Twelve

Silently, she slipped from the shadows, allowing her blood red eyes to watch as her dearest coaxed his victim to lean over her desk. He did so with relative ease, despite the way her hand was pressing against his chest and pushing him away weakly. That, however, was no surprise, considering the the pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

Her body faded, invisible almost, and the mortal swimming in fox seduction, she remained well hidden. The Hokage remained beautifully unaware of her threatening presence, as the fire fox leaned into her. It was a truly delicious thought, indeed, knowing that the human's throat would rip open with but a flick of her claw.

The fire fox hissed, sensing her agitation with mortal life, and she gladly released a low, dark hiss in return. How dare he! If she so wished it, the mortal he was pleasuring would become just another bloodstain upon the wall.

Another low growl escaped the other demon, penetrating her displeasure, and attempting to remind her of something important. The sound spoke to her in a primitive way, one she was forced to acknowledge in her half feral state, and she pondered it for a moment.

It displeased her greatly to know that a simple human could break from her seduction. That a pest she once slaughtered merely because they stood too close had struck her.

Yet, it was… understandable.

Blinking at the sight before her, the shadow fox felt herself calm. She knew not how long Kikyo's spell had kept her slumbering, though she was certain that at least a century had passed. While powerful, having gained the final tail few fox demons claimed, it had been far too long since she had weaved her magic.

Her body had merely grown unaccustomed to using so much magic at once.

The potency of her spells was weak.

Red spilling from her glare, the fox demon felt her anger ebb. She blinked rapidly, allowing the blue of her eyes to return as she regained control of herself. Her breathing calmed, and, at last, she allowed herself the pleasure of sucking from the sexual energy suffocating the air around her.

Shippo released a low growl of pleasure, sensing she had returned to herself, and she quietly returned the gesture.

If it had not been for her untimely sleep, these humans would not have been able to get beneath her skin so easily. That miko bitch was responsible for her lack of control. She was responsible for the death of several lives this day.

There was little doubt that Kikyo had thought she had trapped her forever. Why else would the miko give up the chance to purify two damned souls?

Breathing deeply, Kagome knew that the miko's decision did not surprise her. Humans always proved to be stupid, and Kikyo became the epitome of such when she chose to befriend a half-demon.

A smirk blossoming on her face, she allowed her tongue to caress her lips. Her eyes focused on the sight of her companion, and she found herself almost fascinated by the way the Hokage shivered time and again.

Yet, even while seemingly entranced, a soft, dark chuckle escaped from her parted lips. It would have been glorious if Kikyo's choice in companionship had been her downfall. Oh so glorious, in fact, if she learned her first mistake when the half-demon's human blood withered and died, leaving only the crazed demon shell behind.


Edited June 07, 2012. For more explicit content, please visit another site that I post on.