yours." She was loath to admit it, and told herself otherwise.
It did little to please him as he approached her, pressing against the small of her back. "Arch your back." She had been stiff as a board, and in order to reach her easily she needed to bend to his height. She did as he asked, and her body molded, her wonderfully shaped ass pressing up into the air, giving him full display of her cunt.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she heard the sound of him spitting, and felt the heat and cream of it as he rubbed it against her. The weight of his cock followed as it pressed, rubbing against his own saliva, before pushing at the entry way of her lips.
"Tell me who you are." He demanded. It was crucial she grasped this. Prior to her response of his heir, he had been pleased with her, and would have soon allowed her freedom. Now, he was not sure when, he would ever let her leave this room. She would submit.
Kagome knew what he wanted to hear. "I'm Lady of the West, Mate of Lord Sesshomaru." She almost gagged, the venom tore through her.
Sesshomaru wrapped his fingers around her hair, just above the nape of her neck, gripping it tightly as he pulled. He stared down into her eyes, her head pulled back. "This Sesshomaru, your mate, is going to fill you with his seed." He pulled her head back further, watching as her eyes dilated. "It is only a matter of time before it takes hold within you. You will accept this."
Kagome stared into his determined eyes, and as the meaning of his words hit her, sagged with relief. She wasn't pregnant. Yet. Her body melted, quivering like jello, she fell limp, held up only by the tautness of her hair, firm within his grasp. Gathering herself, with relief flooding her voice. "I'm not pregnant." She said.
It was immensely displeasing she found relief in such a thing, it would be temporary. Sesshomaru plunged within, forcing her back into an arch, his hand fisting tighter around her hair. He watched her eyes dilate once more, from pin pricks to pools of black, then back to pin pricks. In his mass, he was stopped, her walls not slick enough to coat the entry. Retaining his hold over her, he shifted once again wetting her with his saliva.
Kagome heard him spit, felt the initial heat of his saliva, only to feel the cooling trail of it as it dripped, down along the crack of her ass, through her parted center, against his cock. She felt him move once again, a few impaling half strokes later before he managed to sheath himself in entirety.
In the power of his thrusts, a swords stab, he invaded a new depth. Deep-seated within her, she felt the painful jostling as he stretched her, pounding against her womb. Her neck ached, bent backwards from his grip upon her hair. She wanted nothing more than to rip it free from his possessive grip. His hold over it dominating, leashing.
Sesshomaru knew her well, watching the tirade of emotions that brewed in her stormy blue eyes, he saw her rebellion. She would know her place. As he thrust home within her, he jerked tightly against her hair. He watched the nethermost part of her stretched around his base, and as he drove up within her, she was lifted, her knees raising free of the bedding under his assault.
Beneath his touch she bowed, and he was filled with male pride. The sight of her, back bending, the fullness of her breasts shaken as he reigned her up by her hair, bending further with the upturning of her hips. But as he once again looked into her eyes, he felt the fissure. The way she dared to look at him, challenging him still, although she was beneath him, conquered. Sesshomaru vowed, she wouldn't look at him so, not very much longer.
Leaning in a breaths touch, he stilled the pull of his hand upon her hair, subduing her movement as he peered down into her eyes. "Rest assured, little bird." A careening thrust. "It is merely too soon to see the results." He spoke his words around grunts of pleasure, her passage becoming slicker with the first drops of his pre-cum. "As the sire, I shall sense it first, the moment your scent changes, the moment you conceive this Sesshomaru's heir."
White hot venom clouded her mind, disintegrating the control of her patience. His golden eyes were once again, gloating, smiling down at her as he pounded against her womb. Aching from his hold, his touch, she let her seething rage escape verbally. Voice twisted with her malice, she sought to make him doubt. "It could be, Lord Sesshomaru." She said his name mockingly. "You are infertile." Kagome jabbed at him, they had after all, laid together many times. Pregnancy had never occurred, perhaps, it couldn't.
It felt great, with the words in the air, her chest lightened. She had expected to see anger, an affront to her words, but the gloating in his eyes remained, and she was suddenly unsure. He did not falter, with rhythmic strides and carnal grunts, he continued his plunder of her.
Sesshomaru had been amused at her outburst, for it was a misplaced attempt on her part, to sway him. She was ignorant of most things demon, and her accusation was unfounded. It was with pleasure he revealed the truth to her. "The half-breed represents the weakness of my father. His very existence sullies the purity of my land, of my bloodline. This Sesshomaru's foolish father, intentionally created that worthless half-breed. Male demons have control over the potency of their seed."
He reveled in the pleasure of her body, making a point of it. "Have no doubt, this Sesshomaru will not fail. Now that we are mated, and our offspring will be legitimate, it is time to spread my line. This Sesshomaru is ready for an heir."
Sesshomaru watched the change in her, her eyes quivered, glassing over with unshed tears. There had been a transition in the depths of the sapphire. Altering from hateful, to uncertainty and fear, before finally, acceptance. It stroked his passions.
Sesshomaru had thought he had her bent to his will before he mated her. With the securing of the doubt with her friends, with Inuyasha no longer in the picture, he had not expected such a struggle from her. It seemed all of his planning had come undone, something had reawakening her defiance. It was of no matter to him. She would comply. He demanded a certain level of respect from anyone in his presences, she was no different.
Satisfied she was no longer glaring at him, he returned full attention to the comforts of her body. He let her hair slip free from his grasp, the action allowing her to collapse against the bed. With eager hips he drove into her, gripping her tightly, he pulled her into his thrusts. This was about his pleasure, and he did not move to fulfill hers, better she felt the full force of what she had awakened.
As he took her, her wings reached up shielding her face. They did little to hide the smell of salt, and he knew she was crying. It was a good thing, it meant she was further accepting her situation. Free of guilt he took her violently, unleashing his control in a way he was rare to do.
The room filled with the sounds of his grunts, deep rumbling growls mixed with the heaviness of his breath. It had been too long since he gave everything up in abandon and taken a woman this way. Her swollen walls shuddered helplessly around the thick girth of his cock as he pushed within her.
It was all the more intoxicating knowing this was his mate, knowing that when he came, he would be filling her with his potent cum. Unbelievably he moved quicker against her, his fever growing painfully.
Sesshomaru felt himself being overcome with the ecstasy, his body tightening, shuddering as he strove within her. Suddenly he was on the pinnacle, and his body tumbled over top of hers, his muscles erratically jerking with the intensity of his orgasm.
Weighing down atop her, he pumped deeply within her, his breath slowly coming back to him. "Do you feel it mate?" His voice was strained, his hips rocking his still gushing member deeper within her. "Do you feel this Sesshomaru's cum filling your womb?" He reached then, brushing one of her wings aside to look at her.
Kagome did feel it. She felt the heaviness of it within her, felt it against him as he moved inside her, pushing it further within. When he brushed her wing aside she buried her face within the sheets, ashamed.
Kagome had withheld her anger, her sadness, and her fear, but the repressed emotions had found an escape. With no other way of venting, they escaped in the form of her tears. She did not want him looking at her then, did not want him to see her so ruined, covered in his filth.
Sesshomaru took in her tear streaked face, pink puffy eyes squeezed shut. It was a brief glimpse before she turned, hiding her face from him. "You fought against your mate. Knowing it was of no consequence of what you want. But you realize now it is inevitable. You will birth my heir. Is this Sesshomaru correct in believing that you have accepted this?"
Kagome bit into the sheets at his vile words, sickened at the thought of responding. Her whole body was burning, burning from touch, burning from the shame, and burning with her anger. "Yes." She spit it out around the mouthful of sheets.
"Hn." He was pleased but not yet satisfied. "Yes what?"
Her jaw ached as she clamped her bite on the sheets tighter. "Yes, Milord." It came out muffled.
It was enough to pacify him for now, they would work on the tone later. He shifted his weight from her, freeing himself momentarily as he flipped her upon her back. Once she was settled beneath him he sheathed himself once more within her.
As he filled her she turned her face from him once more, her neck straining, her small hands lifting to cover her eyes. Once again he allowed it, simply brushing the obscuring arm from his path as he latched his teeth into his mating mark. The taste of her blood filled his mouth, lacing his tongue in her enchanting nectar.
Content, he moved within her steadily, urging her for a response. For the most part she was being obedient and he would reward her. His tongue lapped at her from around his biting hold, expertly working her with firm repetition.
Sesshomaru felt the subtle press of her thighs against his hips, her breath hitching. The fight had seemingly left his feisty mate, and for now, she was helpless against his attentions. It was the encouragement he needed, and he made sure to rub stimulatingly against her as he filled her. The freshness of her blood, thickened, taking on the spicier element of her arousal. Against her throat he rumbled a growl of approval.
Kagome was squeezing her eyes shut so tightly she was seeing spots. Why was he doing this? Why did he want to make her feel the sin of pleasure with him? As she tried to numb her body, she found she was too exhausted to fight against it, and in her body's familiarity of him, she responded.
There was no one to save her this time. Inuyasha wouldn't come. There was only Yuuka's words that offered her some faith. Yuuka had better not of been filling her with false hope, there had better be a reason for her submission. A reason not to fight against him.
Sesshomaru allowed her to know how pleasing he found her body, grunting against her neck in pleasure. It was not something he normally did. He slid within her, partially with the aid of his own cum, and partially with her own juices as she moistened against him. It was addictive, the feel of his woman that he was deeply buried within. With every clench of her pleasure she sent waves of desire throughout him.
Within her tightly clasping walls, he knew she was close to finding her release, but she remained silent. It was not like before when her entrancing moans of pleasure held him captivated, and suddenly, he hungered to hear them. "Moan for your mate." He gruffly insisted, freeing his fangs from her throat. Wanting to watch her do so, he removed her offending hand, exposing her face to his view.
Kagome resigned herself, gathering her courage she met his lust filled eyes. It took her a moment of continuous swallows to clear her the lump lodged in her throat, wetting her dried lips. It began shakily with the fleeting of her breath, before she managed to make it sound more convincing.
Sesshomaru was unable to maintain himself at the sound, and a large amount of pre-cum washed her walls. Like before, it was wondrous, and he sought to make her cry out louder. He pulled free to the tip of his trembling cock, before shoving back within her warmth, pulling her hips up against him, rubbing against her. He was rewarded. The singing cry of his mate filled the air.
Kagome realized that once again, he was within her power. He was trembling as he took her, his eyes hooded with desire for her. As close as she was to cumming, she knew he was closer. The thought energized her, and she hastened the process. She had enough of him, she would bring him release, and be done with it.
Sexily she tormented him, pouty lips opened wide enough for him to see the roll of her tongue as she moaned against him, arching her back against the bed so that her breasts would be pushed upward. Kagome added a tremble to her hand as in between a moan, she lifted her curled fingers to her mouth biting against her thumb. She knew the illusion would make him think she had lost herself in him, give the impression his touch drove her to madness.
Sesshomaru felt his grasp of self-control slipping, he was going to lose his load before the completion of his female. Unacceptable. He switched tactics and applying his demonic speed, moved his fingers against her clit. He watched as her body lurched forward, her lips a breath away from his own, as he sent her over the edge.
It was amazing watching the contortion of pleasure that rippled across her face. It was true, it was real. Her eyes slanted, and her mouth opened widely as she came, moaning her cries. He felt the heat, the brush of her breath against his lips, and suddenly he was kissing her, simultaneously finding his release. His mate was truly something. This obstinate version of her. The submissive version of her. He was at a loss, equally drawn to them both.
Kagome's eyes widened in shock as his lips crashed down against hers. It was the most controlling, oppressively cruel kiss she had ever received. The force in which he claimed her sent her backwards, in which he readily advanced, slanting her mouth as he devoured her. His tongue attacked her struggling one, the cage of his clawed grasp held her head still as he pulled her deeper into the kiss, easily dominating her. Soon she was despite for breath and managed to pull away, gasping.
As her oxygen deprived haze, she realized he had found his release, feeling the weight of the evidence within her. It was uncomfortable in the way it leaked free, dripping between them. She shifted and pulled free from him, his cock falling heavily between them. Kagome shifted back further, and to her dismay, more fluid seeped from her core, wetting her path as she scooted back. Her stomach churned.
Sesshomaru glared at her as she retreated over the expanse of their bed. "We are not finished, mate." He wanted her again.
He wanted to burry himself in her wetted state, wanted to feel the softness of her full lips, the taste of her mouth. Underneath of his kiss her lips had swelled further, glossy with their saliva, they taunted him. Again he found himself wanting to do unusual things with her. Perhaps it was due to his decision to pup her, there was sentimentality there, even for him.
Sesshomaru had hoped she would comply and return to him, but she moved further back still. He felt the press of his patience fading with the rise of his anger. She was being defiant, again. With his long armed reach he gripped her by the ankle, fully intending to drag her back.
Against his hold she had kicked, her body twisting as she gripped onto the edge of the mattress, resisting. He watched as more of his cum leaked free of her as she struggled, heavily coating the insides of her thighs. She was saying something to him, but it didn't matter now, he did not hear her words. He yanked her free, pulling her back, quickly prying open her legs.
Kagome hastily shielded her core with her hands, her fingers pressing against the thick fluid that coated her. She continued to try to get his attention, calling out for him to wait, but it seemed like he wasn't hearing her. The crushing grip of his hand wrapped around her own trying to pull hers free.
The day was almost over, she would soon be free of him for the rest of the night, and it was with that she had hoped to spend the rest of it merely talking. It was hard for her to submit once more having thought he would have been sated after their last bout. Hadn't he had her enough? Kagome knew she wouldn't be able to fend him off much longer. "Milord Mate, please wait!" She tried using his title verse the simplicity of his name. She tried again. "Mate please." She loathingly begged him.
Sesshomaru snarled with the hindrance. "What is it? Why are you halting your mate?" He relaxed his hand against hers, his eyes warning her.
Kagome held fast, pleading with sorrowful eyes. "The day is almost over, I have questions." She prayed she could keep him from taking her again. Her skin was crawling, her core ached. Against the angry rising of the venom within her, she turned her neck to him in submission, exposing the mark. "Please."
Sesshomaru was not pleased, he had planned on taking her once more before she was lost to him. This side of her was very defiant, and it rose his desire to conquer her. He would not be able to find relief from what she had awoken inside of him until later. Her other half was not the one who faulted him. He would have to wait until the next day to teach her obedience.
Although he remained silent Kagome took it as acceptance. He would hear her questions. She would be spared his touch. She was comforted. "What is it you want Sesshomaru? Is it all about power?"
"I am Lord of the West, my duty is tied to it. It is my birthright to ensure the west remains protected. This Sesshomaru would see to it that under my care, the west grow stronger. I will never be satisfied with anything less than perfection." His words came out clipped, he felt as though he was stating the obvious to her.
She continued. "Did you really never care for Inuyasha?" The question had barely left her lips before the tightening of his hand returned.
"You are wasting this Sesshomaru's time with such foolish questions." He managed to pull her hands free, exposing her cunt. "That worthless half-breed Inuyasha has always been an eyesore. A parasite on my land." He was finished answering her, he had thought maybe, she would be inquiring about what to expect once pupped, not this foolishness.
Kagome pushed backwards, away from him as he prepared to mount her. "Wait! I know why-" She was cut off as she was once again dragged back into place, the tip of his cock hitting against her thighs as she struggled, hoping the next question would discourage him. "I know why you killed my friends, but for the life of me I can't figure out why you killed Rin too." She felt the press of his hands still against her knees.
The lust faded instantly from his eyes at the name of his ward, the fine muscles of his jaw flexing as he clenched his teeth. "Enough." She dared to mention Rin's name.
Spurred on by the sudden change in him she continued, sliding back from him once again. "Is it? That little girl loved you, and you cut her down!"
Fury bled into his eyes. "You're overstepping mate."
The reminder of what she was sent a wave of wrath through her, the poison began to spew freely. "The great Lord Sesshoumaru, afraid to admit his own wrongdoings. But how quick you are to condemn..." she was cut short.
"As usual you have no clue on what you speak, little bird." The endearment was contradicting with the wrath of his tone. "She stepped directly in front of Tokijin's path. There was nothing this Sesshoumaru could do to save her. Had there been enough remains, she would have been revived." His lips curled, an animalistic twisting over fangs. "It was only after her dealings with your group she ever thought to defy me."
She was taken back at that, he hadn't killed her intentionally. Rin had been a causality. Caught in the fray of the intentional attack on her friends. Kagome could see the pain etched in his eyes, he had cared for the girl. She was at a loss, tongue drying out, she was unable to retort.
Sesshomaru moved away from her, the sun was beginning to set and time had run out. He was furious at her. For making him remember, for wasting his time, for defying him. "You will regret this tomorrow." It was a promise, his voice dangerous.
Against the drowsy hold that was encompassing her, she felt the dread, and knew she would. It was too late to form an apology or act out mock submission, she had let her anger take hold of her once more. In his moment of weakness she had taken delight in his pain, and attacked.
Kagome felt herself falling, vaguely aware of the bed beneath her as her eyes fluttered shut, the imprint of his eyes glowing behind her closed lids. In the look of his eyes he promised retribution, and she was reminded of how dangerous he was. She had forgotten in her own rage, but in the coldness that clashed with the molten heat, she was reminded. Part of her wished she had just kept her mouth shut. As her world faded, she welcomed the temporary refuge, but the feeling of dread deepened, sickened. She would regret.
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